Uncharted: Shaving LessonsUncharted: Shaving Lessons3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sully presses the blade to his cheekbone, sweeping away lather and four o'clock shadow with a well practiced scrape. In the mirror, he catches a glimpse of curious eyes watching him from the dingy Columbian motel. The kid is always spying on him when he thinks he's not looking.
Sully turns to work on the other side, lining up his sideburns with the blade in the mirror before taking another sweep. The kid's closer, now. He can hear his breathing against the wall. His grungy fingers picking at the wallpaper.
Sully lifts his chin and presses the razor to his neck, briefly contemplating screaming and scaring the shit out of the kid.
With his luck as of late, he'd end up actually nicking himself.
He sets the razor down and presses a hot towel against his face, wiping away excess lather. His moustache lives to see another day. He catches the kid shrinking away and is struck by a strange thought: he's
Worth ItNathan Drake didn't cry.Worth It3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
It was a plain, down to earth fact that no one could argue with. He didn't cry when his parents fought, he never cried when his mother slit her own throat in front of him, he didn't cry when his own father gave him up. He never cried.
So why was he crying now, trudging alone in the middle of the Rub'al Khali desert?
He couldn't even remember the last time he had tasted water on his lips, so it was a welcoming sight to see the rain clouds approaching in the distance. He didn't think, he just ran, ran as fast as his aching legs could carry him towards the greyish clouds, driven by the hopes of finally finding water.
Suddenly, the clouds vanished. And all there was, was him, standing in the middle of endless amounts of the bone dry desert, under the blistering heat. He groaned.
But why did it seem so real, when his tears seemed to mingle with the rain only seconds ago? It seemed more real than anything he had felt for the last few days, but
Uncharted: Departure"Psst, Flynn!"Uncharted: Departure4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Nate whispered as he watched his buddy unspool the ropes of a grappling hook. Flynn gave him one if his charming reassuring grins, though Nate has always thought of them as a warning sign, dubbing it as the 'we're-gonna-get-in-trouble' smile. "Crap, I knew it. This, is not a good idea." he muttered to himself. "Oh, don't be such a spoilsport, Nancy." Flynn said, finishing up on his grappling hook; he set his finger ready on the trigger and held it against his shoulder, "There ya go. Tell me the plan again, Nate." he turned to look at Nate, who was crouching with his back towards the wall, wearing all black save for a small camouflage-patterned backpack. He was holding two long flashlights one for Flynn and the other for himself.
Nate leaned away from the wall, looked down and back to Flynn, his face showing an expression of annoyance and a slight tinge of queasiness. They were stationed outside on the edge of a huge museum, clinging on to nothing but
Nine: Chapter OneMonth oneNine: Chapter One3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Really? Watermelon?" Nate asked.
Elena's voice came from the otherside of the phone. "Please, Nate? It's just about the only thing I want. Oh, and strawberries!"
"Elena, it's the middle of winter! Where am I going to get those?" He was sitting in his car in the mostly empty parking lot of a Price Chopper. It was twelve at night.
"Um... I'm not sure. But can you try and get some? Please?"
"Yeah... You're lucky I love you."
"I know. Love you too. Get home soon!"
"I will. Bye." He hung up, and got out of the car with a sigh. "Watermelon and strawberries. Okay. Let's go, Nate." He headed into the store, and was immensly glad it was open all night. The produce section was surprisingly full. Apples, mainly though. He had half a mind to get some just in case her cravings changed last minute. But, instead, he found a small carton of strawberries. Taking it, he continued on to find some watermelon. "Elena, you are insane." He finally found some in slices, wrapped in plastic wr
Cry for Eternity - Chapter 2Cry for Eternity - Chapter 22 years ago in Drama More Like This
Five seconds? Five minutes? Five millennia?
It didn't matter. There was no past, no future. Only the flames.
Oh, there was the light too! A light that came from everywhere! But mostly there was the flames.
Twisting, flickering, burning at her very soul. The pain was immeasurable, but it had always existed, as far back as she could remember, and she could remember a long time.
Or maybe she could... It was somewhat hard to measure time when there was nothing for her to measure it against. There was only the flames, eating away at her, yet never making her any smaller. Forever burning, the fire was all that existed.
Her body was... Wait, did she even have a body? Maybe she did at some point. At least she thought she did. Maybe she did. She hoped it was a nice body, one with a soft mane and maybe some nice friends to go along with it. Oh! And a name! She remembered that she had had a name at one point. It was a pretty name too. She had liked her name! She wished she
Internet University The Fourth(Waiting in line at Pin Number, Internet University's premiere student shopping facility, good friends Facebook and Twitter discuss the former's peaked interest in attending an art Forum being held on campus next week. The store is alive with a healthy buzzing of student chatter, and only the distant whispers of chaos indicate another political debate has erupted on the grounds. Again.)Internet University The Fourth5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Twitter: "I am telling you your layout is fine as is"
Facebook: "Are you kidding? We're talking Forum types here Tweet! High class, none of this mindless bickering and inane chatter we put up with. It's not like they let just anyone join these things."
