They had lost count of the shots they had taken. All they could taste was whiskey, an intoxicate wasteland filled their mouths. But the competition was not over. No. There had to be a winner.
I'm the bigger man, Greg said as he lifted the glass. Then he downed his twelfth or so shot.
No, Manny said as he picked up his glass,
you are nothing compared to me.
The bartender, the judge of this contest picked up the bottle. He was an older man. Three teeth missing. The noticeable ones. He egged both of the contestants on. As did the rest of the bar: a woman whose shirt did not fit, a man who was too drunk to know what was going on and an ex of Manny. They cheered with each shot.
Another two shots were taken. This was it. Greg started wobble. Manny could not stand up.
The next shot is the winner, the bartender said.
They both lifted their glasses. Their vision was shot. With great effort they swallowed the last shot. Greg burped, then s
Vitanium Wars is a science fiction setting that in many ways defines the term
It takes place on Earth after a cosmic event known as
The Cataclysm. This event did several things, including allowing magic and spacefaring aliens onto the planet.
In addition to this, prosthetics and biotechnology has progressed to the point where men and women have become more than human -- this new era's version of the super-soldier.
A few years after the Cataclysm came the Great Conflict, a series of wars between 2 worldwide factions: The Coalition and the Union of Earthseekers. The Great Conflict lasted 10 years and nearly destroyed the earth and all it's inhabitants. In the end it was the Global Resident Aliens Faction (GRAFA) and the various world governments -- the
FEDZ -- that were tired of the fighting, and banded together to put a stop to it. Thus the Treaty of Anaheim, which put an end to all public hostilities.
The people of this new era are bolder, smarter and more tech-savvy than those of o
“Oh crap!” Lizzy screamed, silently darting behind the wooden pillar, looming suddenly in front of her, at the same time providing much needed cover. As she darted down the narrow pathway, now revealed between the galvanize wall and a sharp drop, almost like a trench. Not that it mattered, she had to get away, it was coming and coming fast!
Desperately, her eyes darted back and fort, searching for a crack, a cave, a path way to hide in, to escape this certain doom. For the moment, it seemed like she wasn’t quite in reach of the hungry claws, but that could change in an instant, she was sure. She had barely formed that thought when claws appeared in front and slightly above her. Reflexively, she darted to the right and felt a sharp stab on her tail, barely missing her hind legs.
As she scampered, she noticed a dark patch in a rusty section of the galvanize wall, in the direction she was originally heading, about four steps away.
“How did I not see this before?” Tears came to her eyes. Her heart poun
Maya lured me to a maze where she could exact her revenge.
According to my watch, six hours had passed and there was still no sign of her. I spent the time vainly wandering in circles until I was exhausted and sore.
The sun was now high in the sky and beat down mercilessly. My throat was parched and dry.
There was no place to shelter from the relentless sun in all its fury and I was starting to come unhinged.
I began hallucinating, seeing the sun as Maya's malevolent face laughing at me. I felt trapped the way a bee must feel caught in a glass jar and at the mercy of cruel tormentors.
I imagined enormous bloated faces peering in at me as if distorted by the glass walls of a bell jar.
A parade of phantasmagoric images came at me, each more hideous than the next, and shutting my eyes only made the visions stronger.
I screamed out to
My dad gave me money to pay the electricity bill.
On the way i saw a Lottery of a car happening and I brought some tickets with the money
When I went home and told my dad about this He beat the crap out of me :'(
The day passed and next day in early morning the door was knocked and a car was standing outside our house
upon seeing this my dad and whole family was shocked
It was the electric company car to cut our connection and my dad beat the crap out of me again :D
In which proceedings are concluded...
3 days Later
Lorelei Price stood among hundreds of others at Zeus Machado's funeral days later. There were quite literally hundreds in attendance. Dozens upon dozens of officers among them, crisp and alive in their dress blues as the solemn sounds of Amazing Grace played over the throng. The Honor guard stood at attendance behind them, accomplishing their grim duty with the characteristic excellence of the New York City Police Department.
