I Don't Want to Expect from Humans Any LongerI Don't Want to Expect from Humans Any Longer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When the people look at me
They look at me like I am only a stone
I always alone
Despite the rain and the storm approached
I'm hoping to be accompanied
But everything goes out like fire
If the fire is my friend
That warmth is my power
But when the wind blows
The heat burn all my hope
A good friend is something so valuable
Can not be bought or sold
But I also need to realize
That he also has his own problems
It's the time to stop expecting the humans
Because every human has his own problems
It's not a wise thing to expect humans
Because in the end they always let me down
CertaintyNo matter how long he had to think about it, Peter Parker would never be able to adequately explain the series of events that led to him being pressed up against a glass office door in a deserted laboratory and kissed within an inch of his life by one Dr Curt Connors. He could tell you that it was him, Peter, who started it, fighting teenage awkwardness with the steadfast decision to just do it, kiss him, act on his emotions. Peter wanted this, had wanted this since their first profound eye contact during his stint as an intern. His interest had been initially piqued when he saw the photo; it had stirred something deep within him, perhaps a childhood memory long forgotten, perhaps some deep-seated arousal, but an undeniable connection. One more thing he couldn't explain.Certainty3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Despite all this uncertainty, he knew that Dr Connors felt the same. There was something in the way he smiled when he said his name, how he seemed ge
'IB' - Chapter Five'IB' - Chapter Five2 years ago in Horror More Like This
As Dib stood outside of his home, he couldn't help the overwhelming loneliness that washed over him. After the neighbours reaction, he highly doubted anyone would take him seriously. Not like they had taken him seriously before anyway.
On top of the extreme aloneness, the boy was feeling a massive amount of paranoia. His house had proven to be just as dangerous a place to be now, and after seeing how easily and quickly Zim could infiltrate it, he realized he would never feel at peace inside of it. He would always be looking around himself, checking to make sure he was truly alone.
Dib took only small, slow steps towards the house now, his eyes flicking everywhere as he scanned for any threats. He was quite jumpy now though, so when a small leaf flew by him he jumped backwards a step and let out a high pitched scream. He began to breathe rapidly until realizing it was just a leaf before taking a deep breath and staring forward again, his eyes continuing to scan his environm
This Will Make You Love AgainThe day Curt Connors lost his arm was the day he realised he could never have a normal relationship again. As soon as he returned to his laboratory he noticed people were looking at him differently, and not because of his long absence. Sympathetic whispers seemed to follow him around, spiking tension through his body, and on the rare occasions someone did decide to make eye contact with him it was strained and minimal. People's gazes ended up drifting to the ceiling or their own feet during conversation, though he supposed it could have been worse; it was better, at least, than them gawping slack-jawed at the empty space where his arm should have hung.This Will Make You Love Again3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There had been a brief time where he'd let the sleeve of his shirt or labcoat flop loosely at his side in some semblance of his missing appendage, and there had been some times when people seemed to forget there was nothing filling it, addressing him normally, but more often than not it had just drawn in
Demolition Lovers, Group 1Demolition Lovers, Group 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sometimes I think Sumio and I are the weirdest couple. First of all we are both boys (oh, believe me, I've got photos to prove that) but the ironic thing is our names deny the fact that we are male. My name is Guinevere and Sumio is Sumio. Guinevere, as you all know, was the name of King Arthurs wife. My mom was sure I would be a girl. That's why I was born as Guinevere despite what is between my two legs.
Sumio's story is different. He had a twin sister named Sumio back in the times when my Sumio was Kyo. In some terrible accident that involved playing with matches, Sumio the twin was burned to death. Thus, Kyo's mother lost her mind and started calling Kyo Sumio, believing he was the actual Sumio. And after 13 years of being called Sumio, Kyo became Sumio afterall
But that's not the part, or should I say the only part, that makes us weird. The story of us encountering each other is pretty peculiar on its own.
It began with me sliding the razor down my arm and cutting open a vei
Colores vacuosColores vacuos4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Nunca había pensado en un final. Me sentía cómodo, como un actor esperando a que llegara su turno, sentado frente al reloj de arena mientras los granos jugaban un lento migrar, dejando vacío en donde antes había regido el color. Sentía que los que habían llegado a su destino, no solo intentaban robar mi rol estático, sino que algo sucedería cuando solo reinara el vacío.
El giro, la vuelta, eran impensables, como una maldición inconsciente que había promulgado para no alterar su equilibrio tan extraño.
Obnubilaba mi pensamiento aquel campanario inerte, y el polvo que se había juntado alrededor de mi vida parecía reírse de mi destino. Junté tímido un puñado, y luego más decidido, me aseguré de purificarme. No era el desierto que rodeaba Alejandría, ni bastaba para una historia de Sherezade, pero supuse que sería suficiente.
