NCIS Chapter 1I waited impatiently in the elevator next to my Uncle Leroy, I didn't like the whole 'take the niece to work' day thing.NCIS Chapter 16 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Ready, Bren?" he said.
"As I'll ever be, Agent Gibbs," I smiled. He looked over at me and slapped the back of my head as the doors opened.
"Boss?" A guy with coffee cup asked.
"It's nothing, DiNozzo," Uncle said. I stumbled out of the elevator, playing up the 'injury.' "Suck it up, Bren," Uncle laughed. He always called me Bren. The man holding the coffee cup held his hand out to me.
"Anthony DiNozzo, beautiful,"
"Demetria Gibbs," I shook his hand, taking care to put pressure on his hand. He grimaced.
"This is my niece, guys, and Ziva," Uncle laughed again. He always laughed a lot when I was around. Ziva cocked her head a little, then shook it.
"Ziva David, pleasure to meet you," Her grip was firm. I liked her already.
"Nice to meet you too, Ziva, you can call me Bren," I let very few call me by my Uncle's nickname.
"Oh, she likes you, she only lets me ca
The Many Moods of Lizzie, Pt.1Okay, Lizzie, here we are, Joey said, pulling me by the arm into our locker room. Even though I was medicated the majority of the time here at work, practically everyone in the entire company, on any roster, avoided me like the plague. I smiled at the notion of their fear. Christian also shared our locker room, but he wasnt here yet. Wheres Christian? On his way, Izzie, chill, okay? Okay. Joey unlatched the hooks on my straight jacket and I shrugged forward, pulling my arms from it. I sat on the couch, spinning into my usual position, upside down, like a bat. Joey just chuckled, already used to my eccentricies like second nature, of course. Christian walked through the door then and I spun around again, sitting upright, and setting my feet together. Hey Lizzie! he called, coming over to the couch, dropping his bag and grabbing me in a hug. Got somethin for ya! He reached into the pocket of his bagThe Many Moods of Lizzie, Pt.16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
RealityReality4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have lived inside my head.
In the shell of my mind.
My reality was built, created.
My other reality ignored.
My hopes and dreams, created.
My mind a labyrinth.
But now something's changing.
My sugar glass world is breaking.
And the pieces don't sting while they fall as before.
And I won't have to rebuild these walls anymore.
And I feel the warmth of someone else.
And I have you wandering my labyrinth with me.
My real reality.
NCIS Chapter 2That night, after we had returned from the office, I was sitting in my room, brushing my hair out. I was wearing an ocean blue sweater and a black pencil skirt with some purple suede flats. My uncle knocked on the door.NCIS Chapter 26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You look pretty,"
"Thank you," I put my brush down and pulled my wavy chestnut and auburn hair back with a headband.
"This for your date with McGee?"
"Yes, Uncle, do you mind?"
"No. I think he's just your type, actually. Now, if you were going out with DiNozzo, I'd disown you." That made me laugh.
"I'd never go out with Tony, Uncle,"
"Good." Instead of smacking me on the back of the head, he leaned over and kissed me on the top of the head. "I'll let you know when he's here."
"Thank you, Uncle,"
"You're welcome." He left and I heard him go downstairs. I put some gold earrings that Uncle had given me in, and a locket that Ducky had given me.
"Bren!" Uncle called. "McGee's here!" I took a deep breath and picked up my Ed Hardy purse and went downstairs. As I came down the
Mirror, Mirror[Verse 1]Mirror, Mirror6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
My self-esteem will drop and fall.
You must be lying, surely you jest,
For how is it I dont look my best?
I stand here, looking, every day,
Why is it I cant look away?
You point out every fault and flaw,
Pick until my heart is raw.
Censure me, show me contorted,
Visions of me, my views distorted.
You tear at me until I bleed,
You sink your teeth in and start to feed.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Whos the fairest of them all?
No-one as far as Im concerned,
Beauty is never truly earned.
Mirror, mirror, in my hand,
Whos the fairest in the land?
