LK and BT part 12 - BT is really furiousBT walks over to where LK is hammering like a fiend on the keyboard.LK and BT part 12 - BT is really furious1 year ago in Comedy More Like This
BT : How is the book coming along sweetie?
LK ( hesitantly) : Well…
BT (patronizing) : Never you mind little one if this new project of yours did not pan out either
LK (still not looking up) : Well, actually…
BT (even more patronizing) : Oh, well my little one, we won’t bring it up again
LK (looks up from his mac book, frowning) : BT shut up!
BT (shocked) : What????
LK : Actually, this time my scheme really paid off, my story has been bought by Spielberg.
BT (choking) : Spielberg??? As in Steven Spielberg???
LK (smug and gloating) : Yep!
BT (rightfully cowed and taken aback) : Waw! How do you even know Steven Spielberg?
LK : Well I didn’t obviously but your mum did
BT (aghast) : Mum knows Steven Spielberg????
LK : Yep! Don’t let this be known by the tabloids, this is confidential but Steven was quite an addict of “Hunks and Hotties galore” and as the Indiana Jones seri
Too many shoesShoesToo many shoes2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have too many shoes,
or at least I think I do
Honey, do you think so too?
I know now that you love me
I can resist their lure
your love at last
has made me pure
But honey, what about
that last pair of heels so high
that way it is so much
easier kissing you...
DA2 - Little WolfDA2 - Little Wolf4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Title: Little Wolf
Game: Dragon Age 2
Characters: Remy Hawke (PC), Fenris, Zevran Arainai, Aveline, Anders
Disclaimer: Dragon Age 2 and all things related belong to Bioware.
Author's Note: SPOILERS AHEAD. If you have not romanced Fenris, then there may be spoilers here. You have been warned.
In the caverns of Sundermount he stood, overlooking his companions looting the corpses of the recently fallen lyrium smugglers who had the unfortunate fate of an unprovoked attack. The Champion of Kirkwall, Remy Hawke, knelt alongside her friend, Aveline, comparing and contrasting a pair of gauntlets they had found on one of the fallen. Nearby, the apostate Anders gathered the coins off the corpses, filling a purple velvet pouch full with each drop having a satisfying sound of clink. The assassin they were escorting, Zevran, was disarming the traps he had laid out for those chasing him, possibly saving them for his next encounter with the Crows. Fenris, himse
Ce que veulent les femmesCe que veulent les femmes4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ce que veulent les femmes.
Varlam sortit rapidement de la pièce en claquant si violemment la porte qu'elle manqua de s'extraire de ses gongs. Non celle-là, vraiment, on ne lui avait jamais faite ! Qu'est-ce qui clochait chez les femmes ? Elles vous tournaient autour, vous séduisaient, vous consommaient et ensuite ? Et ensuite, deux options : ou bien elles vous parlaient serments d'amour et promesses de fidélité éternelle, ou bien elles vous claquaient subitement la porte au nez. N'y avait-il pas créatures plus instables et plus incompréhensibles que les femmes ? Une homme était bien plus simple à comprendre, bien plus cohérent. Quand il couchait avec une femme, rencontrée la veille ou le jour même, il ne fallait pas lui demander d'être amoureux. D'abord, un homme avait besoin d'au moins une à deux semaines pour se rappeler le prénom de la belle alanguie dans s
RapunzelThe floor is covered with ribbons of broken hair snapped, dry, dirty hair. She watches it break and die every day; even when it groans from her scalp, she no longer cries for it. It's only hair.Rapunzel5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She sits in the corner, with another of her headaches, closing her unwashed eyes and praying for sleep.
When a man's voice calls to her from outside, she jumps.
No one speaks to her.
She is one hundred feet from the ground and no one can see her face.
Heart quickening - a newborn sparrow that must learn to fly or else succumb to a hungry mouth - she struggles with her locked bones to stand and run to the window. She only moves slowly, however desperate she is, her wasted muscles threatening to fold. Her fragile fingers with their grey, unfiled nails fight with the stone sill to gain purchase and she sways, a stricken willow planted in her own filth.
"Let down your hair," he says.
Why won't he leave her alone? Why won't he go from here?! But still she mechanically heaves her co
BT and LK part 11 - LK has great plansLK : Ouch, ouch, OUCH!BT and LK part 11 - LK has great plans1 year ago in Comedy More Like This
BT (semi-worried - in an adjacent room but not moving yet) : What's the matter now LK?
LK (yelling across the other room) : Well I shoved this stupid ring on on my tail and now it won't come off, drat oh drat!
BT (getting up reluctantly, crossing the room and looking down on LK) : why the hell have you done that sweetie?
LK : Well, I was playing LOTR and...
BT : LOTR?????
LK : Yes you Barbarian, LOTR! The best book ever written, by the father of all fantasy novels, the great Tolkien! I think you are the only one on the planet who did not read LOTR and between the two of us BT, let me tell you this does NOT enhance your reputation!
