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A Spark in Chains: 1A Transformers Prime Fan fiction by :iconBaconette:
For those that read my previous series; Deception ( http://baconette.deviantart.com/art/Deception-Part-1-266479593 ) and Going Under ( http://baconette.deviantart.com/art/TFP-Going-Under-Part-1-294146142 ), this is a reboot of the story. I had far too many mistakes and things bothering me so I decided just to scrap the current storyline and begin anew. And I wanted to include Chainbreak in the Second and Third season stuff, which I couldn't do without a reboot. I didn't even manage to properly include her in any 1st season stuff...except for the dark energon shiz.
We will see where this goes. I'm trying to stay true to her character but I'm learning I have issues writing when I don't have complete freedom as I go.
This starts off with Chains coming in during the "Deus Ex Machima" Episode.
Mind over Madness: 1Mind over Madness
Introvert girl (17 years) Sees all characters she interacts with (teachers, fellow classmates, parents, and siblings) as monsters or evil creatures but respects them quietly not wanting to make them angry. Sees animals like people. Her mind even makes the people look like monsters.
Her whole world changes when she meets and strange kind boy her age. He offers to help her up when she had been tripped by a mean girl. She stares at him because he looks normal and not like a monster.
This is just a very strange short story that popped into my head a few weeks ago. Just now had the time to write it down. Here's the first section. I'll be adding more soon enough.
Kira trudged through the thick snow, her soft boots keeping her feet warm. She saved for months to be able to afford the fur covered knee high boots that she wore every day.The thick soles had no problem with the ice, or defending their wearer fro
BEHIND THE SCREEN: Skyrimokay, THE ELDER SCROLLS V: SKRYIM
full name wouldn't fit in the Title.
Okay, granted I have finally gotten the 100+ hours achievement in Skyrim, I'm still finding things out about the game that I like. And some things i don't but still its awesome. ITs a soul sucking game that I love and hate at the same time. I would love to cosplay the Nightengale armour (as Karliah) or even one of the Companions or Houecarls, but i digress, THIS IS A REVIEW HERE...right?...RIGHT!
Open world single player quest game. I own it for the PC on Steam. It has many Nordic culture/ Medieval themes. I personally enjoy the open world games better if they do it well, and Skyrim does it really well.
Dragonborn (that's the player) saves the world. No I'm kidding. You can't REALLL
BEHIND THE SCREEN:Hansel and Gretel: Witch HuntersHonestly right off the back I didn't have very high expectations but it seemed like a cool goth/medieval flick and I enjoy these kinds of films.
And it came through with a totally unexpected and surprisingly detailed storyline.
The characters were cast perfectly. The actor who played Hansel also played as Hawkeye in the Avengers. He did very well, portraying the emotions and details of the character. Gretel was cast excellent as well, but I can't recall any off the top of my head that she was in.
My absolutely favorite part of the movie WAS THE WEAPONS!!
OMIGOSH STEAMPUNK WEAPONS!!! completely out of time period...but they were SOOOOOO cool!! and Gretel's crossbow.... *drools*
Sometimes films like this make me think i was born in the wrong century. I'd have so much fun in that era.
I love the brother-sister interactions and chemistry between them. The writers got the super close relationship without adding some weird sexual element. And Gretel was such a hard-ass, which makes me happy.
By Jessica Bruce
Temperatures plummet, but we blaze on
Our live summit, can’t stay away for long
Your arms belong around me, keeping me warm
I feel at home, sheltered from the storm
Dark was my heart, surrounded my ice,
Until you broke through, and brightened my life
A light filled with such intensity and strength
Taking my faults and healing the breaks
Thinking, thinking, I always try
When our lips meet, my thoughts fly
Your hands, your love, are on my mind
Always wishing I could stop time
Broken was my heart, shattered like glass
Shards painful to touch, haunted by the past
Gathering the shards, my darling fixed the mess
Reminding me of how love works best
Healing my heart, soothing my fears
Removing the scars of all those lonely years
My heart is yours forevermore
Head over heels I’ve fallen for
My Darling, my love, my one and only
I’ll always be here, to keep away the lonely
Warm my heart, feed my inner fire
Red on my face, fed by sweet desire
BEHIND THE SCREEN: Rise of the GuardiansOkay first off. This is a definite MUST SEE!!!! Three Thumbs up, six stars and what not. ITS EPIC. (speaking of which i was there and i know i want to see this movie called "Epic" that is coming out this spring.....oh and Iron Man 3)
I even plan on seeing it again soon (most likely with my boyfriend; he's so sweet)
But alas....review time
So Jack Frost is awesome, and embodies every lost teenager that has ever been, including the fun-loving part. North (Santa) is a sword wielding Russian that brings joy to little children. The tooth fairy is awesome with her collecting of teeth, (trying not to give to many spoilers). The Sandman (he doesn't speak) or Sandy as the Guardians call him is hilarious and funny, and yes he gives dreams to children. The Easter bunny is a huge Australian.....i want to say kangaroo, but its like a cross between a bunny and a Kangaroo, oh and he has boomerangs.
I do believe at one point during the movie North shouts "Bunny, Energize!!" and i definitely want to re
One tear... dearly spent. (Act-I)
I see their faces, they, the unloved ones, dry eyes, no smiles, just a stark and desperate gaze, bereaved of care, hope, love.
Each little face gazing bleakly on through the fractured glass of a picture frame, but not at me...
I lay it down, gently. For I'll find no comfort in it, only remnant shards of a forgotten memory, one soon to pass with me long into the halls of eternity.
This the equal sum of all my years. One just memory, fare earned, bought at a fair price, one of ill deeds and a blackened soul.