El aullido al abrir la tapa,
Under Better Circumstances 7 - PiecesTitle: Under Better Circumstances - Chapter 7: PiecesUnder Better Circumstances 7 - Pieces3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Game: Mass Effect
Characters/Pairing: Commander Nevada Shepard (femShep) and James Vega
Chapter 7 Pieces
"Maybe Kaidan is right, maybe I need to make the most of things while I still can," Shepard muttered under her breath, waiting for the elevator so she could return to her quarters. "No. Protocol comes first. Duty before personal engagements that's how it has been and how it must continue."
The elevator opened and she stepped in, slapping the button to her level. She leaned against the corner and crossed her arms, speculating, "But time is short the world is at war maybe I can bend the rules a little I think I think he's getting to me."
Without a second thought, she brought her fingers to her lips. Remembering how James Vega's moist lips brushed against hers and how dangerously close he came to sealing their distance. She could still feel t
Under Better Circumstances 10 - Rousing IntentionsTitle: Under Better Circumstances - Chapter 10: Rousing IntentionsUnder Better Circumstances 10 - Rousing Intentions3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Game: Mass Effect
Characters/Pairing: Commander Nevada Shepard (femShep) and James Vega
Chapter 10 - Rousing Intentions
The Lieutenant was slowly reclaiming his bearings, flexing his arms and stretching the muscles used from the previous night's encounter. As he continued his morning ritual, he tossed around and noticed someone was no longer lying beside him. Propping himself up, he groggily looked for the womanly figure. James quickly discovered his commanding officer sitting at the foot of the bed, wearing nothing more than his grey Special Forces shirt and her black lace panties.
Vega enjoyed the sight of Nevada Shepard in his shirt, especially since it was large enough to droop over her shoulder and reveal the top of her arm. He marveled at the difference in their sizes yet knew he could never base someone on looks alone. Even though she was more than half his size, she sti
Sherlock- The Six Fine Pearls ch1Warning- takes place post-reichenbach. So massive spoilers. Don't read if you haven't seen s2 e3.Sherlock- The Six Fine Pearls ch13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Six Fine Pearls
Based on the story 'The Sign of Four' by the wonderful Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
John was surprised to hear a heavy knock at his door. In fact, he was so surprised that he wrote it off as someone picking the wrong door number. He ignored it.
Besides, who would be knocking for him? The depressed man sitting in an armchair in the dark in a hotel room? He went back to examining the darkened wall in front of him.
However surprised he had been, the emotion managed to nearly double when he heard his own name being called through the wood, by none other than Detective Inspector Lestrade.
"John Watson, I know for a fact that you're in there, and I'd suggest you open this door before I take it off its hinges!" Shouted the familiar voice. The voice was angry and accusing.
John roused himself from his chair, reaching for his cane before limping towards the door. The surpris
Sherlock- the empty house ch 4DISCLAIMER: do not read if you haven't seen the Reichenbach fall. No, really. I'm serious, don't do it. For reals. Legit. You still reading? Good. Have fun, and enjoy the Season 3 opening concept thingamajig.Sherlock- the empty house ch 43 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sherlock Sherlock Sherlock Sherlock
God damn this hurts more than I remember.
Dear God he's alive.
Ya know, it would really, really suck if I died now.
This was the thought process of John Haymich Watson as pain exploded in his shoulder. The only reason it was his shoulder and not his heart was because he had stumbled slightly at the sight of the seemingly dead detective, lowering him from his initial position at the last second.
Sherlock had shouted something at the same instant as the explosion from the gun. The shout had been lost in the sound. As John fell, he saw Sherlock turn back towards him, running towards him he was alive
He hit the floor. Hard. Ow.
Sherlock was at his side. He didn't re
For the One I Love- Ch.10For the One I Love- Ch.106 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"For the One I Love"
"Fighters Slip Up"
Odango? Odangooo O. Dan. Go. Seiya leaned across the table outside the ice cream parlor and stared at her tilting his head to the side. Hmmm .there we go! He quickly snatched away her ice cream cone.
Hey! Thats my ice cream!
Thats what you get for spacing out! Now I get double. Ahhh... He opened his mouth wide.
Hey! Dont lick it! She grabbed it away from him and sat back down in her chair. Thats rude you know, touching someone elses food!
Its also rude to space out on a date.
Thats because wait, what date?
Minor detail. Seiya pushed her question aside. So whats on your mind, you can tell me.
Mmm. Usagi licked her strawberry ice cream trying to think of how to say it. The last few days have just been busy for me I guess. So I
Morby 4 (MordecaiXRigby) Fanfiction Spanish part 4LEE PRIMERO LA DESCRIPCION PORFAVOR!!!!!D:Morby 4 (MordecaiXRigby) Fanfiction Spanish part 43 years ago in Romance More Like This
Rigby y Mordecai ~
"Ya es tarde..."
hecho por karlastafani
Rigby en el suelo inconsciente por los golpes que le dio Mordecai, Benson confundido y Mordecai Aun más...