BT (thoughtful) : Mmmm, I thought it was all about the Hobbit nowadays...
LK (stopping in mid track of her rant) : Oh, so you know your Tolkien after all?
BT : Well, as it happens, it has everything to do with mum and dad again!
LK : Uh Oh, what has the lady Claire been up to now? I swear that woman gives your poor dad
The PilgrimThe Pilgrim.The Pilgrim4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
That was the first word that came to mind as one looked over the small village in the dry landscape of Syria, a landscape stretching out as far as the eye could see without a beginning or end.
It was midday, the point the sun stood highest at the heavens and burned mercilessly on the earth below. The moment of the day when man and animal tried to avoid the scorching heat and sought shelter in the shadows of their houses and the trees. It was when the weather of this land was such a mighty foe that the least bit of effort would enable it to sap one's strength. And thus, all remained silent, as to save their strength, and waited patiently for the sun to descend, casting the land in an almost reverent quiet.
Still, all this was lost to one. A single figure, guiding his horse across the narrow path, dared to venture out and risk the blazing warmth that had ensnared this place. His face was covered by a cloth, as to protect himself from sun and sand, and the clo
Notes From the Author's DeskNotes From the Author's Desk... - Me and JaqNotes From the Author's Desk6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"What the..? Who the hell is that?"
I jump upon hearing that sexy drawl, alone as I am in my room. My man is frequently out of town on business, and my kids go to bed early, so I'm up by myself, working on a drawing.
Looking up from the glowing screen of my laptop, and over my left shoulder, I see him here, legs stretched out across my bed, his upper body propped against the ornately carved wood of my headboard. I can't help but sigh at the sight of his scuffed black boots up on my white comforter.
But which Atton is this? I imagine so many. The sweet, cocky scoundrel designed directly after Harrison Ford's Han Solo? The tormented waif, plagued by the guilt of past deeds? Or...
I get my answer as he slides a wicked-looking dagger and a sharpening stone out of that familiar brown jacket. The thing is a vest, really, made of soft leather, but everyone likes to call it his "ribbed jacket" so I keep things simp
curioushis parents called him will, a condensed version for william. to me, "will" was the constant friday nights of his curved thighbone in the midnight air against mine, and scintillating neon lights and 80's music that were etched inside our pupils like crossfires.curious1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
david bowie was singing to me through my headphones, and i mumbled to him about will and my uneven forehead, (my skin wasn't clear anymore, either) and how will and i held hands in public restaurants and how my lips were so chapped that they peeled when we first kissed-- but i was seventeen, i had purple constellations doodled on my french homework, and during algebra class i sketched green eyes with thick black eyelashes that were distinctly his.
their expectations of you were standard by their own means--they wanted a husky boy with aftershave smeared on the palms on his hands, and on saturdays they imagined you with black oil decorated on your cheeks like a lit up christmas tree holding up your hands and furiously kicking <i>
TouchesYou watch as his hand touches yours for only a moment, it's meaningless for him; only a brush of the hand as he's talking. For you it's everything; you live for those thoughtless touches, those friendly, platonic, hugs.Touches4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You go over them at night, count the times his body touched yours in the most innocent of ways. You try to find some hidden meaning in the ways he touches you. Could that hug have meant more than that he was just happy to see you? Could that time his hand brushed yours as you passed your drink to him mean he wanted to touch you as much as you wish you could touch him? Is it all in your head or is it real?
You know you're pathetic. You know you won't ever say anything but still, you can't help the way you can't quite keep your heart rate normal and you can't quite control your tongue when you're around him.
You wait and you watch as he dates other girls, as he talks about other girls, as he touches other girls. You wonder 'will that girl ever be me?' You don't think so b
NexusNexus6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Nexus - During KotoR LSF Revan and Carth
A/N: I've tried to stay close to canon with this one, but obviously, there will be some deviations.
How long was he going to continue ignoring her? Did everything they'd talked about before they'd learned the truth mean absolutely nothing to him?
Maybe be was right to shun her. After all, she wasn't really who they'd thought she was. Who she'd thought she was. She was Revan. But she didn't want to be. And that's what really mattered, wasn't it?
Revan had done some terrible things. And she'd set into motion events that had affected Carth personally. His life had been changed forever.
Nimue blew her breath out in a big sigh, causing stray pieces of her red hair to stir against her forehead. She didn't have time to indulge in any more self pity, or to worry about Carth. There was too much to do, and so much at stake.
She stuck her arms into the sleeves of her jacket and stomped her feet into her boots. Then she st
LossLoss.Loss4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Night had fallen on Monteriggioni. The sun had disappeared from the horizon several hours ago and the people living within the town's walls were all vast asleep in the sanctuaries that were their homes. Autumn had held its sway over this place for a while now. As the leaves on the trees slowly turned brilliant shades of yellow and red, like messengers of hasher times to come, so did the nights grow colder and longer. It was an unpleasant change to face for the people of the settlement and therefore, they had sought refuge from it in the liberating realm of sleep. At least, most of them
Mario Auditore narrowed his eyes in order to focus on the writing beneath him, a task difficult despite the candlelight. He was still in his study during the wee hours of the night, pressing his quill to the parchment. Every details of his mercenaries' exploits this month found its way onto the blank sheet, taking the shape of a clear and formal handwriting that slowly filled the page.
