Trapped - Ch 1 - A Firefly FicThings were not going as planned.Trapped - Ch 1 - A Firefly Fic7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
River was perched on the edge of Kaylee's hammock in the engine room. Jayne was pacing, which was difficult because the engine room wasn't exactly spacious, and Jayne was, as usual, heavily armed. His chest was bare and streaked with blood.
"Each hand contains twenty six bones," River said, gazing at her own hand, smudged with engine grease. "The scaphoid, the lunate, the triquetrum, the pisiform, the trapezium, the hamate, the capitate "
"Will you shut that crazy mouth?" Jayne said sharply. River shut her mouth with a snap and glared at him.
"You're ruining the fun," she said, and stuck out her tongue.
"You're ruining the thinking," Jayne said, grasping for an intelligent reply and coming up short. Jayne actually was thinkingor trying to. In most situations, he could just shoot first and ask questions later. When he needed brains, Mal was there to tell him who to shoot, and when. Jayne was never the mastermind. But what was he going to
Trapped - Ch 4 - A Firefly FicA number of thoughts ran through Jayne's head, which rarely happened to him. The first was Hell, if I kiss her, she'll lose. The one immediately following was Hey, I think she wants me to kiss her! Then came Wait a second this is River. Crazy girl who gored me with a knife. There were a few other thoughts, too, that weren't quite so savory.Trapped - Ch 4 - A Firefly Fic6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
His eyes flicked up to meet River's again and his mind went blank. Her big brown eyes that he'd thought so childish before were strikingly adult, long, dark lashes sweeping over them like a veil. Jayne realized that he'd never really looked into a woman's eyes like this before. Girl. Not a woman, a girl, one part of him argued. But another part of him that Jayne tended to pay more attention to was insisting that she was, indeed, a woman. And if she wanted him to kiss her, who was he to turn her down? I mean, he could do the girl a favor. Couldn't he?
Inexplicably nervous now, Jayne tried to recall her exact wording t
Trapped - Ch 3 - A Firefly FicJayne had finally taken a seat near the door, still twitchy but having decided that pacing wasn't worth it if it got Crazy all riled up. Occasionally he glanced over at her. She was always staring at him with that unnervingly steady gaze. He found himself annoyed that he kept looking over, but he could feel her eyes on him and it made him nervous.Trapped - Ch 3 - A Firefly Fic6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Wouldja stop lookin' at me like that?" he growled finally.
"Like what?" River said, innocent as a child.
"Like you're readin' my mind," Jayne muttered, and River laughed.
"What should I look at you like?"
"Shouldn't look at me at all," Jayne replied gruffly.
"I like to look at you," River said, and slid of her hammock, walking that dancer's walk to crouch next to him. "You get uncomfortable." She cocked her head, grinning, and reached out a hand to touch his arm.
He flinched, and immediately felt weaker for it. To prove he wasn't shy of her touch, he reached out and grabbed her wrists, both of them in one hand. They were so thin that he was
Trapped - Ch 2 - A Firefly Fic"Is she in your way, Kaylee? Is she botherin' you? I don't want you distracted when our lives are on the line here, and if she's distractin' you, I'd be more'n happy to get her out of the way, 'cause"Trapped - Ch 2 - A Firefly Fic7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Jayne," Kaylee interrupted, not moving her eyes from the engine in front of her, one hand busily working a wrench.
"Yeah?" Jayne said. His hands were hovering near his hip holsters, as though he suspected something would jump out and shoot at them. It was a nervous habit, and Kaylee knew it.
"Shut up," Kaylee said kindly.
With a huff, Jayne turned around and started pacing. He glanced out the engine room doors and then turned back toward the girls.
"C'mon, Kaylee, can't I just lock you two in here for safekeepin' and go out and help 'em? Vera's itching for some action."
