Cambio de roles, epilogoCambio de roles, epilogo3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-Ya voy a terminar de resolver mi formula… ¿Qué le paso a mi calculadora?
-Parece que se rompió tu calculadora, Eileen
-No me miren a mí, yo solo agite la batería, no la rompí, no es así Mordecai, ¿Mordecai?, ¿Te encuentras bien, amigo? ¿Tierra a Mordecai, escuchas?
Que ocurrió, parece un deja-vu, como si esto ya hubiese ocurrido antes, mi cabeza me duele mucho, tengo muchas visiones o algún tipo de alucinaciones, muchas imágenes a la vez, Benson y Skips nos trataban a mí y a Rigby de una forma rara y amable, diciendo que Margaret y Eileen trabajaban en el parque. Escucho que alguien me llama.
¿Qué sucedió, chicas?- pregunte
-Ya nos estabas asustando, Mordecai- dijo Margaret
-Estaba por resolver una fórmula que te había explicado hace rato, Rigby intento componer la calculadora, pero creo que se rompió de alguna manera y vimos que tu estabas tieso- dijo Eileen
-No fui yo, yo solo agite la batería y la volví a introducir a la calculadora y y… tú te quedaste como zombi todo tieso y
Tumbler‘Twere’nt long ago, when I started tumbling. Hot dry winds rose around me and the base of my stalk went snap and I began to roll. Finally free of my roots, ready to roam the deserts and plains. Catch a glimpse of the tall orange buttes in the northern plains, as they had been described to me by other holy rollers.Tumbler2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Maybe even catch a view of people. Heard lotsa stories ‘bout them people, even though I saw one on a horse when I were but a sprout. People were always in’eresting, usin’ us for shootin’ practice, something to kick, something innocuous and ubiquitous to say, “Yeah. You’re alone out here. Just you, the sun, and the tumbleweed.”
Starting tumbling, started seein’ some strange things. There ain’t hardly no trees ‘round here, but there’s lots of wood, rectangular like, half formed into boxes. I heard that people had something to do with it, wanting the sparkles from the ground my detached roots once sun
Encounter: Chapter 5Damn, it's been 5 days since Altaïr woke up from the coma thingy. The 14th day in this fucked up hospital. Altaïr is doing fine now, and Lucy feels better about it too. I'm glad. But what's gonna happen next? When are we busting ass out of here? I mean, it's not like I want to go back to Abstergo, but I feel like there is something needed to be done there. I dunno. I don't know what.Encounter: Chapter 56 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
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Why the hell am I writing this? I mean, noting down how I'm feeling shit. Well, there is nothing else to do other them sit down and scribble. It's only taking up very little time... I'm bored to death... Actually, Altaïr talks to us a lot. He tells me and Lucy stories about himself: places he has been to, his childhood, what is was like back in his time, his life as an assassin. I really think that he's an interesting guy... there's this feel about him. It's different. Everything is OK now but I still feel that there is something going on still in Ab
your roses should've died sooneri always hated the way you'dyour roses should've died sooner2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rub your fingers across the printed cloth
on the table --
the sound made me flinch,
made me shiver,
and you'd roll your eyes
as you gathered up cards.
you only ever let me win a game
or two (one)
after a couple of drinks in the spring --
but you never let me shuffle
the cards myself
cause you said i, your queen,
needn't do that when the jester
the flowers in the garden never grew
for me, and
your green thumb left with you
when the rains did;
all the roses gave up and said goodbye
as they turned from
i was almost happy when they died --
no, wait, i was --
and they must've known it, too,
'cause they spoke their last sorrows
from a vase on a tablecloth,
and when the wind
shifted through the screen
they scraped along where your fingers
used to be;
i guess they thought it was funny.
S-223:Chapter TwoChapter TwoS-223:Chapter Two4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Here we are", THETA says, "The testing centers, the place where specimens become heroes ..or the incinerator's latest victims."
She has transferred to a camera mounted on a ceiling rail, and passes over my head and stops in front of the door. I stare down the short hallway at the entrance to the tests, occasionally glancing up at her.
There is nothing about the testing center that separates it from the rest of Emlar's hallways; it is just a door and a control panel at the end of the same white tiled corridor. I slowly approach, cautious and unsure of how THETA exactly plans to begin the tests.
