QueeningLight caught the smooth curves of the chess piece, throwing the dusky gold into sharp relief.Queening5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Never let another person touch your totem.
Sitting in a bar, her head cushioned on her arm, Ariadne moved the gold item across her fingers, letting the light catch one curve of the chess piece. The gold was oddly bright among the muted browns and ambers of the bar. Its light shone against the deep mahogany of the bar, reflecting the bright Parisian sun into the shadows of the wood. It glimmered brightly against the crystal of the glass that rested in front of her. A glass filled half way with cheap red wine that made her tongue recoil even though the fact of the matter was she could have bought the most expensive bottle in the bar-if not in all of Paris.
And yet the bright tuesday morning found her in a cheap bar drinking cheap wine and playing 'direct the light' with a bright gold chess pawn.
Raising her head from the cushion of her arm with a miserable sigh, Ariadne rested her hand on the ta
Dreamscape _an Inception fic_ Ariadne was slumped in one of the crappy chaise, the pseudo-IV trailing away from her wrist and over the arm of the chair.Dreamscape _an Inception fic_5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It had been six months, Arthur realized, since he had seen her. It suddenly felt like a long time, and though he was never one to yearn, he had to admit that he had missed her. Fortunately, Eames wasn't there to ridicule him for the softening of his features as he settled a hand on her arm.
He would be lying to himself if he pretended that he hadn't grown inordinately fond of the sleeping woman. Her emphatic gestures when she spoke, the unrivaled creativity and stunning subtlety with which she manipulated and built dreams, the way her hair framed her facethey had all been reminders of how close she had managed to come to things he rarely let people near. Things like his heart and his emotions, things that he tended to keep as f
Kick 'n Kiss _Inception fic_ "Arthur, we don't need a new Extractor!"Kick 'n Kiss _Inception fic_5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ariadne was trying to catch up with him through a typical mid-May tourist flock, all ogling the Parisian landmarks lining the Champs Élysées. It was partly due to said tourist flock that she was trailing behind him. She blamed the other half of the problem on the fact that he had told her to look nice"But I always look nice." "Nicer."for this "meet and greet" (which, in Arthurese tended to mean "coercion"), and she had subsequently made the terrible decision to wear a pair of turquoise Mary-Jane heels that, while slightly less painful than the ordinary formal women's shoes, were still Hell on Earth to walk in, and she was running.
Also, Arthur was walking quickly.
And, finally, he stopped walking and turned around to giv
MomentsShe loved to watch him sleep. Always a deep, dreamless sleep. She could not help but run her fingers along his relaxed jaw, his smooth forehead, the sharp lines of his cheeks. The normally taut features of his face, which remained even while he was dreaming, faded, and she could imagine his eyes; soft and smiling. She watched the deep, even rise and fall of his chest, his slow, steady pulse beat in his neck, felt his warm breath against her hand. He reached an arm out, searching, and she watched it wander until it found her ribs. He pulled himself closer, entangling their legs, a content sigh escaping him, and she could not help but smile, her fingers brushing through the edge of his hair. She lifted her head from her pillow, bent over, kissed his forehead. She rolled over and he unconsciously pulled her against his chest, burying his nose in her hair, his hand finding hers and intertwining their fingers. A few mumbled half words slipped between his lips, lost in her hair, but still heMoments5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Firebreather: Heat chapter 1"How are you feeling baby," Margaret asked as she sat down on the side of Duncan's bed, putting a bag of ice on his forehead which quickly started to melt. It was early in the morning, the sun just starting to rise and Margaret had been up nearly all night taking care of Duncan.Firebreather: Heat chapter 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Hot. Really, really hot," Duncan moan, the ice doing little to ease the heat on his body. He had went to Dr. Patel to see if she knew what was wrong with him and she had thought that he had something to do with his fire breathing at first, having him breathe some fire out but it didn't lower his body temperature. He would have gone to his father to see if it was some kind of Kaiju illness but he had been acting strange a few days before and had manage to escape from his cell.
"Just like your father to disappear when I need him the most," he had heard his mother mutter bitterly under her breath. Blitz had sent soldiers out to find him, but unless Belloc wanted to be found they wouldn't find him. Blit
A Heart to Heart with Leo "I don't know, Leo. I just I have no instincts to go on where he's concerned. I'm usually better with reading people than thisyou know that, but I just can't get a handle on him, and it's driving me up the wall."A Heart to Heart with Leo5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I know, I know! You're right, I know, I should just say something to him, and yes, I'm acting like a teenage girl. I'm twenty-two, I should know better than this."
"Okay, you know what, Leo? You can go fly a kite. I'm not going to sit here and listen to your sanctimonious bullshit. You're a cat, for chrissakes."
