CoW - Curran and ErinSuch poison, he commented, and Erin frowned. Curran reached a hand out towards her, and she cringed almost without noticing.CoW - Curran and Erin5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You need not fear me, he said, his eyes intense. Erin glared at him, not speaking. Youre so angry, he mused to himself.
No, just around you, Erin spat, and Curran laughed.
No matter, he said finally. If you wish to remain like this, be my guest. Erin narrowed her eyes.
Remain like what?
Curran laughed. Like this. Bitter, closed. Erin snorted in shock and anger.
You you have no right- she hissed, l
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 Move4 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 brai
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 Fic4 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 sai
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 Table5 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 sudden
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 Fic4 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 g
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 Fic4 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 tow
Seven YearsWheres Daddy going?Seven Years6 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 q
Bite MeBite Me: An Analysis of the Myth of Woman in Stephenie Meyer's TwilightBite Me2 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,
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 Mine4 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
Summer StormIt wasnt sudden; it was calculated. We circled each other for months, waiting for the right moment to attack. Sharpening our claws. Looking for weaknesses. Finding none.Summer Storm4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
The first bolt of lightning. Our lips met. Electricity. Charged, we fought.
The low rumble of thunder. Your skin melted into mine like a poison. The primal drumbeats of the rain on the roof, driving us onward. Beads of moisture. We glowed from within, we darkened the sky.
The wind ripped the breath from my mouth. The wind, your lips. Both.
The ocean, frothing and churning. Ships crushed to splinters upon our shores. Lines of fire from my nails, your tongue. Static.
Save a HorseBuck heard the door close behind him, already counting the bills in his hands. Finding that the woman had overpaid him a little, he grinned something truly disconcerting on the face of a Holstein bull. He buttoned his shirt halfway up on his way to the elevator, hiding the perfect human body that made him all his money or at least most. His bovine ears twitched at the ding the elevator made when it reached the lobby of the hotel.Save a Horse3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey Buck," a plain brunette waved to him from behind the counter. He glanced up at her and tucked the wad of bills into his back pocket.
"Hi Kristy," he said in a deep, liquid baritone that sounded
ClockworkWe started like clockwork.Clockwork4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
We met and everything fell into place. Being in your arms was so easy, and I fit so neatly into the curve of your body. Our lips were magnetic. We disgusted friends and family with the violence of our happiness. Everything was paced as though a mathematician had planned our romance: week after week, month after month, the pinpoints of our love fell as neatly as the marks on a timeline. We meshed like the gears in a watch, moving in harmony, driving onward steadily and beautifully, rhythmically. We came together like a smoothly oiled machine.
We were perfect.
I think perhaps it was that immediate perfect