"Don't worry, S-223", THETA speaks, noticing my hesitance, "I wouldn't dream of starting the tests early", the camera then turns towards me, "Come closer will you? I'd like to take one last look before your rather untimely death."
My wolfHis coat is white and iron grayMy wolf5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His eyes a glowing gold
I've seen him in my deepest dreams
The mirror of my soul
His heart is wild his soul untamed
His piercing gaze forever free
I know him well the wolf within
Because he is a part of me.
He sings in my soul when I stand in the forest
He stands at my side in the face of a storm
He growls in defiance when things stoke my anger
He comforts my heart when I'm lost and forlorn
Don't think to judge me for what I am saying
Don't try to tell me that I've lost my mind
Until you have searched deep within your own being
For in the search I know what you will find
In everyone there lives a part
As wild as the wolf in me
To find it you must search your heart
And break the chains to set it free
To scoff and say they don't exist
Will only prove that you are blind
My wolf's paw has wrote this verse
As surely as this hand of mine
Movie Night Assassin's Creed FF AUSuddenly the TV screen turned from dark and scary to glaringly bright and cheery as yet another commercial interrupted the movie.Movie Night Assassin's Creed FF AU4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"We should've just gotten a DVD..." Altair groaned. He nuzzled closer to Malik as he muted the TV. For a while they blankly watched the screen. A group of very stylish looking teenagers featured in an ad for CREED sweaters. At the end the brand's motto 'Everything is permitted.' flashed across the screen.
"Guess what..." Malik said, looking away from the TV and at Altair next to him. " 'Everything is permitted' is actually the second half of the last words of the first Hashishin leader: 'Laa shay'a waqi'un moutlaq bale kouloun moumkine.' "
"Nothing is true, everything is permitted...", translated Altair, thoughtfully. "Where do you get all these random facts?"
"You know" Altair said. "I'm wearing a CREED hoodie right now. Does that make me an assassin?"
Malik chuckled quietly. "I doubt it...."
Altair sat up, pulling his hood up and down low o
.we are one and the.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
same, that old willow and
me, we stand tall with the
scars that life gave us -
with the names of lovers
carved deep in our limbs,
and old burns from my
An artists soulAn artists soulAn artists soul5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It lives within and looks without.
Through our eyes, Our hearts, our minds.
The driving force of creation.
We seek to make the intangible real.
To evoke thought, to kindle emotion.
With the strokes of brush, pen and color.
With the Careful crafting of words.
Seeking to bring forth in tangible form
The untouchable fire that burns within.
From that fire we forge our worlds.
With words and pictures we bid all to enter.
To share in joy and sorrow.
To ride with good and evil.
To live .
In worlds beyond their lives.
We are guardians of uncountable doorways.
Look at a picture, And enter.
Read the first sentence, And enter
Enter our world, And escape.
Driven by the fire within we toil at the forge of worlds.
Who knows maybe someday.
When this mortal coil falls away.
We might live in the worlds of our creation.
Vuelos Perdidos 1Capitulo 1: Una bienvenida, no digna de un príncipe.Vuelos Perdidos 14 years ago in Profiles More Like This
En una tierra devastada por la guerra, desprovista de recursos y casi sin vida, un grupo de guerreros, conocidos como el Clan Khitomer, avanza sin rumbo en lo profundo de lo desconocido, en busca de tierras más prósperas, azotados por la sed, hambre y agotamiento, uno por uno, caen mientras los días de intenso calor y noches heladas, hacen que cada paso sea una tortura infernal.
-¡No se rindan guerreros, el paraíso nos espera adelante, por la gloria de nuestros ancestros y el bien de nuestros predecesores debemos llegar allá!- dijo Kláus con firmeza a sus seguidores, tratando de alentarlos...
Agotado, miraba a mi alrededor ese desértico páramo que se extendía hasta donde alcanzaba la vista, no era más que una tierra muerta y olvidada, mientras que lo único que se escuchaba era el viento, los pasos y gemidos de la agotada carabana, sus vidas dependían enteramente de
The TreeSometimes I wish I was a tree. Small and crooked and not very pretty. And that someone like you, as gentle and compassionate, would stop by and tell me that it was alright. Tell me that I was strong to struggle in such a place, and brave to hold on. And that I was beautiful like all the other trees even tho it didn't seem so right now.The Tree2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The thought of it made me smile inside, happy, as if it really was to me those words were spoken.
