Never LoverNever Lover3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
What life brings upon us,
All those challenges in our lives,
So challenging for a normal being,
So impossible for a Jedi.
Yet I still love him.
He's grown up around it,
And so have I.
For all the things
I've never asked,
We should not, we're Jedi.
But I want his love.
Don't say. Don't whisper.
But I can't deny my feelings,
So Obi-Wan my never lover,
I love you...but I can't say it.
Gentle WisdomShe could have sat there for hours, listening to his wisdom and this was unusual for her, because like most younglings her age, she lacked a certain amount of patience.Gentle Wisdom2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But this was no ordinary Jedi Master speaking with her. He was the one who found her and brought her home and she loved him as most eleven year old females would adore their father.
"And then what did you do?" She asked almost breathlessly when he had paused in the storytelling.
"Well now, child," his warm deep voice responded, "I used a bit of gentle Force-persuasion and the creature actually spoke back to me."
The youngling's eyes grew wider as she sat even
Mother's Eyes (Star Wars)For as long as Ben could remember, his mother was always by his side. He could never have imagined what life would be like without her. But now she was gone, and all he had were memories of her, fourteen years of memories that were now so precious. There was a particular one that Ben knew he would never forget, a memory from a time before Jacen came into his life, before everything started to go wrongMother's Eyes (Star Wars)2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Mom!" Ben asked, "Who do you love most in the galaxy?"
Mara smiled, gazing at his face.
"Zonama Sekot? The stars? The Emperor?" Ben asked again.
Mara hugged him tightly, her hand stroking his hair, and whispered softly, "I like my lit
Takin out the trashThe shimmering blade of the blue 'saber cut through the darkness of night like a beacon, giving encouragement to those who followed him.Takin out the trash2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This was as it should be.
General Skywalker was once again back with his troops, and they had a job to do.
Anakin scowled into the night; his deep azure eyes narrowing with rage as he recalled what his Captain had told him, so many men of the 501st, the best of the best, needlessly cut down because of the stupidity of Jedi Master Pong Krell.
That was about to change...
General Skywalker led his troops further into the eternal darkness of Umbara, effortlessly striking down the remaining enemy which stood
LAST STAND -PART TWOLAST STAND PART 2:LAST STAND -PART TWO2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The pain and hate bubbled inside of his body causing his vision to cloud. Anakin didn't even feel as though he was connected with his body anymore, he was merely an outside spectator to what the hate inside of him was carrying out inside the Jedi Temple. The blade of his lightsaber whirled and slashed under the power of the hate cutting a path through the Jedi who were resisting.
It had to be the hate and not him. He needed it to be the hate. To think that his two hands were capable of the carnage he saw all around him was hard to come to terms with inside his mind. But he was doing it for Padmé and no one else. He
Boba Fett vs. PredatorBoba Fett vs. Predator3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Boba Fett vs. the Predator
The galaxy's best bounty hunter goes toe to toe with the galaxy's best game hunter.
Height-1.83 meters (6 feet)
Weight-? Likely estimate is late 100's to early/mid 200's
-constructed from duraplast, allowing it to sustain a great deal of damage without degrading
-wears a power armor liner. This liner shirt has a micro energy field projector and two layers of thin ceramic plates, in order to disperse physical and blast impacts, reducing injuries and likelihood of knockdowns. The power liner also gives him increased protection from fire, acid, intense heat, and cold.
-His main clothing is a r
What would I say to you...?What I would say to you,What would I say to you...?2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If your ears would listen.
As the tears on my face,
Rain down and glisten.
What I would say to you,
Less consumed by hate.
How I never betrayed you;
Yet the words come too late.
Our love was destined,
To survive but a time.
The memory of your smile,
Lingers still in my mind.
At our last caress,
Shadowed by the coming night .
I would hold you in darkness,
Until the morning light.
But my arms remain empty,
As they reach out for you.
My heart torn asunder,
Weeping as the morning dew.
The darkness crept upon us
And our love could not survive.
