Requiem: Death LettersRequiem: Death Letters4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Leeds is the first awake. Shadows of his dreams still echo in his eyes when he paces into the kitchen and startles her.
"You're too quiet." She smiles.
He doesn't. "Did you sleep?"
"I couldn't," she says.
He just nods. She pours him coffee. He drowns it in milk and sugar. They welcome the morning in companionable silence.
"I wanted to be there for him." It's a whisper. He stares at the coffee mug in his hands, seeing something very different. "I saw him get hit. I wanted to be there so bad. I would have gone in, but Vance held me back. Probably saved my life.
"Zack." He stops, almost overwhelmed, then forces himself to go on. "I would do anything for him. I would die for him. But I couldn't be there." His eyes are rimmed with tears.
She lays her hand over his.
Leeds wipes his face.
SH - The Russian Ballerina 4Sherlock Holmes was rapidly coming to realise something. It is difficult and uncomfortable to ride pillion on a dirt-bike, even at the best of times.SH - The Russian Ballerina 45 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Especially when it is being controlled by a teenager whose general scatter-brained air and drug habits were common-knowledge to all who knew him.
And, as said teenager was traversing London's darkened, rain-slicked streets with a reckless disregard for the state of his bike or his passenger's spine, in a desperate attempt to prevent the death of Sherlock's niece, this could hardly be considered as the best of times . . .
The brakes howled as Banjo's dirt bike skidded to a halt at a curb, the battered Ford Fiesta following them screeching to a stop and missing them by all of six inches.
As the occupants of the Fiesta scrambled out, Sherlock tore the helmet from his head and gasped as the cool air hit him.
"She must be clos-" He began but he froze as a sound sliced through the air.
A gunshot like a distant crack of thunder.
Then a desperate
My Murderous FriendsDraw your swords you murderous men.My Murderous Friends4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Draw nigh with your arrows dipped in poison.
Let your lying lips come close to my ear.
Let your deceitful eyes meet mine.
The time has come once again.
The time to reveal your true nature.
You live to shed blood, my "friends".
You live to watch me suffer.
Come now, and pierce my heart once again,
with words that slaughter my very soul;
that cause my life to bleed out inside of me,
with rivers of tears that seem to have no end.
Come. Stare at my suffering,
with pitiless eyes that know no empathy;
with lips shaped in joyous smiles.
With laughter and joy, dance around my pain.
Your venomous words penetrate my being.
I stumble from all the pain of your poison.
Light and life is slowly drained.
Shrouding me in darkness
Have I pleased you now my "friends"?
In the midst of my pain, I see you laughing.
Surely my suffering was not in vain,
For you are happy.
The earth is made drunk by my blood.
Blood shed to satisfy your evil thirst.
You wield weapons t
She's So LovelyHe wanted to scream.She's So Lovely4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Not because he was afraid, or sad, or nervous, or angry no, it was more than that. It wasn't just because of those emotions, it was entirely because of those emotions, all thrown in a blender and set to eternal puree, meant to consistently grind on him until he just curled into a ball or threw himself out the window. The window-throwing wouldn't do much good, but it at least held the possibility of putting him out of his misery.
Being a teenager was awkward enough, but finally figuring out his emotions just made it all the worse. Why now, when he was gawky and had that nose to deal with? Why not earlier, when he was still known as "cute little Rory", or even, why not later, when he was older and done with the growing and the awkwarding and maybe was a bit more on-par with her? Well maybe he probably would never be in her league but that didn't matter! and why not even
Okay. Okay. Breathe.
Why Crossovers are a Good IdeaSupernatural: "I'm not a hero. I'm not strong enough."Why Crossovers are a Good Idea3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Doctor Who: "I'm no hero. I really am just a madman in a box."
Sherlock: "Heroes don't exist, and if they did I wouldn't be one of them."
Merlin: "No need to be a hero, Merlin, it really doesn't suit you."
Iron Man 3: "Heroes. There is no such thing."
Avengers: "I still believe in heroes."
Principalities and PowersThe angels that did not keep their proper domain Jude 1:6Principalities and Powers4 years ago in Settings More Like This
The angels who sinned II Peter 2:4
[Commission] GermanyxReader (school confessions)First request! 8D[Commission] GermanyxReader (school confessions)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I hope you guys enjoy the German fluff!
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"Ah~ the sweet smell of German air!" You giggled as you paced forward down the almost empty hallways.
It has been a year since you've left the country of Germany to study abroad in England. There you've met a nation by the name of Arthur Kirkland and the both of you became like family in an instant. You were always so intrigued by the Victorian period and all the other wonderful literature and rich history that England had so when you got a scholarship to study in England, you didn't even think twice.
