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.Certainty2 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
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 Again2 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 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
Karkat and Terezi: Kick it on the dance floorKarkat and Terezi: Kick it on the dance floor3 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
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.
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 Truth3 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
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
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
Sherlock- Poor Watson JWWContains post Reichenbach spoilers and angst. Don't read if you haven't seen season 2 episode 3.Sherlock- Poor Watson JWW3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A John Watson's War fic
John had never really thought about blood, much. It pulsed through his veins. It carried oxygen through his body. It leaked out of bullet wounds to stain army camo. It flowed through black curls to run in to a puddle on pavement.
It dripped from his nose and lips and cheek.
He watched it drip almost artfully on his shirt. It was so red. So vibrant. That was what his mind registered as most important in that moment. Not the throbbing pain from his head. Not the fact that his nose was probably broken, or that his lip was split or even that he was probably in more danger than he had been since back when Sherlock was alive. It just registered the artful dripping of his blood onto his shirt.
Someone grabbed his hair at the crown of his head and dragged his head upwards. They examined him, determining if he was in the state to respond to them, and obviously found the
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
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 Promise3 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
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
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
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
Easing the Pain...Bioware owns Mass Effect and these characters:Easing the Pain...2 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
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.
My SinI loved you.My Sin3 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
Old Wounds - 5Old Wounds - 5Old Wounds - 53 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
features - The Illusive Man, Liara T'Soni, Feron, David Anderson, Kaidan Alenko
Smoke flowed in a steady stream from the Illusive Man's parted lips as he stared blankly at the screen in front him. The endless text flowing down it made him clench his fists tightly, almost crushing the cigarette perched between his fingers. For the past two weeks he had been searching for information. The intel he needed was how to take down the ghost he had resurrected, spent billions of credits building, only to have her turn on him and destroy the Collector Base. There had to be a way to bring down Shepard, though he knew that it would take more than soldiers and mercenaries. Shepard was a super soldier, a master at combat and unbreakable when faced against hordes of hostiles. He needed to attack her on a more personal scale, perhaps target those around her.
That was when an idea struck him. His eyes glowed omi
ForgettingOne day, he will forget the sound of her voice, the way her eyes crinkle at things that no one else finds funny, how she looks when she laughs, the sweetness of her mouth, the pattern of her breathing as she sleeps, and how her skin feels, warm and smooth, beneath his hands.Forgetting1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
One day, these things will slowly fade from his mind one by one, and be replaced by thoughts of someone else. She’ll feel it happening as she slips away from his heart, feel it in the spaces between her ribs, where all the things she could never tell him are buried deep. It will make her collapse sometimes, but she will get up and keep going.
One day, he will be asleep with his face buried in someone else’s hair, his arms curled around someone else’s body, in someone else’s bed, and she may creep in. She may tiptoe in to peel back the shroud he’s thrown over the memories of her and everything she gave to him that she could never take back, just to see if they’re still there.