Lasting Impressions 1 - Revealing HiccupsTitle: Lasting Impressions - Chapter 1: Revealing HiccupsLasting Impressions 1 - Revealing Hiccups3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Game: Mass Effect
Characters/Pairing: Commander Shelby Shepard (femShep) and Samantha Traynor
Chapter 1 Revealing Hiccups
The famed Commander never expected anything but the best. Shelby Shepard was a decorated war hero and survived one catastrophe after another. The scars on her body were merely badges she wore proudly as proof of her victories. Any battle she lived was another chance for her to fight, another chance for her to prove her abilities. Anyone who stood in her way would quickly find themselves with a fist planted firmly in their face. Shepard's forceful approach was notorious a certain reporter could attest to this.
When the Normandy left Earth in a hurry, it was sheer dumb luck that Specialist Samantha Traynor was one of those aboard. She never served on a vesseland never expected to serve under the famous Commander Shepard. The moment she discovered the situa
.:::From My Heart To Yours:::.It had been my greatest fear.:::From My Heart To Yours:::.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Very apparent indeed
Whenever it was thought, my heart raced
An uneven thumping in my head
My blood turned cold
I was completely and utterly frozen
Now I go through blindsided
I know what will await
As the sins are being removed
With a wish swish wash kind of feel
My eyes cannot focus on the faces
Only a blinding light
I am awake for the surgery
To feel what is happening to me
The pain of cutting past the skin
The silence of the incision
Breaking through the chest
The sharp and swift cracking sound
Separating the bones
A ridged breaking noise that will erupt
Reaching towards my heart
To wash away the idiotic Greed
To disinfect the ludicrous Wrath
To scrape away the daunting Pride
To tear out the mindless Lust
To cut away at the pathetic Sloth
To eat away the overgrown Gluttony
To remove the horrible Envy
It is the clock had to be checked
Tap, tip, tap, tick,
Tick, tock, c
Stranger in a CrosswalkIt was a daily routine, locking the bookstore at three each day to walk across the street to grab a cup of coffee. The wind was blowing hard enough to ruffle the hair on the crown of my head, and I clutched the collar of my jacket tight with both hands, looking both ways before crossing the two lane street.Stranger in a Crosswalk1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
A woman stepped into the crosswalk not far ahead, her chin tucked down against a thick grey scarf, the earbuds of her iPod tucked firmly in each ear. She was oblivious to the world around her, not even bothering to check for cars as she stepped from the curb and into the crosswalk, her hands jammed into the pockets of her leather jacket.
As she neared, she glanced up and offered a shy smile before her eyes darted back to the ground at her feet. She was not classically pretty, but there was something cute, endearing even, about the small curve of her lips and the delicate point of her nose. She was a petite thing too, just over five feet tall thanks to the high-heeled boots she wore.
Inhuman Resources: Chapter 1Cloud ComputingInhuman Resources: Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Yeah, Dobe," I replied. "Start it up."
The portable generator chugged hollowly for a moment before finally rumbling into life, a brief green flicker from the computer bank announcing its success. A curl of exhaust issued forth, and to my nose seemed to fill the whole office block with its petroleum stench. Even this, however, was nothing compared to the sensation that accompanied it; subtle, but far more potent.
The computer had not been switched on for some time, and a number of scheduled tasks had accumulated. In my mind's eye, I perceived them, though the screen lay cracked and broken on the floor: toppled, no doubt, during the evacuation all those years ago. Nevertheless, though mute, though silent, the computer spoke, and I listened. Almost imperceptible beneath the heady drone of data streaming through the air, I could feel a faint whirr from within my ribcage and a dull warmth from the cable running up through my neck. The machine had begun its work
Objects in SpaceThe general gazed pensively at the viewscreen. He was tall and slender, clean-shaven, his hair greying at the temples. His bearing was rigid, yet his posture betrayed some unease.Objects in Space5 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"How far away is it?"
"It's just passing Pluto," said the science officer, a short, bald, bespectacled man. "At its current velocity, it will reach our position in approximately seven hours."
"And it's alien."
"Well sir," -- the science officer licked his lips -- "it doesn't fit the known trajectories of any comets or asteroids, nor does its composition match any of those. It's definitely man-made... except mankind has never made anything like that. Not to mention it's coming from the wrong direction."
"Seven hours, then. Initiate first contact proceedings."
Seven hours later, they assembled in the largest hangar on the space station: five men and two women. The general stood in the centre of the group, tall and proud, unmoving. Next to him stood the science officer, fidgeting nervously. The others were lin
Memories, Light the Corners of our MindsMemories, Light the Corners of our Minds1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Lucas Three sat in the coffee shop long after she left, long after the people that had watched the scene play out had moved on. He sat for hours after she'd calmly, mercilessly ended their three year relationship with a calculated precision of language that even he couldn't have delivered more succinctly.
