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Sound of Vengeance Chapter 2Iowa had not yet left the spot he had rested in since the day Yorktown left. As his siblings played with their kin carriers, he sat and stared out to sea. He was the oldest of the four, his radio tower was already done being formed and he was 80 feet long. Just a bit more maturity and he would be ready to join the Navy and take the fight to the Japanese!
As he watched, with his battleship sight that could show the smallest details on a ship from 16 miles away, as far as his turrets would aim, he noticed a small black dot on the horizon. It was a carrier, familiar in shape, and it was speeding towards the harbor at full speed. As the carrier got into his sights better, he smiled. "Mom's home!" he cheered and dashed forward to greet her.
At the sound of their mother being called, Missouri, New Jersey and Wisconsin looked up. With grins on their faces, all raced forward to meet Yorktown. The carrier yelped with surprise as the four shiplings jumped onto her and hugged her. Iowa was the fi
Mauler - DevourTake it and take it and take it and take it all
Take is and take it and take it until you take us all
Smash it and crash it and thrash it and trash it
You know they’re only toys
Try it you’ll like it don’t hide it don’t fight it, just let it out
Steal and shoot it and kill it or take another route
Take it and take it and take it
You know they’re only toys
Suffocate your own empire
It’s your final hour
Stolen like a foreign soul
What a way to go!
You want it you want it you want it
Well here it is
Everything everything everything
Isn’t so primitive
Take it and take it and take it and take it and take it all
Nobody nobody wants to feel like this
Nobody nobody wants to live like this
Nobody nobody wants a war like this
Suffocate your own empire
It’s your final hour
Stolen like a foreign soul
What a way to go!
What a way to go!
Innocent Victim Chapter 7"What?!" was all that I could choke out. Titanic mated with Lusitania and had shiplings?! Why had she not told us?! Of course, he knew the answer to that; they would've forced her to be rid of the shiplings and she would've been punished hard, maybe even scrapped. Maybe it was for her own good. he thought.
Mauretania just continued to talk, "Please don't tell anyone! If anyone finds out their half-liners, and especially from Cunard and White Star, they'll be killed! And I'll be killed too, for protecting them and hiding the secret! Please, you have to promise me you won't tell anyone unless it's Olympic!" she begged.
Britannic was quiet for a moment, thinking. Why should he help her? All she had done her entire life was dis his line and attack his most respected sister with harsh words and actions. But that didn't make it right to where he would tell the whole world and get not only Mauretania killed, but two shiplings that didn't deserve it.
He hesitated and sigh,
RMS Olympic ~ Ocean Gypsy
Tried to take it all away
Learn her freedom just inside a day
And find her soul
To find their fears are laid
Tried to make her love their own
They took her love they left her there
They gave her nothing back
That she would want to own
Gold and silver rings and stones
Dances slowly of the moon
No one else can know
She stands alone
Sleeping dreams will reach for her
She cannot say the words they need
She knows she's alone
And she is free
Ocean gypsy of the moon
The sun has made a thousand nights
For you to hold
Ocean gypsy where are you?
The shadows followed by the stars
Have turned to gold, turned to gold
Then she met a hollow soul
Filled him with her light
And was consoled she was the moon
And he, the sun was gold
Eyes were blinded with his light
The sun she gave
Reflected back the night
The moon was waning almost out of sight
Softly ocean gypsy calls
Silence holds the stars awhile
They smile sadly
For her where she falls
Just the time before the dawn
The sea is hushed
The ocean calls
Sound of Vengeance Chapter 1"H-He's... He's what?" Iowa looked up at his mother, the Yorktown, tears swelling in his eyes. His three other brothers, Missouri, New Jersey and Wisconsin were next to him, too shocked for words. Iowa was an Iowa-Class fast battleship, son of the USS Yorktown CV-5 and USS Arizona BB-39. "Your father, the Arizona, he's dead." Yorktown repeated herself, finding the words too hard to choke out, but managed, "He died when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor, in Hawaii, our fleet's main Navy base. He died trying to fight for his country and family. He died so that you could all have futures." "Oh, I'll have a future alright! And it will involve the whole IJN bowing before me and begging forgiveness!" roared Iowa, loudly, hot tears streaking his tiny bow.