Twitter: "I am sure you've been through enough layouts already. I am doubting anyone will care at this Forum place. I still cant believe you're giving"
(Twitter freezes. Facebook nonchalantly pushes him slightly forward in line, to the bewilderment of students behind him. One of them timidly asks if Twitter has crashed, to which Faceb
Fix YouMycroft was dead.Fix You4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nobody knew when he died, or even where or who had done it. All anybody knew was that he was no longer alive, no longer breathing or feeling the rhythm of blood in his veins. He'd turned up in a skip, bleeding, but not mangled. He was stabbed, probably; that's what everyone thought anyway- nobody was really caring how it happened. All anyone knew was that Mycroft Holmes was dead, and that's all anybody needed to know.
But Sherlock wasn't anybody.
John had never seen the great detective cry. He'd seen him laugh, seen him freeze with fear, tremble with rage, smirk with that clear smug air that dangled around his shoulders like a hero's cape. But through everything, he'd never even shed a tear. Not when he was almost poisoned, not when he was nearly killed again and not even when John himself was close so close to Death, he could see its long black shadow already before his eyes; beckoning.
When Sherlock cried it was like watching a stone statue move and crumble,
Internet University: Part III(A warm day on campus, as per the unwritten laws of IU, fills the grounds with various mobs of students, chatting amongst themselves with not a sad emoticon in sight. Among them, weaving in and out of the crowded bandwidth, our hero Facebook seems to be surveying the area for something. His time alone is short lived, however, as he's soon spotted and charged by his hastily dressed younger brother. Stopping only briefly to show off his friends list to a group of attractive sunbathing Juniors ("Log off, creep!"), Myspace finds his way to Facebook, waving his arms around animatedly.)Internet University: Part III5 years ago in Humor More Like This
Myspace: "F4c3b00K, bR0!!1 0v3R h3R3!"
Facebook: "Dangnabbit. Myspace I'm really busy with something. Can this wait until tonight or something?"
Myspace: "N0, dUd3, u d0n7 uNd3rs74nD! 1 n33d ur h3lP w17 s0m37h1nG"
Facebook: "I've already explained this to you, Myspace. That creepy guy Tom is not really you're friend. You should probably stop inviting him to things"
Myspace: "Wh47? N0 n07 7h47. 5
Definition: Sanctuaryseek [verb].Definition: Sanctuary5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
definition: to search or to look for.
I have been here before.
It was one of the first things I remembered, and at first it frustrated me. Precious things - names and happenings and the sound of voices - eluded me, but I knew the taste of books. The shape of their rough spines and the light they held when I opened them under the diamond-lattice windows. What good were they? Stories are made out of other people's memories.
Now they have become a sanctuary, of sorts.
My favourite book is The Hound of the Baskervilles. There are three well-worn copies in this library, and I know the exact placement of each of them. I know where the pages are dog-eared or torn or stained. I know which book has a red cover or green endpapers or a five-page introduction, bold serif typeset, one blank page between it and the first chapter.
I don't know if I had this knowledge before. If, perhaps, memory is not a limitless thing and the holes in mine have been filled with surplus inf
ApotheosisDavid Sarif saw himself as a practical man. He held stock in science, what could be seen and proven, what could be calculated and understood by logic. But even he had to admit there was something magical happening before him.Apotheosis2 years ago in Drama More Like This
He was standing in the darkened observation suite of the surgical wing in Sarif Industries, the company he had built from the ground up. It had been well over thirty-six hours since they had suffered an attack from some unknown black ops group, led by three heavily augmented soldiers. In their wake they had left several dead; only a few were fortunate enough to be alive and wounded, and five of Sarif's top scientists were missing without a trace.
And now Sarif's head of security, Adam Jensen, lay in the operating room as the CEO watched. Two doctors and a nurse, the second of three teams working in shifts, hovered over the ex-cop, feverishly working with a multi-armed medbot. Working, not to save Adam's life-that part was already secured four hours ago-but to turn
Jeff x Reader - Bleeding Affections 6Jeff x Reader - Bleeding Affections 61 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
(WARNING : SEXUAL THEME'S AND OR SWEARING. You have been warned!)
- Monday -
“Jeff get your pale ass out of the bathroom!” You snapped, pounding your fist on the door trying to get the killer to come out. You, desperately had to pee, and you meant bad, so bad that you were literally doing a little dance and or pacing up and down the hall to hold it in, it felt like your blatter was going to explode. You had been waiting thirty minutes for him to get out of one of the three bathrooms in the house. The only reason you didn't go and use one of the other ones was because they were occupied by Masky and Hooide. You didn't ask them to get out because -
1.) They had a morning job and really needed to shower before they left.