"This has been fun, really, it's been fantastic, but you knew this was never going to last." She didn't touch her latte, which was never a good sign.
"You're never going to get old, and I'm going to age out and die. At some point you're going to leave me for someone younger, and by then I'll be too old to find anyone to love me and I'll simply die alone." Her hands flew about the space in front of her as she spoke. He often wondered if she were forced to keep her hands in her pockets, would she be able to speak at all? He smiled at that thought, and the smiling caused him pain.
"Already my friends find you 'quaint', and your friends look upon me as some kind of lesser thing. Janson Fo
Invasion fleetThe invasion fleet emerged from the oort cloud, adapted their shields to the heliosphere and merged with the debris of the scattered disc. In layman's terms, they were stealthily approaching earth.Invasion fleet3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Haro peered out of the window. The hive mind chattered in his head. It was only short range, about .35 of a parsec wide, but he spent a lot of his time tuning in. Sometimes he thought he could feel her out there, on the edge of his consciousness. The stars reflected in his glazed amber eyes. He sighed. Back to business. He focused himself on the voices close to him. There was a meeting in progress on the local channel.
It was not going well. Their objective was to attack Earth. The problem was that nobody knew why or how they were going to achieve it. General Langmuir only seemed concerned with blowing up landmarks and hovering in a menacing manner. Captain Coulomb had already attempted to infiltrate the human hive by laying thousands of eggs in the chamber of their Queen, but the humans had
Gifted By The Forest The last year and a half or so had been one of the most interesting times of his life. Becoming a dragon candidate, bonding to a dragon, training for months and months and finally graduating to be accepted into a new branch of the military putting it near the hectic end of the interest scale. He had hardly thought of his old home nestled among the grand pines of the northern world, the city of Vien. That had changed, however, as his graduation from wyrmlinghood grew nearer and nearer. His thoughts had settled on the fact that they would no longer be restricted by the rules placed upon the young dragonriders and their partners still in training. He would be drafted into some part of the military based upon his talents, and he would be able to fly freely as long as his superiors allowed it.Gifted By The Forest7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Those thoughts had suddenly sent a stab of home-sickness streaking through his chest and brain and the moment he had received official appro
FFM 08: Old WoundsWhen Tom Angelo and Hank Brewster first met, no one had ever heard of "Saint" Thomas or "Butch" Brewster. Nasmon hadn't recovered the art of Guncraft; the word Slinger didn't even exist. All of Westirn was still recovering from the plague, and the New Faith was spreading like wildfire amongst the survivors.FFM 08: Old Wounds3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Before all the drama and gunsmoke and betrayal, they were just a pair of young working hands in a little town outside of Boca. A local drover had hired them to replace the four Savages the plague had taken from him, and the two found their dynamic easily. Tom dubbed his co-worker "Butch" in light of the man's rough exterior and tendency towards drunken brawls. Butch had come up with "Saint" Thomas, citing Tom's devout spirituality and general serenity.
They were an odd couple, but they were quick brothers in the years that followed. When their employer's body was eventually consumed
Damn KidsGraham Banyon was enjoying a television retrospective, "2012: The Mayans Were Right and Other Crackpot Beliefs", when a tremendous explosion rocked the house. "Damn kids," he muttered. With a weary sigh he rose from his chair and walked to the back door. He looked up at the moon hanging low in the sky. The last orange rays of the sun waned lazily in the west.Damn Kids2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"What the hell are you kids doing out there," he half heartedly bellowed at a scarred and slightly smoking tool shed. The shed had a slightly guilty look he thought.
"Just a little experiment in cold fusion, Pop," said the shed amidst a flurry of childish giggles.
"Cold fusion does not go "BOOM". What are you kids up to?" Graham noticed that several shrubs and a small tree were also smouldering slightly. The tree did not appear to be happy about it's current state of thermal affairs.
"Nothing, Pop," the shed replied, as it shuddered from what appeared to be a smaller secondary explosion, "Um... would you get us some more uranium?
Cement HeartI built a wallCement Heart7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
around my heart,
I'd never let you in
but the more time that
I spend with you,
allows the beats
Red Rock the InnocentBaxter stood in the atrium of Marpo One and gazed up through the greenery, through the clear observation port above and into the blackness of space.Red Rock the Innocent10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Three years he'd called this home, he with the sixty three other lost souls that had signed up for the one way trip to the red rock. They were a motley crew, all skilled in their fields; geologists, ecologists, survivalists, mediators, physicians, and each with nothing to lose by leaving Earth and everything behind them and living out their days as pioneers.
There had already been two births on Marpo, which wasn't supposed to happen this early, but confine men and women together and it's a practical inevitability.
Baxter would be happy if he'd just had a partner for some recreational non-procreational activity, but nobody wanted anything to do with him.
