Leap Without Looking"So," Mercutio said with a smile too wide for his face, "since you are staying with me, where shall we visit first?"Leap Without Looking3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Something in Cian made him wonder why he just agreed to spend more time with this man. Mercutio, at best, was an unknown party. Cian knew him as another Eternal, one who had possibly more than one name, and a personality that was more complicated than it appeared. But he looked so terrified of being alone again. The expression of sheer panic and terror that Mercutio couldn't have controlled had been enough to change Cian's mind. Since when had he been so easily swayed? That incident with Chara had been a fluke. He wasn't a man who changed his mind like that. And yet
Cian sighed, "You said you had been traveling around this galaxy," he murmured. "Where did you still want to visit?"
"There are a number of mountain and garden worlds that I was looking at but h
It's A StartThe shift from the bare, dark, silence of space to a bright, warm, forest world used to be jarring for Cian. Now it was as simple as breathing. The forests of Sesmia were soaked in humidity, making Cian's dark curls frizz out and sweat begin to coat his skin. It wasn't unenjoyable, but he knew planets with milder climates. He also knew planets with worse climates, but that wasn't important. Curiously, Mercutio didn't seem bothered by the muggy climate. The humidity made his straight hair a bit wavier, but he didn't look as uncomfortable as Cian knew he had to be. Mercutio still had that silly smile on his face, and he walked with a definite spring to his step. He shouldn't be walking that happily.It's A Start3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You shouldn't be barefoot," scoffed Cian, hating that he had to be here right now.
Mercutio sighed and gave Cian a sidelong glance. He had one eyebrow quirked up, his smile thin and wry.
About UsIt was comfortable here, snuggled between a blanket and sheets. Cian couldn't remember the last time he was in a bed. He couldn't remember the last time he slept either. Sleeping was nice, something his people didn't need to do all that often, but something that was still enjoyable. For a time sleep had been something of an escape for Cian. But now it felt like an action that he had desperately needed. Groaning softly under his breath he turned so he could hug the pillow to his chest. It smelled like salt air. There was another smell in this place too. Something sweet and doughy. It wasn't at all unpleasant. Nothing was that unpleasant here, really.About Us3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
And that was when Cian realized something was terribly wrong. His violet eyes shot open and he jerked up in the bed. A bed? Since when was there a bed?! And blankets, and
Doesn't It Bother You?"That was marvelous!" Mercutio said, laughing as he and Cian appeared in space.Doesn't It Bother You?3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He hadn't had such a rush of adrenaline in such a long time! It was wonderful to feel alive, truly living, again! After existing for so long Mercutio had a hard time differentiating life from death. He knew he wasn't dead, but sometimes when nothing happened for so long, he began to wonder
"All of the dancing and singing! Stars if I could sing like that," laughed the jovial space elf.
If Mercutio could sing like the Av'ikir (fun fact: he could, he just didn't) he would fill all of space with their songs. The silence, while nice, was too much sometimes. There was no sound, no music, no crunching of dirt or leaves or twigs out in space. Simply silence.
"I have been wandering the galaxy for a while now and completely forgot how much I enjoyed the Av'ikir! I should make a note to"
"You lied to m
Orianna LoL Fanfic The Journey Episode 2Orianna LoL Fanfic The Journey Episode 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Inside the train there was enough space to hold a little town in motion for months. Cafeterias, balconies on top of the wagons, dining halls, children center, magical first aid station and the dormitories where the parts of the train that was 1 kilometer in length.(...)
-Well, I know is not like our home back in Piltover, but I will repair it and restore it. Was part of the deal with the owner, you wouldn't imagine the luck I had getting this house…- Corin looked at everything and sighted –Well, we should get our hands to work, we need to buy the missing furniture and the pieces I need to repair the electricity grid. That and get some people to work on the rest-
-The ball and I will help you, right ball? - Looking at the ball Orianna giggled in her strange voice and so they departed to town.
Stray - Chapter 1Stray - Chapter 12 years ago in Drama More Like This
The .32 pistol grazes his chin. Flak tries not to twitch. The pistol in his own grip doesn't waver but his legs are shaking. He feels every single step he's run from Paradise Falls to here, wherever here is.
