Dragon Age: EpilogueThe crowds cheer as I walk into view, and I force my hand to wave back in gratitude. I can see in their eyes the truth how ashamed they must feel that an elf, hailing from the Circle of Magi none the less, single handedly held their world together in its darkest hour. For now they are merely glad that they have survived a Blight, but I know the memories will fade quickly as Ferelden rebuilds, and soon I will be an elf and a mage once more. Subject to humans and templars, where can I call home?
I cringe as a guard announces me as "the elf who saved us all!!". Zevran looks amused, the little bastard. Alistair, Ferelden's new king, avoids my gaze. It appears I made the wrong choice in the Dalish wilderness; I should have known my place. Should of known even a forgotten royal bastard was out of my league. After everything we went through, everything he said to me I want to rip that po
taught to love.I was the robotic specimen made flesh and blood, learning day in, day out like a slave. You were the freedom I longed to have, smoking each day away while reclining in the back seat of a metal box in the parking lot, a little like a prince.taught to love.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I wrote and scribbled quite often. I was pretending to be scholarly. A master of literature. You drank coffee (with whisky, of course) from a polystyrene cup because you broke all the ceramic ones. A master of temptation, alcohol, sex and maybe, just maybe, wiping your own ass on a rare but highly celebrated occasion.
Oh, and you werent such a terrible teacher, either.
You wrote logical equations on a large, dusty blackboard which hung off the wall in the left corner ever-so-slightly and smelt of calcium carbonate. Twenty pairs of eyes bore through the back of your greasy and unkempt head as the chalk screeched across the surface. The twenty-first pair of eyes were buried in a copy filled with notes about the geometry of a circle a
MementosDying is a pain in the ass and everywhere else too. I've died so often that perhaps I shouldn't mind it so much but I do.Mementos6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It's frequently messy, inconvenient and I'm so very tired of having to disappear.
I try not to leave anyone behind for whom my disappearance may cause distress. My own constant sorrow I do my best to hide. That's not to say I don't form relationships―I do. I'm a not a loner by any means. Like everyone else, I need human contact to keep me sane but I have the good sense to sever all ties with those I care about, before my time comes.
What am I you ask? I'm not really sure. I'm not a vampire or a god, or any kind of angel. That much I know. I'm flesh and blood with all the familiar moving parts and appearance of a human being. Still, something extraordinary happens to me, every twenty-five years or so.
My body consumes itself, not unlike spontaneous combustion. Only the process is a lot m
WordlessEverything I see is brighterWordless6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the ugly has all disappeared
The heavy loads are lighter
though words remain unheard
The beauty in our 6 white eyes
Those pairs of hazel, blue and green
two remember all the tries
one failed to leave unseen.
The thoughts that flow between us all,
the art our minds complete
might float around, might rise and fall.
Unlikely, though, that it will ever meet
bouncing off a virtual wall
they'll forever retreat.
Falling StarI used to turn my back to the sunFalling Star6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
not face the light of day
I used to soon go back to the moon
to later run away
I used to turn my back to the sun
and wait by the meadow
And I would watch the light going by
until I would see your shadow
Well I'm a falling star, burning up when finally shining
Because we've come too far...
I used to drink the water I'm now drowning in
I used to think my life was finally flowering
But the boat missed the shore, it's out of sight and out for more
I'm out of time, the sun has set, my only guide is a single star
But it's a falling star, burning up when finally shining
Because we've come too far, in wrong places and the wrong timing
Because we go too far...
Where is the tower?
How to find the route?
