dying stars.dear you,dying stars.6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I know that the days are growing longer but the nights are growing colder, and I can see the shadows beneath your eyes. your skin is blemished and no matter how still you are, I see the technicolour wheels swirling behind your too-drowsy lids, brain working overtime, lips refusing to spill words of need and doubt. your breath falters more each day, dropping slowly like rain on an empty sidewalk, and I wonder if Im the only one who knows its there.
I watch you slip further down the drain.
I long to make you believe that I understand, that I get it. I was there too. I was there in the world of afterthoughts and ice-cold looks, where friends are just blood and bones, blood and bones. Ive lived where one day, your universe slips into night and you never seem to wake up, darkness embracing your arms, licking your fingertips. where youre just one star, about to combust.
did you know, that when stars die, it takes hundreds of year
Encounter: Chapter 10Ezio heard the footsteps pounding behind him and the angry voices shouting death threats. Shocked civilians scrambled out of his way, gasping at the sight of the chase.Encounter: Chapter 105 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The white-hooded assassin looked back over his shoulder to check on his progress. Even though he was running as fast as he could, there were two guards quickly gaining on him.
Shit! Run! he yelled at himself. There was no chance to fight against so many people without getting seriously injured, or worse, dead. His legs were getting tired but he couldn't afford to stop if he wanted to get away with his life.
He rounded a corner in the busy street, searching for a way to lose the guards. With his heart pounding in his chest, he made a split-second decision to awkwardly duck into an alleyway.
Taking precious seconds, he took a couple steps back to make a running start for a wall. Leaping up he grabbed an outstanding brick and began to haul himself up.
By then, the guards had found him and were yelling angrily from b
The AssassinTHE ASSASSINThe Assassin5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Silently he moves through the night
Making not a sound and staying out of sight
He moves through the streets with deadly grace
Without any emotion showing on his face
He has his list and knows what to do
And knows that tonight his victim is you
Into your house he slowly moves
He sold his soul and has nothing to lose
You arrive home and let yourself in
Now it's time for the fun to begin
Drowsy and tired you fall asleep
Killing you will be an easy feat
Slowly he creeps up to your bed
And silently he lowers his head
Quietly he exposes his blade
This he must do for he's already been paid
Skillfully he stabs through the heart
Now it is done, that deed so dark
Silently he leaves this place
A look of sorrow and pain upon his face
A single tear drops from his eye
For it was the one he loved who had to die
BlindI don't exist,Blind6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It's like who I am,
Has been ripped,
From the pages of eternity
Abandoned and alone,
Cut off from everyone,
I could be standing,
Right next to you,
My face is blue,
Burning with a fire,
That you can sense,
But you can't see...
(It's a mystery...
How so many are so blind,
So many...refuse to see)
How can you be so blind?!
I am screaming at you!
But you just look right through me,
And there is nothing I can do,
That will make you change!
That will make you see my face...!
You are blind to who I am,
Just like I have been erased...
What you do to me,
I cannot condone...
But it's so hard to be heard,
When my voice is on it's own...
You ignore the fact,
That I'm standing right there!
You don't see me,
You don't even care!
I could be standing,
Right next to you,
Choking off your breath,
Until you turn blue,
Burning you with a fire,
That you can sense,
But you can't see...
(It's a mystery...
How so many are so blind,
Altair: Eagle and HoundThe archer squinted into the driving rain, trying to aim but cursed when he saw nothing. Where in hell were ? He KNEW his men had chased that white robed Assassin into a corner of the square between two dilapidated houses: a warehouse long in disuse and an inn whose clientele were unsavoury to say the least. God, how could they have lost him?Altair: Eagle and Hound6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rain. That was the problem. Rain and thunder all day long. Unrelenting as Gods punishment. He cursed more, an uninterrupted stream of oaths muttered. His lord back in his quarters in Aleppo had sent them to kill this impudent wretch whod dared to kill his uncle, the previous lord of Aleppo. For weeks theyd pursued him till theyd chased him here into this abandoned little town where the population was barely visible.