He lifts his gaze to the other person holding the pistol.
His light armour is constructed of miscellaneous junk. A metal plate in the middle of his chest is strapped in place with thin leather bands and buckles that stretch around his torso. Everything is suspended there by a metal ring around his neck. There's a brace or pad that covers his right shoulder, decorated with spikes. The raider's pants are ripped off at the knees, and his boots are high on his calves. This armour barely protects anything. Not his skin that's caked with dirt; brown where it had cooked under the sun, golden and bronze where the light falls on it. It doesn't hide the wound he has. It's a mess on the left side of his torso
Shifter!PrussiaxReader (1)Shifter!PrussiaxReader (1)3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Those are the only words that are being processed into my mind right now as everything around me was a giant canvas of swirling and blurred colors that would've been a beautiful painting, if it wasn't for the fact /why/ it was like that. My shaking, (s/c) hands were outstretched before me in an attempt to slap away all of the branches and foliage that managed to get in my path as I ran. My legs felt as if they were on fire with all of the adrenaline and blood that was pumping through them, but none of that mattered to me anymore. The intense heat and pain from my legs only encouraged me to move even faster than I was moments ago.
Encouraged me to escape death itself.
A loud crackling noise was heard not to far behind me and a blinding, blue light struck the tree only a few feet away from my head. The blast made me recoil instinctively and it felt as if a root came out of the ground and grabbed my ankle, pulling me down. My mouth opened to scream but no noise
Little WolfLittle Wolf lived in the woods with her grandmother.Little Wolf7 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
Every afternoon she'd walk barefoot down the path through the trees to the creek. That was as far as she dared go alone. Her grandmother warned her to be careful and to always be home before dark. Strange things hunted in the forest, looking for little wolves just like her.
For the most part, she was content to splash in the water and chase the silvery schools of fish, but sometimes she wished for someone else to join her. She could still remember a time, from very long ago, when she lived with her mother and father in town.
Towns were nothing like the quiet forest. There was always someone to talk to or play with and there were many strange foods to eat. Towns were busy and noisy and filled with other wolves, and when she lived in town she didn't have to hunt.
She was lonely living with just her grandmother.
One day, she heard an unfamiliar sound crashing down the path on the other side of the creek. She had stayed later
To MargaretExcerpts from a tattered and bloodied journal found amongst the remains of a ruined campsite:To Margaret2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
To my dearest Margaret,
Although I suspect you will never see these words, the solitude of my flight west has weighed heavily upon me the past few weeks, and I feel some small comfort in talking to you through these pages. For the moment, I believe that I have evaded my jailors, and have set up camp inside of a shallow cluster of rocks surrounded by dense underbrush.
Tonight is much colder than the last, and my extremities feel heavy and numb. The ink is drying in the pen as I write, so I will keep this brief: I miss you. I still keep the kerchief you gave me tucked into the pocket over my left breast, though your scent has long since abandoned its folds. I long to hold you in my arms again, and bounce Timothy on my knee, but I must reach Fort Blackthorne in the west. It is the only way I can clear my name.
Also, my love, there is something else. I believe I am being watched. I’ve only
Echo - Chapter 17EchoEcho - Chapter 172 years ago in Romance More Like This
On the bridge, Harkness watched the sky turn light, golden traces of morning trailing its fingers on the waves across the water. The dry breeze flitted through his hair, fluttering at the loose strands. He focused on nothing in the distance as he tasted the bitterness of tobacco on his tongue. The only reprieve came when Lana bumped his shoulder to relieve him of duty and his thoughts. Just for a moment.
"Any trouble last night?" she asked, leaning against the railing next to him. She smelled like gun oil and Gary's special Mirelurk cakes.
"Brock came out for a smoke," Harkness replied. "That's it." Taking out the box of cigarettes from his pocket, he offered her one. She declined, sniffling at him in a disapproving manner.