Dont know, although it isnt you,
Why dont you ask me something new?
A mirror will be your best friend,
With you til the very end.
It tells the truth, no sugared coat,
It makes you want to slit your throat.
The things it tells you cant be fake,
Although theyve caused you much heartache.
Mirrors are your enemy,
FerretsFuzzy fuzzy ferrets, scamper across the floor.Ferrets11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fuzzy fuzzy ferrets, running for the door.
Fuzzy fuzzy ferrets, digging through the plants.
Fuzzy fuzzy ferrets, climbing up your pants.
Fuzzy fuzzy ferrets, hiding under the bed.
Fuzzy fuzzy ferrets, sitting on my head.
Fuzzy fuzzy ferrets, meeping all around.
Fuzzy fuzzy ferrets, leaping off the ground.
Fuzzy fuzzy ferrets, nestled in the corner.
Fuzzy fuzzy ferrets, stealer, not a loaner.
Fuzzy fuzzy ferrets, with energy to spare.
Fuzzy fuzzy ferrets, play without a care.
Fuzzy fuzzy ferrets, biting all your toes.
Fuzzy fuzzy ferrets, they're your biggest foes.
Fuzzy fuzzy ferrets, as cute as can be.
Fuzzy fuzzy ferrets, chasing after me!
Fuzzy fuzzy ferrets, no need to fret.
Fuzzy fuzzy ferrets, the best pet yet.
You Don't See...You don't see...You Don't See...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You don't see
the daggers piercing at my skin.
You don't see
gravity forcing me down,
against the bathroom floor.
You don't see
how many times my sister wakes
to the sounds of retching as I heave up all I've got.
You don't see
the sleepless nights,
the cries of pain.
You don't see
My pride, my strength, my resolve,
being shattered everyday
You don't see
there is no cure for this
and it feels like there never will be.
What you see
is a pretend me
on a good day,
playing at being normal,
You don't see
me silently knowing that
every moment I spend in play with you today
will be the death of me tomorrow.
You don't see
that even though we know
that your visit will be our own living hell tomorrow,
we still choose to fight our way through today with you.
We love you,
We love you, and we value you.
So next time maybe you'll see,
that we go through hell,
to love you.
You may not see our suffering,
but all we ask is to be loved
Haiku- HS ExilesA war-weary lifeHaiku- HS Exiles4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mayor, Vassal and Villein
A Parcel Mistress,
Now Peregrine Mendicant
A newly crowned queen
To uphold justice,
And now appointed to arms
A Windswept Questant,
Once a Queen beloved by all
Now an Advisor
Once Prospit's White King,
He abdicates with his queen,
The Writ Keeper comes
Angel of AshBlack as ashAngel of Ash3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
his breath silent
my dearest child
metal casings fly
unfurl in the sky
angel from below
ashen face sighs
his siblings cry
as if they know
to save them
while others died
his hair caked
a hero formed from
kissing his face
the children clutch
onto him tight
a man shouts
to save his wife
angel of ash
moves to fight
raising a weapon
into the night
who killed innocent
died at the hands
of a blackened angel
for what is heavenly
comes in many shapes.
no, you haven't.have you ever seen me cry?no, you haven't.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the way my mind falls to pieces,
and nothing makes sense.
(when i think chocolate ice-cream
for breakfast, lunch and dinner
is a real good idea)
have you seen me laugh, truly?
when i forget to breathe,
and i need you for support
(when i get makeup all over
my face, and can't tell whats
have you seen my flaws?
the way my cheeks are pink,
and the way my knee locks
when i run.
(when i look at myself,
and you have to hold me close,
or else i fall apart)
have you heard me sing?
in the morning to metal,
or the strange sounds i make
to russian techno in the afternoon
(when i can't see right, and i am
led to believe that my voice is
have you seen my heart murmur?
The way it screams when you speak to
me, and how your scent now makes
me turn red with displeasure.