Zeus' family, here from the Dominican Republic, their expressions detached and weary stood around her. They were lycanthropes as well of course, and this was no ceremony for them. They were here for show only, to keep up the pretense.
The second Week for the 50 word story contest is coming to a close today at 4PM New York time, this is a reminder post to all who are qualified but have not put in their entries.
The word for this week is COACH, follow this LINK to access the original contest post
Our goal is to encourage the newer writers on steemit and provide the exposure they need. We all know what it’s like to agonize over an article, hoping it’ll get the recognition our efforts long for. Were it not for support guilds like @curie, many people new to steemit would have found it all very daunting.
With a desire to promote authors who likely haven’t been recognised yet, this contest only includes Steemians with a Reputation score of 55 and below.
Rules of The Contest
Participants should write a story around the word for the week.
(DS9 prompt for a change!) Odo has fangirls.
Commence Personal log, Security Chief Odo. Once again, Starfleet’s insistence on records and lists and files forces me to take note of events as if my memory is not reliable enough.
In this case, I have to make note of events as they occur, establish a pattern, and present such evidence to the commander before action can occur. And, since it has to take place in a personal log, I also have to make note of my thoughts and feelings in regards to… events.
Starfleet should learn to keep its nose out of everyone’s business.
But, since this is the only way to get Commander Sisko to act… this is something I have to do.
Commander Sisko also informs me that I can only log events during the day they occur. Any precedent is, apparently, a product of my own imagination. Which I am not in the habit of employing in the performance of my duties.
This is the story of Monsieur Guillaume Joseph Hyacinthe Jean-Baptiste Le Gentil de la Galaisière. A man so bereft of luck, I couldn’t fathom a way to end this sentence.
Le Gentil got off the ship in Mauritius, and decided to wait there for the transit in eight years' time.
Five years later, the Seven Years’ War ended, peace broke out. Le Gentil chose his target for the 1769 transit – Manila. Endorsed by French and Spanish Academies, Le Gentil set sail in May 1766 aboard a Spanish ship.
August 1766, Le Gentil set foot on Manila. All was going well, finally. Alas, the Spanish Governor of Philippines was convinced Le Gentil was a French spy and a heretic. Abandoned, Le Gentil fled Manila alone, on whatever ship he could find. He found a ship headed to – of course, Pondicherry – willing to take
Its a contentious issue discussed among my friends... do you click the 'spoilers' button, or don't you? It so happens to be that I'm the type of guy that will click that button.
In reference to the series 'Game of Thrones' - in my opinion its no different than reading the books before watching the show. (Hence all these hilarious GoT 'reaction videos' floating about online!)
So sitting here in the midst of my withdrawals from having not seen a new episode of GoT since June 26, 2016 - imagine my utter delight to have discovered this link upon my daily social media morning musings today. Apparently there was a major plot leak regarding the upcoming 7th season.. and as I've past argued with my friends... I'm clicking that damned 'Spoilers' button!
Having done so... now all I can say is... WOW! If yo
Piestoff walked into the bar munching on a fresh kebab. The bar was dark and scruffy in the true tradition of a frontier gathering place of dangerous people who wanted not to be overly noticed. Walking over to the bar he ordered a bottle of whiskey. Placing the half-eaten kebab on the bar, he picked up the bottle placed before him by the barman, a tall skinny, blue skinned humanoid with large eyes.
“Is this the best you got?” asked Piestoff. The barman shrugged his shoulders and walked off, wiping a dirty glass on an even dirtier cloth. Piestoff took a drink and thanked whichever god that might be around for the chilli sauce blanking out his taste buds. Picking up his kebab and the bottle, he wandered over to an empty booth by the wall, where he sat down. After a few moments a shabby looking figure walked over and sat across from Piestoff. He recognised Ruck from the vid-screen picture Thru
Why Red Bull is banned in Bayville.
So… this is happening, said the police chief. “WHY is it happening?"