Something about him had changed, maybe the long sleep to get here, or the time spent in a self perpetuating cycle of loneliness. The more marginalized he felt, the more people left him alon
Land of OpportunityLand of Opportunity2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Ta zemya." The lookout cried from the crow's-nest like a muezzin. "Ta zemya~a! Kapitane, eto ya~a."
Hristo Galabov gripped the plastic gunwale of his ship and squinted over the heaving Atlantic. "Ta zemya," the sailor said. Land. The last time, Hristo had leapt with joy at that cry. Now he only closed his eyes and gave a brief prayer to Ta Melarva Miriya. "Thank you. Thank you, Mother of God, for bringing us home. Some of us."
Hristo stared out at the ocean until even he could see Africa bulking green and fertile on the horizon.
"Kapitane, you seem troubled."
That was the voice of father Mehmet, with his beard and klobuk and crucifix.
"I am troubled, ebre," said Hristo.
The priest stood beside him. "You are thinking about what to tell them in Gibraltar Palace."
"I am thinking about what not to tell them." Hristo rubbed his thumb against the place where his right pointer finger had been.
"Of course you must tell them the truth, ebane."
"What truth? That we rediscovered Lost America? Or
Jesus...Jesus, the ProphetJesus...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He comes with words of
Conviction, and speaks
Truth with authority,
Not as one who
Speaks for God,
Rather, one who
Speaks as God.
He knows the truth,
And His voice stretches
Beyond the depth
Of hardened stony
Hearts like mine.
Jesus, the Priest
As a servant, He entered
The world, with the power
To give us the strength
To do that which, alone
Is impossible. He enables
Our hearts to love Him,
And comes along side.
With a strong hand,
He holds us up, and
It is to Him that I will run.
He is the one who
Would surrender all
Even his life
That we might find Him.
Jesus, the King
He holds the heavens
In His hand, and the earth
Is His footstool.
On His throne, He remembers
Us, and knows our pains.
Yet everything we are, and have
Is surrendered to His
Authority, and power.
There can be no mistake
Of the one who we
Are held accountable in the end.
Yet by grace, my King
Has given mercy.
Head GamesThree years ago, Nate donated his memory to science.Head Games4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I say donated, but he actually sold it for $100,000. As his best friend, I advised him to consider the ramifications, of course. But the man has been hardheaded since we were teenagers. In fact, the only way to ensure he'll do something is to tell him not to.
A couple of months before that, Nate ran into some trouble. In the interest of honesty, I admit that I played a role in it.
Layla is everything a guy could possibly want in a girlfriend. She's not tall, but she's just the right height; I can tuck her right into the crook of my arm. She's fit but curvy in the right places. Most importantly, the girl's a genius, and her wit's sharper than her math pencil.
I fell in love with her instantly, but Nate got to her first. I never understood that: Nate, with his country-bred simplicity, doughy face, and absolute dread of anything with the slightest whiff of classroom chose a walking textbook. Worse, Layla chose him back.
It pained me to
What I AmWhat I Am3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I'm not normal
Everywhere I go they stare
I'm not normal
Whatever they just won't,
I'm not normal
Cause everything I knows' been thrown out
I've somehow been endowed with a truth to sing loud
People look at me like I'm the one to turn to
Because i speak my mind, I'm not afraid to shout truth
But I know if i give in that I'll most likely die soon
Its just the fate of every rebel to get shot down and prowled through
But the truth is pent up energy that must be uttered
Its not my will to die willingly for the sake of others
Although the choice just isn't mine, its like my will defies
Any efforts i put in to say I will not die!
But its a fact,
And though depressing,
Its precisely that.
Sometimes I'd trade this wriggling tongue for a stiffer one that's flat.
Maybe I will
I don't want this responsibility
So then that solves it
I'll let some other man solve this problem
Cause I'm normal.
A Case for ChristianityA Case for Christianity4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
A CASE FOR CHRISTIANITY
I can't quote Scripture. I don't know much theology, and I can't speak for all the divisions of Christendom. But, as a practicing Christian, I do know a bit about my religionenough to get annoyed when ignorant people (I'm looking at you, Angry Forum Posters) consider Christianity to be hateful and Christians to be naïve.
I'm Orthodox Christian. The Orthodox Church is regarded as the original Christian church, dating back to the time of Christ. (No, the Catholic Church isn't the firstthey split from the Orthodox in 1054 over many issues.) I won't go into those details here, but if you are curious to know more, a fantastic article which explains the differences between the Orthodoxy and Catholicism can be found in the authour's comments.
Anyway, since I'm Orthodox Christian, many beliefs shared by the Orthodox will show up in the following essay.