Que has hecho?! Porque lo golpeaste de esa manera?! Dímelo de inmediato o estas despedido!!
Porque ya dije que lo odio!! No lo quiero volver a ver...
Mordecai no debió haber dicho eso ya que, si bien este estaba inconsciente, llego a los oídos de Rigby y este pudo procesar lo que dijo.
Bien, entonces mañana harás el trabajo de él!! Y ahora vete a acostar!! Tengo una llamada que hacer
Mordecai fastidiado sin decir mas hizo caso yéndose hacia la habitación mientras Benson llamo a Don, el hermano de Rigby, arreglando para que este se quedara un día con él por lo ocurrido. Mientras tanto Skips se encargo de que el mapache volviera en si con remedios caseros, cuando finalmente al despertar no pare
Easing the Pain...Bioware owns Mass Effect and these characters:Easing the Pain...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
SSV Normandy, Captains Quarters:
Commander Sarah Shepard dragged herself down the steps as she stripped out of the cracked and dented armor she wore down to Tuchanka. She was so tired and just emotionally done. She staggered a bit and caught herself against the wall by her desk.
She couldn't believe Mordin was dead. He was such a good friend, she loved hearing him ramble on about STG, his work, ethics and even art. The black cloud gathered around her soul again. Everyone she valued and loved died. She sank to her knees and leaned against the wall as she tore off her chest-plate. Exhaustion, loss and pain swelled up in her breast making it hard to breathe, to think. The pain was thick and heavy but she fought it, pushed it down. Down with all the rest, Alenko, her parents, brother and friends on Mindoir, Elysium, Pressly, her last crew, a
Sherlock- The Empty House EpilogueEpilogueSherlock- The Empty House Epilogue3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Things took time, as they always take time. As much as everyone longed to settle back into the lives they'd once known as soon as was possible, there were innumerable things that kept them from doing so.
Lestrade had gone straight to work with both the arrest and trial of Colonel Sebastian Moran as well as the paperwork of bringing a dead man back to the legal world of the living. Between the two, he was spending nearly every sleepless night at the Yard and driving himself halfway to crazy digging up the evidence that Sherlock kept pointing out for him against Moran in a way that would be a) legally obtained and b) relevant to the case against the sniper. Eventually, against Sherlock's requests (borderline begging as the officer got closer to his final decision), Lestrade contacted Mycroft for help. Of course, as soon as the job of Sherlock's paperwork was handed off to Mycroft (who immediately passed the job to one of his lackeys), it was taken care of before the day was out,
Sherlock The empty house ch 5DISCLAIMER: do not read if you haven't seen the Reichenbach fall. No, really. I'm serious, don't do it. For reals. Legit. You still reading? Good. Have fun, and enjoy the Season 3 opening concept thingamajig.Sherlock The empty house ch 53 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Watson stared into the florescent lights, hovering in the dazed half-consciousness of one who just awakened. The moment when dreams and reality mix and blend to the point where differentiating between them is near impossible. He contemplated the strange yet wonderful dream he'd just had. He'd gotten shot by Moriarty's right-hand man. But then Sherlock had been there. Lestrade, too, but mostly Sherlock. He'd been alive.
What a wonderful dream that was.
Why did his shoulder hurt?
A head of wispy blonde hair leaned into his field of vision. Mrs. Hudson's tired face offered him a genuine smile. She was crying.
"What's wrong?" Watson asked, reaching up his right hand (it was closer, and also his left arm let out a shot of pain as he tried to lift it) towards her.
Hermione Can't Draw ...Sometimes Draco wondered what life would have been like if he'd stayed in the Forbidden Forest with Luna and the centaurs: could he have become as good a dancer as Bane had been (when it wasn't that time of the month when Saturn aligned with Jupiter which always made him abnormally grouchy), or perhaps he could have helped Luna found that Nargle sanctuary?Hermione Can't Draw ...4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But no, it was not to be, he knew. He had told his father that he would join the Wizard Cops, and so, after several happy years in the Forest, he had left. To be honest, the parting had been made easier by the fact that he kept running into a rumpled-looking Umbridge the thought of what had caused the rumpling inevitably made him feel quite ill.
And so he had signed up with the Wizard Cops.
Most of the time it wasn't the glamorous and glory-filled life he'd imagined, although it did have its moments. Just last week Draco had personally led a broomstick chase, hot on the heels of one of the remaining Death Eater s
Morning Walk in AutumnThe marsh is half frozen,Morning Walk in Autumn3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
splays of ice scattered
over leaves and mud.
Reed tops coated in frost
bowing to the cold.