At first I wouldn't believe my ears. A human who cared? Must be a joke. But he would not stop.
He would tell me "Perhaps you cannot see your worth. Perhaps you feel like you're a failure with no purpose. But I know that someone wanted you to be here, or else you wouldn't be."
And then he wouldn't hold me in his arms and calm me with soothing words - I was a tree for crying out loud! - But it would still feel as if he did. That feeling of having someone looking out for me. Recognizing my hardships. It would leave me with a soft sensation of being safe.
Nox-DetailsThe sun reached its midpoint placement in the sky. A lone female dragon advanced cautiously from her forest shelter, stalking stealthfully to its edge. She stopped before looking around. She whispered quietly to herself, before stepping out into the afternoon sunlight. The swaying fields she stood in provided another visual contrast against the small black dragon.Nox-Details4 years ago in Settings More Like This
She stretched before raising her neck; almost five feet tall, head to claws. She whipped her tail out, to expose her full length. She was longer than a small horse. She slowly spread her wings, absorbing the sunlight after being secluded in the forest for days, more than twice as long as an eagle's wingspan.
Nox's blue eyes shown strong in the afternoon sun. Her small deep black scales seemed to absorb the sunlight, making her look almost as a shadow. Her horns crested gracefully before ending in a lethal tip. Her underside scales, larger and dark gray provided the only lighter noticeability of her. Her f
AC - MeetingsWhen they were introduced by Ezio's mother, only Leonardo recognized the other. The artist was the only one who was aware that in fact it really wasn't their first meeting.AC - Meetings6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
And it took Ezio a whole night to realize why he had a feeling that he knew Leonardo from somewhere. That in reality he really knew the artist, not only because he had seen him somewhere in the city while the assassin was jumping from one roof to the next But because they already had been friends before only to be separated
Ezio was sitting outside, in front of one of the older houses of Firenze. He was soaked, shining. He looked straight forward, watching the rain drops fall heavily. Then he let his gaze fall onto his right leg, pants bloody.
"Cazzo " he whimpered, tentatively moving his leg. It hurt like hell and he sobbed loudly. No one of the people passing by even looked at him.
Vieri di'Pazzi had shoved him off a roof he was wandering on.
And of c
Creature-Race creation sheetSpeciesCreature-Race creation sheet3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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TyrantTyrant4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I wasn't always alone
Not too long ago, I was content with life. I was happy
Tyrant's spiky, short black fur bristled against Sparrowclaw's nose. He was excited. Today they would have a raid!
"Dad, can I come on the raid?'
Sparrowclaw answered through a mouthful of Tyrant's scruff. "Nn, yoo oo ong."
"I didn't quite catch that." Tyrant cheeked his father.
Sparrowclaw let out a playful growl. Tyrant knew he would give him a proper answer when they found a place to call camp for the day.
Darkcloud, Sparrowclaw's cousin, trotted up until he was level with Tyrant. "Doncha worry, kido, I'll make sure you get plenty of adventure today!"
Tyrant's very pale blue eyes sparkled. His eyes were almost white, with the very slightest hint of crystal blue.
"Nss ace ooks ood." Sparrowclaw mumbled.
"What was that?" asked Darkcloud, eying Sparrowclaw as if he had just grown wings.
Sparrowclaw placed Tyrant gently on the ground and pounced on Darkcloud without warning, pinnin
Breathing Underwater (Ch. 13: A Step In Darkness)Breathing Underwater (Ch. 13: A Step In Darkness)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The world passed around Vincent Kaayan in many forms, shapes, and sounds. Time was lost, as was all states of his mind. There was nothing. Nothing but darkness. Darkness and silence. Vince felt nothing, saw nothing, and heard nothing. Was he dead? Perhaps. But it could be said that he certainly didn't feel dead. He didn't feel alive either, but he wasn't feeling dead yet...
Well...if death even had a feeling.
He just continued to drift though his different states of unconsciousness. Lost in a lost world. Lost in thought. Lost in feeling. He didn't know how long it had been like this. How long had he been out. How long had he been sleeping.