MetapocalypseJust fifty-five words? No problem, decided the Writer. He'd have to write a story about a writer writing a story fifty-five words long.Metapocalypse4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But the topic of the story the writer in the story was writing about was also writing a story. The fabric simply wasn't strong enough. All associated universes were doomed to collapse.
You've Got to be Tough...Tomorrow Germany x ReaderYou've Got to be Tough...Tomorrow Germany x Reader9 months ago in Romance More Like This
With a concerned frown on his usually stern, serious face, Germany looked down at his curly haired, sleeping three year old daughter Annika and tried not to give in to his worries. You'd just managed to get her to sleep during an obnoxious thunderstorm and now he wanted to bring her into the bed with you. “You really think she'll be alright in here? She was pretty scared earlier, and this storm doesn't sound like it's going to stop any time soon.” His frown deepened. “Maybe we should just let her sleep with us tonight, just in case. She'll probably end up in there anyway.”
Determined not to give in, even though you were feeling the same way, you firmly shook your head. “You worry about her too much, Germany. Annika will be just fine in here, I promise.” Eager to get off of your feet and into your comfortable bed, you took his rough hand in yours and gently tugged him towards the door. “Now come on already, I'm tired.&
Space Marine CommandmentsThe Commandments of the Space MarinesSpace Marine Commandments9 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. Thou shalt not refer to the Adeptus Soritas as "Bolter Bitches," nor shalt thou go anywhere near our sisters during the time of the "Red Rage," lest thou wishes to be the first human to enter orbit without the aid of a shuttle.
2. Orks are not "cute."
3. Thou shalt not make jokes about the Imperial Guard's weapons.
4. Thou shalt not replace the Librarian's staff with a magic wand.
5. Thou shalt not tip the Terminators over during battle.
6. Thou shalt not do Spock impersonations around Eldar.
7. C-3PO is not a Necron ambassador.
8. Thou shalt not dare others to eat Squigs.
9. No, you cannot "take the Titan for a spin."
10. Thou shalt not use thy Multi-Meltas to light campfires. In a similar manner, thou shalt not use the Terminator Captain's Chainfist to open tins of baked beans.
11. Thou shalt not bribe the Inquisitor to bring down Exterminatus on your ex-wife.
12. Thou shalt not refer to the Rhino transports as "pimp wagons," nor shalt thou us
Knight.I am your knight, your only knight.Knight.9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My armor shines and reflects,
The glow of your smile,
The beauty of your face.
I bow to you as I watch with love,
Your graceful movements and gestures
Lit a fire with inside of me.
Burning with love, filled with warmth,
Following you anywhere, I'll never let you go,
I am your knight, your protector.
I raise my shield to cover you.
I promise to you that, I'll never fail you,
My love for you is too strong to let me fail.
Like a lions grip, Ill never let you go.
Ill never let you get hurt.
My armor protects me; My pride carries its weight.
My love acts as my shield, to protect you.
I give you my heart, so I know you'll be safe.
-The Bondish, My love for you is strong.
AltairxMalik - WoundedAltairxMalik - Wounded4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Altair coughed softly before he grimaced at the metallic taste of blood in the back of his throat, gritting his teeth against the pain as he ran, the adrenaline was the only thing that fuelled him to keep moving away from the area as guards chased him down the dusty streets of Jerusalem clutching the wound on his side with a grimace; he hadn't seen the guard coming, he'd been a scared rookie with a sword who'd gotten lucky while Altair had fought off three other guards.
Of course that was no excuse, he had been careless, perhaps even a little cocky; traits he had tried for years to stop, but such impulses proved difficult to quell in the heat of battle.
He could hear the guards yelling orders to find him, he needed to get onto high ground; if he could hide long enough he could make his way to the bureau and face Malik's sharp tongue and insults about him being a novice, but that was better than bleeding to death, and at least Malik would tend to his wounds despite e
My pasta man- GerItaThen again guys..I don't own..ANYTHING! except the plot.My pasta man- GerIta4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Anime: Hetalia Axis Powers
Pairings: Germany x Italy
Genre: Shounen-ai, Fanfiction
It's veeeerrrryyyy shoooortt...is it okay?!?!?!!?! XD
"Here, my dear Psychiatrist, is Guillermo's Sanctuary for Mentally Impaired patients."
A bespectacled man said, wearing a lab coat with an Italian accent assisting a young man with a slicked back blonde hair.
"Danke, Sir Mario." The young man replied carrying his own suitcase.
" Don't mention it, Signor Ludwig. Make sure to pass this test so that you can get your Psychology license. Ok? You gonna need it in Germany."Dr. Mario said as he patted Ludwig's shoulder which Ludwig only nod.
Ludwig Beilschmidt, a Psychiatrist student from University of Leipzig in Germany, went to Italy to have a 3 month training experience in a mental hospital before getting his license. Still new to the place, he seemed to have a hard time adjusting in the Italian environm