(when you leave me for cold, and
i can't move from inside my
mind, and when i refuse to breathe;
just to prove my point to you.)
Chill, Dude.when has it ever made matters betterChill, Dude.6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to think of the worst, the maybe, the never?
when your mind dwells on the out-of-control
the details tend to take over the whole.
so don't let your worry fill you with fear,
it's the only thing that lets danger come near,
stomachs may churn and feelings turn bitter,
that's just a choice to let your mind wither.
a test is ahead, no time to study,
the deadline is gone, and you need to hurry.
panicking isn't the right way to go,
take a breath and calm down, go with the flow.
10 Facts That Disprove Evolution1. We share half our DNA with bananas.10 Facts That Disprove Evolution3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
2. The fossil record has holes in it. Dinosaur and humans footprints were found side-by-side in Arizona and Turkmenistan. In Uzbekistan, 86 consecutive hoof prints of horses were found in rocks dating back to the dinosaurs. Petrified trees in Arizona's petrified forest have fossilized nests of bees and cocoons of wasps. Those forests are reputedly 220 million years old, while bees (and flowering plants which bees require) supposedly evolved almost 100 million years later.
3. No macro variations (speciation) in evolution have ever been observed. Micro evolution is species adaptations, and it's not the same as macro. Adjusting to the climate is very, very different than changing from species to another.
4. Humans have the most neurons in their brains but primates don't have even close to that amount. They aren't even in the top ten.
5. Radiometric dating does not take into account the way heat and water affect the aging of bones (it makes them appea
Big DaddyThump... thump... thump... the noise echoes through the room.Big Daddy7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I turn, is he to the left? No, to the right?
I don't know where he is, but I know he spells my doom.
I hear her voice, the girl turned beast...
"Mr. Bubbles," she quietly starts, speaking in two voices,
"Can you hear the angels, Mr. Bubbles?"
I hear the footsteps getting louder... hm, choices.
Searching through my guns, I try to decide.
Revolver, with bullets to pierce his suit?
Grenade launcher, with explosive rounds?
As I think, I hear the thump of his boot,
I must hurry, he'll be upon me soon.
I pull out my shotgun, its barrel strong and thick.
Pressing against a pillar, I check my ammo.
Explosive shells, that should do the trick.
I switch my shells, dropping the extra.
I feel the ground shake under his weight...
Then another noise, a buzzing sound...
I smile slightly, whispering, "You're late"
The hacked drone hovers above me.
My shotgun, my drone... my plasmids, I forgot.
I lower my shotgun and concentrate deeply.
ProwessThe aching sound of enginesProwess3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
drown the children's wail
steam pours from the shelter
iron rotten over years
copper green worn trails
pangs of happiness
follow the suffering
as poor silently mourn
the war of power
with no start
an no end
worn nomadic hearts
attempting to live
they older than the rust
than the mechanized machines
blind the elders walk
the army of youth
tortured are souls
dying for prowess
a communist dream
for peace deemed unworthy
Gravedigger - TwoGravedigger - Two8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The calm of the moon
Perin enjoyed the rest of the week. No one in Erdhanger died, no landscaping was asked for and no one commissioned any work for Graves' chisel. This would normally have been cause for worry, for quiet periods meant poor eating. However, the mysterious business offered them by the Prigon Kesairl allowed them both some leisure.
Graves relaxed by taking a sickle to the overgrown grass around the older graves. He even polished some of the stones, removing moss and lichen that had built up since the last time he had been given the time to maintain his little town of the dead.
Perin spent his time walking in the hills around Erdhanger, avoiding the higher paths and forests out of a mild fear of raveners, the large, lupine animals that reportedly hunted there. The worst he saw while on his treks through the close hills were true wolves, and they were always far off.
The village sneered at his strange new habit of walking the hills, for it was something that no
tightsJan 1, 2011tights5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When there is no company, I define myself with tights. I wrap my bruises and prickles in triangles and silky stripes, making something sensuous; I pull soft cotton between my thighs and slowly swipe out wrinkles. I sway in front of mirrors, with saxophones serenading me from the machine on my mattress; I smile at my legs. They arc and stretch; they lift me upwards over nonexistent parading heads, and they hunt attention; they do not make a sound.
