Late for our wedding - JohnXJane Shepard“I can’t believe we’re going to be late for our own wedding.” Jane Shepard huffed in annoyance. She blew a stray strand of her hair that had fallen free of her pony tail. She had it up today; their wedding planner had gotten a hair stylist to dress it up in this fancy bun to counter the lower cut wedding dress she had. Of course, John always thought she looked beautiful. It didn’t matter if her hair was up, down, or strewn out when she was asleep, he always found her radiant and alluring. Her emerald eyes had darkened substantially with agitation as she glowered toward him. “You know its bad form for the bride and groom to show up together John.” Jane snipped in a low growl of a voice.Late for our wedding - JohnXJane Shepard2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
John sank further into his seat in the sky car. He gripped the steering wheel tight and stared out at the sky trying to stay on course. “Come on Janie, you know I’m not good with dates.” He let out a pitiful sigh, waiting for her to smack him up
You Know You're A Browncoat..YOU KNOW YOU'RE A BROWNCOAT WHEN . . . (!!!!!SPOILER ALERT!!!!!)You Know You're A Browncoat..8 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. Youve been admiring and drooling over that gorgeous calf-length military-style brown velvet coat in the Newport News catalog.
2. You actually own said gorgeous calf-length military-style brown velvet coat.
3. You refer to your car/truck/SUV/RV/dromedary camel as your boat.
4. You keep plastic dinosaurs on the dashboard of your car/truck/SUV/RV/dromedary camel.
5. You play with said plastic dinosaurs, complete with dialogue to the effect of Everything looks good from here. Yes, this is a fertile land and we will thrive. We will rule over all this land, and we will call it . . . This Land!
6. You fear the Alliance more than you fear the combined forces of terrorists, inflation, and Ted Kennedy.
7. You insist upon calling your sleaziest friend Badger.
You Know You Write Too Much...You Know You Write Too Much When...You Know You Write Too Much...6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
. . . when you find it scary that you're the same age as one of your charactersonly she has two boyfriends and you have none.
. . . when that fact depresses you, even a little.
. . . when every waking minute is consumed by ravenous plot bunnies.
. . . when you carry a tattered, scribble-filled notebook with you everywhere for fear of being unable to write down any ideas that may strike while you're at Wal-Mart.
. . . when going to the airport and walking through the terminal makes you wonder about another character of yours and if her dad would let her go globetrotting alone.
. . . when the answer to that question is "YEP!"
. . . when you know that that same character would get to travel in Daddy's private jet, too.
. . . when you realize that ANOTHER of your story characters nearly died in a car wreck when she was only a little older than you.
. . . when you find yourself constantly editing and rewriting things because you're plagued wi
This Organized LifeWe are having dinner at a place I cant afford. Carl has gotten into middle age at some point, complete with good posture and brown loafers. Hoping he plans to pay but erring on the side of caution, I order soup.This Organized Life7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It is not awkward. We speak easily as ever, despite the pricey menu, Carls shoes, and the last time he and I stood yelling in a room together, each so loud the words became one great indistinguishable noise.
Im so glad we ran into each other, he says. The waiter pours more wine. I begin to assume he is going to pay; that is what a man his age does when he brings a woman to a restaurant like this. You always said it, and its still true: I rely on statistics to predict Carls behavior.
Carl takes another sip of his wine, and I think about you. You do not know where I am. I have avoided thinking of you precisely to avoid guilt, and now I arrive at the thought of you and find it filled instead with weary affection. You do not know where I am
Halo: Mass Effect CH 15UNSC: Date 2553Halo: Mass Effect CH 154 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Shepard stormed into the embassy lounge. Trailing behind him were Ashley and the Master Chief. They thought it was a rescue mission, but he was used to eliminate someone's past. He didn't like that at all. Shepard marched up to Nassana Dantius, who seemed to look like there was nothing wrong.
"You lied to me!" Shepard accused, "You used me to kill your sister!"
"I see you found out then" Nassana said with a slight sigh, "I am sorry I had to mislead you. I couldn't let anyone find out what happened. If the Council found out that my sister was a mercenary, I would be considered a security risk. Now that she is gone, I don't have to worry about that"
"Don't use me for your dirty work. Get someone else to help instead"
"I am sorry for not telling you everything. We have trust issues in my family"
"Obviously" Ashley commented
Shepard and his squad left the embassy lounge. The minute he left the door, Dr. Halsey called him through his helmet com.
