First Battle of Eden: Part 1The First Battle of EdenFirst Battle of Eden: Part 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By Josheua Samuelson
A Chronicles of Man Short Story
The chime pierced the silence of the flag officer's quarters aboard the Alliance battleship Kilimanjaro, and Vice Admiral Harriet Spencer's azul eyes opened begrudgingly before the chime called again. Sighing, the five foot nine woman rolled to her side and glanced up at the communication panel at her bedside, tapping the glowing accept key and designating voice only. After all, it wasn't right for an admiral to talk to her subordinates while half naked.
"Spencer, go ahead." She said and noted the grogginess of her own voice as she checked the time. Zero two hundred. No wonder she felt like she had just fallen off a sunderhorse.
"Admiral, I don't mean to wake you but we have a situation." Spencer quirked an eyebrow at the voice on the other end. It was Captain Kuritz, Kilimanjaro's CO who, like Spencer,
Crying Red TearsCrying Red Tears5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Mary, you can't be serious!" I took a step forward. Written across my friends' face was fear and hatred. Possibly even a hint of laughter.
"Kel, you can't stop me," she insisted, raising the bloody blade above her head, "Death is painless. I know no pain. See?" she held out her bloody wrist to me and I recoiled.
Mary has always been my best friend. To lose her of something so stupid seemed a waste.
She threw me a dirty look, but when she saw the pained expression on my face her eyes softened. "Oh, Kel. I'm so sorry to do this to you," She threw the razor in her hand a fond look.
I took another step towards her, "Just listen to me."
"The time for listening is done, Kel!" she snapped, her grip on the sharp object tightening. "I waited for you people for years, and no one cared! Why now?"
"Because now I know the truth," I pleaded with h
The Apprentice Chapter 7 Part 2Striking the heartThe Apprentice Chapter 7 Part 27 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Revan and Akoi had been called down to a lower level of the base to oversee the interrogation of their prisoner: Chun Ta. They had found evidence of his involvement with the separatists in his warehouse, namely a standard issue holdout blaster and one-way comm that could only receive, not transmit.
They arrived in the room behind the one-way glass where Jaller Obrim and a highly decorated mandalorian in green armor with Jaig eyes, rank marks indicating him as a captain, and a mysterious badge on his right chest plate that appeared the be the Jedi symbol with a drop of blood falling off of it were already waiting. Anakin and Ahsoka soon arrived and the mandalorian took center stage.
“Mornin’ lady, gents, I’m Kane Lo and I’ll be hostin’ today’s interrogation.” He said with a mock bow
Revan looked into his mind for a moment and felt a tinge of shock before quickly flashing back to reality.
‘He has many dange
Missing PieceBroken screaming,Missing Piece7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Makes me want to cry,
I don't know why,
Never shall I know why.
AN OLD FRIEND--Part 2: Alpha meets Obi-Wan “Alpha,” said a voice behind him.AN OLD FRIEND--Part 2: Alpha meets Obi-Wan9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He turned slightly in his seat. It was General Kenobi.
Rising stiffly to his feet he stood at attention. The Jedi almost immediately waved him to ease.
“Alpha, how long were you in those stasis tubes?”
He swallowed, feeling the scratches on his neck strain just from the little movement of his adam’s apple.
“Two months, sir.”
Obi-Wan gave a small smile.
“I realize that you’re not the same Alpha I rendezvoused with on Kamino,” he said ruefully.
The trooper said nothing, not wanting to offend the Jedi who seemed to have taken a liking to him.
“Where is that trooper, might I ask?”
“CT-2225 is—dead, sir,” he said, a lump forming in his throat.
The General’s face softened with sympathy.
“He died from the clone sickness, sir,” finished Alpha, glad for the protection of his helmet so
The Trouble with HeartsIn poker I haveThe Trouble with Hearts9 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
to forget that the Queen of
Spades is a dread card.
Bottomless PitBlackened, poisoned heart,Bottomless Pit9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Loss of happiness is swift.
Underneath I am crumbling;
Eerie thoughts of disturbing self
Destruction fills my every thoughts.
Icy chills prickles my skin,
Alerting my senses to go into a
Mad dance, just being pushed
Over the jagged edge of insanity.
Never have I felt the banes of
Dismal solitude that plagues mankind.
Pleasure and pain meshed together;
Inside I am eaten alive, strong burdens
Killing my vitals with each strike.
All alone, I am left with my sorrow,
Caring not of my body, caring not of my
Health for it decays like dying cells
Until my last breath exhales finally.
Now Scream For MeStreak colours acrossNow Scream For Me9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hellish skies of vengeance.
Illusions and wishes shall
Not be granted for the weak.
You of all people fail to
Understand my brutal wrath.
Marvel at my destructive powers,
Brave the winds of despair as
Rain of fire sweep the land.
Every unfortunate soul will perish,
Obliterated by such chaos that
Nobody can ever run and hide from.
For decades I have been dormant
And here I appear before your eyes;
Now is the time to scream, mortals.
Writer's BlockYou've not seen Natalie in a long time,Writer's Block10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
and sleep evades you, too;
Motivation has taken to smoking
on the balcony with your flat-mate,
and you can't help but envy
the paint splattered denim-overalls he wears.
Words have never showed you such appreciation
their leftovers always sprint to the bin,
and the only imprint they ever leave
is that you weren't good enough to craft
them into something better
(at least not without the help of a dictionary).