I don’t know, sir, said her immediate underling. “I just know it’s continuing to happen…" The swirling patterns of ink on his skin became the repeated word TRUTH.
Many a near-riot had begun because of the quasi-cogniscent ink that had spread like a virus over the skins of all citizens of Bayville. Many men were very upset to find themselves indelibly branded with words like MISOGYNIST, RACIST, RAPIST or ASSHAT. Or, when they attempted to deny the ink, being branded with the word LIAR.
And they were impossible to conceal.
Also in the mix was what the CDC and the media alike were calling the Empathy Virus. Any man who thought that shaving once a day was worse than menstruation found himself not only feeling the uterine pangs of any woman within a fifty-foot radius… b
Clouds dimmed because of you
because your present
stopped me cold
issued a clear droplets in the eyelid
why do not reincarnate as rainbow
illuminate my heart
illuminating the beauty of my soul
why do you always make me continue to sparkle
Here, the corner of this city
bayangmu as they greet
however, all have passed
These nodes as grain continues to flow without pause
Only God is able to give love
and made a stop at a pair of translucent granules my eyeballs
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Legend tells of a young princess who was so pure and kind that she brought light to even the darkest of places. She was kind to all and brought joy to many, but sadly her light was deeply envied by those who could not have it. They tried to steal her light from her simply out of jealousy. In order to keep her safe, her father chose to hide her in the forest in a special cage that only the peurest of heart could open. She spent many of her days watching as many tried to open it and fail.
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A new Korean restaurant opens up near the X-Mansion. Todd discovers beondegi.
I know it’s cheap to eat here, but god damn… who wants to eat this crap?
Koreans, maybe? said Todd. “Look, jus’ try a few things a’ight? Koreans eat it an’ live."
I don’t eat anything I can’t identify, said Pietro.
I stopped listening at ‘all you can eat’, said Freddy. He was already taking a sampler.
Heywow… How’d they get all the little lines on this popcorn thing? asked Todd.
Lance looked at one. “Uh. That ‘popcorn thing’ has legs, Todd…”
Be… on… deggy… Toad read. “I like ‘em."
Lance almost told him, and then decided not to. What the hell. Todd ate bugs on a regular basis, anyway.
First of all I'd like to give a great big Thank You to everyone who has been with me on the journey of my book Reborn. Your comments and encouragement as well as your votes mean more to me than I can adequately express. It's thrilling to have so many amazing people hanging out in the world of my imagination, experiencing the passion, love, and excitement that I feel for my creation.
For those of you who have not read it, but may be considering it, hopefully what I write here will help you to decide.
Something occurred to me recently, stemming from some conversations I've had with @jedau and @verbal-d. I never did write a
Back of the book Blurb which is to say, I never let my readers know just exactly what this book was about before they began. And most importantly, I don't think I was clear that Reborn is actually the first book of a series, for which I have the second book
'Read me a story Mummy?' Her daughter pleaded as she was tucked up for the night. 'Please?'
'Of course little one.'
Her daughter was looking very sleepy, on the cusp of nodding off. Mummy rummaged below the bed for a suitable book. There were none there. Dammit. She didn't want her daughter to get agitated at her not being able to find a story, who knows how long she would be stuck up here if that happened? No, no books. She sighed, already her daughter was wriggling.
'Mummy, read me stooreeeeee.'
She swallowed hard, fighting back a sob.
'Ok darling relax, remember its night time. Sleepy time. Nice and relaxed. Here is your story.'
Once upon a time there was a young girl and she was finding it difficult to fall asleep one night. His mummy, who was a very good mummy decided to tell her a story.
The little girl lay in bed whilst her mummy told her the story of a little girl who was lying in her bed falling asleep. The story had barely got started when she fell asleep
I crave love and compassion you
As the earth who crave the sun when morning incarnate
and the earth misses the moon at night
Natural light illuminates, illuminates my soul is hollow and empty
My breath, my heart and my soul seemed to blossom
and I want to be like a beetle that can accompany you
like the wind that always caress