The Tactician and The Mortician by ElliotGrey, literature
Literature
The Tactician and The Mortician
Two learned men who were best of friends
Sat down one eve for tea.
The Tactician toasts, for he's the host,
"Here, here's to you and me!"
"And here's to good fiction," replies the Mortician,
"To Edgar and his dear, dear Lenore.
Without them I fear my world would be drear
For my work these days is a bore."
"How so?" said his friend, "Aren't we all in the end
To partake of your merciful rite?"
"Quite so," replied he, "But these days, you see,
The future is simply too bright;
And the brightness, it burns," he groaned with a turn.
"Now see here, my dear old friend,"
Said the Tactician, "During all of my missions
Did you practise yo
Timekeepers SS01: Luka, the Arbiter by ElliotGrey, literature
Literature
Timekeepers SS01: Luka, the Arbiter
A crisp, copper-colored evening; in spite of an endless sea of dense, burnt-sienna fog framed by a distant ring of terra-cotta mesas. Such was typical of the Slip. Many worlds have liquid oceans, but some, like Keroessa, are not so fortunate. These barren, gaseous worlds instead have seas of heavy elements; a thick, smoky fog which never dissipates. The Slip. The core-gas seas are so dense that the few denizens of such worlds learn to sail upon them.
Incessant winds colored Luka's shaggy hair with Slipsalt. Thick goggles kept the dust out of his eyes; mostly. In his opinion, it was much too early for sailing. He could still see the last sting
Ice-Nine - fragile_life-forms by ElliotGrey, literature
Literature
Ice-Nine - fragile_life-forms
fragile_life-forms
Plasma crackled across the re-activated energy columns at the center of the long spiral walkway leading up the once-abandoned Gal Da Val Central Control Tower.
Whenever the neutrino reactor sent a fresh pulse, Rhadam sensed the tingle of stray ions skipping through electromagnetic fields across the surface of his body armor, a static sensation that would make the hairs on human flesh stand on end. Then again, this accessway was never meant for human passage; though both the organic and inorganic members of the private military and reconnaissance group Ice-Nine had passed this way once, years ago, as a matter of necessity.
The Cure for Claustraphobia by ElliotGrey, literature
Literature
The Cure for Claustraphobia
These concrete walls
Boxing in my mind
Feeling lost again
Feeling frozen in time
There used to be
A whole world out there
Must be some way out
Gotta come up for air
Because they're closing in
I fear I'm out of time
"Relax" they say to me
"It's only in your mind"
But I'm running of time
And they keep closing in
My will to live is weak
"Give up," they're mocking me
"'Cause death is just like sleep"
The sun was real
Was it just a dream?
It was bright and warm
The air was pure and clean
My spirit's weak
But my heart is strong
Take it all in stride
I've got to soldier on
But the walls keep closing in
I fear I'm out of time
"Relax" they say to
Day to night, dark to light,
Fall the sands of time.
Let the years like the gears
Of a clock unwind
In your mind walk through time
Back to better days.
Memories, like a dream,
Wash your tears away.
Like a star in the sky darkness can't reach you.
Light the night, joy is light 'til the new dawn.
---
Cast away your old face
Full of gloom and spite.
With this mask I will ask
To borrow your light.
The Tactician and The Mortician by ElliotGrey, literature
Literature
The Tactician and The Mortician
Two learned men who were best of friends
Sat down one eve for tea.
The Tactician toasts, for he's the host,
"Here, here's to you and me!"
"And here's to good fiction," replies the Mortician,
"To Edgar and his dear, dear Lenore.
Without them I fear my world would be drear
For my work these days is a bore."
"How so?" said his friend, "Aren't we all in the end
To partake of your merciful rite?"
"Quite so," replied he, "But these days, you see,
The future is simply too bright;
And the brightness, it burns," he groaned with a turn.
"Now see here, my dear old friend,"
Said the Tactician, "During all of my missions
Did you practise yo
Timekeepers SS01: Luka, the Arbiter by ElliotGrey, literature
Literature
Timekeepers SS01: Luka, the Arbiter
A crisp, copper-colored evening; in spite of an endless sea of dense, burnt-sienna fog framed by a distant ring of terra-cotta mesas. Such was typical of the Slip. Many worlds have liquid oceans, but some, like Keroessa, are not so fortunate. These barren, gaseous worlds instead have seas of heavy elements; a thick, smoky fog which never dissipates. The Slip. The core-gas seas are so dense that the few denizens of such worlds learn to sail upon them.
Incessant winds colored Luka's shaggy hair with Slipsalt. Thick goggles kept the dust out of his eyes; mostly. In his opinion, it was much too early for sailing. He could still see the last sting
Ice-Nine - fragile_life-forms by ElliotGrey, literature
Literature
Ice-Nine - fragile_life-forms
fragile_life-forms
Plasma crackled across the re-activated energy columns at the center of the long spiral walkway leading up the once-abandoned Gal Da Val Central Control Tower.