"Commander Shepard, we have a
Mass Effect 3 - A Video Game ReviewMass Effect 3 - A Video Game Review2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
it's often rare that I get requests to review movies, but when I do, I consider it a challenge, but a challenge that is worth taking on if I can get my hands on a copy of the film. But it's even more conflicting when I get demands to review a video game. Unlike movies where I can just go online to find them and, if I'm lucky, watch them, with video games, I have to buy them, which means using money I don't have since most money I do get, I send towards paying off my car payments or paying my college tuition, which is generally why I'm inclined to say no when asked to review a particular video game. But when three people ask me, no, beg me to review a video game just because they want to set an example against a company who made it, I can't help but feel some sense of expectation to deliver what they want and the feeling to speak my mind.
With that out of the way, let's talk about "Mass Effect 3," one of the more controversial games in recent years for two reasons: first one being that
XCOM: Enemy Beyond: PrologueThe scout was small, a three-man craft. They were thrown out at likely locations by the hundreds, crewed by only the most common and least valued troops. The odds of one of them ever finding a viable target was near zero.XCOM: Enemy Beyond: Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Even a one in a million chance pays off sometimes.
The scout was damaged by a chance encounter with a rogue asteroid, only reawakening when it was caught in the gravity well of a planet. It was too late for the grav-wave engines to activate, so the revived crew desperately tapped at unresponsive controls as they plummeted through the atmosphere towards the deserts of New Mexico. They did not survive the landing.
Their last panicked signals drifted through space, taking fifty years to reach their destination. The leaders received the data and changed their heading, moving towards a small blue world. They activated their engines and were gone.
A single basic ship, shattered into ten thousand pieces by an impact that turned sand to glass. This was humanity's first cont
Halo: Mass Effect CH 19UNSC Date: 2553Halo: Mass Effect CH 193 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
On Feros, Shepard had finally defeated the Thorian. A sac on the wall started moving, which got Shepard's attention. The sac wiggled, and then it burst open. An asari slipped out, and she landed on her knees. Shepard signaled for Ashley and Kaidan to be ready to fire. The asari slowly and gingerly got up to face Shepard and his squad.
"I..I'm free. I suppose I should thank you for releasing me" the asari said
"Are you alright?" Shepard asked
Shepard motioned for Ashley and Kaidan to stand down. Ashley was reluctant, but she complied after Kaidan took his hand away from his pistol.
"I..I should be, in time. I'm Shiala. I serve I served Matriarch Benenzia, and Saren. I was given to this Thorian so Saren can extract information. Once he was finished, he ordered the geth to kill him" Shiala explained
"Matriarch Benenzia worked for Saren? How is that possible? Asari Matriarchs are among the strongest and most intelligent beings in the galaxy. How can one fall under Sa
ARC EnemiesThree ARC-170 fighters leapt into realspace and immediately keyed in their sensor systems as they scanned the area around them for signs of activity.ARC Enemies1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“This is Gamma Three, I've got nothing on scope.”
“Gamma Two here, confirmed. Not reading anything, though those asteroids out to starward might be blocking our scans.”
Lieutenant Gran Torval looked over his own systems once again, confirming what his wingmen were telling him. “Copy that. Hodge, can you confirm anything within the asteroids?”
“Sweep says we're clean Lieutenant.” called back Davri Hodge from his cockpit. “Not getting any reading from the asteroids, there could be something there but unless you want to go fly around in that mess we're not going to know.”
Gran considered his options for a moment, he could order his flight into the asteroids to check out the possibility of any hostile presence, this was the stretch of the trade lane that had been getting hit over the
XCOM: Enemy Beyond 1: Devil's MoonThe four soldiers sat in the Skyranger, each nervous for different reasons.XCOM: Enemy Beyond 1: Devil's Moon2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Do you have any idea what it is we're fighting?" Akemi asked the heavily-built Russian on her left.
"I don't know," Vinogradov said, "but I look forward to it." The Russian was a bear of a man, with a gravelly voice from years of smoking. He examined his gun again. It was bulky but well-designed, and it fit comfortably into his hand. "What is this weapon?" he asked. "It looks like the SG 550, but different."
"It's custom-made for us," Armstrong, the American, said. "Whoever these XCOM guys are, they're well-funded."
"You need to be well-funded," Sanchez said, "if you're going to fight off an alien invasion."
"Aliens, they told you?" Armstrong laughed. "Yeah, right. Probably just some militant nutjob set off a bomb."
