I Don't Want to Expect from Humans Any LongerI Don't Want to Expect from Humans Any Longer3 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
Snowball and Frollo First Meet"Brother Claude, Brother Claude!" The squeaky voice and thundering footsteps made Claude wince. He tried to remember his place in the religious text he'd been poring over, but before he could find it, the door to his tower room had burst open. "Brother Claude, guess what's happening!" The eleven-year-old boy's rosy face was even more flushed than usual; his sapphire eyes alight with excitement below his golden curls.Snowball and Frollo First Meet5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Jehan," replied Claude irritably, snapping the tome shut. "Why do you think I seclude myself in this cell?" His brother's jubilant expression didn't change; he only bounced faster on his heels. "It is to focus on my studies, free from distraction by the likes of you!"
Jehan waved a dismissive hand. "Study, study, study. Tell me, brother, do you ever have time for fun?"
"Tell me, brother," snapped Claude, "do you understand how vital it is tohow dare you mock
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
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,
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 14 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
Paganism and ChristianityPaganism and Christianity3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Since the day I felt the clench of self power and control was the day I converted to
Paganism, but I didn't think I'd be entering a world war. I remember it like it was
yesterday, six years ago I was sitting in church with my family, and I never liked
church, but I believed in God. It was until I felt the holy spirit slip through me
causing me to go into a fit of tears, I felt like I was being uplifted, and to any
Christian, this is a good feeling, to me, this was God's warning .Do not put any God
before me. I got up from my seat, trying to get pass the crowd of people with their arms
raised in praise, I quivered, grew nauseated and ran for the bathroom. The green essence
of light in the bathroom was blinding to my eyes, so I went over to the sink and tried to
vomit, I began to shake as if having an anxiety attack. This feeling of torment seized me
to learn over the sink pulling out my hair screaming a holler of terror. My eyes rolled
into the back of my head, and I could he
Morning Walk in AutumnThe marsh is half frozen,Morning Walk in Autumn4 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.
our love is forever_chapter 71991our love is forever_chapter 73 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jasper sat next to Bella on the sofa. I was playing with Renesmee. Then I stood up and wanted to go to Jasper. Suddenly Renesmee stood up and followed me.
"Bella!", I screamed. "Look!!! Nessie can walk!"
Jasper put his book away, that he was reading.
"You would be a perfect mother, Alice", said Bella.
Jasper looked away. I took his hands.
"I have to talk with Jasper. We're going upstairs, Bella", I said.
We went upstairs to our room. I sat on our bed.
"Come, Jasper. Sit next to me", I said.
Jasper sat next to me.
"Jazz, I know that you want a baby", I said.
"Yes, but that's impossible", Jasper said.
"I promise you that I'll try everything to get pregnant."
"But there's no way for you to get pregnant."
"There hasn't been a way until now. That doesn't mean that we won't find a way."
He just looked me in the eyes. He didn't say anything, didn't make a move. I smiled while I was touching his cheeks gently. He kissed me. I grabbed his t-shirt and removed it.
"Alice, do you really think
The X-blade Wielder Chapter 39The X-blade Wielder Chapter 394 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Heavyn! Heavyn, over here!"
She turned to see a little raven-haired eight-year old girl running towards her. This girl was familiar, dear to her heart, and Heavyn never expected to see her again.
"A-Angela?!? Wha How?" she stammered as Angela promptly glomped her.
"It's not just me!" exclaimed the little girl, her sapphire eyes gleaming. "Momma, Daddy, and Mike are here too!" Angela turned in Heavyn's arms and pointed. "See?"
Heavyn looked up to see the rest of her family smiling at her. Her mother, whom she inherited her black hair and short stature from. Her father, whose quirky genetic background gave her the trademark violet eyes. Her brother, who was the only one of her siblings that inherited their father's brown hair and their mother's green eyes.