Ah, there he was again. The archer once more put arrow to string, moving swiftly across the roof of the old house to the next, eyes on the speck of white as it moved and dodged between houses. Hed led
Altair: Eagle's PreyJaffa 1191 CEAltair: Eagle's Prey6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Altair walked along the corridor, following his prey. His walk was confident as if he belonged in the crowded mansion with servants scurrying here and there. The torches sizzled, unusually loud, or perhaps it was his own extended senses, taking in every sound, smell, look, and observing and classifying information he was not even aware of yet. The man ahead, the man hed been sent to kill, wore green an ankle-length overcoat matching his turban, wound about his head with a feather sticking up into the air from the front of it. Altair followed that feather like a hound on a scent.
The man walked lazily, seemingly without purpose. This was his friends house. He had nothing to fear. He was safe. Altair allowed a chill smile to tug the corners of his mouth slightly. He would beg to differ. The Assassin knew the poise was wrong. The man was worried. VERY worried. He knew that an Assassin dogged his steps he just did not know how close death was.
Assassin's Creed chatroom9:02 PM- EagleofMasyaf9102 has logged in.Assassin's Creed chatroom5 years ago in Comedy More Like This
9:03 PM- Jerusalem_Rafiq has logged in.
EagleofMasyaf9102: greetings, Malik.
Jerusalem_Rafiq: sup n00b
EagleofMasyaf9102: i didn't know u had internet there
Jerusalem_Rafiq: Ya Damascus_Rafiq2 set it up for me. It's in the incense burner.
9:05 PM- AppleLover24 has logged in.
AppleLover24: whut r u 2 novices doing online?!
EagleofMasyaf9102: discussing important mission details, master.
Jerusalem_Rafiq: what r YOU doing online, master?
AppleLover24: checking facebook.
AppleLover24: well if u 2 r busy i guess i'll go
EagleofMasyaf9102: k, by master.
9:07 PM- AppleLover24 has logged out.
EagleofMasyaf9102: so how's Jerusalem?
Jerusalem_Rafiq: s'okay. Traffic's been awful though.
EagleofMasyaf9102: that must suck.
Jerusalem_Rafiq: yeah. How's Damascus?
EagleofMasyaf9102: awesomesauce. Did u know the rafiq here was a hacker? His stuff is amazing.
Jerusalem_Rafiq: dat drugdealer's
Assassin Series 4Assassin Series 49 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The hunt, the chase, the capture. The kill. When you have your prey backed into a corner after a long, tiring hunt. When they know they have no chance of escape even as their eyes dart around, avoiding your gaze. When you can smell the fear coating their skin. When you can look into their eyes and watch their pathetic search for a way out. When you look into their eyes and see the exact moment when they know that all is lost. They are defenseless against you.
Slinking through the darkened passages. Skirting the light like it's a plague. Hiding the depths of the shadows most sensible people would avoid. The rush of adrenaline pounding through your veins as you stalk your prey. The way your heartbeat and breathing seem unusually loud as you creep through empty corridors. The way you can track your target by the barest of clues.
The feel of the leather handle against the palm of your hand as you draw it from its sheath. The silent whistle of breath
we're all dying in the end.You better remember these words, I'll only ever say them oncewe're all dying in the end.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I often wondered why the world seemed so dark even when the sun was showing itself against the bright blues of the sky. Maybe I found myself moving closer to the shadows than to the light. Maybe I just wanted to feel alone instead of alive. Maybe I just loved the dark.
You stopped playing with cookie-cutter hearts and instead made it your mission to put mine back together. Too bad my heart is like a game of Perfection. All the pieces have a specific place they have to go, and if you don't get them all in before time runs out, they fall back out again. You insisted you would figure it out somehow. I insisted that I'm the kind of puzzle that's near impossible to solve. There were just too many x's, and too many o's. Maybe I liked the idea of little pieces of my heart falling out to leave a trail I could follow later. Maybe I just liked games.
I never believed in magic, but I was all too quick to believe that dreams come
Altair: the ChasmEpilogueAltair: the Chasm6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Masyaf Autumn 1187 CE
You have forgotten the Creed, Altair.
Altair ignored that, staring intently at the page of the book before him. Maliks strident tones really grated on him these days. He knew Malik was only trying to help but he did not care for that. He did not need help. He simply wanted to be left alone. He did not really see the letters on the page. His eyes slid over to his left hand bound in bandages. The bones had been set the pain of it had sent a convulsion through him hed not been ready for it. The Healer Brother had hissed at the others, Malik among them, to hold him still. Altair had tried to will a calmness but failed. He had closed his eyes, seeking that familiar calm space but could not find it. It eluded him. His Spirit was unresponsive. He had spent the last weeks trying to find it again. He was angry and miserable. His attempts at covering it and maintaining some sort of tenuous control were failing.
