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Sparked: Chapter 3
The cool air was whizzing around Santiago as he raced down the streets of the production district. People that were working in the streets gave Santiago a stern glare as he whizzed by, Santiago assumed that Unity wasn’t a popular faction amongst the city. To get away from the disdain the district was giving him, Santiago steered his hoverboard upwards and began to see the district from a better view. Santiago looked off in the distance and saw a mortar fire off a mini airship being propelled by steam coming from a pipe on the top of the airship. As Santiago was sightseeing, he almost crashed into a crane that was moving large crates. The large claw that was on the end of the crane was being controlled by a steam pump, letting out a bunch of steam anytime the claw opened and closed.
As Santiago grew tired of watching the beautiful district beneath him, he steered his hoverboard to go up through the clouds and found himself in front of a floating island with one large factory on it
Sparked: Chapter 2
The room was silent as the news sank in. Santiago slammed his fist down on the meeting table in frustration. “Are you telling me that we have no means of getting to them?!” Santiago shouted amongst his advisors. A steam whistle began to whistle as a loud boom was heard off in the distance. Santiago went to the window of the meeting room and looked out towards the battlefield then back at his advisors. “I don’t remember inviting the whole god damn party to this meeting!” Santiago shouted. One of the four advisors spoke up in response. “Sir, you must calm down if we are to come to an agreement.” Santiago waved him off and walked over to a phone underneath the steam whistle that had rang earlier. “Protect the hangar containing the airship, we cannot risk anymore delays at this point.” Santiago then hung up and returned the phone to its original position and looked back at his advisors. “Well?!”
One of the younge
Sparked: Chapter 1
I suppose I should explain. I am Santiago Hertki, the leader of Unity, one of the five factions that run Gemini. This is city is yes indeed partially in the sky, as three out of the five districts that make up the city are located in the air. Originally we had two factions running the city, Peace seekers and Union of the Hammer. After a coup’ d’état in the government, a huge civil war broke out and the other three factions formed to settle the different ideals shared between the people. The faction we knew as Peace Seekers were the original government that kept Gemini running. During the civil war, a majority of the faction was wiped out and they went into hiding, but they still control the business district of Gemini. The symbol of their faction is weird, as it has some strange shape in the middle of a circle. Then we have the faction run by Kide Clark known as Righteous Light. They control the Natural District; called natural as it’s a
Dimensional Flaw chp.1Chapter 1
Click.. click… click.. a sound all too familiar with me. I hear this sound every day after I return from school. It’s almost comforting because of how often I hear the sound when it’s silent. My good ol’ reliable computer mouse is what makes the clicking sound constantly as I browse through things. I browse through messages I receive on websites I go on all the time, but what matters to me is probably using Skype. Skype to me is like a gateway to the world, being able to show others how your world is like.
I’ve always found myself utilizing Skype for more than just having free calls with people round the world, I like to roleplay every now and then with characters I’ve created myself, specifically as a pony named Dusk. I like to consider Dusk a pony who is a lot like me, but he doesn’t share the exact same problems, he has a bit more than me, but he can relate pretty deeply. Little did I know how much he mattered to me until recently
Ethan and Dusk: SG Chapter 12- A promise
“So, why he didn’t he tell me about you?” Ethan asked as he walked alongside Drifter on the forest path. Drifter shrugged. “I don’t know, you tell me? Think it has something to do with keeping you safe?” Ethan thought for a moment. “Uh, I guess. So how do you know Dusk?” The sunlight shone through the leaves of a tree nearby onto Drifter and Ethan.
Drifter held his hoof up over his eye. “ah, well, light is a part of how I met Dusk. You see, back when he and I were colts, he’d always wander off somewhere and I’d relax on clouds above the forest we’re in now. I only knew his name back then and I usually stuck to my friends. One day it was raining hard and I was sleeping on a cloud above the forest. I started to hear some crying off in the distance, so I followed it. Once I had determined where the sound was, I cleared the clouds over it, revealing some sunshine to the small secluded area. When I flew dow
Ethan and Dusk: SG Chapter 11 Drifter
Ethan then slipped to the ground unconscious. Dusk shook his head. “It’s all my fault again… I should’ve known they’d go for Ethan. I have no choice now, I have to return to Equestria to set things right.” Dusk then levitated Ethan and laid him onto his own back. Dusk then started to trot slowly back to the motel but then stopped cold in his tracks. “I can’t go back, not with Ethan like this…. I have to contact Valerie to come… geez, lost already.” Dusk then lifted Ethan off his back and laid him next to where Dusk was sitting. Dusk then cast a telepathy spell as he and Valerie connected each other’s minds awhile back during their time in Canterlot Magic Academy.
