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
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
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
Nine: Chapter TwoMonth TwoNine: Chapter Two3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Elena, sweetie, how're you feeling?" Nate asked, sitting down at the edge of the bed, gently rubbing her back in small circles.
"Tired. I hate morning sickness." She was curled up under all of the blankets they had. She looked up at him with big brown eyes. "Lay with me?"
"Of course." He slid under the blankets beside her, wrapping around her, a hand resting on her stomach. To someone merely looking at her, there was no indication she was pregnant. But Nate could feel the difference. He knew how she usually was and now, a life growing inside her, there was a sort of firmness there and a barely noticable bump.
"Nate?" she asked, capturing his attention.
She hesitated. She had something nagging at her, forcing doubt into her mind. Nate was someone who wasn't easily tied down. She thanked god that he stayed with her, rarely leaving for more than a few weeks at a time. Sometimes, she would go with him, but, more often than not, she'd stay home. She'd stay home and worry ov
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
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
Batman: Father's HatchlingsBatman: Father's Hatchlings4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A Father looked down at his children and smiled with great pride.
" What would you regret when you saw that I'd died?"
The oldest bird was the first to reply,
" Not keeping my promise,
And letting you down.
I'll eventually make it up to you somehow".
The third son was unsure what to do,
He knew he was thankful but the words just wouldn't come through.
"I'm sorry", is what he first managed to say.
"For blaming you for all of my pain".
The youngest didn't need to think twice about this,
He knew what he wanted and he knew what it meant.
"Only not having you here,
That's all that I need and all that I fear".
The Father hugged his three sons,
And tears formed in his eyes,
He found it much easier to tell them Good-bye.
But then he realized once the hugging was done,
That they actually were missing someone.
The second oldest son,
The runt of them all,
Sat alone in a corner, ignoring it all.
The other three sons lifted their beaks at him,
But the Father was curious,
"What would you regre
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 III6 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
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?
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
Uncharted: What Dreams DoDespair. Pain. Lonliness. Fear. Hopelessness. Heartbreak. Death.Uncharted: What Dreams Do4 years ago in Horror More Like This
She digs her fingers into the soft soil, staring bleakly ahead. She's mumbling the word 'gone' to herself, over and over. The headstone smirks at her, gloating with it's victory hanging over her head. She pulls her now dirty hands away and stares at the ten small holes she's made.
Thunder bangs in the distance, shouting it's anger for all to hear. The storm is rolling in fast, but she doesn't care. It hadn't been sunny since his death, not to her.
She curls into herself, eyes never leaving the stone. His body lies six feet beneath her, not at all like the intimacy of the last time she had been above him, when there had been nothing between them but lust and need and love.
She finds it unfair that she only had three years with him. His older friend had been with him since he was seventeen, but she had come into his life late. She had only just penetrated through his joking demeanor so he would tell her much more, exposing
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 44 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
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 University6 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
Cry for Eternity - Chapter 2Cry for Eternity - Chapter 23 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
Why I Think Twilight SucksWhy I Think Twilight Sucks6 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The majority of my non-working summer draws to a close today, and what better way to waste time than write? I must admit Ive been drawn to writing a little bit more over the past week, sparked by the visual consumption of Anti-Twilight rants. Many of the points I plan to bring up have been covered in every other Anti-Twilight rant that Ive read, but if this is the only one you ever plan on reading, than for the sake of sparing you the humiliation of liking Twilight, Ill cover them ALL as best I can.
Let me start right off the bat with the most obvious flaw in Twilight; the characters personalities (or severe lack thereof). Dont worry, Ill get to Eddy and Bellas dysfunctional relationship soon enough, but for us twihaters its obvious enough. For you Twitards, stick around. Itll save your life.
Let me start by listing a few of Bellas key attributes:
Skittles"Knock knock!" Jill called as she entered Chris's apartment. "Ready for the movie?" She found Chris in the kitchen, pouring popcorn into a bowl. She set down the movie on the counter before pressing her hands to his shoulder blades.Skittles3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"What'd you get?" he asked, arching his back against her touch.
"Ju-on: White Ghost/Black Ghost," she answered. "Foreign film. Scary too."
"Oooh, horror." He turned and gave her a quick hug. Out of all the women he had met, she was most certainly the smartest and most beautiful. She could wear anything and still look amazing. She had arrived in a tanktop and a simple pair of jeans and looked phenomenal.