"You heard the Cap'n, Jayne, he wanted you to stay here. Anyway, we need your strong, manly protection." River's mouth twitched into a half smile at this little jab, but Jayne seemed to think Kaylee was bein
Seven YearsWheres Daddy going?Seven Years8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Quiet. Mommys busy. The harsh rake of a metal zipper closing. The girl carefully lays her bear on the bed covers, then picks him up again.
When will he be back?
When hes finished.
Finished doing what hes doing.
What is he doing? Her mother pulls the curtains, shutting out the dull, feeble light of the muted sun.
So many damn questions. The squeak of the springs as she lifts the heavy suitcase off of the sagging mattress.
Will he be back for my birthday? The timid voice questions.
No? But he said he would get me a bike, a blue one, we saw it in the window and he said I could have it for my birthd-
No. He wont be back for your birthday.
Im getting old, arent I mommy? she asks proudly.
Old? Hell, youre only six. A raspy laugh, a smoker
Yours and MineWe never got those towels his and hers. Those matching pajamas. Our pillows didnt even match, which I know irked you. Sometimes I wonder if you woke up every morning and immediately felt cross because of my pillow, and yours. Yours and mine.Yours and Mine7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But if you did, you never showed it. You woke me with a kiss and a smile more radiant than the sunrise that we never saw, nestled deeply as we were in the jungle of apartment buildings. Perhaps, then, you were cross about many things. The way I never put away my shoes, so you always were tripping over them; the way I didnt replace the toilet paper when we ran out; the way I wouldnt write mustard on the grocery list when I used the last of it. If it bothered you, you never said it. I had my flaws, and you had yours. Yours and mine.
I suppose its best we didnt get those towels, those pajamas, matching pillows. Even now little things remind me of you, things that didnt used to have any
There's a Body on my TablePaul unlocked, locked, unlocked, locked, unlocked, locked and unlocked the door before pushing it open. He took off his shoes, left one first, and laid them by the door in perfect parallel to each other.There's a Body on my Table7 years ago in Horror More Like This
Im home, he called, and from the top of the stairs the fish in his aquarium burbled in response. He counted his steps to the kitchen one, two, three...fifteen, sixteen, seventeen. He lined up his feet and looked at the digital clock on the microwave - 6:04. He waited patiently, watching, until ah, 6:05. Letting out the breath hed been holding, he turned to the kitchen table and-
Oh, God. Paul was suddenly acutely aware of his pounding heartbeat in his ears. He somehow managed to steady himself against the chair back and remain upright, but he knew he would faint if he couldnt get himself under control. And he couldnt faint. That wasnt in the Routine.
He steeled himself and looked at the table again.
A dead fly on his kitche
Bite MeBite Me: An Analysis of the Myth of Woman in Stephenie Meyer's TwilightBite Me5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Since being published in 2005, Stephenie Meyer's Twilight has gone from just another young adult fantasy novel to a cult phenomenon that has gripped millions of readers of all ages. When a piece of literature becomes as widespread as Twilight, it becomes especially important to examine the messages it is sending to its readers many of whom, in Twilight's case, are impressionable young women. By applying a feminist lens to the novel and examining it in terms of Simone de Beauvoir's myth of woman, it is revealed that Twilight is a hotbed of antifeminist sentiment, from the skewed balance of power to the simple fact that none of the women in the novel are employed. If only because of the book's wide range of impact due to its bloated and romance-blinded fan base, it is important to take de Beauvoir's advice for viewing literature and expose how the myth of woman is perp
Your MoveAll Im saying, she frowned, uncrossing and recrossing her legs under the table, is that he shouldve been a man about it. I dont see why he couldnt say it to my face. You just dont do that sort of thing over the phone. Not after eight months! Rook to C8.Your Move6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He nodded, readjusting his glasses as shed found that he was apt to do when shed made a move he didnt expect. That does seem really cheap, he admitted, peering down at the board like an old man. Did he give you a reason at all? Rook to C1.