Whenever the neutrino reactor sent a fresh pulse, Rhadam sensed the tingle of stray ions skipping through electromagnetic fields across the surface of his body armor, a static sensation that would make the hairs on human flesh stand on end. Then again, this accessway was never meant for human passage; though both the organic and inorganic members of the private military and reconnaissance group Ice-Nine had passed this way once, years ago, as a matter of necessity.
The Cure for Claustraphobia by ElliotGrey, literature
Literature
The Cure for Claustraphobia
These concrete walls
Boxing in my mind
Feeling lost again
Feeling frozen in time
There used to be
A whole world out there
Must be some way out
Gotta come up for air
Because they're closing in
I fear I'm out of time
"Relax" they say to me
"It's only in your mind"
But I'm running of time
And they keep closing in
My will to live is weak
"Give up," they're mocking me
"'Cause death is just like sleep"
The sun was real
Was it just a dream?
It was bright and warm
The air was pure and clean
My spirit's weak
But my heart is strong
Take it all in stride
I've got to soldier on
But the walls keep closing in
I fear I'm out of time
"Relax" they say to
Day to night, dark to light,
Fall the sands of time.
Let the years like the gears
Of a clock unwind
In your mind walk through time
Back to better days.
Memories, like a dream,
Wash your tears away.
Like a star in the sky darkness can't reach you.
Light the night, joy is light 'til the new dawn.
---
Cast away your old face
Full of gloom and spite.
With this mask I will ask
To borrow your light.
Even mechanical things can live.
It stirred, steel tendons and synthetic muscles twanging like sad music in the cold silent dark. In turn, the dark hissed back, a noiseless sound from the furthest depths of blackest space. The thing with the tendons of steel and the skinless hide glistening with oil twitched and spasmed and trembled, the mess of electric synapses it called a mind confused by the notion of life.
It felt. And what it felt confused it, for it had never felt before and it did not know what it was to feel. It felt cold and hot at the same time, two extremes of temperature that at a point became inseparable with each other. It fe
The Tactician and The Mortician by ElliotGrey, literature
Literature
The Tactician and The Mortician
Two learned men who were best of friends
Sat down one eve for tea.
The Tactician toasts, for he's the host,
"Here, here's to you and me!"
"And here's to good fiction," replies the Mortician,
"To Edgar and his dear, dear Lenore.
Without them I fear my world would be drear
For my work these days is a bore."
"How so?" said his friend, "Aren't we all in the end
To partake of your merciful rite?"
"Quite so," replied he, "But these days, you see,
The future is simply too bright;
And the brightness, it burns," he groaned with a turn.
"Now see here, my dear old friend,"
Said the Tactician, "During all of my missions
Did you practise yo
I did something random and we had internet for sixty seconds so I submitted it.
(Many hours later; this journal.)
It's a scant fraction of what I've been working on lately; but a lot is just stuff that's just not ready for human consumption yet. I'll get around to posting things as I get the go-aheads from all parties involved in my creative processes i.e. these guys.
HEY INTERNET, this is the best blog I have ever seen. Have your hypothetical questions answered with physics.. (No, it is not mine.) Thanks to Edmund for sending me this link; since he actually uses StumbleUpon and Tumblr and all such manner of social networking networks for
Mad props to !shad0w8 (https://www.deviantart.com/shad0w8)shad0w8 (https://www.deviantart.com/shad0w8) for making my awesome new webcam GIF by request! He makes GIFs like he gets paid for it! Maybe swing by his gallery sometime and tell 'em Ely sent'cha.
It is from an episode of Science Channel's "Dark Matters: Twisted but True" about real-life mad science.
...It's pretty rare when the internet does something for you for free; so when it happens I tend to get over-stoked about it. :|
Sorry I've been a huge no-show in the last weeks; our internet connection has been really hit-or-miss lately. :\
OLYMPICS YEAH! GO EVERYONE WHO IS IN THE OLYMPICS.
:headbang:
~~:peace:~~
If I were to fall in love with a ghost, would I be considered a necrophile?
~philosoraptorplz (https://www.deviantart.com/philosoraptorplz)
I'm dead serious. ಠ_ಠ
....What? I can't be super-introspective all the time in these journals.
EVERYONE; my inbox is fulla deviantWATCH notices and I'm getting around to ya! Eventually!
Mimi still draws lovely things! :iconmimigrey: Go check her out unless you don't have a heart. (In which case Mimi will make you one.) :iconcuteheartplz:
Edmund :iconedmundgrey: still does very little of anything dA-related because he is a super-busy professional shark-puncher. With a family and a job and stuff.
I am ... um... doing. Stuff. But
hey my friend, I haven't managed to catch up on my message and so just wanted you to know I aint forgotten you.... hope your doing well (I found your messages waaaaay back on page 84.... trying my best to catch up... will answer them post-haste!)