Dusk then heard Valerie’s thoughts and he immediately broke in with his own. “Valerie! Can you hear me?” Valerie’s thoughts then stopped talking all at once and one thought alone stood out. “Dusk? I’d thou
Ethan and Dusk: SG Chapter 10
The machine hummed to life. Ethan’s head was illuminated by the color of Valerie’s magic aura. Valerie then impatiently looked to Tucker. “Tucker, I can only keep him unconscious for so long! His mind is fighting back hard to break out.” Tucker was rapidly hitting keys on his keyboard. “Look, if you can keep him there for another 5 minutes or so, we should be done and good to go!” The lightning rod in the middle of the clearing was struck by another bolt. *FZZZT* Tucker nearly fell back from the sheer boom the lightning caused. Valerie then yelled. “We may not have that kind of time Tucker!”
Tucker hit the keys on his keyboard in a pattern to create a command and he hit enter. A window then popped up on his computer monitor as Ethan was engulfed by a ball of magic. Tucker read what the window said aloud. “Transformation 25% complete” Valerie smiled as she knew they were now winning. “And not a single Dusk to
Ethan and Dusk: SG Chapter 9
The rain from yesterday didn’t seem to ease off the clouds. The clouds were still gathered in a cluster, just ready to burst out with rain in all directions. The sun hadn’t shined for a full day, and it was working its way to another day. Ethan walked towards the sound of the thunder that woke him; it drove him to it for some odd reason. Ethan felt as if the sound of thunder this time around didn’t sound natural.
Ethan continued to walk in the direction of the sound. The unnatural thunder continued to boom in the distance, Ethan followed willingly. Ethan started to notice the sound was originating near the clearing where he and Valerie first encountered. Ethan stopped a bit before he walked the path to the clearing and thought to himself. “I don’t like the looks of this. Maybe I should get Dusk out here before I continue.” Ethan turned to leave but an invisible wall stopped him. Ethan grunted. “Of course. Always got to be that way hu
Ethan and Dusk: SG Chapter 8
The rain was coming down like a waterfall. The endless stream of water had sent the once plentiful people into the buildings that scattered the roads. The traffic was gone and the rain was picking up in strength. It would become a major problem if Dusk also got sick on the process of this run as he couldn’t risk losing his health before Ethan recovered fully.
The clouds covered the sky as if it were a blanket with water pouring through the openings. Dusk was running full speed down Village High Avenue. The rainwater started to create slicks along the sidewalk. As Dusk ran, his shoes grip was slowly fading off the more he ran. Dusk nearly slipped as he turned the corner of Village High Avenue. Dusk then slowed his pace as he had the motel in sight, not before being stopped by an invisible wall and his vision going to black.
Dusk looked all around him, he was not standing on anything, he was not in disguise; it was just his normal self-standing in a dark void. Dusk shout
Am I going insane?I can, only recall one time feeling like this, with my head, my thoughts...slipping away from me. You see, I know I am losing it, that I am going insane. I can feel it, I wonder if others will notice, right now my mind is screaming at me to curl up around my heart tight and keep it safe while I lose the rest of me. I hope that I will be able to come back from this...whatever it is, I truly hope so. But..right now I am not so sure, if I am fully honest with you, to those reading this. My heart, my feelings, my love is entrusted to my most special person, my Kin'va. I..pray that she will hold onto me, help me through what I can feel coming. My thoughts already start to scatter worse and worse, I have to look farther to find them, and hold tighter to them so they do not run away from me. When I go to sleep tonight I just hope that I will wake up still me.
That's all Это все.
-Ты смеешь еще появляться на улице? – девчушка посмотрела на меня с таким нескрываемым холодным презрением, что я невольно подивился, как под
Not A WriterI am not a writer. In fact, I am nothing of the sort. I am just a girl with an all-encompassing imagination.
It is true that I can build a story off of a sentence, but I am not a writer. It is true that I can create characters that people love, but I am not a writer. It is true that I can make stories that make one cry or smile, but I am not a writer.
But, I have to ask myself, what is a writer?
Is a writer someone who can build a story off of a sentence?
Is a writer someone who creates characters that people love?
Is a writer someone who makes stories that make one cry or smile?
It has been said I can do these things, yet I am not a writer.
No one has come to me, proclamation in hand, and declared me a writer. But does that mean I am not one? For truly, is a writer someone who can spin ballads just for the fun of it?
