Just Another Mission- Chp 26-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-Just Another Mission- Chp 2610 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Just Another Mission, chapter 25. Keira's POV.
His Deepest Condolences
Doors reeled in halfway, grungy air wafting in the sounds of choking zoomers and idle chatter. The pale, waning blue of the sky just visible around the lumbering racing coliseum.
Just another day at the garage. I knew someone was scheduled for an appointment, but my eyes had glanced off the name.
I know it's bad for business, but I've been ignoring a lot of things like that lately- taking them at the moments value, because I've been feeling so tired. Drained before I even get to work, caught up with all the horrible things that've been going on. They stick with me a little too much. Dax getting… getting so hurt and all, it's really torn us up.
Tess was hysterical for a week. Nothing could calm her down, and she wanted to be with me every second. But…Jak isn't even staying with me most nights, and even when he does, he's always silent. Slipping in and out of every room like a ghost
All About the Arse-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-All About the Arse10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
All About the Ass
Far underground, a light flickered off.
The marauding figure, who had switched it on but a second before, noted the dense popping sound with an annoyed expression, and continued walking in darkness. He stopped a moment later, however- ears perking at a heavy thudding, as though the sudden darkness was some cue. A single oval of bright, steady light screeched around the corner, suspended by what he knew innately was several hundred pounds of pure muscle and metal.
The man readied his gun, slinging it into his arms as the Metalhead barreled toward him through the water. The buttery yellow glow of its gem glazed the scratched pipes in a dull halo, and the thing gave a gravelly snarl, lunging at him.
He countered, sloughing it to the side with a practiced heave of his gun. It hit the pipes with a deep, gong-like rattle. It whipped mindlessly and tried once more, the prey's eyes following its sounds through the darkness and all-too ready whe
Haunted: An Erol IntrospectiveHaunted: An Erol Introspective11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This face. This face.
Thinking back on it, I cannot help but to laugh at my own pride and my foolish decisions that led me to where I am now.
That face in the mirror. My face? I am not so sure it is my face anymore. The right half, destroyed in the explosion, replaced by some strange mixture of stone and scale. My body changed, mutated, twisted into something unnatural, not entirely human. I can feel the raw, unnatural power coursing through my veins, and in truth, it terrifies me. I am terrified by the power I now show; I am held captive by my own self!
Is that not a foolish and childish notion? Fear of one's own self. I find myself questioning things that, three years ago, I never would have questioned. What drove me to my actions that fateful day? Why did I let my anger get the better of me, sending me hurtling at breakneck speeds towards Jak when I knew there behind him was a substance far more deadly than any lethal poison?
Why did I do that when I knew he would leap ou
a city's kiss"you look rough."a city's kiss6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"like sandpaper, baby."
"i'm the pg-version of the rock-bottom girl. got my big-ass cup full of...tea. sitting on the curb with my hand subtly in my pocket...texting. texting my mother. i'm asking her to pick me up. chewing gum like it's tobacco. instead of rotting my teeth, i'm preventing cavities."
"are those the clothes you wore yesterday?"
"absolutely. got lost in the city after..."
"no. are you going to make me talk about it?"
"most certainly. were you hurt?"
"funny question. ask a better one."
"was it a boy?"
"ugh. well, yeah."
"tell me about him."
"well see, i don't really talk to him but that's less out of choice and more out of necessity. and i don't really talk about him but that's more out of choice than necessity, because if that wasn't by choice, it'd be a necessity."
"but you do talk to him?"
"and i will until he tells me he doesn't want me at all."
"but you're subjecting yourself to being used."
"so it really just
Just Another Mission 24.9-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-Just Another Mission 24.910 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Waiting- Jak's POV
For the first week, that's all I could think. Thank god he's alive.
His every breath was relief. My comfort. But I'm still waiting. Waiting in a different way.
I know I wasn't… lying, back there. If he had died, I don't know what I would have done. The thought, because it was so real, the pure possibility of him not being there… it's like wavering on an edge.
The drop is so far on one end that, even though you know you're safe on the other side, it still scares you shitless because you can still look down, so far down to a deep gaping something you don't want to name, and it was so close. So much closer than it ever should have been. Too close to say it won't come back.