You could still remember your chats with England that had Germany involved. You saw Germany, or Ludwig, as someone intimidating and strict but when England shoved all of those personal encounters with Germany, you felt your heart flutter at the innocence that you thought Germany never had.
"I guess I judged him wrongly he's actual
DW: Crop CirclesFor nut-tree, the best Companion a Time Lord could ask for!DW: Crop Circles4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Though he couldn't put a finger on it, when Rory woke up that morning, he had a sneaking, inexplicable suspicion it was going to be one of those days.
He found Amy in the kitchen, angrily pacing about with her mobile in hand, dialling furiously. The sight immediately made him apprehensive, because an angry Amy with a phone in hand was never a good sign. Actually, it didn't matter what she had in hand. If she was angry enough, it usually ended up being thrown against a wall at some point.
"What's the matter?" Rory asked, trying to appear pacifying as he walked over to pull the whistling kettle off the stove.
Amy muttered a few things into the mouthpiece before shutting it a minute later and taking a breath to calm herself. "That daft Time Lord is late."
Rory handed her an apple in passing her on his way to the cupboard. She accepted it with a kiss on his cheek, and R
Fallout 5: Dream SequelThe game opens to the sound of "Fly me to the Moon" by Frank Sinatra and the sight of atomic bombs going off over the surface of the Earth from orbit. After the bombs fall the planet begins to speed up with imposed images of the fall of Raven Rock, the destruction of the Enclave Oil Rig, and members of the Enclave fleeing to a new location, while zooming into the Florida peninsula revealing a mist covered jungle. As the song begins to fade out and the noise of the jungle and gunfire takes over, the camera zooms in on cave beneath the canopy of the forest, revealing a Vault Door. Cut to black, and we hear the immortal words, "War. War Never Changes."Fallout 5: Dream Sequel2 weeks ago in Settings More Like This
Florida, 2297: You are a dweller of Vault 121, one of the few Control Vaults built to house the best and brightest of America without any experimentation. 20 years ago the vault was taken over by members of the Enclave that survived the destruction of Raven Rock in the Capital Wasteland. The vault has been resealed and Vault 121 has enjoyed
The Empty ChildThe Empty ChildThe Empty Child3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear everything too loudly
I am falling apart
I grew up too fast
I am still a child
I cannot stand still
I see every detail
I cannot remember what I'm doing
I talk about dinosaurs and doctors and darkrooms
I cry for no reason
I do not have the ability to cry now
I see the world differently
I wish you saw it like me
I have a puzzle to put together
I wonder if you'll help me
I hear a song and must sing it
I see a picture and must take it
I see a world, a broken world
I want to fix that, too
I want to play
I need to work
I close my eyes and fall asleep
I remember everything
I forget my head
I stand in blue light
I see the world in shades of blue
I am lost
I have been waiting for you
I am the empty child
Are you my mommy?
the astrologists.there was a boy i once knew.the astrologists.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He used to teach me about the universe—
how planets are actually small atoms that
make up galaxies, and how the stars we see
are really just particles that make up infinity.
He taught me the forgotten history behind the stars,
and how they were so much more
than just flaming orbs of gas.
"The stars were once worlds,"
he would tell me.
"They once were planets,
and now that's all they have left to be."
there was a boy i once knew,
and he used to teach me about Fiddler's Green
and Spaceship Earth. He told me what to say
to a person who's dying, and why astrologists
are the people to go to when you can't find your way.
"The astrologists were once mages,"
he would tell me, his wings
itching to be free.
"They once were lovers,
and now that's all they have left to be."
He used to talk for hours about what
he imagined it felt like to be reincarnated,
and why you feel most alive when you're
almost dead. He used
The Problem with Self InsertsThe Problem with Self InsertsThe Problem with Self Inserts3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
There is nothing wrong with inserting yourself into a story. Like anything, it can be well done or... not so well done. The fact is, the majority of people who tend to write about self inserts happen to be beginners. Naturally, that causes there to be a pattern of certain, specific mistakes that are frequently found whilst reading anything on the internet. The purpose of this deviation isn't to say that self inserts are bad. I'm simply going to point out the most common mistakes that we usually encounter.
1. Making ourselves better than we really are.
Don't be fooled by the word "better." This can be replaced with mysterious, deep, dark, tragic, romantic, lovable... anything we want. Maybe a mix of a few of those things. The point is, the version of ourselves will be biased.
2. Not making anything bad happen to yourself
Let's talk about the word "bad." Does this mean something, perhaps, like... getting a disease? No. It means anything that interferes with
On Eleven's RegenerationPart of me would laugh and part of me would cry and want to carve out the remains of my heart with a spoon if the Eleventh Doctor regenerated because he has the grace of a baby giraffe.On Eleven's Regeneration3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Ten's regeneration was showy, sacrificial, a fiery end for a man whose great tragedy was that he just wanted to be. He clung to every tie to humanity; he resisted leaving with everything he had. He felt his race was a curse upon him. He just wanted things to be quiet and so he got flames and noise.