She let out a huffy breath and tossed one of her long braids over her shoulder, immediately drawing it back to run her hands over while she thought. Yes. Her hand fluttered over her rook for a moment before she drew it back, eyes darting around the board as she guessed at the succession of moves that would follow that choice. He said she trailed off, tightening her lips and gra
counting to infinityi.counting to infinity6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Capitalization is bad for days like this. When the sky is grey, who needs grammar? Grammar is rules and rules are a box, a great glass box with no seams—seamless, faultless, perfect, unbreakable—like rules are supposed to be. Rules are what kill you. The words are like light; they bounce away from the glass and are lost.
But if you are content without the words then rules are what save you, because too far from that box and you are not safe anymore; you will be shot at, you are a target, and you will never run fast enough to hide from sound like bullets. The box is a cage and a shield. Both at once, like halves of a circle—impossible, unfathomable, like truth always is.
Sound travels at three hundred and forty-three meters per second, faster than you can throw something even as small as a memory.
To think that I can speak, one word, and before it has left my tongue behind it is already a lifetime away, too far to reach, too far to take back and c
Euclidian GeometryIEuclidian Geometry6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is what plane geometry (Euclidian geometry)
it tells me that [a];
(the long, curving line
of your neck, outlined
in the darkest of chestnut curls)
(the swell of your hip
rising from the sheets, the sweet temptation
and the beautiful mystery of the
(the wonder that you
perhaps do not see in my gaze
when you catch me
Euclids Five Postulates
1. Let the following be postulated: to follow
with my fingertips
the flower of your lips
and the swans curve of your
2. To produce [extend] a finite limb with infinite
ad infinitum widening my eyes
and awing me with your
unwitting dancers grace
3. To describe a circle on the
glorious plateau of your stomach
to trace around your belly button
navigating the breathtaking landscape
of your valleys and knolls
Rain BootJon? she called down the stairs, without looking away from the mirror she leaned towards, carefully applying mascara to neatly curled lashes. She had one stocking on, and a pair of sensible black pumps were tossed haphazardly on the counter, dangerously close to the curling iron. Jon, is it still raining? There was the comfortable sound of sock-footed footfalls from downstairs and the creak of the heavy front door being pulled open. A muffled pattering of rain was answer enough.Rain Boot6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Yeah, Jon called up the stairs. Its really coming down. You sure you dont want me to drive you?
Yeah, she called back down, trying to cap the mascara and succeeding only in putting a heavy line of black down the palm of her hand. She cursed quietly to herself and scrabbled for her makeup remover in the medicine cabinet. Ill be fine, the sedans four-wheel drive.
She heard the clink of a spoon against a ceramic mug and
It's MagicOnce there was a girl who was born from a stone and she had a star for a heart. One day she met a boy and put her heart in his hands. And it was magic.It's Magic7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Toby didn't get along with the other children at recess. Toby didn't get along with the other children at all. It wasn't that they didn't want to be his friend - children are so accepting at that age - but Toby had no interest in them. So he left them alone, and they him.
At the edge of the playground, just barely within school grounds, there was a little hillock, like the rounded belly of a pregnant woman. The hill bore a massive, gnarled oak. Its branches spread like a canopy, turning the grass, dandelion and clover-studded, into its own shady glade, a meadow elevated above the shouts and laughter of the children at play. Running beside the hill, and out of bounds to students at recess, was a little creek. It was a simple thing, and Toby delighted in it. He sat every day, from the beginning until the end of recess, against the
Just CallingThe sharp ringing of the phone pries apart his eyelids and draws him up off of the pillows. He fumbles at the bedside lamp for a moment and finally turns it on. Squinting in the light, he picks up the phone.Just Calling7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hello? Its Lisa. He blinks a few times and runs his tongue over his teeth.
Hey. Whats up?
Oh, I was just calling.
Lisa, its one in the morning. Why are you calling me?
Well, I was calling because well, I was calling to...to apologize...
Lisa, cmon. Cant this wait? Its fine, okay? Just-
No, no, I have to say it. Im sorry.
Okay. Now can I go back to bed?
Im just saying, Im sorry for...for all those things I said.