How long he had been dead...
It was then that he started to feel. He felt...something. Warmth. He started to feel...more. He heard. He could feel...a slight discomfort. Like a deep pain that discomforted him in such a way to
Breathing Underwater (Ch. 2: Rememberance)Breathing Underwater (Ch. 2: Rememberance)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The cool night air felt nice against Vincent's fur. He sat in his jeep, and rested his eyes. He could hear the ocean waves not too far away, but was listening mainly to the music playing from the jeep stereo. It was music that calmed him after long days, or got him in the mindset for things to come. Or just music to play because he wanted to hear it. Hell, it could be all three at once. Perhaps now was one of those times. Working at the Witches Corner was not a walk in the park for Vincent. The world he lived in was strange...and some of it made him very uncomfortable. Magic was a big one. Spells, potions, enchantments, it all didn't sit right with him. So one could only wonder why he worked with a lot of people who were heavily involved with that kind of thing. Of course, he didn't have much a choice. He didn't really have anywhere else to go. This job was there when he needed work...and thankfully, he didn't work with or around magic. He wasn't about to start either.
Ass-Creed: Strange DreamsWrapped in a huge blanket, Shaun sighed happily, his hand emerging from the covers to change the tv channel. Still sick, the Historian had been placed under computer ban by Desmond.Ass-Creed: Strange Dreams6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"That means not a bit of work. You watch bad TV and drink tea all day, Mister."
Smirking to himself at the ranting Desmond had done last night (far too much directed at the computer, which was switched off), Shaun glanced up when Desmond sat down next to him, still in his pajamas and looking thorougly confused.
The American reached across, and looped his hand into Shaun's as though trying to reassure himself that the Englishman was really there. Shaun lifted the blanket to let him under, hands still locked.
"I...I had the strangest dream last night." Desmond started quietly, his voice still rough with sleep. Shaun blinked, and studied his lover carefully.
"King Kong kidnapped me, and took me up the top of the Empire State building. And Altair and some guy in a black hood were flipping a c
Misgiving Prologue Breathe. Tightly clenching her teeth Shepard demanded herself to keep her shit together. At a lazy pace the elevator ascended, unaware and unconcerned of her urgency. The sound of her pounding heart throttled unhappy fists against her eardrums in protest of the delay. When the elevator doors finally swooshed open, unveiling the lobby of Huerta Memorial Hospital, she threw herself free from the suffocating death trap.Misgiving Prologue2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
It was crowded, people of all shapes and sizes seeking aid from medical professionals. Under different circumstances she would have paced the lobby alert to these people’s needs, ears twitching like those of a cat’s in hopes of maybe finding a way to help someone with something. As it was she didn’t have time for detours. He needed her.
“Excuse me,” said a murmur that sounded almost like her voice as she trampled over a salarian. She had no idea where she was going, not the slightest inkling as to wher
Ponyville Ghostbusters Chapter 2Ponyville Ghostbusters Chapter 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ponyville Ghostbusters Chapter 2
It was a typical day the the Ponyville Ghostbusters Headquarters. Everypony was busy and hard at work. Tex and Riotfire were working on the Ecto-B vehicle. Tex, a tall black stallion with a perfectly styled brown mane, had been with the Ponyville Ghostbusters for the past 10 years. It was his life and he would not have it any other way.
"I can't believe B blew a gasket." he said in a gruff voice.
"I know you love it Tex, but B is an old car and it's going to have problems from time to time." replied Riotfire.
Riotfire was the mechanic here at the station, and was also Tex's oldest friend. Grease was usually found staining his lovely brown coat and blue mane, but none was ever found on his wings. Others always asked him why he left it for so long, but the simple answer was that it made him feel clean.
Tex wiped sweat from his brow and found his eyes wandering to locate Cloud Crash. He found her along with Abby over by the proton packs. Abby was a slende
Thought Sketch 5don't just stand thereThought Sketch 59 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
make yourself useful
make yourself obedient
make yourself worthy of praise
get some better shoes
and step into my fire
The ULTIMATE Hu Hybri Character Sheet!The ULTIMATE Hu Hybri Character SheetThe ULTIMATE Hu Hybri Character Sheet!3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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