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 Fic5 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 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 Fic5 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 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 Fic5 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 Years7 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
Bite MeBite Me: An Analysis of the Myth of Woman in Stephenie Meyer's TwilightBite Me3 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
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 Storm5 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. We crackled, we blazed.
Burning into each other, we were a summer storm.
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 like exactly what anyone would suspect cattle to sound like if they could speak. "Working late again?"
Kristy shrugged, reaching back to tuck a curl of hair behind her ear. "Dennis cancels so often, and I need the money. What about you? This, uh an early job for you?"
"Nah, kind of middling," he said. "This is my second job this evening. I should