"Take some time off?" she suggested, telling Harkness easily that he looked like shit. Harkness had no answer for her. He ended his shift by throwing the spent cigarette down into the water far below. He crossed the bridge, his body
A Revolving DoorTo be honest, this wasn't a technique or ability Cian had really used, at least not in the last millennia or so of his life. Looking for someone, anyone was something he had never done, and now he was trying to find one out of an infinite number of people in the known (to him) universe. The idea was daunting, but as he shut his eyes and blocked out the world of Sesmia, the smell of the muddy air, the heat and humidity that would have strangled him, Cian found this to be almost peaceful. There was something natural about the feeling of blocking out everything, reaching out with only abilities, and moving his essence through space. Bodies were such limiting things, but Cian's power, his being, all of that was so much stronger.A Revolving Door3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
On any other given day Cian would have described space as empty, cold, silent, and nothingness. Yet, as he strode it like this, it was almost colorful. He could feel all of the life withi
A Matter of InterpretationI've a confession.A Matter of Interpretation6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I groaned. The time and place for conscience clearing was no where even remotely near now. The loud rumble echoing from the cave's depths was no fairy princess, and I had a feeling he was about to ruin my good mood.
Can't it wait?
He shook his head, the torch light flickering.
No, Sonya, I fear I may have-
He fidgeted. There were reasons I worked alone, and John Storm was a glaring example. He had tricked me when he swore to both his god and mine there was no possible danger we could encounter in the caves. His 'it's perfectly safe' should have been the tip off he was not to be trusted.
I fear I misinterpreted the text, he said at last.
The bit about the dragon.
His voice was a whisper, but his words drowned out the ominous mystery rumble that was slowly becoming not quite so much of a mystery.
You mean that dead thing I'm not supposed to worry about?
Because You Helped MeMercutio heard his own breath come in ragged hiccups as he stared at the grass in front of him. The tree he was leaning on was a good support, not the best, but it was keeping him upright. For now. He tried so hard not to notice it when Cian walked into his line of vision, but it was impossible not to. Cian planted himself in front of Mercutio, all of his body in direct sight. Mercutio shivered as he heard Cian take in a breath to speak.Because You Helped Me3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What are you talking about?" Cian asked.
Oh you know exactly what I'm talking about. Mercutio thought spitefully, even though he was painfully aware of the fact that Cian actually knew nothing of Mercutio's situation. And it wasn't that he was trying to find a way to hurt Mercutio right now. In fact, from the tone and inflection of his voice, it was easy to say Cian was concerned. Rightfully so, really, because wouldn't anyone be
Sound in my SoulSound in my Soul4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
My heart begins to beat
To the silent,slow and sweet
Sound in my soul.
I began to lose control
Of everything I know
I felt as pure as snow.
Out of everything I had
This feeling made me glad.
How could I have survived so long
Without this beautiful song?
Im starting to believe
That this feeling will never leave.
I begin to sing aloud
Im on the brink,
About to overflow
Lets get this going
And start the show.
My Heavily Caffeinated Heart 4My Heavily Caffeinated Heart 44 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My Heavily Caffeinated Heart
Macchiato Part 2
The coloured lights pulsed and reflected off every surface, every cocktail and every bottle showcased in the shelving behind the bar. The sweaty throng of dancers flocked together, twisting their bodies to the rhythmic shapes of the music in the humid air. They worshipped the DJ, elevated on his podium. They were his disciples and we would join in their cause.
"What do you reckon?" I raised my voice to ask Chris.
"Seems alright but I want a drink." He responded and turned to the bar
"Nah, no, no, get out there and scout the war zone. I'll get the drinks."
Chris raised his blonde eyebrows once, glanced towards the bar longingly and then finally spun on his heels and trudged towards the dance floor. I swaggered up to the bench, looking around at the other people eagerly awaiting service. I ordered two beers for Chris and myself. Turning abruptly, I accidentally knocked the arm of a dark haired guy who was carrying three drinks, causin
I'm Not the Marrying KindI'm not the marrying kind.I'm Not the Marrying Kind3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have stones in my hair instead of flowers,
And a rosebush of thorns is more poignant to me.