And that was where Arthur decided to stop listening at keyholes and actually knock on her door. After all, it's rude to pry. After all, he really didn't want to he
Seven Months Since _Inception_ Arthur hadn't been lying when he said that jobs were few and far between.Seven Months Since _Inception_5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It had been six months, and Ariadne was absolutely drowning. She hadn't dreamed since a week before inception, and though she hadn't particularly minded at first, the total lack of anything subreal had seriously crippled her joie de vivre.
Plus, there was that whole "distance makes the heart grow fonder" crap, which had caused her to essentially fall head over heels for a man that wasn't even there.
One kisshe ruined her clarity of thought for the rest of her life with one kiss.
Ariadne had never been a particularly twittery, girl-ish girl. She had had crushes like any teenager when she was in high school, but she had never understood how girls let things like that get in the way of having fun, or doing well in school, or focusing
HTC: 'Lucy'"Schroeder Loves Lucy"HTC: 'Lucy'6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
By: Jade Lightning, a.k.a. Inuyashas-hanyougirl
So much had changed, even when so much stayed the same.
Unfortunately the things that should have stayed the same, had not.
No one can ever replace her.
It was the first day of summer. After weeks of exams, final projects, graduations, and farewell parties, finally the first morning had arrived where the gang could sleep in. Baseball could finally get into full swing after early spring games warmed everyone up for the big season. Everyone could relax and do their favorite things.
Though they had all grown up, almost seniors in high school, some things stayed the same.
Charlie Brown, who still sported a mostly bald head, looked forward to this being their biggest baseball season yet. They were still one of the worst teams around, but as everyo
Call Me FaceacheMello yellow and purple hazeCall Me Faceache6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Mountain dew and demon days
If sex is bad, is love okay?
Just call me Faceache
Salmonella and beef chow mein
Stumbling through the halls of Penn State
Tell the cops that's not my name
Just call me Faceache
Trembling fingers spread out on strings
Shoes on power lines dangling
Crooked glasses don't mean a thing
When your soul sees everything
Go the Distance and eat some Cake
Set your speedial to Kurt Cobain
The room spins faster as of late
Just call me Faceache
Borrow steal and give and take
Be a winner and lose the game
Falling up the down staircase
Just call me Faceache
Throw me in the wash machine
Spin me till my past is clean
If there's a god, he'll save the queen
But my suite in hell is VIP
Mello yellow and purple haze
Mountain dew and demon days
If sex is bad, is love okay?
Just call me Faceache
Why People Hate Christians(Sorry I know it's kinda long, but please read!)Why People Hate Christians9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The reason people hate God.
I got off the phone today with my very best friend
Who hates Christianity more then I can comprehend
And more and more everyday I meet people just like him.
I sit back and wonder why Christians are completely blind
They think its people's lack of knowledge of God's grace
But that's not what I find.
I see now why people's fires are so dangerously dim.
It's because of us. The hypocritical Christians.
The most contaminated cure the world has ever known.
We call ourselves Christians.
But Jesus would turn away
Most of us I see today
People hate God
People hate Christ
They blaspheme the Spirit.
Because of us.
A woman with a sinful past wanted to change her life
And wanted to become a devoted a follower of Christ.
Despite the things she used to do and her friend's protests
Her sinful past left her little money and choices of what to wear
But she smiled and knew God knew her heart and didn't care.
She walked toward
Dancing Through LifeWilbur bent over his weekend post-algebra homework as he sat at a desk that had been moved into the garage. He tapped his slick black hair with his pencil and sighed. I hate this crummy homework.Dancing Through Life8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He continued working as he heard Alexs hoverboard crash into the wall, as usual. He and Carl were starting to think they should put a sign up on the wall reading, ALEX CRASH HERE in big letters, since it was happening more frequently now.
Having trouble with post-algebra, eh? She remarked as she appeared over his shoulder and made him jump.
Youve gotta stop sneaking up on me like that! He exclaimed. She snickered. No can do, Mr. Time Cop. Today she was wearing her large hooded sweater that had dark colored sleeves and a bright blue body, fading jeans, and her black sneakers. Her hair was tied up in its usual ponytail and a chargeball cap sat itself upon her head. She pulled over a chair, sitting herse
Smoke Curls _an Inception fic_I am on reprieve,Smoke Curls _an Inception fic_5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Lacking my joie de vivre.
Two weeks after the job, they found themselves eating at small outdoor restaurant, French green curry and cold soups shared between them, a bottle of good pinot grigio in an ice bucket beside their tableonly the bottle was left, the wine sitting in their heads and stomachs and glasses, and all because she had called and left a message, and he had called back.