Shine.Ruby was seventeen the first time I saw her at the platform. Sitting there calmly on a blue-grey bench, golden beams decorating her elven face as she noted down their times, right down to the last second. I asked her why. She replied that trains were the one phenomena you could never predict exactly - even though there was a time under the orange-stain expected spelt out in geometric LEDs, you could never quite guess how late or early one might be. She said only three entries on the brown-spattered pages were the same time. As the train pulled away from the station the wind would ripple her skirt, her hair whispering along to the clickety-clack clickety-clack wheels.Shine.6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sometimes when it rained she liked to catch the next train to Nowhere, back and forth along the same tracks. Sometimes, we raced raindrops across the scratched windows until my stop, each droplet-tear marking their lonely grey road, always diagonally. A game to pass the dandelion hours, she sa
Frozen MomentTears fall, so silent, down my cheekFrozen Moment6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I look down at the angel while she sleeps
Your face, so peaceful as you dream
Its so gloriously beautiful in the moons beam
I weep because I can touch you
I long for this more than you ever knew
To hold you is the most precious gift you could give
This night always in my mind I will relive
Seems so long since you were in my arms
I am still mystified by all of your womanly charms
I could freeze this moment in time
I would be forever sublime
Your eyes flutter open so softly and sweet
Im afraid Ive woken you from your restful sleep
I apologize for waking you my love
You press you lips against mine, those lips Ive been deprived of
My heart, it skips, skips two beats
Your kiss so warm and so very sweet
I shudder as every nerve tingles with joy
More beautiful you are than Helen of Troy
Your run your hands thru my long hair
As you pull away from my lips, its so unfair
I only wish to be this close to you all of time
You of such ir
PrimaryEveryone around is gladPrimary6 years ago in Other More Like This
for eachother and yourself
Reminds me of the days I had
a teacher who often said
Pair up, form a row,
hold your partner's hand,
keep it there, don't let go
until you hear my command.
That's My AmericaThat's my AmericaThat's My America6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Frying dough in snapping grease,
Sitting in a sagging trailer,
Listening to kids yell and scream,
And drinking Bud Lite lined with regret.
That's my America,
That's what my friend said.
But what was my America?
Was it the frost-covered leaves,
Turning deep umbers and reds,
In far northern woods cracking with cold?
Watching a deer dash by headlights,
And waiting for snow to melt?
Or maybe it was air, thick with humidity,
Making lazy days and lemonade,
Filled with thick drawl and heat?
Of mountains lining the clear sky,
And a silent Southern strength?
Or was it where the only change in weather,
Was the rolling in and out of quiet fog,
Golden laced with modern optimism?
Where tall silver towers,
Reached for bright sapphire skies?
Could it be wide-ranging prairies,
Where oceans of green grass grew,
Waving in the wind waiting for the rain?
Where wild and free were ways of life,
Never thinking of bending or breaking?
Was that my America?
Where, I wonder
Tails of Love: Chapter II pt.4"... Execute?" The verb struck Tails' eardrums like a mallet, and rang in the hollows of his mind. "He-He's going to kill me?" Just as the gruesome thought entered his head, the two robotic henchmen that were once guarding him from escape, gradually turned to face him, now ordered with a new objective. Brandishing rifles of blackened, charcoal steel in claws that shined an opposing shade of chrome, they took aim at their target, prepared to complete the task set before them.Tails of Love: Chapter II pt.45 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Staring down the tunneled barrels of the instruments of his demise, only darkness and sheer terror filled the small fox's eyes. His pupils contracted to tiny dots, glazed over with fear. "I... I can't believe this is happening... And it's all my fault..." He lowered his head, shutting his eyes and gritting his teeth, unable to look any longer at the metal grim reapers.
The android that stood closest to the door lifted his arm, holding his hand up and flat, ready to give his command. "Initiate ex
Sontails. :Oneshot:Sonic sighed lightly as he brushed Tail's bangs out of his face. "What are you doing?" he asked himself.Well to be honest,Sonic wasn't doing anything at the moment.Tails made a low moan as he turned in his sleep.Sonic smiled and kissed the sleeping vulpine on the head.Tails mumbled something lightly and rolled again.Sitting back up,Sonic sighed. "What am I gonna do?" he asked himself again.Sontails. :Oneshot:5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
About a week ago Sonic finally confessed his love to Tails.He was surprised when Tails said he felt the same.Even though both seemed happy,Sonic could tell Tails wasn't.He hadn't built anything,nor had he gone flying.He just wasn't his Tails.And now here he was.Asleep in the middle of the day.
Sonic growled slightly and picked Tails up.He refused to believe anything was wrong.Hugging the vulpine gently,he began nuzzling him. "Tails...talk to me.I'm starting to wonder if you really care..." Sonic mumbled as he nuzzled the fox. "Sonic...your smothering me." came Tails' sleepy voice, "Can't I even slee