Whoever reads this, let me know your thoughts.
To you, what is a writer?
Not Drowning, But FlyingHidden deep within the jungle, far removed from the outside world, there lay a village. On the night of the Festival of Colours, the villagers would paint their bodies in all the raiments of the Earth and Sky and dance long into the night. They continued in this way until the Outsiders came. They were men in white cloth, who led cattle and cut down the trees so their animals might graze. Then there came hunters, who carried rifles and stalked wildlife for their flesh and hides.
A boy called Bharu lived in the village. His mother had come from the Outside and even though she had taught him their language, she had given up that world to join the village. However these Outsiders did not change, they offered the villagers weapons and medicines, but the boy was afraid. When his father called the villagers together, he told them they must accept these Outsiders and the gifts they brought. Bharu wept, for if his people joined the Outsiders, they would be themselves no more.
He ran to th
Waiting in Chinatown (a very short story)I’m sitting in a restaurant on the corner of two streets in Chinatown. I’m waiting for someone. She was supposed to meet me at 1:00 for lunch. That was half an hour ago. I’m starting to lose hope.
I’m sipping on some green tea. It’s okay, although I've never been much of a tea drinker. The waitress walks over to me. Her English isn't very good, but I can make out that she’s losing patience with me. It’s understandable; I've been sitting here alone for half an hour and I haven’t ordered anything except tea. I order another cup, simply as a stalling tactic.
I watch people walk by. Not as many of them are Chinese as you’d think. Chinatown in London is different from others I've been to. The Chinatown here is almost all restaurants and shops; very few Chinese people actually live here. They’re spread out all across London. There are almost as many whites, blacks, and Asians here as there are Chinese people. I like it though; it ma
ContradictionMaybe I don’t understand the world,
Maybe I understand too much.
I could be so genius I look past,
I could be so clueless I never saw.
Either way, it doesn’t make sense.
Why love isn’t returned,
Why we go crazy,
Why choices suddenly change,
Why things go backwards.
People hate, get angry.
Then, someone leaves…
And they fall in love.
I don’t understand it.
Going to depths,
To bring someone back,
Who is already gone.
Why do we try?
You use selfless actions,
In selfish attempts.
It only contradicts yourself.
It’s the creator of these problems.
The Unhappy MermaidThe Unhappy Mermaid
Off the coast of the Hawaiian islands a pod of merfolk lived under the forever moving currents of the ocean. They swam in the reefs under the light of the full moon and dove out to the deep waters by day. Their life was peaceful and calm. One mermaid was not happy with playing with dolphins and collecting sea shells. She wanted to fall in love.
The mermaids name was Kaimana , which means diamond and that is exactly what Kaimana thought she was. No one was as good as her. She was the fastest swimmer and had the most beautiful hair. Her tail was a deep magenta color, different from the common greens and blues. Kaimana thought very high of herself but that did not make her completely unloving. She was kind when expected but mean whenever anyone questioned her choices. Pride was one of the mermaids flaws, but not the worst. No, the worst flaw was Kaimana’s inability to be happy.
One cool night, when the moon was but a sliver, the merfolk surfaced above one
Meaning of LifeWe live to learn.
Once we learn we take our jobs.
These jobs are seen as out “place” in life.
But all those jobs do,
Is make impact
For the next generation.
It’s all a loop,
That can’t be why
We individually live.
In science we’re taught,
Some animals die
So that must be it.
But, living to create more,
That will do the same,
Just to die?
Well, then no.
That can’t be right either.
There’s more, I’m sure.
But if those ideas,
Came to nothing,
Then tell me.
What is the unknown meaning?
Why do we live?
What’s the point?
Why is life a “chance”?
How did we even come to be,
And live for?
Alone.Dark days, bright nights.
Happy man, dying heart.
The lights illuminating from the tall buildings form a sky only seen during the night. A beautiful night, only lonely to some, clouds nowhere to be found and a beautiful full moon overlooking the quiet city. A true passionate feeling a man would kill for. Cars drive at the usual steady pace and no car horns to be heard. Everything in perfect balance, except the streets are bereft of people. A lone man walks the streets, following the streetlights and bright neon signs, looking for signs of people. Not a single soul to be found, not even in the cars as they whizz by. The man begins to shout out in fear “Where is everyone?!” his shouts echoing far and wide with no response. He continues to walk, hoping for some sign of life, only not one is to be found, as if the entire world had left the man.
Beautiful city, No citizens.
Gorgeous night, horrifying day.
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