Eleven is showy in his very being. He flounces and trips his way through life, all grins but for a bitter angry streak the length of a mop. He loves what he does, he throws everything he's got into it to cover up the fact that he feels like a walking failure. If you're too busy having fun, you don't have time to wallow in self-pity.
This is why I love him.
As we've seen, he is not at all afraid of sacrificing himself to save others, even if it means the very end of him, that he will be nothing more tha
Subjected in the shadow's: Chapter 2Sayia walked through the halls,feeling the eyes of the oni soldiers upon her.It didn't phase,or spook her,in fact her presence spooked them,did she care?No sayia was used to people being afraid of her. She knew she had nothing to be afraid of,just loosing her fellow shinagami's.She had finally entered the shinagami's gathering room,where the shinagamis sat in chairs as the shadow projected a hologram showing their briefing, intelligence,enemy faction weapons and vehicles,and their targets.Sayia sat in her chair which overlooked the round room she stared down them watching them chat and converse,besides yuki who spent most of her time humming her mothers song she wrote for her when she was a little girl.Subjected in the shadow's: Chapter 23 years ago in Settings More Like This
Suddenly a silhouette appeared in the middle of them all, smoking a cigarette,it was their leader,the infamous ONI shadow.The leader of ONI
"Good evening shinagamis."he softly spoke,like a gentleman.
"Good evening shadow sir."they quietly replied.
Greek NamesAchilles PainGreek Names7 years ago in Historical More Like This
Adrastos Does not run away
Aeolus Quick, Nimble
Mercenary 1-1MERCENARYMercenary 1-13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Blood is Beauty
Release One: Pages 1 - 3
THE COLD AIR in Baron Rorke's study did little to calm his nerves. He was expecting visitors this night and they were not the best of company. A shiver of dread ran down his spine and he spent most of the twilight hours staring out of a large window which stood behind his writing desk. It was amazing, he felt, how quickly a man could become attached to a life of luxury; only to be made painfully aware of how easy it was to lose it. War was always a frightening thing, even more so when one had the knowledge and sense to realise that it was no longer an exercise of glory, but a simple festival of bloodshed and cold murder. In war it did not matter if you impaled a stranger on the edge of your sword, such a thing would be punishable in any city or country, but in times of war it became an accepted norm. If the man in front of you wore a different colour, then it was alright to kill him, it was alright to rip him apart fo
ComposedComposed2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Auri jerks out of bed for a moment and glances around the her dark bedroom, waiting for her eyes to adjust. She sits up in bed and yawns before she reaches for the light switch on her lamp nearby when she hears a sudden creak of metal outside. The Four freezes for a moment and listens hard.
She hears the creak again only this time it is fainter, sounding off farther down.
Is someone trying to get in? the commander thinks to herself as she gets out of from under the warm covers. Once her bare feet hit the cold metal flooring, she's grateful she had slept in warm clothes. The winters at this base were brutal, the captain had told her and he was right. The Four reaches into her nightstand nearby and picks up her pistol before she pads quietly across the room to her door. She eases it open and glances out. Blue eyes squint into the darkness before she opens the door.
Silence greets the Spartan as she steps out into the dark hallway. She looks left and right before walking forw
Killing FloorKilling Floor5 years ago in Humor More Like This
7 am, turning on the computer
Gotta wake up, gotta get on steam
Gotta get my load, gotta have my bullpup
Checkin' my supplies, the wave is comin'
Tickin' on and on, everybody's British
Gotta get down to the trade stop
Gotta make my trades
I see my friends
Berserkin' in the front row
Sharpshooting in the back row
Gotta make my mind up
Which perk should I take?
It's Killing Floor Killing Floor
Gotta get down on Killing Floor
Everybody's looking forward to the next wave, next wave
Killing Floor Killing Floor
Gettin' down on Killing Floor
Everbody's lookin' forward to the next wave
Shoot em' up Shoot em' up (Yeah!)
Shoot em' up Shoot em' up (Yeah!)
Fuck, shit, I'm hit
I could really use a medic
7:45 we're shootin' in West London
Runnin' so fast, I want time to breathe
Survival, think about survival
You know what it is
You know your position
Pyro at my right-ay
I know my position
Siren on the right side
Flesh Pound on the left side
Gotta make my mind up
Which way do I run?
Subjected in the shadow's: Chapter 1The feminine figure laid on her bed, examining the white walls of her quarters,seeing all the pictures that crest had drew for her.On these pictures where figures,two with black banged hair, one with white hair with silver streaks,and one with a red goatee,short hair,and a sinister hell-hound smile,like that of a hungry wolf stalking its prey,getting ready for the kill.Subjected in the shadow's: Chapter 13 years ago in Settings More Like This
She turned on her back and looked at the white ceiling,sighing.She began to close her eyes as everything around her went silent and dark.