He groans and rubs his right temple with his free hand. She sounds very drunk.
Lisa, this is not-
No, let me say this, at least. Im sorry for those things I said. I
Thirty Thousand FeetI love flying. I love the crush of hurrying people in the airport, and the vast expanses of patterned carpet, doing their best to be unobtrusive. I love the muffled feel of every sound while you're thirty thousand feet above the rest of the world, isolated. I love the tiny packages of organic vegan crackers and the little plastic pods of hummus just exotic enough to make you feel pretentious for eating it, but uncultured for not eating it on the ground.Thirty Thousand Feet5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I've never associated the airport with personal unhappiness. I watched people angry with their children, their spouse, their alarm clock, their luggage, and I secretly smiled, because from my vantage point, I knew that none of it was important.
Now I am on the other end of that telescope as first class is called for boarding and I sit, The Washington Post open but unread in my lap, with my strangely empty suitcase and my boarding pass folded in my hands. Outside the ceiling-high windows to my left, planes full of travelers arrive
Safe as Houses"Ready, Grace?" James calls from upstairs, and I check the jury-rigged circuits in front of me once more. Everything looks right. I check again, just in case.Safe as Houses5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ready!" I call back, pulling my jacket tighter around me against the chill. What with the more necessary safety adaptations, few people bother with things like heat anymore although as winter approaches, survival will become dependent on that as well. I wonder if the van's heat is still functional.
"Plugging in!" James yells.
There's a moment of silence and I cross my fingers, hoping this won't be the time that I do it wrong and cause the entire house to go up in flames. There's a loud crack like a lightning strike and cheers come from upstairs. I close the circuit breaker box and emerge from the basement to join the rest of the team upstairs. James, Nick and Lisa are all clustered at the bay window, which has been fitted with heavy iron bars. There is another electrical crack from the front yard and the smell of burnt ha
fairytales"Mira, if you don't open this door this instant, I'm going to break through your window."fairytales5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Peter, I'm reading."
"Tell me something I don't know. I'm serious. Open the door. We're going out. As in outside. As in into the real world."
"I can't. I'm just getting"
"To the good part. I know. And I don't really care right now. For the last time, open the door."
"No, Peter! I'm sick of you telling me what to do."
"You're being unfair, and we both know it. There's only one thing I ever tell you to do and you ignore me anyways, so it's irrelevant."
"I reserve the right to make my own judgments. I'm an adult."
"No, you're not. You're like some starry-eyed kindergartener. Stuck inin a fairytale world!"
"Then my fairytale world suits me just fine."
"Mira. Please. The rest of the world is moving on without you. Grow up."
"You know what's unfair, Peter Killinger? You telling me to 'grow up' all the time when you only treat me like a little kid!"
"Don't slam things around. What are
Swim AccidentShe clutched her bag tightly against the scanty swimsuit that didn't do much in way of covering her body. Why she bought the damn thing was beyond her. Oh, yes, right...now she remembered. She was horny and hoping to attract someone's attention.Swim Accident3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Shaking her head at her absent mindedness, she plunked down in the nearest lounge chair. Kicking off her flip flops, she pulled out her towel from the overly huge bag and her favorite book. Setting her sunglass on the bridge of her nose, she began reading, reveling in the feel of the sun caressing her skin.
Staying at the hotel in LA wasn't terrible even if she wasn't here for pleasure but rather business. But, she wasn't complaining, being a police officer had its perks. The pool was beautiful and even though a bunch of children were out running about, it was still peaceful. Still made her feel good. If only she could find a special someone to bring back to her room for some sexy fun, she'd be set.
Turning her attention back to her
Rayne: Drops of Jupiter Part 1Rayne: Drops of Jupiter Part 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Title: Drops of Jupiter 1/? (Follows Moon River)
Characters: Jayne, River
Disclaimer: Firefly/Serenity property of Joss Whedon
Rating: PG for mild profanity
Timeline: Two months Post BDM
*Now that she's back in the atomsphere,
Drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey, hey*
Jayne stood on the catwalk, trying and not suceeding to ignore what was going on below. He'd never seen Moony dance, and he'd never heard the feng le music she was dancing to either. The happy woman whirling around the cargo bay was nothing like the crazy girl he held at night.