"Hush now, little one." she scolded, but Iowa just looked away, muttering to self. "So... What will we do now, mama?" asked Missouri, wiping away his tears. Iowa glared at his brother. It was as if he didn't care about their father's death at
Innocent Victim Chapter 6
It had been a few weeks since that first mission with Olympic and the destroyers, and Britannic was ordered to sail the route between South Hampton and some coastal towns in the Mediterannean. He sighed, wishing Olympic was still there with him. She had been assigned to take trans-Atlantic routes to where the war had been being fought. Lusitania had sank a Month ago, torpedoed without warning by the German U-boat U-20. Britannic couldn't help but feel sorry for him, I guess it was the fact that he was Titanic's love. Maybe now they could be together without anyone in their way. Or maybe they would be farther away than ever. There was no way to know for sure. All he knew was that his friends and family were dying around him.
Just then, he felt the tugs push a ship against him. It was a ship that was transferring wounded over to him so that they could be treated and sent back out to fight. Britannic looked down at the small hospital ship. She was a smaller, single-funneled liner that wor
Innocent Victim Chapter 5"Keep your eyes peeled!" the lead destroyer growled, "We don't know what the German's could have put in these waters." Britannic and Olympic nodded, keeping a sharp eye. There might have been a U-boat in the waters, or a minefield. But the hospital ship couldn't concentrate. He was just so damn excited! "Isn't this great?" he smiled as they sailed onward. "Yeah, it is, but keep your eyes OPEN." Olympic warned. "We don't want to be caught off guard." Britannic nodded, "I understand."
But suddenly, a small buzzing came from the landward horizon, and the ships looked up. A squadron of German fighters were coming right towards them! The destroyer's alarms went off as well as the two Olympic-class's. "All hands on deck! Feet to General Quarters!" shouted Olympic and the lead destroyer. The crews got to their stations and opened fire immediately, except Britannic's medical personal that had no battle training. They simply got to cover and made ready for any wounds from the sailors.
Innocent Victim Chapter 4
It had been two years since that fateful message about Gigantic's sister. Olympic had refused to go into service, but threatened to scrap her if she didn't. Religion inside the line forced Gigantic to be renamed, so that superstition wouldn't take it's place again. He was renamed the R.M.S. Britannic. A name everyone liked, even Gigantic. But now, Olympic was being fitted out, and Britannic sat alone in a dry dock. The Great War had started a few months ago, and the Germans had unleashed a new deadly weapon; the U-boat. These submarines had already claimed the lives of the HMS Aboukir and her sister. But, not only were there U-boats, but also a more stealthy killer that could show up anywhere. Mines. Floating bombs with sensitive triggers that when tapped, blew up and blew a hole in the side of a ship. Britannic had been refitted as well during his preparations to enter service. His water-tight compartments had been fixed so that they went up another five decks, and he had a second lay
Tales of the Rails 5"FRANK!" Colin jumped into the wreckage but was pulled back by a few men, "You can't sir! You'll die! If he's alive he'll get out!" Not likely for just after the first explosion there was another fallowed by another. Colin was able to get out of their grasp and race into the wreckage. "FRANK!" he yelled through the chemical fumes. He coughed as the smoke burned his lungs. No answer. Colin coughed, "FRANK!" he was about to enter the car Frank was in but the doorway collapsed and pinned Colin to the ground. He was trapped within the flames of the wreckage. At that time Wichita's 89 man fire Department had arrived but not knowing if there was going to be another blast they kept there distance only putting as much water as they could onto the fire. "SOMEONE HELP! PLEASE!" Colin coughed through the fumes. Still none could hear him over the roar of the flames as the fire got bigger now heading for the leaking tanker. When Colin realized this, he pulled out his rescue whistle which he kept wi
I will. (warning for prose,but mostly description)I.