She gently let go of her little sister, then took an uncertain step towards the three other people who laid just as big of a c
Story of Truth Over eighteen years it has been since you have arrived here. Ever since you have gotten here, all you have is a stuffed crab, and the clothes on your back.Story of Truth4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You remember the first day like it was yesterday...Never forget the smoke from the fire, never forget those eyes, and never ever forget her....
"Well, what do we have here?
Just a kid.
A lonely freak.
A homeless kid....
The words ringed in your ears. It really hurt, but you had to make it through.
Then you heard a loud, annoying, pitch-y voice echoed through your ears.
"You were a nobody too, you big fat jerk!" You hear the girl say loud, and definitely proud. You locate where her eyes are supposed to be, and they aren't there; she was blind.
You find she has a taller, and a littl
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
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
Aftereffect, Pt. 5The woman sat stiffly between the two men, staring straight ahead as the shuttle sped swiftly toward London. She tried to ignore their pleased grins and just focus on what lay ahead, but it was difficult. She sensed nothing malicious in their intent, but something about their behavior still set her on edge; perhaps it was simply an anxiety about disappointing them when they realized she was not this Commander Shepard.Aftereffect, Pt. 53 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
It had been a tearful goodbye, leaving the little town behind, and it had been especially difficult saying goodbye to Warren and Melanie. The tearful child had smiled bravely, saying Shepard was needed back on the Normandy and that she understood, but she made the woman promise to visit again soon. Her stomach was in knots now, the further the town receded in the distance, and it only grew worse, the closer they got to London. She almost wished she had asked Warren and Melanie to come with her, if only for the comfort of kind, familiar faces. Melanie had even wanted to co
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
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 ch14 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
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 - Hints4 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
Karkat and Terezi: Kick it on the dance floorKarkat and Terezi: Kick it on the dance floor4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Karkat's face flushed a bright red as his gaze met the mirror's reflecting image of himself. "JOHN EGBERT, THIS IS BY FAR THE STUPIDEST IDEA YOU'VE EVER HAD." He growled angrily, spinning around to face the derpy boy behind him. "aw karkat. you look adorable though!" Karkat's teeth bared into a snarl, sliding his fingers through his slick, groomed hair as he turned back to the glass on the wall. "I LOOK FUCKING SILLY WITH MY HAIR BACK LIKE THIS." John giggled brightly, stepping behind the troll and placing a hand on his shoulder while he looked at the mirror. "karkat, trust me. she'll love it." He smiled reasuringly, though he could obviously tell Karkat wasn't entirely reasured. If that's what he even needed. He just felt plain embarrassed, with his hair brushed back and wearing fancy cloths, it was unusual. Especially for him, that's usually Kanaya's kinda thing anyway. "besides, i think you look rather handsome!" The boy continued on, whirling around cheerfully with the same big goo
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.
John- I'm alive. -SHMy finger lingered over the send button- is this it? After every time I've considered finally telling John, would this time be the time it actually happened? No new leads popping up? No assassinations proving the web was still intact? Nothing?John- I'm alive. -SH4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
After a long three years, I hit it. And the message I had been saving for so long finally went through.
John- I'm alive. -SH
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
Under Better Circumstances 7 - PiecesTitle: Under Better Circumstances - Chapter 7: PiecesUnder Better Circumstances 7 - Pieces4 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
My SinI loved you.My Sin4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That is what he had said. Three simple words, so small but carrying the weight of all of the accumulated hope she had on their shoulders. They brought her happiness while striking a painful blow; a double-edged sword. Those words had been past-tense. He had moved onto bigger and better things while she was left fumbling in the dark, desperately trying to pick up the pieces of her shattered life while maintaining the façade that her crew needed to see; their strong, immovable Commander.
But right now? She felt nothing like that woman. She felt broken and hopelessly lost. Kaidan was her last chance to regain a small part of herself that Cerberus had failed to bring back from cold grip of death and with his rejection, she feared that that part would forever remain buried.
When they had spoken on Horizon, his voice no longer held the warmth it used to. Those chocolate brown eyes that made her go weak at the knees now reflected two years of hurt and betrayal. His wo