She had been surprised, she supposed, to hear his voice coming from the other end of the phone while she sat in her apartment, eating leftover pasta, drinking her evening glass of wine, only her cat and Rubber Soul for company. He hadn't sounded distracted when he asked her what was up, why she had called, though he had made a sheepish noise under his breath when she said that she had left a message, and why was he asking if she'd left a message? He said that he had called the second he saw her
Box of NeedlesHORRIBLE SPYxSCOUT FANFIC. DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU WANT TO HATE ME.Box of Needles6 years ago in Post-Teen (Mature) More Like This
I was going out for my morning cigarette. It was horribly cold out. Since it had snowed last night, there was a fresh, bright blanket of white covering the surroundings, undisturbed if not for the imprint of tiny footprints. I could see him running in the distance as I pulled out my lighter and welcomed the sweet taste of smoke.
The scout ran every morning, no matter what the conditions. It was as admirable as it was stupid. He was obviously struggling just to complete a lap. And in such an inappropriate outfit for such weather! Yet...he still looked ahead with the same intensity in those piercing blue eyes of his. There was something that always seemed to drive the boy forward. For this reason, he fascinated me. We always crossed paths this time of morning; the Scout to do something productive and me to soothe my addiction. The boy would always chastise me for this, and tell me pointless stories about how his mother di
UnintendedTitle: UnintendedUnintended4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Warnings: Lots of angst and implied yaoi
Light blue eyes fluttered open, immediately landing on the photo placed on the floor next to his futon. A small smile bloomed, and his pale lips twitched weakly, but that smile had never reached his eyes. If anything one could say it was a tired, yet completely content smile. The teen let out a shaky breath as he reached, arm trembling as he touched the cool glass, sliding his fingertips over his love.
Wrapping his fingers around the frame, he brought it closer, never taking his eyes off the beauty that smiled from behind the glass. Slowly he sat up, shivering slightly from the cold air that kissed his bare pale skin, yet did nothing to chase away the chill. Finally he laid the frame on his lap, eyes glazing over as he touched the gem coming out of his chest. It was insanely cold, like ice, and protruded right out of his chest, but only about an inch or two. Again he touched it's smooth surface, admiring the deep blue sapphire
Box of Needles 2HORRIBLE SPYxSCOUT fanfiction. Do not read unless you want to hate me.Box of Needles 26 years ago in Post-Teen (Mature) More Like This
this time it's in scout's perspective herpderp
It had been weeks since I'd spoken to the spy. After that morning, how could I even look him in the face? I felt disgusted with myself and that horrible moment of weakness. He was good at breaking down people's defenses...And that pissed me off more than anything. He sure knew how to talk...Every little foreign word he whispered in my ear was like a fucking hot sweat. I let him hold me, I actually let him. I eased against him, breathing in the scent of his faded cologne and cigarette smoke, as he fucking talked me up in a language I didn't even understand. He kissed my neck, deliberately letting his hot breath drive me crazy. Who did that spy think he was?? But, no...When the I really thought about it, I brought it upon myself, too...
And why did I still think about it? After a whole month, it was still in my head as much as it had been the moment it happened. Even in t
Inception - AxA - ImperfectionImperfectionInception - AxA - Imperfection5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Inception (c) Christopher Nolan
She was walking through the workshop, sketches of the latest maze designs that he'd requested in hand, off to get approval for them so that she could move on to the architectural detailing. The margins of the pages were littered with doodles of buildings and some side notes about whatever popped into her head that might help her improve things later on. It was how she did things; all her ideas had to be written down somewhere and that meant that they'd end up everywhere. On the other hand, he never worked like that. He always had a specific place to put each note, each detail, and he was always precise about each thing he did. She often wondered how he could stand having to keep everything so perfect, but sometimes she'd catch a glimpse of him stealthily pulling crinkled slips of paper out of his pockets, despite his keeping a small notepad with h
Dance into MadnessEvery moment we are alive,Dance into Madness6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Has in it the seeds of our own demise
We seek to bury who we are,
And when we are discovered, we act surprised
We blame others for our passions,
Passions which we seek to deny,
And when confronted with the truth,
We use any excuse as an alibi
Life is a painted tapestry,
Of pictures, emotions, and words
Sadly there are so many,
Who use all of them as a scourge
We dance into madness,
With every dark design and dark deed
So many of us simply do not care,
About all those whom we make bleed
We waste our time and lives,
So caught up in what we perceive,
When suddenly without warning,
We are no longer believed
Thankfully we lose with time,
The ease with which we are deceived,
It is not something to be lamented,
It is not something over which to grieve
We dance with madness,
Each and every day,
And it is so very hard,
To dance out of it's reach again
Most of us both live and learn,
And every moment, grow stronger still
Some of us, sadly, only burn,
And we always will
Unintended ch.2Title: Unintended Ch.2Unintended ch.24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Warnings: Yaoi and Angst
He shot up like a rocket, hands flying to his eyes and practically hyperventilating on the spot. With another shaky breath he began to calm down, but he couldn't overcome the sense of dread that sat at the pit of his stomach. He closed his eyes, trying to regain his senses, and yet his heart refused to slow down, only beating faster and faster with every passing second. Soon he let out a laugh, it's tones sounding odd in the room, he was getting all worked up over a stupid dream.