I feel pain, for myself, for this world, for the last time. Also fear, so real to me now, that he, this dark loathsome one, would leave me behind.
Unwanted as unworthy, to remain here, a fool in purgatory.
The cold now grips me as if embraced by it, just as a mother would an inconsolable child.
I look into the deepest dark, and ask him. "What is Hell like?" He took no notice, and ask me for the time.
But his question went unanswered, for the
PetrichorI walk without an errand for the mind.
I must be homeless.
Neighboring enclaves separate our spaces,
belie their builders’ mirthless exhaustion.
Not even necessity can be blamed
for these mud-struck, brittle gourds,
these quick nests of vasculous organs
pulsing with their peculiar tyrannies,
briefly scuttling from their hovels
like sun refugees
darting into gleaming storefronts
waffled in concrete misery
all to forestall the end of their souls.
Where can we go when we only want to breathe?
Sitting in a park bench,
trillion-visioned, crowned with galaxies,
I can rest my weary invention.
I sense the weight of an unseen player,
a secret stratagem
as she moves her piece into the glade.
I’m set in place, yet unopposed.
Uncombined with lovers, children,
the slow parade of trees and heat,
I lay beside these stalwarts,
at once, still and hurtling
throughout the travesty of time.
I assemble a cumulus intelligence
near the playground,
threatening Summer with three days
EnchantedA golden apple tang
Heralds summer's brightest fire
But I prefer to amble in
In the darkest corners
There are no haunted whispers
And only caramel shadows
Transfer daylight's memories
For unto me the stars
Snapping leaves leading moonlight
Are not my coldest lonely hour
But a renewal of soul
Desperate for YouDay by day
Block by block
Tree by tree
Tear by tear
Day by day
Trials and temptation at my door
As the grass grows in the world
My soul being put to the test
Day by day
Every hour and every second
Realizes that I am desperate for the Lord
For the Lord to hold me from falling
Lord, I'm desperate for You
My heart tears and wears from a lack of Your wisdom
I thirst and hunger for You
Lord, You hear my cries and You know that I am desperate for more of You
Lord, You are the only who fills my lungs with air
Lord, You are the only that speaks words into my mouth
Lord, You are the only one that makes my heart beat louder than drums
I'm desperate for more of You; Lord, I'm desperate for You
Teach me Lord to worship You with all that I am on my knees
To depend on You and have Your way in every part of my life
Lord, I am desperate for more of Your love
Lord, I am desperate for more of You in my life
You are the only one that will last forever
You are the only one that will love forever
You are t
RefugePlaces to go and places to see
Places to see and places to leave
Places that only last for a moment
Places that lasts for eternity
Places are hard to find now
Everything is stamped and yet hard to find
Hard to get in and hard to adapt
Try your best to fit in; join the crowd
Nothing but places for the world to blossom
Bars, clubs, and even cafes; need I go on?
Places to pay just to stay a moment
Places that calls themselves refuges
Places to just get away from all the chaos
All the chaos and imbalance of this world
Broken homes, broken dreams, broken hopes
A place just to get away from it all, all for your soul
Places that make you try hard to fit in
Places that have people armed to the teeth
Outsiders were never really welcomed here
Biting, clawing, and tearing down piece by piece
Need I go on? These places are not refuges
These places are chaotic as a broken home
Need I go on? I have all day
I know of a place; a place of true refuge
Down the road and past some trees
Every Thursday nig
hauras (fragments)English version below
kastepisara kielon luomessa
peitteesi lehden suojassa
heräsit unestamme aamuun
in a dream,
a dewdrop on a petal
in the shadow of your leaves
you awoke from our dream
a new morning
your tears and i to mist;
yesterday to oblivion.
Soul of fire;
Yet always the same.
Shall I write to thee
On this hot summer day,
While I wait for the paint to dry?
Who so many fear and loathe
To the very last day that they live.
Who so effortlessly stole my heart
Before I knew I had one to give.
Parent of monsters;
A term so subjective,
As you and I know
So very well.
Shall you smile again
In the face of adversity,
And every wound and weakness belie?
As you do,
By telling naught but truth.
As you must,
To frail sensitivities soothe.
You are not,
Though you'll pretend to it
You can be,
Upon no terms but your own,
Free and untameable spirit;
You belong to none
Yet, for better or worse,
To any and everyone else.
Damaris: Foreign GodWhat is this message that you bring,
what is this "good news" that you preach?
Who is this strange God from afar -
and what should it matter to me?
We are Greeks - we have our gods,
more gods than you.
What's a foreign god to me?
Your story's nice -
but what's it to me?
But you say
was always there,
even when I did not see Him.
has always cared
for all the world
even though we did not know it -
for this God
is the creator
and all mankind is his -
is the sustainer,
who provides for all that is.
This is no foreign God
but the one true God of all -
and that's why it matters to me.
is the one who made me.
is the one who knew me
before I even knew myself.
cares not only for one people -
for all the peoples on earth are His.
In Him we live,
in Him we move,
in Him we have our being -
is the true God
The Pen's JourneyThe Pen's Journey
~J. Bruce 2/27/12
The paper, blank, starched, and crisp
Rests on the desk
Portraying its unending emptiness
The pen lies full of ink on its side
Waiting for the hand to make the words rise
From the depths of imagination
Within the mind of the creator
Such a powerful force, such
Majestic eloquence that could flow down the pen and onto the
A dark suspicious force holds
Back the enlightening creativity
It stops imagination, halts
The pen presses on
Through all the muck and mud
The pen presses on
Through the bright flight of the mind,
The pen presses on
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