I continue on alone
Yet inside I'm not alive.
Last Stand -Part 1LAST STAND PART 1:Last Stand -Part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She remembered spending several frightful hours alone, and watching in despair and helplessness as flames consumed the Jedi Temple. The building had stood for countless years as a symbol of strength and freedom, yet now from across the distance which separated that building and her own apartment, she watched with stunned disbelief as thick gray smoke consumed the temple walls.
And, Anakin was there.
She hadn't heard from him that day. For some odd reason, she hadn't been able to get a simple com-link through.
But she knew.
Padmé did not possess that mystical energy known as the Force, but she shared an intense b
Reflections of LoveReflections of Love2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was unusually quiet as I stood on the towering balcony of my elegant apartment building absently gazing out at the dizzying array of traffic; the constant activity which exemplified Coruscant. I moved one hand to rest lightly against my rounded belly and felt life stirring within; the most precious sensation I had ever known.
As I stared out at the cityscape I found myself wondering the same thoughts which occupied my mind every moment of every day; when he would return? It seemed an eternity since I had last seen him; felt his arms protectively around me; his strength.
Before I met Anakin, I'd never realized how truly alone I could fe
Time to stop with the fake smilesSmile when it's genuine.Time to stop with the fake smiles2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cry when you need the release.
Yell when you feel the anger.
Drop when you feel defeated.
Rise when you are confident.
Fly when you are ready.
Breathe when you are comfortable.
Don't let anyone rush you.
I missed being wholeWhen? When was the time you felt complete?I missed being whole2 months ago in Emotional More Like This
When was the last you felt like your content?
Have you ever asked yourself these questions?
Well I guess all the time; it’s been what I’ve wished
for quite some time now.
I think the hunger never fades.
Content, a part of human nature that is hard to please.
Though I only want simple things.
A simple type of happiness that speaks volume.
What is this hunger all about?
Dear Diary- (Princess Celestia)Dear DiaryDear Diary- (Princess Celestia)5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well apparently Lulu did not find my little prank funny and decided to get revenge with a little prank of her own, by putting a clown face on me with a sealing charm. Well I guess I deserve it, but it is still embarrassing none the less. She finally removed it after 5 hours’ time, which was how long she was using the Royal Canterlot Voice for in Ponyville. Despite our embarrassment’s I think we both had a bit of fun at each other’s expense though, it’s good to be back to pranking each other and I look forward to continuing our little prank war as we did before the nightmare.
Speaking of Lulu I have been tr
NevermoreChapter 1: ReceiveNevermore5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
When night time shadows call,
Catching you unaware,
The things we do and things we say,
Will lead us to despair.
The night shadows will come and go
Haunting you by day and by night,
Sending turmoil through your body,
Giving your soul a fright.
The sunlight had begun shining down through my window greeting my awakening eyes with a blinding ray of warmth through the thick cotton of my aged comforter. I with a drowsy pace, push the blanket from my face finding myself staring up at the ceiling, observing each plank uniformly following one another to each side of the room. Rather than waking up to the sound of songbirds
Ravensongonce there was a butterflyRavensong6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
of red and violet hue;
and in all the ravens's forest,
the most beautiful to view.
her shimmer caught the raven's eye
and set him to take wing
to make her his one and only
precious shiny thing.
but she keeps just out of reach,
and though he calls and cries,
she will not wait for him, and so
he'll follow til he dies.
Lyra HaikuThis pony shall bringLyra Haiku7 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Hands across Equestria
So vote for Lyra
Lest We Forget9.27.12Lest We Forget8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think children cry for the things
they'll never cry over when they're older,
like the holocaust or the people who will
fly off of buildings with no butterfly wings
to save their souls. They cry for the first
day that they'll be too afraid to say
what they feel or write what hurts
and for all of the bridges they'll burn
but wish to God they hadn't.
What greater reason do they need?
Contrary to popular belief, giraffes
are not mute they just choose not to speak.