"We weren't joking, Geoff," a voice said over the radio, making the American jump. It issued from speakers in the walls, just above their heads. "This mission is being designated Operation Devil's
What A Wonderful WorldIt was so pretty the day that they told me that I had cancer. The sun was shining and I could hear the birds chirping outside. My husband of ten years was sitting beside me, his still young face furrowed in concern.What A Wonderful World5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Mrs. Lizborden " I really couldn't tell you what they told me; I didn't want to hear them at all. It wouldn't do anything for my soul. " only three months to live ..so sorry." I felt small tears streaming down my face and still I was smiling; I always smiled. I hoped that when these three months were done that I'd still be smiling.
"Do I have to stay in the hospital?" I asked softly. The doctor shook his head. "Then I'd like to check out love and I'd like to see the world with the time that I have left." How my love looked at me then and smiled knowing that I was going to live for as long as I could and to its fullest.
"Alright," he replied and kissed my pale hand, "we'll do just that." The doctor nodded once more and left us in the room. My loving husb
wanting to grown pt6"Ohhhh .." Chris let out a soft moan as he lay on the ground. Small beads of sweat had started to gather on his widening belly. With every swallow of the massive growth serum,he felt pounds upon pounds of fat being piled onto his once small and skinny frame.wanting to grown pt65 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chris tried to wipe the sweat from underneath his eyelid, but found it difficult to move his arm, due the constricting fat in his way. His vision was starting to get blurred, his cheeks filling up and slightly closing up the bottom half on his eyes. He also found it harder and harder to move his head around, as so many large chins were doubling beneath every minute.
His belly let out a soft moan, begging for relief of the serum. Chris wasn't even able to look over the massive dome.
"Hmp, you seem fine for the moment. I'm going to leave for a little while, okay, dear?" Chris could barely hear her over the sound of the roaring machine. Only her tall stalleto shoes seemed to make any resounding noise
The Royal Hostage: Chapter OneThe Royal HostageThe Royal Hostage: Chapter One5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter One: Abduction
The bag hit the table with a dull thump. In the darkened room where he was being held captive, Luca could smell the hamburger and fries before he could see them. Luca's stomach rumbled. He hadn't eaten anything for almost two days.
"C-could you... my hands," said Luca, faintly.
His guard unlocked Luca's handcuffs. Although his fingers were nearly numb, Luca didn't care. He tore the paper wrappings off the food and wolfed it down. The feeling of fullness that quickly followed was not just a physical relief, although he immediately felt happier once the hunger pains subsided. The food also dispelled some of the acute, sickening sense of dread. The warm sensation in his belly was the first and only pleasant thing that had happened to Luca since the beginning of the whole horrific situation.
After he had finished every last crumb left in the bag, Luca carefully licked each of his fingers. Then he crossed his arms behind his back and docilely
Robotech: The Lost BrotherHe stopped and placed her on the ground "It's alright we're clear now. I managed to stop the bleeding and a Beta will be here soon to evac us back to the Iwo Jima."Robotech: The Lost Brother6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She replied gasping for breath "It hurts bad give me something so I can go in with no pain."
"If I give you morphine your heart beat will slowdown and it would kill you." He said removing her helmet and lowered her head to help her breath.
"Tell me something please so I can forget the pain and before I go please tell me what " She said has he cleaned her face of blood.
"Alright I'll tell you the story again." He said as she touched his unshaved face with a bloody hand.
"Tell me it and tell me what...I...what I mean to you?" she replied crying.
FEBUARY 3, 2009 CVS-101
Daniel stood next his camouflaged Veritech "I can't believe their making us fly around in these things it like a bad cartoon show sir." he said as his friend and leader showed up he stood at attention, leaving his sun gl
Having a Freakout“Is she still sedated?”Having a Freakout9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Seems that way, she's isn't moving.”
Voices. The voices were all around me. Unfamiliar. Where was I?
“Do you think those bindings will hold her?”
“Let's hope we don't find out.”
I shifted. My mind was groggy. What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I move?
“Hey, her heart rate is increasing.”
I wanted to open my eyes. They were so heavy. Everything was heavy. My whole body, heavy.
“Crap, I think she's waking up!”
Open. Open. OPEN!
My eyes were open. I knew that, I could feel my lids opening and closing as I blinked rapidly. So why couldn't I see? What was over my face? It was hard and cold. I didn't like it. I panicked and lashed out.