I will rouse myself from casket mornings, and I will flex the 11 (or was it 12?) muscles in my mouth to form a smile—however painful. I will keep it there… because kindness bandages wounds in the best of ways. I will sip the horizon from my coffee, while weaving fairytales—without ever thinking that I’ve not the innocence anymore… because I’ll make it not matter. I will.
And I will forget him. I will… because ghosts only appear if you look at them, and he’s loved my nightmares—my tears—long enough. And because I’ve haunted myself long enough.
I will allow myself to feel human again, because I’ll remember that rain rids filth, but I’ll try to keep myself wishing less for forgetting-tsunamis… less for escapes just because of prints engrained in roots and soul. So I’ll forget his fingers straying past my heart—the way muscles seized, and cardiac arrest knew betrayal—and the way
Rant.If anybody here works at Google, DA, Bing, whatever. I want you to see if you can make this happen. Get pony filters on the search engines. Why? Because I'm going to tell ya.
Couple days ago I was looking up a toaster on Google and 5 My Little Pony pictures came up with no toasters in it. What. The Fuck. This is one of the reasons why I hate My Little Pony. When I search something that doesn't have anything to do with MLP, it somehow magically turns up. I'm not even joking. It's stupid. They should add a filter to those search sites so if I want to search something, there shouldn't be ponies in it. Except if I actually type in the search engine "My Little Pony" or "ponies". If I type anything else, it should not appear. When I search dinosaurs, my little pony shows up as some of the results. I don't know why! Dinosaurs can eat those ponies but I bet they would vomit from the taste afterwards! More then half of the pony franchise is in random stuff that I type up, in ads, or in the fanb
Harvest HomesShe says, you can tell America from the rest of the world by the color of the wallpaper, or lack thereof. That Southern hospitality is refreshing after so many years in London. The stuffed animal that sits on her table is named Dog, and if you ask her why, she’ll ask you if you’re blind. It is a dog after all.
When the Aid handed her a night gown she wanted to know if it was for sale. When he told her it was a gift, she couldn’t accept it, but if he wanted to loan it to her that would be lovely. The Aid was actually a woman and when we told her so she replied, “Well, she was a man when he gave it to me”. We all laughed and she said, “Oh lovely then” and laughed with us while clapping her hands.
Needless to say, I liked her almost immediately; so lively and spirited, and what a sense of humor. I can’t tell you how old she is, any age beyond eighty will do. I can’t tell you how crazy she is, but I imagine only a little, perhaps a touc
UnlovedHave you ever been afraid of being alone forever? Felt that sudden grip on your heart when you think about the future? Or how unlikable you are or might be to the desired sex? Sometimes I feel that. But I'm not necessarily afraid of being without someone I love- It's more like I'm afraid of pushing people so far away- of being so unfeeling- that I become unlovable.
I don't want to be that old lady who's eating lunch alone in a restaurant, with no wedding ring- no signs of people who love her- nothing but herself lost amongst the sea of jubilant, vibrant people. I'm lost. I'm scared. I'm angry. I'm a monster.
I don't know how to fix myself.
I don't know how to be who I want to be.
I don't know how to be the right person.
DDl23: That Is Not Better
DDL23: That Is Not Better
"Where are we going?" surge asked, grumpily, straining as he tried to look up, at Suspiciary, who held him over his shoulder. Suspiciary just smiled, looking out, beyond the horizon. The sun had risen. He could feel the heat of the asphalt beneath him against his feet. The morning fog was clearing, and birds were darting through the sky. He tilted his head a bit, cocking it to the left, and looking at Surge, who lay over his right shoulder, causing him to tilt to the right, a bit, as he walked. He smirked, inquisitive.
"Is that so important to you?" He asked, turning, and refocusing his gaze on the horizon, smiling. "Just wait, and you will see." Surge sighed.
"This is not ideal." he stated.
"Not ideal?" Suspiciary questioned, with interest. Surge looked up, at the back of his head. The blood was rushing to his head from being dangled, upsidown, like a rag doll. All he could see was the road passing beneath him. The sun illuminated it, and shone on it as it li
Wife's Resting Feet (The Story)I went and di my shopping for her and my Sons. Now being unemployed for two years and FINALLY getting a part-time job on the weekends I tried to make it as enjoyable for them after bills and such were paid.