She awoke in a forest that seemed endless.The trees where all dead,gray,lowering down sometimes.She picked herself up and began to walk trying to find anyone in this dead forest.Suddenly a figure was seen,a small girl.She came close to her and reached out for her.
It was no female,it was a silhouette of a young girl.She wore a white dress,and held a stuffed bear.She began running.
The female however looked at her hand,and saw a JERICHO MK IV claw.She saw it, she was in the Shinagami a
you break it, you buy it.1. someone came up to me the other day, and told meyou break it, you buy it.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that if i didn't start using capital letters in my poems,
she wouldn't read any more of them.
i just told her in a quiet voice that i was tired of screaming
at people who would never listen.
the thing with me is that i always
read too much into things-
people, newspapers, fucks, metaphors.
and usually i fall in love with things that
could never love me back.
2. i destroy the things that mean
the most to me, and i've never gotten the hang
of writing in stanzas.
most days i walk around reciting numbers
and other people's poetry, but usually
i just count the seconds i spend falling apart and
avoiding the things that make me whole because
self-destruction will always be my forte.
3. broken people seem to have a way of finding each other.
like we work under this assumption that we can find
perfect in each other's missing pieces,
even though we all know two wrongs will never make a right
"do you want me to fuck you?" yo
Long Overdue1. When a distinguished but elderly scientist states that something is possible, he is almost certainly right; when he states that something is impossible, he is probably wrong.Long Overdue3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
2. The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little way past them into the impossible.
3. Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.
Arthur C Clarke, 'Profiles of the Future'.
"Ladies... nggggh... Ladies and... Gentleman..."
Sweat stood out on her forehead as she spoke. Bella looked pained, winces and twinges flickering across her impeccably made up countenance as she struggled to speak, the microphone catching every moan and laboured breath as she stumbled through her speech.
"Thank... thank you for coming..."
A murmur had arisen in the assembled crowd of reporters, disinterested onlookers to scientific achievement, they had waited for the section where Dr Bella Simmons would summarise what she had actually been working on in terms their target audi
The Problems With Stories Written by TeenagersDon't be offended at the title. "Teenagers" is just my way of saying "people who write unprofessional/shallow stories." Not all teenagers write shallow stories, it just sounds catchier.... Anyway.The Problems With Stories Written by Teenagers2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The first thing I want to make clear is: I'm not talking about anything mechanical in this deviation. Grammar/spelling is important (obviously), but that point has been beaten to death by people on the internet already. My purpose, as always, is to talk about the stories themselves, regardless of the way they are communicated. Whether it be through written word or on-the-spot narration, I believe there are certain tricks to telling good stories. Not rules, mind you. Tricks.
I don't believe that telling good stories is about what you "should" do, rather than what you shouldn't. Example: people generally hate Mary Sues, right? Well, sometimes I notice things that are "like" Mary Sues, in the sense that they're equally as shallow/unprofessional ways of telling stories. The purpose of this deviat
The HoldersThe HoldersThe Holders4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In any city, in any country, there's a mental institution or halfway house you can try any of these in. There were 2538 of these, but 2000 were lost. They must never come together. Ever.
Holder of the End
In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house in you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of the End". Should a look of child-like fear come over the workers face, you will then be taken to a cell in the building. It will be in a deep hidden section of the building. All you will hear is the sound of someone talking to themselves echo the halls. It is in a language that you will not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable fear.
Should the talking stop at any time, STOP and QUICKLY say aloud "I'm just passing through, I wish to talk." If you still hear silence, flee. Leave, do not stop for anything, do not go home, don't stay at an inn, just keep moving,
ODST Brotherhood prolugeWell...its been a year since reach....since i lost many friends and family,since i lost the love of my live,and...since i nearly lost my entire squad.But,i made a soul promise,i'd protect them with my life. I've had to many losses,but that ends this day.Heh listen to me rant i forgot to introduce myself, my name is Jack Christopher noeland.I'm and ODST (orbital drop sock trooper)i was a army soldier on reach....but thats past me now,i cant tell you the horrible memories i saw on that planet.Well anyways let me give you the rundown.Im a commander,and im with a unsc division thats always been known as the best of the best 1st disivion wolf pack.In second in command,and my right hand man,is my childhood friend,Dibs dubbo.He's austrailian,mean,and ready to kill the covenant,just the soldier i need for the second in command.He carries a pretty mean shotgun,its from when we where on reach,the special thing about it,is that it as tree barrels on it.He regrets what happened to us onODST Brotherhood proluge4 years ago in Settings More Like This