That first night, he'd fallen asleep with a warm lapful of Moony and woke up with a crick in his neck. He would've chalked it up to a bad dream, 'cept for the strands of long, dark hair and the scent of honeysuckle on his blankets.
He didn't know why he let her stay the second night. It just seemed easier than worryin' on what kinda trouble she might get into if he kicked her out.
*She acts like Summer and she walks
fairgroundsfairgrounds5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We make our farewells at the fairground, and the ferriswheel spin of our days and nights grinds to a cold and silent halt. But, you promise, we will have one last ride. One last day to ourselves. One last day to remember.
And in the crushing golden haze of summer's dying days, we leave our regrets with the sullen ticket sellers, the sullen customers, the sullen children squirming in the heat. We laugh past them like the summer breeze and pretend to be happier than they could ever be.
We enter the raw cacophony of it together. Our brightly pasted smiles belong instantly, wholly, to the savage relentless pursuit of amusement that ebbs around us. We are drawn inescapably into it, absorbed by the press of hot hungry bodies. In the crowd your hands find me as they always have, but a couple slides snakelike between us and you slip from my side. The people swallow you, accept you as only another booth in their endless milling quest for fulfillment, and in the glow of their shining faces, I lo
birds of a featherbirds of a feather5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You find her, at last, in the woods, deeper than she or anyone else ought to go. It's uncharted territory, still, dangerous even to people like her. You walk into the clearing and understand the thuck--thuck--thuck you've been hearing, because there she's standing with the splitting axe and a tree and tears running haphazardly down her face.
You're there in two sharp strides, putting your hands on the haft of the axe and shoving until she stumbles back a step, and you plant yourself between her and the hapless tree. You can feel the raw wound in its trunk against your back.
"What are you doing?" you ask her raggedly, because you've been searching a long time and you can't understand why she'd come out here, alone, with the wrong kind of axe and not a thing else.
"You don't understand," she says, wrenching the axe away from you, and you start back. It may be the wrong axe but it's heavy still, and you've seen that glint in an angry molig's eye before. Closer than you ever
lie to me.Ilie to me.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
am the way a child knows without being told that her father will never return home. (I am the reason why the fatal moment strikes hershe is too young to understand what the hurt means but old enough to feel it.)
am the way a husband's heart stops when his wife takes her last breath. (I am the reason why their hearts beat in tandem, why his arrests along with hers.)
am the way you felt when your brother died, in a cold hospital bed too many miles away from you. (I am the reason why your heart broke when you realized that your bones and marrow and prayer did not save him.)
am nothing like death. Death wants nothing to do with you, is concerned only with his own work, is only a silent whirlwind, uncaring. Death walks in the dark and leads your loves away, and does not once look back.
but I look back.
I am the one who lingers after death comes to call, who stays to whisper and to mourn. I am the one who understands you. I have tasted your sorrow, I have known your ways; I am
Fionna's Decision Chpt.13 I turned around and saw a very familiar pink dude. I sighed andFionna's Decision Chpt.133 years ago in Romance More Like This
smiled at him. Gumball. He had a smug smile and bowed politely.
He stood up and cupped my cheek. "You look so beautiful tonight
Fionna," he cooed. I heard a squeal and looked at the direction it
came from. It was Cake, she had a gigantic smile on her furry face.
I blushed and looked back at Gumball. "Uh, thanks," I whispered.
He smiled and grabbed my hand. "I need to show you something so,
very, large," he said with a smirk.
He led me up the stairs. "Where're we goin'?" I asked with my head
cocked to the side.
He didn't answer until we got to room at the top of the staircase.
"Well," he said, "I never got the chance to give you your birthday
present, right?" I nodded and he opened the door. It was dimly lit by
When my eyes fully adjuste