My whole world rocked, and suddenly everything was spinning. There was an alarm blaring. What was going on? Then my world bucked and a terrifying crunching screech sounded as everything came to a jarring halt. The metal thing on my f
Crash: OddsCrash: Odds3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dinui walked into the headquarters, slinging her rifle over her shoulder. She walked up to the front desk, taking her helmet off. She looked around for someone, waving down a NCR trooper, who looked at her strangely before walking over to her. "How can I help you, ma'am?" He asked, looking at her.
Dinui wore her red hair short, most of it in a bun. Her green eyes looking at the young man, barely out of his teens, looking back at her, staring at her. "I am looking for a Major Knight. Sergeant Foley told my captain and I to check in with him. The captain is cleaning up his armor from the fire fight we helped your men out." Dinui said, resting her hands on the counter.
"You're the one's Foley was talking about. Alright." The trooper said, he pulled out bag from under the counter full of what sounded like to Dinui scrap metal. "Two hundred caps as payment. Our standard reward for aiding the troopers in the area. And Major Knight will be back tomorrow, so com back then."
Dinui opened the ba
Retake the SkyRetake the Sky1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The wanzer bucked violently, jolting Davin awake from his nap. He flipped his external cameras on and sure enough, the unit was underfire from the beach. Enemy triple A, tanks, and wanzers were firing on them from the dropzone. Time to go to work then. Davin slipped his feet into the control sleeves and gripped the arm controls. His licked his lips as he watched the beach come closer and closer, flexing his hands nervously as he watched the incoming fire.
“I'm hit!” someone shouted over the com.
Davin turned his head to watch one of his platoon-mates go plummeting into the water as his helo went down in flames. The wanzers were rated for up to ninety meters below the surface, any deeper and they'd be crushed. Thankfully the water there wasn't that deep. Two more of his mates were shot out of the air, one of them fatally. Davin's helo flew over the beach and he barked out the order.
“Deploy deploy deploy!”
The thrice repeated command released his wanzer from its
i hopehi there.i hope5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
i hope you know that sometimes i'll call you in the middle of the night for no particular reason except to giggle to your hundred-miles-away voice and tell you how much i wish you were beside me.
i hope you know that whenever i see sun-kissed cheeks and raised eyebrows i think of you and your skinny smile and how it would light up your otherwise porcelainpretty eyes.
i hope you know that occasionally i step into a phone booth just for the heck of it, pick up the receiver, punch your number in and listen to the dial tone. that whenever i ruin my shoes in rain and pavement it brings a smile to my face and coaxes a thoughtful touch from my fingers.
i hope you're glad that now you've made me look twice at every empty seat and contemplate scarred wood and broken plastic. you've made me open my eyes -just a tad- to squint at certain possibilities in the distance - they may not be clear, but at least they exist, instead of just being maybe's and if's and but-you're-never-going-to-RE
Halo: Mass Effect CH 16UNSC: Date 2553Halo: Mass Effect CH 164 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Shepard, Linda, Tali, and the Arbiter left the Normandy and approached a man who was near the docks.
"Fai Dan saw your ship. He wants you to see him right away" the man told Shepard urgently
"We will see him. Are you hurt?"
"No. Fai Dan should be beyond the stairs" the man said
That was all the man was able to say before he got thrown five feet in the air by a geth rocket. Shepard ordered his squad into cover. There was already a geth present, and several more were on their way.
"Linda, take out the ones further from us. Arbiter, Tali, you two help me take out the ones closer to us" Shepard ordered
Three green acknowledgement lights winked on, and everyone moved into action. Tali overloaded a geth trooper's shields, and the Arbiter fired off some bullets with his Carbine. A second geth trooper started firing at them, forcing them back into cover. Tali saw that the geth trooper didn't have shields, so she got to work on hacking the geth trooper.
While Tali was controllin
Venice BeachVenice BeachVenice Beach2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pine trees. Nothing but pine trees was all that Justin could see as he drove south out of Houston. He traveled on a four-lane highway but most of the traffic and businesses were on the Interstate several miles away. On Justin’s route, there wasn’t much to break the monotony on this sunny, warm afternoon.
But suddenly there was. A sign along the side of the road said “Venice Beach, 10 Miles.” Justin thought back to his days as a teenager when he had often dreamed of being a big bodybuilder strutting around on Muscle Beach. He imagined his skinny physique transformed into a thick, beefy muscular one that drew attention and admiration. Now, ten years later, Justin was no longer a thin eighteen-year old. A serious weightlifting program, begun in his junior year in high school, had added sixty pounds of muscle over the years. However, continued “eating to bulk up” even after his training was diminishing and a love of beer had caused his total