Without you, I sing to my dog and my nails and my feet. I make Frank Sinatra siphon my world from my eyes; he sings to me strongly and spins me with one light hand. He looks at my legs. My thighs freely flaunt themselves to wine red curtains and plushies from the past. There are no delicate dancers' legs to giggle behind the backs of mine. There are no men to ignore them; there are no men to push them aside and free them of their purple or pink or red or green veils in order to reach the more interesting parts. There is a clean and
the gift that keeps ungivingher dark artsthe gift that keeps ungiving4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and pale arms
lunar tics these
half-witted quips and
verbal cheap tricks my
seems she sees
this mess as
want to be
not the oft
un- or sub-
and dashed hopes
of dusk and
sparks & signs
of possible light
of passable life
of that one last
at getting it
Dilemma:Chapter 1Dilemma:Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The light of a bloody red moon reflected into the abyssal black of Odessa's eyes. She gazed coolly over her reddish magical globe, while the chilly wind brushed harshly against her pale skin. Her sweet, yet serious Asian features softened as she sighed. She sat on the grass, near the tiny lake, which she loved so much. Soon, the cloudy sky released the drizzle of April.
"You did have a vision,didn't you?" asked the olive-green haired man behind the transparent blue barrier.
"Yes." she answered with her tone monotone.
"...What did you see?"he asked hesitantly.
"The true battle...is coming."
The young man sighed as he got out of the barrier.He walked through the dense rain and sat beside his only mistress.
"Are you going to get involved?" the man finally asked,after a short time of dead silence.
"Adrian...You know very well that I will not...Not until the princess will make a move. "she spoke as darkly as possible.
"There will be a pool of blood in only two mon
Conflagration Smoldering coal seamConflagration3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
long-ignited by friction
Festers for decades
beneath a weathered-thin crust
Venting sparks flare-ups
and breeds scarification
can express raindrops from stone
Buried heart is breached
through constant undermining
give rise to false martyrdom
The broadening rift
crumbles into a chasm
each calls it the other's fault
CutCut12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A young girl sits in the corner,
She sits, and I hear her sigh.
She was at first so happy,
But it was all a bitter lie.
She feels so hollow and empty,
And she really wants to die.
So with her sleeves, covers her face,
And quietly begins to cry.
In her soul is hatred,
So she sits there wiping her tears,
She crys and crys and crys,
She let's it all out after so many years.
The lights become dim,
Oh no! I know what's on her mind.
I hope, I beg, I pray,
That happiness she'll soon find.
If not- she's going to commit suicide,
She's tired of hiding in the dark,
Afraid of her life, of what she's done,
She's already made her mark.
The girl sees the razor,
And her tears fade away.
For she knows this is the end,
Today is the day.
She thinks this is the right way,
But I know she is wrong.
She's killing her future- her dreams,
I guess now she's not so strong.
She grabs the razor,
And slowly slits her wrists.
Her world fades away,
Slowly- into black mists.
She was a bright girl, this wasn't her fate
Cellmates - TransformersG1It had been a war zone, but now it was a cell.Cellmates - TransformersG18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
After the excessively fierce but chaotically brief final battle, the claustrophobic control chamber lay littered with the bodies of both Autobots and Decepticons. Non-functioning carapaces and amputated robot parts cluttered the space around the centrally located holographic display module like the shattered parts of a fallen halo. On this island were the last two living creatures, the only soldiers that could possibly call themselves victorious.
They sat there, back to back, immersed in a solemn bubble of depression. There was no room for celebration when they knew that even though theyd survived the carnage of battle, they were doomed to die here anyway. The ship, now cold around them as lifeless as their comrades, was sinking slowly, sadly, silently to the bottom of a great alien ocean with no possible way in or out. There was nothing left to do but wait in silence