Their relationship together was a little complicated. They were partners, of course. But they had sort of "staked a claim" on each other, as Barry had put it. Chris had unintentionally scared away quite a few of Jill's boyfriends, some of them he hadn't even met. Jill had seemed to leave some sort of mark on Chris that repelled other women. She'd forget a br
Seven Minutes11:53 p.m.Seven Minutes6 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chris Redfield let out an exasperated sigh, arching backwards on the couch. His feet were propped up on the coffee table before him. The television that was positioned in front of the table, its bluish light contrasting the darkness of the room, was currently showing a French cop drama. Like most of the other shows here, he would have to pay attention to the captions to know what was going on. However, he was far too tired to even care. Tonight marked the fourth sleepless eve in a row for him. Worry for his friends' safety was starting to overtake him.
Redfield, although not to his knowledge, wasn't the only one afflicted. Downstairs in the two-story apartment, Jill Valentine sat at the kitchen table, rubbing her eyes, the lights above her dim. She looked up at the kitchen clock, and dropped her gaze with a groan. She'd washed the dirty dishes by hand, cleaned the counter tops, and gotten the coffee pot ready for the following morning in an attempt to tire herself out. Unfor
CampingLeon/ClaireCamping4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Redfields take Leon camping.
I'm no fun, they say.
People always ask me what I do to unwind with such a stressful job. Truth is, I don't do anything. Usually, I sleep. When I'm not sleeping, I'm sitting on my ass watching reruns on TV. Sometimes I'll have a few beers. But generally speaking, I don't do anything.
That's exactly how I got roped into this trip.
Claire and her brother both managed to find some time off together. They wanted to go camping. I told her over and over that I just wanted to stay home, but Claire absolutely refused to let me sit the trip out.
"You're no fun, Leon!" she had teased. "You never do anything exciting. You have to come with us!" I had told her I wanted to relax. She countered by telling me that camping is relaxing.
Truth is, I really like Claire. I've always liked her, from the moment I met her. But at the time I met her, I had just broken up with my long term girlfriend. I didn't want another relationship, I wanted an easy lay. She des
Drarry - love letter1-18-11Drarry - love letter4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I am going to try and explain this
the best I can. Don't laugh
at my horrible wordmanship
I am in love with you.
I have ALWAYS been inlove with you.
I just, didnt have the balls to ask you
I thought ... you could do better.
I thought, it would be selfish for me
to think youd love me back ; and it is.
I ... i want to give you everything.
I want to protect you.
I want to love you.
I want you to feel safe, with me.
I want you to wake up and think of me,
like i do, every morning about you.
I want you.
I know im asking alot.
I know ... I do.
But, I'm giving you my heart, Harry
Do with it what you want.
You know how they say, the one who's
meant for you, will change your life?
Well you have
I feel ... ugh i cant exaplain it
its like ... a surge of ... SOMETHING
and, i couldnt imagine life without you.
Well, that's about it
P.S. If you tell anyone abou
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,
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.
TomboyTomboy.Tomboy5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"So why exactly did they give you this mission again?"
Rebecca quietly rolls her eyes at Shaun's somewhat sarcastic comment. He can't blame her, really. How many times have they gone over this argument already for the past few days? By now, she must have explained her reasons a million times and frankly, he's pretty sure it's starting to get rather annoying for her.
He leans against the wall, watching how she gets her stuff together. The Englishman knows this isn't exactly the time to bother her, but he does so anyway. Despite being eccentric, Rebecca is a very punctual person, perhaps more so than he is at times. It's unlikely she'll be that distracted by him to forget any important equipment. As such, he's not one to pass up another opportunity to tease her.
He can tell his presence and sarcasm are starting to irritate her. Not that it's surprising. Anyone would be, seeing how good he is at getting under someone's skin. He has to admire her patience with him. Any
Let Down Your HairJill Valentine smothered her yawn with a hand. She'd finally finished the report Wesker had wanted. Glancing over at the clock, she let out a groan. 11:45 p.m. The STARS unit had been punching the clock ever since the murders had begun, their captain not wanting to have to deal with any slack. That was why half of the team was out on the streets tonight. Thankfully, she'd dealt with the daytime patrol. Tiredly, she got up from her desk, and headed over to that of her leader. The others who had dealt with the office portion of the job for tonight had gone home, save for her, since she just HAD to volunteer to take care of that report. Oh well, at least Brad owed her now.Let Down Your Hair6 years ago in Romance More Like This
The sound of the office's door abruptly opening cut sharply through her groggy mist, causing Valentine to jump, and whirl around. "Oh, sorry Jill!" Chris Redfield called apologetically to her.
She had to turn to face the desk in order to hide her blush. "I thought you'd left?"
"I was going to, but then I remembered that