2.) You still respected them to much to kick them out of the bathroom, even though you were pretty sure if you did you wouldn't get killed like you had originally though when you had first arrived at the
Jeff x Reader - Bleeding Affections 11Jeff x Reader - Bleeding Affections 111 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
You giggled as you followed Smile around on your hands and knees, barking like a puppy as you did so. The dog looked less then pleased, almost scared even as he ran ahead of you only for you to trail behind him on your hands and knees as fast as you could. You giggled as the dog let out a howl doing what you assumed was calling for Jeff considering a few seconds later said killer made his way into the room, asking his dog what was wrong till he saw you.
“______, what the hell are you doing to my dog?” He mumbled, raising an eyebrow as he watched you continue to follow the dog around till he let out another howl.
“What?” You hummed, coming to a stop in your game long enough to focus on the killer and his words which for the most part you could careless about.
“What are you doing to my dog!?” He repeated, looking a little irritated at the fact you had completely ignored him the first time
Uncharted: Golden Vacation pt.1 of 4The crate opened with a sickening 'crack', and the damp moss-covered wood lifted up from the light crank of the rusty crowbar.Uncharted: Golden Vacation pt.1 of 43 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Nathan Drake, treasure hunter and occasional world-saver, turned away from the appalling look of the crate's content and stepped away from the box dizzily. A decaying skeleton, badly mummified, and a skeleton of what seemed to be a dog lied inside the crate. The skeleton's head was facing him, and it seemed to have smiled at Drake for a moment's notice.
"Hi there, thanks for letting the smell out," it seemed to want to say.
It was just three days ago when the crate was found afloat in the waters where Nate and Sully were fishing. The sea-plane, Sully's good old working plane, floated on the sea, acting as a platform for the two to fish. It was easy to spot the crate, considering the point that Sully was sitting high on top of the roof with a long fishing rod dangling over the edge into the water.
"Grab the crate, Nate! There might be treasure inside!" Sul
How to REALLY become PopularHow to REALLY become Popular5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Is it really worth it chasing after that meaningless "page view" count? Or is page views a synonym for popularity? Sure, we all want more watchers, but how much more? If you type the word "popular" in the DA search engine you will get a long stream of deviations bashing popular artworks and artists. I mean hey! It's easy to say "My art is 10 times better then that crap on the front page!", and it's okay to say that funnily enough, because art is subjective. But what's not okay to say is "I deserve to be more popular then them it's unfair!" the reason why they are more popular than you is because they know the "method".
Everybody's method is different find yours
What is this "method?" you must be thinking. The method is essentially their own way to gain awareness, sounds silly doesn't it? Most of the biggest artists on DA never asked to be popular; it just came to them naturally. Yet regardless, subconsciously they knew which deviations to upload would make a big hit.
How to annoy TornDisclaimer: Jak and Daxter Not mine ..How to annoy Torn4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Torn- role- Ally, Canon (Jak II-Jak X.)
1) During a briefing, pretend to be sleeping and yawn with exaggeration (Hmm, do this enough times and he may be tempted to kick you out of the Underground .)
2) Convince him to take a picture with you and other people (if you want). Make the bunny ears sign on his head. Make yourself scarce when the pictures are developed
3) Play knock-knock ditch on the Underground door. Run if he opens the door holding his pistols
4) When no one's around, doodle on his maps. Better yet write things like "Daxter Loves Torn" or "Torn loves Erol". Blame Daxter. Come clean if Daxter's in imminent danger of losing more than his fur. Then, just run.
5) Steal his dagger. Paint it orange. He'll know who to go after (cough-Daxter-cough. Hmm, does this make me a DaxterXTorn shipper?? Oo''')
6) Steal hiss dagger. Lose it. Run from the angry tattooed ex- KG commander.
7) Again with t
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288Vanguard, Chapter 1: Duncan1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
DeathI'm not afraid of death, afraid to die.Death3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Afraid to sit, and watch time pass me by.
I've come to realize, death shouldn't be feared,
It should be honored, cherished, revered.
Time wears on, and we wear thin.
Till there's nothing left, but bone and skin.
Your time will come, don't ever doubt that.
So why don't you greet it, with a tip of your hat?
Bella, a Mary Sue? The testBella, a Mary Sue? The test6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
¿Bella is a Mary Sue?
Let´s test her....
Well, since I talked with some twitards and they say Bella is not a Mary Sue (in fact in the chat I said that Bella is Smeyer, because they din´t know the term by the way), I made this article to show she is in fact a Mary Sue.
Well, how I should start?