If Dax had died, I would have followed him. I know that. But now that he's here, and alive and safe and alright, I don't know what to think.
No- I know what to think. I just don't know what to do.
I… I hate him hating me.
That nightmare in the
The Death of LoveThe Death of Love12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's starting to look like
there are more people in the world than
there are thoughts in all I've said,
and more complexities in the universe
than people in my head.
Anything is probable.
Whoever you are-
let's dance on the air together,
Recipe For Success Chpt. 1Jack was ignoring Chase.Recipe For Success Chpt. 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He didn't want to, and his need to pay homage to Evil's most powerful warrior was growing by the minute. But he had a plan now, desperate and clipped from a magazine though it was.
He touched the list rolled up in his pocket, assuring himself it was still there. That scrap of paper was the only thing keeping him from heading for Chase at a dead run. It was his master stroke, the key to finally winning some long-deserved recognition from his idol.
It also looked a lot like a cookie recipe.
He'd found it in one of the old magazines his mother left around. He read one on a deadly dull day when there was nothing else to do, and was surprised to find himself hooked. A teenage boy really shouldn't be that interested in a magazine targeted at middle-aged women, but since when had he been normal?
This piece had caught his eye right away, bright headline echoing his innermost thoughts: How To Catch Any Man's Attention- And Keep It. According to the article, it took an o
Tai Lung's Return-Chp 16Chapter Sixteen-Brief Reunion Gone SourTai Lung's Return-Chp 166 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Tai Lung worked his way up the steps of the Jade Palace. Hed have his revenge hed dreamed of for years! He smiled to himself. After he beat the Dragon Warrior in his own game, hed obtain the Dragon Scroll, then, hed have Mai all to himself. Hed dreamed of having her in his arms for eleven years.
He bounded up the last of the steps and rolled through the open gates, catching himself as he stopped. A deep growl started in the back of his throat and escalated to a deep, screaming roar. He stopped and waited for someone to answer from the Palace.
Instead, he heard a roar from behind him.
He whipped around to see Mai perched above the gate.
How could he have missed her there? How?
Mai jumped off and ran over on all fours. She knocked him over and they rolled on the ground. He held her in his arms, forgetting about all his other plans. Right now, Mai was with him. Everything else could wait.
He kissed the top of her head a
Boy Who Loves a Boy Ch 4WARNING: If you have anything against homosexuality, don't read this. If you don't mind and like love stories, read this. Blanked out swear words used.Boy Who Loves a Boy Ch 47 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
+Everything written here is true. My life story+
So the morning, Shawn drove me to my father's house to pick up my stuff from the porch. I found a letter with it. It was from Kathrine. I read it when I got back to Criss' house. Kathrine was explaining how I needed to come home and that my father would understand if I pretended I wasn't gay. She didn't get it. We both needed to get out of there for a long time now. He hadn't hit Kathrine before, but it was only a matter of time now. I worried for her. I still do. Even today, she's still there. Plus, I didn't want to pretend. I wasn't ashamed. I'm still not. I shouldn't be.
After I got back, I woke up Criss who loved to sleep in. He got up and sat next to me. I showed him the letter. He looked as upset as me.
"...Do you want to go back?" he asked.
"No, Criss. I'd rather be here with you.
Tai Lung's Return-EpilogueEpilogue-One Step at a TimeTai Lung's Return-Epilogue6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Three Months Later
Tigress had gone through a tiring day of training and catching several bandits along the road. She walked back home, rubbing her scratches from that pesky dog that had tried to get away. Her anger didnt stay for longher mind wandered to Mai and Tai Lung.
How was she doing? Had Tai Lung killed her? Was he kind? How was he healing? How was Mai putting up? What was the secret ingredient in her spicy soup? How to make the bread? Did she miss her?
Cuz she sure did miss Mai.
The last letter had answered her personal questions that she couldnt pose to anyone else. But she still had more. Mai had told her Tai Lung could walk now, and his arm was completely healed, his scars werent bothering him anymore, he was much more calm, and he understood the Dragon Scroll. Itd taken her a little bit to comprehend it.