I'm not the marrying kind.
My words aren't pretty or wise,
And I can't sing about anything but a broken heart.
I'm not the marrying kind.
I am the sort of damaged you see in an old recorder,
And the kind of old in an instrument that breaks into a billion pieces at a touch.
I'm not the marrying kind.
Neither neat, nor tidy, nor correct in my behavior,
And yes, I did in fact tell you to fuck yourself.
I'm not the marrying kind.
I do not stay silent in arguments,
And I like to lie compulsively, just to see your face change.
I'm not the marrying kind.
I am not the ideal of any lady, nor her likes,
And I do not allow any man to walk all over me.
No. I am not the marrying kind.
But I do like the idea of a little girl with her mo
Karma in the Hollows1.Karma in the Hollows3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sir Reginald almost felt sorry for the warlock. His ragged clothes and scarred face were proof of a life of hardship in the Hollows. Whatever turned him to the forbidden arts had cost him his life.
"My family," the warlock said.
The man he'd killed, a known murderer, lay in pool of filth. If he'd used a sword instead of magic, Sir Reginald could have spared him.
First an apple and then a loaf of bread. Talis hid both under his thread-bare tunic as he slipped out of the kitchen and into the courtyard. For all their talk of forgiveness, the Templars would have lopped off both his hands if they caught him.
His stomach growled. Sanda wasn't old enough to steal, Mum was a mess, and Father was god knows where.
Talis hated him sometimes.
When he pushed her up against the wall she let him. It was a Templar's right, and this one was no stranger to the Hollows.
Out of his armor, he was pitifully exposed. He didn't feel the knife until it was too late.
"For my husband, you bastard, and m
In This Shell“You don't have to be so difficult,” Cas said.In This Shell1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Communication Assistance System, or Cas for short, was a jumble of circuits and contradictory pathways in a silver case strapped to her wrist. It should have responded to her questions in the same calm, detached manner as the last Cas unit she'd owned. Instead, it seemed to have gotten stuck on argumentative. Most of the time, Mika was amused, but other times, it was downright irritating. Sometimes, she suspected Cas was even smarter than it let on.
She braced herself against the wall as another rumble shook the tunnels. Tremors weren't unusual on the station, but Mika hadn't gotten used to them in the few short months she'd been there. She grown up a colony brat, accustomed to the open air and red skies. Being confined to one small building on a tiny asteroid orbiting the planet was a hard adjustment. The smell of recycled oxygen combined with dust from the tremors made her nose itch.
“I'm not being difficult,”
RejectedHe was there when she rounded the corner. She cursed her own stupidity for not letting the vampire hunter handle things like she should have. But Ella had thought the vampire's interest was just a passing thing.Rejected6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ella, he said, I've tried to stay away, but I had to see you.
He blocked the stairs to her apartment. Not that she was fast enough to out run him anyway, but she liked to think she had a chance. Heck, if she could get the door open, there was hope.
His fangs dented his lower lip as he smiled.
Go away, Edmond, she said, but in her heart, she knew it was hopeless.
He barely acknowledged anything she said these days, and what he did accept, he twisted to suit his own insanity. He had convinced himself they were more than casual acquaintances; she had barely said more than hello.
Don't be like that. All I want is a minute.
I'm not interested.
He sighed, a pale hand sliding through his hair.
Don't fight this, he
Orianna LoL Fanfic The Journey Episode 1Orianna LoL Fanfic The Journey Episode 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-Who are you? - Orianna's voice was that of a robot, sloppy arrangements of technological sounds that tried to mimic that of a human.
-My daughter Orianna, my name is Corin Reveck and I am your father.(...)
(...) The ball, her companion, her protector, her pet, was always there when she needed it, ever since the day her father gave it to her as her first birthday present.
(...)Though Orianna had done an excellent job, it didn't seem to bring the attention of her teammates. She expected to interact with them, but it didn't go that way. Her ball, aware of the situation unlike her, gave her a look and made some noises.
The journey from Piltover to the Institute some days before was lo