Because some people (a lot of my friends) don´t know whats a Mary Sue, I´ll start with the definition of the term:
"Mary Sue, sometimes shortened simply to Sue, is a pejorative term used to describe a fictional character who plays a major role in the plot and is particularly characterized by overly idealized and hackneyed mannerisms, lacking noteworthy flaws, and primarily functioning as wish-fulfillment fantasies for their authors or readers. Perhaps the single underlying feature of all characters described as Mary Sues is that they are too ostentatious for the audience's taste, or that the author seems to favor the character too highly. The author m
Uncharted: AwkwardUncharted: AwkwardUncharted: Awkward3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was 9:55 PM when Sully walked in after having a meeting with a client and heard the sound of a pencil scratching paper. As usual, the teenager was sketching in his journal again sitting on the couch. If Nathan wasn't watching T.V. , doing homework, or reading he was sketching in that old journal again. Sometimes he just looked plain bored and played with an old red yo-yo or climbed up onto to the roof when it wasn't too hot or sunny. Sully wasn't the type to take on a responsibility such as this, he couldn't just leave the kid on the streets in Cartagena. Especially after what he'd been through. If he hadn't helped they would've killed him. A kid. Just for a ring that according to Nate could unlock a huge amount of treasure. He was used to living on the streets but with the power Marlowe has they would've squashed him like a bug eventually because he stuck his nose where it didn't belong. Whenever the su
Return to Internet University(Huge groups of students quickly fill the lecture hall in preparation for yet another long day of learning at Internet University. Seated in a row far in the back of the classroom, a barely-awake Twitter waits patiently for his good friend Facebook to hang up his Chatbox)Return to Internet University5 years ago in Humor More Like This
Facebook: No, I told you last night I havent seen it, remember? Look, man, if that things that important to you you should go see Google about it. I have to go.
Twitter: I am wondering who that was
Facebook: Oh it was just Craig. He lost his stupid list again. I keep telling that guy to get more organized
Twitter: Tsh, Craig. I am remembering a few weeks ago when he tried to hook me up with some dog-walking gig and sell me an old copy of Osmosis Jones at the same time
Facebook: Thats not even the half of it. One time he had this freakin hornets nest, right? And- oh crap here she comes! Here, uh, act like my last Stat
In the shoes of an AspieIn the Shoes of an AspieIn the shoes of an Aspie3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Note: This is my experiences and thoughts on what it is like to be an Aspie. I understand others have their own experiences and opinions and I respect them for that. The reason I wrote this was a hope that those who read this gain some understanding as to how people with Asperger's live their lives. However each person is unique so their behaviour and way of life may be different to mine.
I wake to the sound of my alarm going off. I groan Ugh not again... I grope for my mobile and switch it off; the alarm is rather noisy. Here I go again; having to put on that masquerade; going undercover yet again. If only people would just understand what it is like to live the way I and many others like me have to live each and every day ..
Just imagine yourself living in a world where you see and deal with everything differently. Put yourself in the shoes of an Aspie; a person with Asperger's Syndrome. It's a high-functioning form of Autism. It's hard to
Intro to PropmakingIntro to Propmaking3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
FX School of Hard Knocks: Intro to the world of Propmaking.
OK a lot of nice people have written to me saying they want to learn how to do what I do and was wondering if I can share some secrets over NOTEs.
I don't want to seem like I'm blowing off you guys who are noobs to the Prop making but there are a few things you need to know before you waste money and time to find out this is not what you had in mind. So this is me giving you a basic picture of what it is like - in words.
First thing you guys need to know is "Prop Making" deals with making REAL LIFE PHYSICAL PROPS THAT ARE MADE WITH CHEMICALS AND A LOT OF MONEY COSTING MATERIALS THAT COULD BE HAZARDOUS TO YOUR HEALTH. We make Real Things that can be seen and touched. We are not making drawings or concept art or some imaginary thing. So anything that is physical will need a lot of production time, creative skill, mental energy and a Whole Lotta materials!
Materials cost money:
- If you want to get into prop making, yo
Friendship and BrotherhoodAltair dragged himself through the white wet snow, hand clasped to his side to keep the blood in. It was no use, he knew. The wound was too big to cover with one hand. Blood continued to trickle from the slashed flesh. Hed jerked the knife out and left it in the snow some way back. He hoped the pursuers would not see it. His blood was enough of a trail for them to follow.Friendship and Brotherhood6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
His breath was vapour in the air. He crawled on, face frozen in a grim expression of desperate determination. Malik was waiting for him back at that abandoned farm out in the country behind a snow-covered hill. He was no doubt worried that neither Altair nor Abbas were back yet. But he could do nothing they had agreed that he was to be ready to ride out when they got back from the task they had come to do.
The snow hissed under him, yielding to his body. His fingers were frozen from digging through it. His hand was so numb he did not feel it anymore. Nor was he aware of the cold gnawing at him, steadily w