She still couldnt believe that Mai had gotten to it!
And each letter she hid, and of course, told no
Recipe For Success Chpt. 9Jack's sleep faded into wakefulness so gently he didn't realize when it happened. He only gradually became aware that he was warm, wrapped in a soft cottony cloud, someone's arm around him and someone's warm breath whooshing softly against his face.Recipe For Success Chpt. 95 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Then he opened his eyes, and had a heart-stopping moment of pure terror. A draconian snout hovered two inches from his face, and two large golden eyes peered down at him with amusement. Chase was reclining on the bed, lying on his side, supported by one bent fore-limb. The other was draped across Jack, holding him close to the long, scaly body. The end of Chase's black-striped tail lay across his feet.
"Good morning Jack."
Chase's voice was somewhere between a purr and a hiss, and Jack's heart leaped at the approval and warmth it contained. As Chase grinned down at him, however, the sight of so many gleaming teeth gave terror a definite edge.
Jack's hasty "Good morning" came out as a squeak, nervousness turning the statement into a question
Recipe For Success Chpt. 8This was the worst day of Jack's life.Recipe For Success Chpt. 85 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It wasn't all bad; Chase had turned out to be a surprisingly patient teacher, and Jack had learned some valuable lessons. They were playing a kind of martial arts follow-the-leader, Chase demonstrating a move and Jack mimicking it the best he could. Then Chase would point out his mistakes, and they would practice again until he managed a tolerable try.
Unfortunately, he was completely exhausted while Chase was still going strong. He couldn't ask for a break; what if Chase became disgusted with him again for being so weak? So he was pushing himself past his limits, ignoring the sweat pouring from his body and the way his muscles screamed when he moved.
But that wasn't the worst of it. Jack had been absolutely stunned when Chase touched him for the first time, whereas Chase seemed to take it as a matter of course, casually correcting his posture or the movement of his limbs. They were innocent touches, none of them designed to tease, but they were d
Treason ch 5Chapter FiveTreason ch 56 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Spock, how sure are you that Romulans did this?
Approximately fifty-seven percent confident.
Fifty-seven? That doesnt sound very sure.
It is more than half. However, I do not have enough facts to support my theory. Spock replied. It is mostly a lack of evidence that draws me to the conclusion in the first place.
The fact that we cant find the ship.
Kirk looked around at the destruction and dragged his hands through his hair. Agitated he began to pace back and forth a short distance in the red sand. He still had Spocks walking stick in his hand and it was all he could do to keep from swinging it into the nearest object to work off some of his anger. Fearing he was about to do just that Kirk handed the stick back over to Spock. Spock took the offering an
PoetryPoetry11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to write poetry on your skin.
I want to sink my teeth into the ridge of your hip
until there's a five-seven-five pattern there.
I want to take pens and markers and razor blades
and carve an epic into you,
laving typos with my tongue.
I want to claw sonnets on your back,
fourteen lines of fingernail marks
in perfect iambic pentameter.
I want fingerprint-bruise-couplets
on your forearms
and red-half-moons of villanelle
on your inner thighs.
I want you stretched out and
tied to the bedposts like new paper,
clean and begging
for me to cover you with my words.
I want to etch my love into you
before you forget.
Recipe For Success Chpt. 4Melanie Spicer was a woman of society, vitality, and thanks to her marriage- money.Recipe For Success Chpt. 45 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
In the social sphere, she was a genius, engineering her own rise to popularity and snagging the affluent international businessman Sean Spicer by the tender age of twenty one. She also had a knack for knowing just what outfits and accessories would accentuate her considerable beauty. Although her curvaceous figure was beginning to turn slightly plump with middle age, her curly blond hair, baby blue eyes, and flawless peach skin still turned heads.
"It's a pity Jack doesn't look a bit like me," Melanie sighed, examining her perfectly manicured nails as she confided her woes to a group of attentive followers. "Oh dear, that sounds awfully conceited, doesn't it?"