So I came Home and I liked what I got them so as I snuck the gifts to the basement I came up, got a cup of coffee and my Wife said she was going to her work to have a meeting with her Supervisor, finish up some Nursing work then go to the grocery store and come Home.
So while she was gone I straightened up the House, played catch and fetch with the Puppy and did a load of laundry, yea I know boring so let's get the good schtuff.
I went into the bathroom to wash my hands and on the sink counter I saw a small, white, facial, rotating brush that I bought her for her Birthday. I turned it on and the rotation was very slow and the bristles were extraordinarily soft. I ran it on my wrist and it gave a unique but effective tickling effect. So I got this idea," use it on her feet instead
Dawn of The HuntThalia sighed as she tossed another smooth stone across one of the lakes, she was pretty far off from both whiterun and the rest of the companions had decided to go hunting and leave her on her own. "Typical just because they found out that I'm Ulfric's heir they leave me out of everything." she muttered as she tossed another rock watching as it hit one of the rocks and hit the water causing small ripples to disrupt the surface. "Maybe i should leave and go back home." Thalia muttered as she shook her head. "Then you wouldn't be able to be taught how to fight." a voice said as it came up behind her. "Shut up, Vilkas i know that. i mean i didn't even want to join in the first place, if it wasn't for you saving my life..." Thalia said and sighed as she tossed another rock. "Well you got a point their." he said a bit surprised that she had recongized his voice even though they had only talked a couple times. "Hey Vil, how come your not with the other compa
The Dance of Couples As the busy streets of Tokai were buzzing with its catering of shops and the ringing of bikes, there are many moments in the streets that create a lasting impression. I know, I remember one event that helped me and my girlfriend become closer.
It started with me and my girlfriend walking in the streets; looking at the various shops and enjoying the scenery. Then, there was this one building that caught our attention; a dancing academy who was giving out free dancing lessons today. It must of have been a celebration or something. Anyways, I was asking my girlfriend if she wanted to try it out. Even though she was getting all embarrassed, she did agree to go. When we got inside, the place was very elegant. Like there were gentlemen and ladies everywhere and I felt like I was a butler. When we were walking in the room, a person was guiding us to the changing rooms. Apparently, we needed to dress up so we can dance properly. I was wearing pro
Some StrangerI’ve always wanted to talk to a stranger with patient eyes about my life.
I’d tell them about how my best friend was Shawn Quinn, in elementary school.
I’d talk about the first time my mother let me walk home by myself.
But then I received roller blades. And it wasn’t so bad.
I’d talk about the trauma in my childhood.
The neighbors, who had disgusting fingers that touched me
I’d probably talk too much about it.
I’d tell them about how much I loved ugly sweaters
My parents never approved
I’d remember the family Christmas parties
And how much I adored them.
I’d grimace when I talked about how I engorged myself on toffee and water chestnuts
I can’t eat either anymore.
And I’d probably give a large amount of time talking about Heather
The first woman I fell in love with.
How it began beautifully
And I stayed up nights aching in my soul for her
It didn’t end well
And I was proud of myself for moving on
Wildstar's BioName: Wildstar
Sexual Interests: Straight
Bio: Born of a rouge Sky Warrior, a dragon that guards the skies over a clan, and a rare emerald dragon, Wildstar started training at a young age. His life was fine until his father was discovered to be a rouge traitor and they were banished. At the age of 7, Wildstar's mother and father were killed in a forest fire caused by poachers to smoke them out. The last thing Wildstar's father ever said was "If you want to get out alive, run for your life" and that had been Wildstar's saying ever since. He is now 14 years of age, and still growing. He lives alone in the numerous caves of the rocky mountains in South Washington State. He still searches for family and friends, but has no luck in finding anyone. He has two main fetishes: paw/foot and vore, but only tells those he trusts enough and will only mention it when he THINKS the one he will tell it to will either let him or not judge him. He also HATES ai
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