Altair: Eagle and SultanCairo, Egypt, 1189 CEAltair: Eagle and Sultan7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Altair swore loudly. He came to a complete stop as people looked at him aghast at such profanity from so handsome a man. The men ahead of him Sultans Personal Guard no less stood barring his way, swords drawn. They had seen him and now slowly advanced, keeping him in sights. Ignoring the shocked murmurs of the populace about him, Altair scanned the street quickly for any way out. Cart, pile of refuse, a shop door, a crowd Well, that last was certainly unavailable now as the citizens stared at the Mameluks in their expensive armour bearing Salahadins crest and him. Staring Suddenly he realized his hood had come off during his run. He thought of pulling it back up, then gave up. Too late. His face had been seen. By everyone. The Mameluks. The sheep in the street. Just when had it fallen off? Idiotic question, he told himself.
The citizens were starting to panic a little at seeing armed men in their midst, Salahadins troops
AssassinAssassin8 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
The sound of my boots echo of the stone walls of the gothic church...
I stride slowly with purpose...
I move through the shadows..
A black on black image in the dead of night
I move swiftly...
I see my prey...
The lone cleric who has tarnished all who walk the path...
I crouch low and speed towards him removing the long obisdian dagger from the folds of my coat...
I race up behind him and slam the blade between his ribs and up into his heart...
I can feel his life begin to ebb away through the blade....
I twist the dagger violently and rip it out of his side at a sharp angle causing blood to spray onto the floor
the cleric falls as a pool of blood spreads across the floor...
a smile flashes in the dark for an instant
the midnight bell tolls
and all that is left is death and shadow
Dying im lying here, and im dying on the inside where no one can tell.Dying10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
piece by piece, im igniting in a fiery flame that wont release what it
feeling so different that now i dont think im my self anymore.
what should i do, if i fall apart, right here and now, looking in your
with you im being re born, each time you take me by the hand, i
feel a new sting of happiness that seems will never let me down. and
your love is what keeps me from sinking again.
but when i leave, and i go back to them, to a place that i dont want to
be, its like i am going to explode with one look, one word. they would
like that, for me to disappear.
i need to get away. crawl away. leave and maybe never come back.
it could be better, if i never told them what was on my mind, if i didnt
speak, but they would just look at me and call me a freak.
yeah someone thinks im great. but thats not what i always see when
i look in the mirror
Without YouHe leaned in to her, every detail of his face noticeable in the pale, silvery moonlight that washed away the darkness. His warm breath fogged in the cold December air, warming her freezing face. He held her face in both of his gloved hands, stroking her fresh tears away.Without You5 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
"You're not alone," he whispered, his breath sweeping into her face once more. It smelled so sweet so indescribable; like honey somehow. "You'll never be alone again."
A strand of her raven hair fell from her wool hat that covered her ears. She watched him tuck it behind her ear gently with her sad and innocent violet eyes that were glass in the light, shining so prettily. He then turned his gaze to her own. It was intense and hypnotizing; she just couldn't take her eyes off of his own catlike ones with narrow slits and the color of golden honey mixed with onyx.
He stroked her cheek and she closed her eyes as she enjoyed the caress. Her heart throbbed and pounded with love, feeling it jump every so often. It was a
Altair: Eagle and Sultan5Siege of Acre, 1189 CEAltair: Eagle and Sultan57 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A week later
Altair poured the honeyed water into the Sultans goblet and held it out to him. the man took it without looking. A slave was not worth noticing after all unless he misbehaved in which case hed be disciplined. The Assassin replaced the carafe on the side table and waited patiently for other orders. He performed his duties in silence. He was not much of a talker. Even less so now that he contemplated escape. His back still prickled with pain from time to time if he stretched the muscles too far but on the whole he felt better.
As he stood in the shadows, watching the Sultan and his amirs eat and drink their evening meal he wondered, not for the first time, why he was still alive. What reason could the Sultan have for keeping him alive, honour notwithstanding? Why place him in the care of his own physician? He had stilled these troublesome questions for the time had not been ripe to ask them. Hed had to earn the Sultans tr