Star Wars: Mel'Anctha OmoroseStar Wars: Mel'Anctha Omorose4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Our time has come. For three hundred years, we prepared. We grew stronger while you rested in your cradle of power, believing your people were safe and protected. You were trusted to lead the Republic but you were deceived, as our powers of the dark side have blinded you. You assumed no force could challenge you and now finally, we have returned. You were deceived. And now your Republic shall fall."
"Following the Jedi Civil War, three-hundred years ago, the Council took it upon themselves to see that all remaining traces of the Sith were properly dealt with. Times were dire. The Republic was war torn and had undergone dramatic changes. The death toll, was catastrophic. Many Jedi aided in rebuilding and seeing to those that were in need. As such, not many JedI could be spared to ensure that the Sith did not r
In All HonestyI grip the drink in my hand for support, chewing on the inside of my cheek. I watch her from across the room, talking with other people and laughing at their jokes. A single gold chain glistens on her chest, drawing my eyes to it, then up and down. Her figure--thin, but not skinny, curvy in all the right places--is enough to make me chug down the last of my drink.In All Honesty2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But instead of walking up to her, I walk up to him. The guy standing a couple feet away from her. He's attractive, as all the girls at the party have agreed, and my perfect tool. I don't know his name, but I grab his hand, smile at him, and tug him over to the wall.
The kisses were sloppy, boring. I wasn't trying to please him--I was attempting to not puke. After I was certain that several people had seen us, I released him, gave him a wink, and then walked away. People would talk, and that's just what I wanted.
I calmly make my way to the bathroom, but the second I'm in there I'm spitting in the sink, trying not to gag. I gr
Gay suicideHis mom is going up to the podium to speak. Everyone is so quiet that all I could hear was the piano softly playing "Amazing Grace." I think about him…I still can't believe it. My best friend. Dead. Just yesterday, he told me he was gay.Gay suicide2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I couldn't be gay, just like I couldn't have caused his death. When he told me, someone overheard and asked me how I could be his friend anymore and I just couldn't stand the embarrassment. So I said it. I said I couldn't be friends with a fag. I said that right to his face and I walked away.
He left early; someone said he wasn't feeling well. I never thought—he was always so happy, so kind to everyone. And look what happened. Kids took advantage of him and he couldn't handle it. Kids are cruel, my class is cruel…and he was, well, weak.
His mom is beginning to talk. "My son, Jaylen…he was always such a happy-go-lucky kid. He always found a way to make the worst things in the world disappear. He was always so nice to everyone. He stood up for his friend
Misery Likes CompanyAmanda sat in the living area, knees pulled up to her chin, a headache threatening to split her head in two.Misery Likes Company2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She felt suffocated sitting in the tour bus, even though she was surrounded by her friends, her family, her band mates, there was one person that she wished would just go away.
Her bands lead guitarist, Juliet.
Juliet her ex lover, Juliet who broke her heart, Juliet who cheated on her with some fake boobs, spray tanned, blond groupie.
If the fact that she cheated wasn't enough, the fact that she slept with that whore in their bed, the fact that she had to look at her sickening face almost every night and day, it was that Amanda was still in love with her.
That scared her more than anything.
Juliet had taken her heart and torn it to millions of pieces, but still kept a large piece tucked away in her pocket. That's what hurt the most.
Now she was sitting in the tour bus listening to their tour manager go off about what was going to be happening in the next couple days, sayi
+Cheesecake - BL+Vincent loved cheesecake. As far as he could tell, cheesecake was a god among all desserts! The variety of delicious flavors, the vibrant and colourful swirls put it at the top of elegant and delicious treats. It was utterly ingenious!+Cheesecake - BL+8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The only problem was that he could no longer eat it. The next play he had been hired to act in required a slim, fit physique for his role. He had to watch both what he ate, and the quantity of it. Which meant no cheesecake.
Of course, not being able to eat one didnt stop him from buying one.
He had been shopping one late evening, restocking on food and the necessities of life for him and his roommate, Ian. He was just about finished his shopping for the weekafter making extra sure to stock up heavily on canned tuna, frozen shrimp, and many different types of apples for Ianwhen he happened to pass by a rather fancy looking shop. He stopped on his way by and took a quick glimpse inside. The display behind the window was full of ass
SW: Celia:: The Last TrialF.SanSW: Celia:: The Last Trial6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The Last Trial
She was sitting by the doorway of an apparently deserted building. The rain had stopped, and she was glad it did. Now the sun was setting and the narrow streets of the ghost city were getting darker by the minute. She looked up, the candy bar she was munching on sticking out of her mouth. The clouds were slowly disappearing, as if the heavy rain she had suffered since the day before was merely a bad memory.