She giggled charmingly, and the women surrounding her echoed her laughter. "Of course, he is still a handsome boy. He's just a bit pale- and that hair! Irish red if I ever saw it. Comes from his father's side, you know."
Melanie, always very
The World Is Poorer-- SPOILERSToo late.The World Is Poorer-- SPOILERS7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I had hopedprayed, eventhat the twinling was wrong, that it was some other troll the red demon killed. Often Winks kind were presumed dead too soon, the stony skin and shallow breath hiding signs of life.
But I could see from a glance that he was beyond any healing arts that I possessed or knew of. It would have been kinder to leave him where he lay, kinder still to drive my spear through his heart and end the pain, but I could not.
I knelt beside him. Part of his face had survived, the coarse hair burned to stubble, and he reached for me with the bloody stump of his good hand. I took it, letting the sticky blood run down my arm and drip off my elbow.
His neck shook as he tried to lift his head, coughing a few words his fierce trill now a gargling whisper.
Hush now, true friend. Dont try to speak, I said. Help is coming. Did I not promise you that when all this was finished we would walk free beneath the savannah s
A Day Less OrdinaryA Day Less Ordinary12 years ago in Humor More Like This
It was a day just like any other day, insofar as it was not actually any other day than that one, but was probably closely related to most of the others. On this day quite like many other days but not actually another day, James Francis walked down the street with his friend Sally.
The day to him seemed to be like most others. The sky was blue, as it usually was, the grass as always looked green and he found that he could breathe the air and live. As he walked he was going to remark to Sally how nice this day quite like any other day actually was when, to the ordinary day's surprise, something changed.
James fell unconscious to the floor. This could have been an ordinary happening, if not a regular one. However, the circumstances of it were not ordinary. A bowl of petunias had miraculously popped into existence some 40 feet above where they landed on James's head. No one but the Petunias noticed the sudden appearance until five seconds later as they crashed into James's head, with what
The Kiss and the crimeYou bewitch me , my Lord , spinning so full of graceThe Kiss and the crime10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Smooth and stealthy the hand that stole away my ace
And softly , so often , the lemongrass in bloom
In the wandering wind whispers my spirit's gloom .
Please be gentle , my friend , my silky scavenger
Only the littlest flame will reveal my whole lair .
By the fire , my bride , will be tainted out kin
Our utmost desire bloodred on lion skin
And to the mighty roar , heifer , will you respond
If the veal hides the vice of which you have grown fond ?
I will open your heart to the kiss and the crime ;
And the flame tossed astray , I will teach you the rhyme .
Vous m'envoutez , Seigneur , virevoltant ainsi
Vive et preste la main qui me vola la vie
Et si suave , souvent , la citronelle en fleur
Dans la brise murmure les maux de mon coeur .
Soyez doux , mon ami , mime aux mots si soyeux :
A la chandelle pure j'ouvr
Recipe For Success Chpt. 7Contrary to what you might think, Cassandra wasn't angry after her incident at the Spicer mansion.Recipe For Success Chpt. 75 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Not that she didn't leave upset. She stormed out without so much as looking at the lamely apologizing Jack ,and spent most of the ride home contemplating how best to murder him in his sleep. As she settled into a soothing bath, however, she began to reconsider. There were certain perks that came with having a man mess up, after all. Jack was certain to be terribly worried about her, and willing to be very, very accommodating in order to get back into her good graces.
Her mood improved further as she enjoyed a hastily scheduled massage to sooth her poor shocked muscles. Jack would probably send her a present, something to cheer her up and make her more receptive to his apologies. Maybe a bouquet . . . expensive flowers certainly, like imported orchids or a rare shade of rose.
By the time she was at her stylist's, relaxing in a padded chair as her frazzled hair was revitalized, she fully ex
Llamas: Conversation in PoemLlamasLlamas: Conversation in Poem5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
By peachnewt and knightswhodontsayni
This is a conversation in poem that started with the gift of a llama.
Thanks for the llama.
A pixelated icon.
This is a haiku.
To say you're welcome
Is but a courtesy,
To llama it forward
Are you suggesting
I give you a llama?
This gift I am accepting
Should come without drama.