Anxiety flooded his heart, and he was finding it difficult to breath properly, his chest began to cave in, collapsing and creating immense discomfort. The images of the dreams began to resurface, he felt completely helpless, cradling his head in his hands.
A sob escaped his lips, and soon he was completely in shambles, his wails alerting his mother of his pain. She quickly came to his aid, trying to stop his tears, questioning the sudden onslaught o
The Bombs...President Jonathan Rhymanthium Zeighermac hung himself this morning after having an emergency three a.m. meeting during which he gave the green-light on the subject of dropping an arsenal of nuclear bombs on China, North Korea, and Iran. He is one of the first, and the few, to die before the end. There was no remorse.The Bombs...5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
At 0315 hours, President Zeighermac hung himself inside his office. Forty-five minutes later, a couple of his aids found him swinging just above his solid oak desk. This prompts the immediate swearing-in of Vice-President Joesph Jeremy Johnson, a direct descendent from former President Lyndon B. Johnson. A small blip in the radar gets registered off the East Coast at 0445 hours Eastern Time and goes unnoticed by the sleeping soldier manning his post. Vice-President Johnson is officially President at 0512 hours. After a couple of hours of meetings with President Zeighermac's Cabinet and the Joint Chie
Princess Of The Haunted WoodsPrincess Of The Haunted Woods5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Princess of the Haunted Woods
Once long ago there existed a small kingdom nestled deep within the haunted woods. Though the whole of the kingdom was humble and pious they were also very proud of the land their ancestors had taken from the phantoms; a host of terrifying specters that once roamed those lands in great number. It eventually came to pass during the week of the fall harvest festival, their greatest holiday, that a strange creature suddenly appeared before the thrones of the revered old King and his young daughter the Princess Celadorn; fairest maiden in the land.
The creature resembled a slimy black lizard no larger than a kitten, with a very long tail. It's most distinguishing feature was its enormous boomerang shaped head that was as wide as its body was long, it bore a piercing set of golden orbs near the tip of its nose that were his eyes. The King's hosts became deathly quiet with apprehension at the things sudden appearance.
The creature licked its chops and regard
Albert Wesker's PsycheAlbert Wesker's Psyche5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Albert Wesker's Psyche
---And understanding women's love for Assholes---
I've written a psyche on the Joker and now I will write one about Albert Wesker from the Resident Evil game series. Many men and guy friends in my life have approached me with the question that dumbfounds them about why so many women fall for assholes or classic fictional badassies like Albert Wesker. Well today I'm going to answer that question for you because the same question confounded me for years too until I found myself falling for the same type of guy. The reason us women fall for guys like that believe it or not has NOTHING to do with them being an asshole. No one likes an asshole because of one reason: "the golden rule". Even self loving egotistic bastards don't enjoy being treated like crap even if they treat others like that. It's just a universal feeling. The typical asshole usually has the personality of an alpha-male.
Wisegeek.com: In human societies alpha male can
Republican and ProudYeah I'm a republican,Republican and Proud7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I don't like war.
Sure I'm a conservative,
But who's keeping score?
I support gay marriage,
And I'm also pro choice,
The media lies about us,
But don't we have a voice?
I'll respect your opinion,
If you respect mine.
Im tired of getting flamed all the time!
Dont hate me because Im for McCain,
Dont tell me Im living without a brain.
Im a republican, elephant, conservative,
and it might suprise you to know that
OCD is...OCD is:OCD is...8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
FireBreather:First ImpressionsThey called me a hero. A defender and savior of the human race. But I was nothing of the sort. I had betrayed my kind to be with the one I loved. Just his name turned something on inside me, and made me restless like a tiger trapped in a cage. He was truly kind and gentle, so different than what the world made him to bea monster. A bloodthirsty, mindless, heartless beast that lusted for the blood of humans. He was the mighty King of the Kaiju. Lord Belloc. He never wished for the harm of humans, but they had waged war on him and his kind. He was forced to choose between regression or survival. Of course, he chose survival.FireBreather:First Impressions5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We had met several years ago when I was just studying to become a fighter-pilot. I was only 19 at the time, and was still fairly ignorant of the dangers of the world. I learned this on my first day on the job.