Ink and SmokeInk and Smoke3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She loved the scent
of ink and smoke -
and the way strangers
caressed her name
like the verdant rushes
rolling off the river bank,
or a low slung
across the floor.
Mornings found her
where the light
and the cat's tale
lingered like a secret,
waking her from dreams
brighter than early frost.
But it was night
that bought and sold her,
made her heart a trinket,
dressing her in silk
as new as nuptials -
that flagrant shade of flush
and the rough and tumble
of her hips
serenading the world
Love At First FearThe hideous screech of the phaerimm echoed in Xullraes dark long ears as she ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She stared in dismay as the tunnel narrowed and finished abruptly in a dead end. This was not a place she wanted to die; alone and cornered with no one to hear her, no one to hold onto.Love At First Fear6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Xullraes heart pounded as she scrambled up the rock face in a desperate attempt to escape. To backtrack was to face the phaerimm. She wanted to spider climb up the wall but she had to speak the phrase and that meant alerting the monster to her location. The drowess doubted her tongue could have formulated the words anyhow, glued to the roof of her mouth as it was.
It was hard not to make noise as she scaled the wall, but Xullrae clamped down her jaw so tight that her teeth felt as they were crushing under the intense weight. She could hear the creature scuttle along and nervously she looked over her shoulder often,
A Nightmare of FaithThe air was still in the massive antechamber, located far into the inner sanctum of the temple. There was no light to be seen, no sound to be heard. Xull'rae was kneeling in front of the altar with her eyes closed, hands joined in prayer. This night would be the last of her life as an acolyte in the service of her Goddess. In less than twenty four hours she was to be judged in front of Her eyes, undertaking the Ritual of Faith in order to be proven worthy of becoming a member of her clergy, one of the renowned priestesses of Lolth. The sounds of her pounding heart and rugged breaths were ringing in her head, giving her a strong headache, but that was the least of her worries right now. All the prayers of the world could not take the disturbing images away from her mind. Sighing in exasperation, Xull'rae locked her fingers together and rested her head on top, allowing herself to fall into the trance her surface relatives and hated enemies called reverie. It didn't take long fA Nightmare of Faith2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Night with no MoonNight with no Moon6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
There was utter stillness as he entered the square room. Not the kind of stillness one appreciates. It hung stagnant in the air like a disease. Hovering so close you could feel it pressing your skin, weighing you down, trapping you beneath it and he felt his stomach turn before a type of sick consolation formed amid the thick silence...
He knew places like this....
Temples and tombs that once glowed in the glory of time.
A house for the dead.
A home for a queen.
A prison made to keep those dead in - and those alive out- eternally.
Yes he knew this place. It was made for the one in his arms, for the one he held. Walls of sandy stone carved with images told the story of the womans life. White torches lit the wide room, beating radiant circles and shadows across the carved walls and stone floor. The ceiling arched, the inside of a great sphere dropping down into smooth walls. A small channel cut up through the it, letting in a shaft of pale waning light that cast itself upon the sto
TT-PromisePromiseTT-Promise3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Based off characters created by Agent505 and Tracker/Kaijuice
Flags draped off many windowsills and posts. The confetti from a passing parade billowed in the wind, signs of a celebration or ceremony long finished in the late hours of the night. A lone vehicle turned the corner, cruising at a steady speed, it's headlights scanning the area, illuminating the road and sidewalk ahead. The blue 1997 Camaro cruised slowly like a sentinel making the rounds to make sure everything was in order. Today was a day where many emotions were experienced in different volumes as tributes and celebrations were held. But even on a day of remembrance and honor, trouble could still pop out at any time.
And Tracker was ready for it should it rear its ugly head, especially on this day, a day were men and women uniform found new appreciation in the wake of those infamous events a decade ago. Even ordinary people ended up lending a hand to citizens they barely met in that day
1: Crossing the Line1: Crossing the Line4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Camicazi quietly padded up the dense, wooden steps, ascending into the loft of the Haddock household. A steady beat of thuds and clunks knelled from above, holding curious power of attraction to power her advance and a lesser sense of foreboding to repel her.
She reached the top step, and her eyes sought the noise haunting the chief's residence. The source immediately stood out to her, and Camicazi spent a moment studying the young man pacing the floors in mismatched steps. He seemed so...offand it was more than the missing leg or his anger at the village twisting his features. He was at war with his own bodyworn, stretched in every sense of the word, with arms too long and hollowness to his face. The bristles on his chin emerged in an agonizing pacea complaint he shared with her for every visitand he'd already had to adjust his leg twice over the last few months.
There were more changes than he knew how to deal with, and she knew Hiccup hated to be out of h