Portal: This Grey PathThis Grey Path
Characters: GLaDOS, Douglas Rattmann, Chell (implied)
Setting: Portal 2 - Chapter 4: The Return
In an eternal instant, the world changed.
He knew of one reason, of just one reason, that explained why he would wake. Here, like this, in the middle of the once-proud cracked walls and shattered windows.
She was not awake, not yet. Still she remained in her artificial slumber, but it would not last. He knew it. If he was here, now, then so were others. It did not matter who. It did not matter why. But he had been told long ago that his purpose was to hold her back, and so he would.
He scrambled down from his perch, paying no attention to the stuttering echo of the voice cheerfully spinning a tale of impending doom across the thousands of like locations spanning across the land, and he hoped she was awake. Not the one who was in man-induced suspension, but the other one, the one who would
Prussia x Reader-Prom Night Prussia x Reader
You walked down the halls,looking for Gilbert,your best friend.He had said to meet you around here.'Where IS he?',you thought.It's a good thing your locker was where he wanted to meet you.You unlocked your locker and pulled out your textbooks,just as Gilbert found you.
"Hey,(name)!Glad you decided to meet the AWESOME me here!"You rolled your (e/c) eyes at him.
"Hey,Gil.What's up?",you said,shutting your locker and twisting the combination lock
TF: Old Soldier FIRST DRAFT Contest EntryTitle: Transformers: Old Soldier FIRST DRAFT Contest Entry
Universe: G1 (Pre-Earth)
Warnings: Violence, Non-canon character death
Author's Note: This is my (mostly) unedited first draft. The contest specified minimal editing, which was extremely difficult for me. While I don't think this is bad, it's not as refined as I'd normally post. In fact, there are two details which need work/editing. Hopefully, they're not as obvious to others as they are to me (since I'm super critical of my own work).
Smoke hung heavy over Praxus, obscuring optics and clogging vents. Here, the once proud city-state stood cracked and charred, covered in ash. The glorious crystals of the Helix Gardens, the pinnacle of Cybertronian art and beauty, lay shattered. Many of the civilians were gone, long since fled or dead. Those that remained had abandoned their civilian ways, forced into more militaristic roles.
Raising above the surrounding ruins, th
Snoopy Composes a NovelIt was a bright and sunny day. Which, all in all, was a terrible way to begin a story. But Snoopy was determined to begin his Great American Novel, whether the day was bright and sunny or not. Of course, “write what you know” didn't have to always be taken literally; Tolstoy probably didn't know half as many people as he wrote into his books. If Snoopy was to write what he knew, the book would be about writing a book, which all in all would be rather dull once the thrill of recursion passed.
“It was pretty good, but also pretty bad.” As an opening line, it was okay, but nothing exceptional. “Everyone knows that rich dudes want to get married.” And everybody knew that if Snoopy was to write a love novel, he'd likely be sued by some dame convinced that it was about her. He'd smooched so many dames that he'd lost count of all the exact circumstances, so there was bound to be some repetition. “He was a young beagle who wrote alone on a typewriter a
Nightmare and promiseNightmare and promise
Leo, Raph, Donnie; 27yr old
Mikey just woke up from nightmare in cold sweat and bit pain. Having same nightmare about a week, Mikey was getting moody for not getting a good night sleep. His father was getting real mad with him for ninja work too tier to think stray. Leo try to talk to him after work out but Mikey just walk away. Raph feeding his pet turtle spike his sow Mikey trip over fell in to water. Run over to his baby brother help out.
Raph; hey little ninja are ok
Mikey; no I am not and STOP CALLING ME LITTLE ALL TIME
RAHP; but I always call you little ninja
Mikey; just leave along
Mikey run to his room lock the door and stay his room rest day was tier of the nightmare. His what to have good night sleep. Hear nock at the door
Donnie; hey Mikey is Donnie may please I come in to talk.
Donnie; I want to help please
Mikey open the door let Donnie enter. Donnie look of his brother face it can see was tier of lack of sl
Last (first draft)There is no one who truly knows how to face the end that lies beyond the end of the world. One day, the seven Moons shine beneath the Sea of Enkre, as they are supposed to, and the next day you find yourself drifting away, your world diminished to a mere fragment of what it used to be. You open your eyes in the light of the Moons and for a moment you forget about the cataclysm from the night before, or you think everything was just a bad dream. You look around at the alabaster walls around you, still intact, and you tell yourself all is as before. You tell yourself there was no Armageddon, no catastrophe, you tell yourself those galaxies, all those people in them, could not have perished. But then you walk outside and you see there are only six Moons. Time drifts by and people start speaking of strange things, of cities of fire standing on the edge of the Sea of Enkre, and cliffs of ice standing beside them, and you notice there are only five Moons left.
By the time you are down to you