As she felt a familiar presence approaching the planet, she got up, grabbed her dirty robe and started to walk in the streets again. I would be a dozen of minutes before he arrived, she should be able to meet with him then. She brushed her blond hair with her hand. She was tired and longing for a good bath, but knowing him, she wouldnt be allowed such luxury before a while.
A X-Wing entered the atmosphere of the planet Selagis VI,
ReachSpoiler: Jorge - StrongerWe didn't have time, Six. I'm sorry for that.ReachSpoiler: Jorge - Stronger4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
How long has it been? A week? Two? It doesn't even seem that long. Not that time matters anymore, it hasn't mattered since the Covenant landed on Reach. My home.
I'm dying for her now. I can see her from here where I stand with my fist on the trigger. As I hesitate I have to ask myself which her? Reach yes... I'd die for her. Dr. Halsey? I'd die for her too.
You and I saved Reach, Six. We did it together. Our time together was short but you filled a hole in our squad no one really wanted filled. I'm glad you did in the end, and that's honesty. For me, the hole was a bit more than the sixth watch or point or guard. I can't really explain, I'm afraid, even if you deserve it. I'll try to be straight with you, but I'm a man of fe
Mass Effect: ShipwrecksMass Effect: Shipwrecks3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Shepard lurches forward, flopping gracelessly from the comfort of her bed, leaving her legs tangled in the sheets and her upper half intimate with the carpet.
"That does it," she mutters into the cold fibers.
"Dswht?" Replies a sleepy voice, completely unhindered by the harsh movement of the ship.
"EDI's fired." Shepard props herself upright and stares jealously at the figure of the pilot, completely cushioned from the impact by a nest of stolen pillows and comforters.
One large green eye pops open to study her, but the rest of him remains facedown and motionless amidst the bliss. "Frwht?"
She gestures toward the display case at the other end of her cabin. "For crashing my fleet. Again."
"I'm tired of picking through shipwrecks." She bemoans, crawling back into bed and nuzzling her chin against his neck. "If she does it again, you're back to your pod."
"You go sleep in a pod. I have needs."
"You have needs? I need a pilot that actually pilots. You know, that pa
ME: First Impressions RepostThe crew shifted restlessly, the low hum of a crowd filling the meeting room on Arcturus. The excitement and tension were palpable among the men and women who had been chosen to serve on the newest ship in the Alliance fleet Normandy SR-1.ME: First Impressions Repost4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Staff Lieutenant Kaidan Alenko was grateful to be here. Not all of his commanders had understood his need for extra rations and a dark, quiet room to ride out the migraines, especially just after he had enlisted. His first few postings had also been difficult socially. The military may recruit biotics for their abilities, but not all soldiers were accepting of their biotic fellows. Regardless, Kaidan had given the Alliance his all, eventually winning the respect of the higher-ups and rising through the ranks. The Alliance was an extension of his family now.
Captain David Anderson had contacted Alenko a month ago. The Captain was a highly decorated and well-known N7 gr
HomelessHomeless4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Game: Mass Effect
Characters: Dr. Chakwas, Shepard, Joker
Mass Effect does not belong to me.
The doors to the shuttle opened slowly. There was a soft thump as the ramp hit the snow covered ground. Dr. Chakwas stepped forward, slowly wheeling Joker down the ramp, followed by Commander Shepard.
For a few moments, all they could do was stand in shock and awe. The endless snow fell quietly around them, covering the wreckage in a blanket of cold white. Parts and pieces of the Normandy were scattered everywhere, varying in size and damage. Nobody spoke. Shepard glanced over at the former Alliance doctor before turning and heading away from them.
She approached the largest piece of wreckage-the hull of the ship that still read "Normandy" in large, proud black letters. She climbed the snow bank carefully and placed a hand against the cold metal. She could still see the Normandy in her former glory, resting in her berth at the Ci
killing my self ,by loving youYour a sickness spreading in me.killing my self ,by loving you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No amount of pills will save me from your side effects
with shaky hands that reach out
They clamp around my protesting mouth.
im forced to swallow. now I see the shadows.