Once you hear a giraffe child weep, you will
lose faith in humanity. You'll make
a vow of silence with monk-like dignity
or shout from the rooftops
Murders of CrowsMurders of crowsMurders of Crows8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Go and pick her apart
Then stitch her together
And showcase their art
They squawk and they howl
They chatter and grin
What a sweet little child
They've turned into sin
Oh darling, dear darling
Don't weep for your soul
Just suffer your sorrow
And reap what they stole
Oh darling, dear darling
Sweet innocent child
Lets go dancing in darkness
Let murders of crows
Come and pick you apart
They'll stitch you together
Then cut our your heart
Do Not Cry for MeDo not cry for meDo Not Cry for Me9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
For I loved you with my heart and being
Do not shed tears
For my heart was yours from the beginning
My love goes beyond graves embrace
Your name was the honey on my lips
Your embrace was the warmth that never left me
The thought of you was the peace that once helped me to sleep
Your love was the joy and happiness that made me content
Your smiles was as beautiful as the sunset on the sea
And your love was something I could never describe
Do not cry for me
For I loved you with my heart and being
Meteor Girl Chapter 1Meteor Girl Chapter 19 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Watson looked toward the ground with distress. It was rising! Like no other things he ever encountered before! He felt like a bird, finding its wings! He laughed in sheer joy. He looked back at the four other people sitting on some benches screwed into the floor. He wondered what they would think as he dangled precariously off the ledge, if he fell down. He pulled himself back onto the airdeck, feeling somewhat bored now that his friends are being no fun at all This contraption was made by Jason, his best friend since they met in Mayford City. Jason had made the first flying machine in the history of Eden!
Spectres: Thirteenth AssignmentSpectres: Thirteenth Assignment10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Illium, A Month Later
Descending into the darkness, the Justicar readied her weapon and prepared to face the horror that awaited her. She came down to a large door, half opened. The power had been cut not too long ago, and it was a stroke of luck to see the door had failed to close. If it had been locked, she doubted she would have been able to catch up with the killer.
She squeezed through the crack and entered a large bedroom, beautifully furbished with a state of the art entertainment system and a large plush bed. The floor was covered in scented candles and she sensed at one time the sound system must have been pl
The Dreamer and the God (Chapter Two)The Dreamer and the God (Chapter Two)10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The measure of a life is the sum of its memories. Not how much we love, for what is the use of loving someone you cannot remember (or how can you know that you have loved at all)? A daughter is reduced to just another smiling girl; a husband's caress synonymous with a stranger's violation. Scars are no better: a surgeon's incision across the ribcage is confused with a trophy from a knife-fight. Heart and body are weak without the mind, without memory. The most tragic person in life is someone who does not know the past and so will never have a future.
My Tia (Hellfire)DiscordMy Tia (Hellfire)10 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
My dear Celestia
You know I am crazy one
But of my chaos I am justly proud
My dear Celestia
You know I'm so much better than
Those stupid, silly, suitors at your door
Then tell me, Celestia
Why do you not come to me?
Why do you not join me at my side?
I love you
You love me
Our destinies are intertwined
And in my heart I know you are the one
Why must you deny me?
In my heart
Is driving me insane
It's not my fault
I'm not to blame
My love for her is much too wild for me to tame!
It's just too strong
And now my heart
Would turn to darkness if you ever tore it apart!
My lovely Celest
SPEAK NOWDear Rarity Evershine Belle,SPEAK NOW1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
cordially invite you and one guest to share
in our marriage celebration
of love, devotion, and family
Please join us on
Saturday, the twenty-first of April
Three Thousand and Twelve
at 4 o'clock in the afternoon
Black Diamond Manor
530 Griffin Road
Stormreach, Cloudsdale 5602
Fluttershy's eyes danced across the small scroll as she once again read the crumpled wedding invitation. She had dropped by the Carousel Boutique to visit her friend Rarity as part of their weekly trip to the spa for much needed rest and relaxation. Only to find the white unicorn