I need no return
For alpaca or llama.
And I do not ask
With anger or drama.
To give to the giver
Is a gift with two sides,
To give upon strangers
Is an unexpected surprise.
The more facets a gift
The more smiles one sees,
So spread the llama love
To unexpected giftees.
This llamatic gift
Has inspired poetry,
The sending is swift
In terms of delivery.
It's brown and pixelated,
It comes from the soul,
It's very appreciated,
And this poetry is my goal.
The unexpected sonnets
Are a pleasant surprise,
Though I cannot give bluebonnets,
Is the art of t
Tai Lung's ReturnChapter One-Mai SongTai Lung's Return6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mai Song, a snow leopardess, was wandering through the early morning mist in the pink blossomed cherry tree garden, wondering what she was doing there.
She was wearing deep red and gold silks, the finest money could buy. She hadnt worn them in years. Self-consciously she felt the pale whitish crisscrossing scars on her face. She sighed and asked, Where are you Tai? Where did you go?
Suddenly a dark figure approached her. It was a cat, male leopard as he got closer, and then the familiar growl erupted from his throat, low and steady.
It was Tai Lung.
She couldnt breathe, but she found herself running quickly towards him, tripping into his arms. She was always so clumsy.
Tai! Youre back! she said, and he growled. Of course. I said Id be back love, didnt I?
His arms were so strong, his fur so soft, and she felt she could be in them forever. Well, it was so long. Eleven years, I coul
Tai Lung's Return-Chp 2Chapter Two-Brief Visit HomeTai Lung's Return-Chp 26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mai picked some onions, leeks and a couple potatoes. She paid with some coins Master Shifu had left on the table with the list, and she bowed her head. The whole time, she could smell the merchants slight fear and disdain of her.
Not every snow leopard was a cold-blooded killer. And even the ones that made a mistake, were denied something and not able to deal with it before their tempers got out of control werent killers, just confused, young and not thinking.
She walked through the rain and decided she had time to kill while waiting for the rain to stop. She sighed and wandered through a part of town she didnt usually try to get to.
The Golden Koi district.
Her tail flicked restlessly as she walked past her parents grand house and stopped. Her father, a rich silk merchant, had the grand house built in the small upper district for richer folk. A long wooden roofed porch, a beautiful garden in front, getting a good drink from the rain
Recipe For Success Chpt. 5This chair was beginning to get way too familiar.Recipe For Success Chpt. 55 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
After informing him out of the blue that he was required to attend a party with her, Jack's mother had sent him back to Bobby for an appropriate outfit. Jack was once again facing his reflection in a lighted mirror as Bobby fiddled with his hair, trying to get it in that "perfect party style." They had already spent the better part of two hours finding the perfect clothes, and another trying on matching accessories. Or rather, Bobby had tried them on Jack while Jack stood like a lump.
By this point, he was ready to wear a pink tutu and a mohawk if it would get him out of Bobby's cheerfully annoying clutches.
Bobby gave a sudden huff, abruptly stopping in the middle of brushing Jack's hair. "Alright, that is it." He banged the brush on a counter and pulled a stool over by Jack's chair, crossing his legs and folding his arms as he perched on it.
"You've been in a snit ever since you got here, and I know it's about more than this silly par
Tai Lung's Return-Chp 3Chapter Three-Closer than One ThinksTai Lung's Return-Chp 36 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mai stood in the kitchen making dinnersoup with noodles and pieces of flatbread. Tigress poked her head through the door, and asked, Dinner is ready?
For all her aloofness and grown-up-ness, Tigress still couldnt resist the exotic spicy soup Mai could prepare. And the bread that went with it, she never could get enough of it. She nodded, and said, You might as well lick the spoon.
Tigress rolled her eyes, but was still eying the large cauldron of soup. Im only checking to make sure no ones daydreaming while the fires on, he teased, and she blushed.
Mais ears perked up and asked, What do you mean by that little cub?
Im no cub, Tigress picked up a bowl to get some soup.
When I was young, you were barely whelped, she said softly, and that was that. She could always end a discussion, an argument, with a soft voice, a gentle gestu