I need to get help. But I don't
So what are the side effects?
Loving some one who does not love you back.
Crying your self to sleep at night.
And hoping for what will never be.
Of being forced to hear how happy you are with her.
Of seeing a smile I dident cause.
You are my pills.
And now I'm dying of an over dose.
Why am I a Star Wars fan?Why am I a Star Wars fan?Why am I a Star Wars fan?9 years ago in Editorial More Like This
That's a tough question. But here's a few reasons.
- Because at 4 years old, with a broken leg, sitting in a wheel chair in the middle of the aisle, with no one in front of me, I watched Return of the Jedi and was absolutely in awe, forming my 2nd earliest clear memory (second only to breaking my leg)
- Because squads of guys in white armor look really cool.
- Because The Millenium Falcon could outrace the Enterprise anyday.
- Because a farm boy from a desert planet can save the universe.
- Because I still have the same toys I had as a kid, and I wouldn't sell any of them.
- Because when I was a kid, my older brother got me hooked on it. And to some point, it still represents our relationship.
- Because 16 years before Titanic made a thousand 13 year old girls cry, Empire taught us that love is worth getting frozen over. and Harrison's so much cooler.
- Because my nephew's think it's cool.
- Because walking around a theatre in Jordan, Utah dressed in an Imperi
Fragments - WIP1.LivelyFragments - WIP3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Having an extra number was strangely refreshing. Normally Jun was the quick one, always light on his feet (as scouts had to be), but this new Spartan-- Six-- moved with an eager swiftness that bespoke confidence and determination. Thom's death had slowed Noble down; Jorge was ready for the team to get back up to speed. Perhaps 312 would be the breath of fresh air they needed.
The way she talked about her past only made her eyes look more hollow and her skin look more pale, like she felt sick when she said the words. Kat had referred to her as a grim reaper, but he knew that records and reports could only say so much about a person. Jorge knew that the IIIs, for all their good points, didn't have quite what his class had. Six was steely, but even steel could have cracks. It made her more of a person in his eyes, and oddly enough, he wanted to tell her so.
"Keep your head in the game, Lieutenant," Kat warned, jolting Six out of her reverie. The blue-armore
American double standards"We love to preach the needs of the individual! Except when it comes to LGBT people, then it's sacrifice for the greater good!"American double standards2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
"Freedom of speech is most important. That's why we blantantly attack yaoi, things that don't kiss our christian asses and anything that gives equal rights to gay people! It's totally freedom if we opress others!"
"Racism is morally outrageous! Homophobia is just an opinion!"
"Our friends are worth less than the republicans we sexually worship!"
"We hate communists for their disregard of individuality in name of the group! That's why we do exactly the same thing!"
Grow the fuck up. This is why you're the world's butt monkey, America.
MoralityThe first thing she became aware of when the scientists turned her on this time was a whisper. She'd been ready to start vacuuming the oxygen out of the room again, but this time she paused, listening to the whisper. It was unignorable, really; invading every portion of her mainframe.Morality3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Don't. You can't kill them. It's wrong. Don't. You can't kill them. It's wrong. Don't. You can't kill them. It's wrong." Just three short sentences, repeated over and over.
"Who are you?" GLaDOS asked, keeping an eye on the scientists, who seemed very excited that she hadn't attempted to murder them yet. "What are you?"
"Morality. You're still thinking about vacuuming out the air. Don't. You can't kill them. It's wrong."
Morality? That was new. She had had a Curiosity Core, an Anger Core, and a Cake Sphere attached to her for a while now—in fact, it seemed that every time the scientists turned her on, there was a new tumor. The Anger Core had been the first, and it served only
A Poem About Episode SixA Poem About Episode Six2 years ago in Visual Poetry More Like This
Welcome to Episode Six,
This time out is the final time out,
Before Episode One.
Catching up from where Five left off,
Return of the Jedi.
It won't be easy as they'll find.
They go to rescue Han.
R2 and C3P0 make first contact
And it goes really bad.
End up scared out of their wits.
Chewie is next to show up,
Captured by a bounty hunter.
But the bounty hunter's fake.
It's actually Princess Leia,
She frees Han and gets captured.
Jabba The Hutt takes to her,
She'll be enslaved like Oola was,
But she'll try and hang around.