I walk over the creaking bridge
and think of autumn,
clutching in my stiff hand
three fallen branches
and dead leaves--
a brittle bouquet
for my vase--
their stillness says
I died to make all things new.
BillxTom: Love Is Not Dead 9"Bill?"BillxTom: Love Is Not Dead 96 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Tom opened the door of the bus and I looked up from the magazine I was reading. It was an article on fashion tips, and although I didn't really need them--call me conceited--it was fun to look at. I didn't care that the article was in CosmoGirl; I felt so much like a girl lately I sometimes forgot what I was. Tom reminded me often. If he spoke to me in just the right tone of voice he would get me hard as a rock.
"Yes?" I answered, chewing the head off of a gummi worm. I hoped Tom wouldn't ask me to share. I could never refuse him, and I didn't want to give up such a heavenly food.
He slipped his hoodie off, dropping it on the floor and walking over to the couch where I was sitting. I set the magazine off to the side, welcoming him with open arms as he stradled my lap.
He reached into my bag of gummi worms, and I almost frowned until he put one end in my mouth and the other in his own, taking the worm into his mouth until his lips met mine. We kissed for a moment until I sucked
The Ballad of Eiy'ra HaizThe Ballad of Eiy'ra Haiz5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he don't answer any more.
Not the whiskey drinking Indian, the marine who went to war.
A beaten up jukebox played old country songs in the corner of the bar. Outside, the mid-afternoon sun beat down on the cracked clay floor. The rocks surrounding the small mining town of Cripple Creek almost seemed to glow in the heat, and the horizon was half-hidden by haze. The township went about its business under the watchful eye of the local Dominion garrison.
But those in the Pink Moon sheltered from that world. The barman, Townes, was an old war veteran with only one arm. In place of the other was a crude robotic substitute. He served up drinks with little more than a vice, powered by a handful of servos which were connected to his arm just below the elbow. He was strangely proud of the device he'd often joke that he'd never play piano again, but his sex-life had improved tremendously.
Old Ma Haggard sat at the other side of the bar, smoking. She, like alm
Love EquilibriumThey say hate can kill,Love Equilibrium3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But maybe love can as well?
If you were so enthralled with lust,
Would you hurt those,
Who turned your heart to dust?
They say hate does you no good,
But perhaps love never really could?
If you were touched by happiness,
Would you defend those,
Who showed you heaven no less?
They say hate will die,
But surely they know love can lie?
If you were haunted by fear,
Would you seek those,
Who helped you each and every year?
A PromiseTitle: A PromiseA Promise4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Game: Mass Effect 2
characters/pairing: Male Shepard, Liara
Disclaimer: There may be possible spoilers here if you have not played the Lair of the Shadow Broker yet (seriously.... why have you not!?)
All characters belong to Bioware etc.
Sitting down on the hard bench Shepard banged on the bulkhead behind him to signal the shuttle pilot to take off, not really feeling like speaking. As he lent back he closed his eyes and tried to gather his thoughts, attempting to calm himself as the shuttle slipped free of the Normandy's interior.
Alive, that was the thought that kept running through his head, closely followed by Liara, anything much beyond that was too difficult to think about. They had jumped through the Omega 4 relay and against all the odds they had returned. But unlike the dead colonist, the memories and scars had not been left behind on the now destroyed Collectors base and he doubted that they would ever
AbuseTattoos bloomAbuse3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On a porcelain canvas,
Across my back
And down my face
Against a steely lifetime,
Purple ink blots
And thriving blues
Etched into reality,
And aching skin
Nowhere to Go But Forward - HintsKaidan straighten himself and hesitantly paced up to one of the larger trees on the Presidium, craning his head in an odd fashion. Yes, those were most definitely feet, Alliance-issued boots with a reinforced toe, if he wasn't mistaken.Nowhere to Go But Forward - Hints3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
From his angle and the lack of light, he couldn't make out the face, but he could have recognized that voice anywhere.
Shepard dropped out of the tree with as much elegance as a three-legged cat. She tripped over her boots and stumbled forward with a small grunt, Kaidan moving to catch her by the shoulders, raising a perplexed eyebrow at her.
"Might want to be a bit more careful next time, ma'am," he said, "Or you could end up in the lake."
Kaidan watched as she straightened herself out, tugging her shirt back into place that had been wrenched in an awkward twist around her torso. He hadn't noticed how slim her waist was until now. From what Alliance fatigues revealed, she had the well-toned body of any soldier. She cleared her throat. Kai
Prison Break RomanceOpen the drain,Prison Break Romance3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lye magnet scum.
I, the yellow dye,
Truths? Never quite.
Your heart's compression.
I see bleached memories.
Juniper trees on
A vast-fading sunset.
Somewhere in the distance
Someone is whispering.
What have I done?
Was this your apology?
I have no choice but to accept.