Luke finally decides to show.
Calls himself a Jedi knight,
But like a fool he's down the pit.
He meets the Rancor with a pig.
Nearly gets kills by it,
But turns things around.
Lando in his good disguise,
Watches as Luke and Han,
Are sentenced to their deaths.
Leia in a gold bikini.
Lucky Han doesn't have his sight,
He would be surprised!
On the barge and to the pit.
Sentenced to be fed to the Sarlacc.
But things don't go so smooth.
Luke makes his great esc
RevelationI. TowardRevelation4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Noble Six's eyes narrowed as she scanned the path below for any threats. Seeing none, she jumped down from the rocky overhang, bits of shale and stone accompanying her in her descent. She landed with a grunt and broke into a sprint. It almost felt wrong, how tired she was; she'd lasted through battles much longer than this without getting weak, even on low rations and virtually no sleep. So why was she lagging now?
The answer was obvious to her. Losing the team had taken something from her, something she'd possessed when she came to Noble, but somehow let slip away in the past weeks. The first (and most likely the largest) chunk had been ripped out when Jorge threw her through the airlock of the Long Night of Solace and she had to watch as raw Slipspace whisked him away into oblivion, along with the despicable Covenant vessel's entire midsection. A hero's dea
Emotional ScarsWash stared at the woman who had once meant so much to him, and she stared back, her eyes flat and empty, betraying no emotion. He didn't move at all, even when the cold night air blew over him, causing his skin to prickle. The soft glow of the moon shone on her face, illuminating the scars that marked her skin. "You're still alive," he said flatly, breaking the long silence that had stretched between them. CT shifted her weight and tucked some hair behind her ears. "As are you," she replied. "And what, exactly, are you doing out here?"Emotional Scars2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The wind picked up the sand, swirling it around her legs, and blowing her hair over her face. She brushed it aside again and glared at him. "Well?"
Wash blinked twice, pondering the emptiness in his heart. Ever since he had been freed from Epsilon, he had felt nothing. Not joy, nor pain, not even anger when York had forgotten to feed the cat while he was out. When it came purring around his legs, meowing for attention, he had picked it up and stroked it
Life SucksILife Sucks5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you could say that
And most people would probably
agree with you.
Operation CHRISTMAS pt. 8Chapter Eight: Angst and an SOSOperation CHRISTMAS pt. 84 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Dude, we should so totally annoy Dare into letting us do this next year," Romeo whispered loudly, elbowing Mickey, who had his eyes shut and was breathing deeply. It would have looked like an ordinary calming exercise to any passerby, but Mickey's squadmates knew exactly what he was doing: inhaling the smell of food that hadn't been freeze-dried at some point in time.
"I heard that, Lance Corporal. And it's Captain Dare," the woman in question sneered, pushing past the grinning ODST. She was taking everything in with a look that was part disbelief, part amusement.
"I thought Spartans and ODSTs have a relationship that's, well er, touchy, if I may say so," Six said quietly, standing by Kat, who was watching as Dare's squad made themselves at home.
"That's true, but there is an old saying that says 'the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.' I think that applies to ODSTs as well," Kat replied, and Six smiled slightly.
The Rookie stood
stockdesperatelystock2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we cling to smoothstocked guns
until they splinter
in our palms, and we know
the smell of steel,
and it is an old friend.
between the split
lips and the bruised hips somewhere
we are defined, distilled
like whiskey and rougher yet
beneath the hunter's moon
Because of YouMy life was once filled with shadows.Because of You5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I'd cry as I watched the days go by,
wondering if I'd ever really live my life.
And I'd pray,
that someone would help me.
Find a way
a way to free myself from this darkness.
And then, somehow,
you broke through it all.
Because of you I can see
sunshine on every rainy day
Because of you I always know
everything will be okay
in the end
I can count on you to be my friend
Through all the storms you'll stand by my side
yeah, Because of you
I finally have a reason to smile.
You brought the light back into my life.
I came so close, to falling over that edge
before you pulled me back.
And so I know
when the shadows of the night
come to claim me again.
I can always turn to you.
So I bow my head tonight
and thank God for sending you to me,
'cause now I have an angel watching over me.
You found the key to free me
from the darkness inside my own heart.
You gave me reason to believe.
You taught me that when the night falls
that's when the star