With a loathsome shudder of loneliness,
you wonder if that's why Natalie left
(minus the dictionary, of course; she had a
fondness for words only when they slurred
and spilled out of her mouth in a lure
of kisses she regretted in the morning).
In retrospect, you're more concerned about
the disappearance of Inspiration.
Motivation hushes himself quiet when you
step near: no, he hasn't seen him.
The cold shoulder of a lover has never
been easy to tolerate, but this one's
not even being offered to you.
You sigh to yourself and drag your arse
X.i. I am glad, now, that I didn't love you. It is punishment enough that my ego insists you should still love me.X.10 months ago in Letters More Like This
ii. You're the one I still want to dedicate a paragraph to, here. A litany of metaphors in poetic verse. But it isn't necessary; I don't want to love you, even if it's what my ego - a repeat offender - wants. I am glad we're best friends.
iii. I have been taught something tonight. And where there was going to be a barrage of hatred here, plain for the world to see, and plain enough that my reasons would be startlingly clear, I no longer need that. I don't want to hate you. I want you to understand - and I want you to hate yourself.
iv. As a person, I want to understand you. As a person of decency to those who have suffered, I want you to die.
v. I have thanked you for so much, but I do not owe you a debt.
vi. I should apologise for trying to forget you ever existed, in the hope that the pain of losing you would go away one day.
vii. This is not the beginning of my starting t
FlushedMy father's brandy,Flushed10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
odour rising from
the carpet where
the glass won't
pick itself up -
(and I wouldn't
take something else
but it's preferable
to what I
have to offer:
piss and fear.
the incidentit was bad enough thatthe incident10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i was a liar
before the incident -
yes, i'll do the dishes
yes, i've let the dog out
yes, i've watered the roses
- but no one calls him
when he tells you
i said yes.
WanderlustWanderlust1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Plains grass whispers
Cold waves sparkle on a distant shore
Above the world, the eagles cry
The huge sky arches
A clear blue dome
Through the frosted pines I roam
The high wind shrieks
The clouds blow snow
I know not where, but on I go
Bright stars flicker
in the evening's gloam
The chirping crickets call me home
Mandalorian RequestWar was part of the Mandalorian way of life, with it came death. It was unavoidable but that did not make it any easier to accept. To lose a part of one’s family was just not how things were meant to be. To lose a son, to lose one’s own flesh and blood was unthinkable.Mandalorian Request1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It had not been quick, it had not been clean. Blasters were supposed to deliver that at least but this one hadn’t. It t took nearly an hour for the boy to die; the blaster bolt had not killed him outright as it should’ve. His Beskar had done its work but not nearly well enough, leaving a smoking hole and burned flesh where once there was a whole person, a brave son of his clan and a worthy Mandalorian warrior. A slow death or a painless one, both were difficult to accept and a not a word was spoken between father and son, fellow warriors.
The boy’s father could do nothing for him as he lay dying, but he had been avenged. The sniper who’d taken the shot was already dead and dumped in
Releationship ReassementStop for a single moment,Releationship Reassement9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hear me out for what it's worth.
I don't want any part of this
Neglect you're inflicting upon me.
Easy I have fallen for you,
Easily so I am losing you rapidly.
So many mistakes has been made,
Heaven knows we have our limits.
Always seeking to hurt the other;
Where the hell are we going?
Obviously we have changed for the worst,
Leaving behind all that was pure.
I envision so much better than this;
For too long I have been blinded by
Endless agony and bouts of depression.
The Adventures of Kaalia Haar: The Final ReturnThe Final ReturnThe Adventures of Kaalia Haar: The Final Return10 months ago in Settings More Like This
It had been two years since Kaalia Haar had seen her former co-pilot Torel Janks. He’d asked her to let him solo her ship to Tergaluis Eight to complete his pilot training. In the process he’d also managed to find the man who would become his Jedi master, hiding in a cave on the dark mountainous world. Torel had tagged along with Kaalia for so long and through so much that she thought that he would never leave her side. When he did, it was a bit of a shock. She remembered her last goodbye to him before continuing on her smuggling run.
“I can’t believe this is it.” Kaalia put her hands on his shoulders.
“Me either,” Torel smiled. “Who’d thought that rumor Tortai told me about would turn out to be true.”
“Tell me about it.” Kaalia reached into her right pocket. “Here, I got you a going away present.”
She dug around her pocket, pulled out a circular m
A Four Lettered WordLove, a four lettered word,A Four Lettered Word7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
We all take for granted sometimes.
Some of us genuinely mean it,
Others tamper with the pure concept
And use it as means of manipulation.
How many times does it take
For a heart to break for good?
Maybe the unlucky few does
Not deserve to feel such passion
From a fair, affectionate person.
Kechi 2 Ch. 30: That's why we're friendsKechi 2 Ch. 30: That's why we're friends8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kechi 2 Ch. 30: That's why we're friends -[Part 1/2]-
-Skyashu's house- [8:00 pm night]
*Kechi and Grayous return back to Dr. Skyashu's with great news and bad news*
-Dining hall everyone sitting on a floor around a short table-
Marla: Its glad to hear your back, so how did it go with the mission? ^^
Kechi: *She doesn't answer but shows eyes full of doubt looking at Skyashu and Marla*
Skyashu: You defeated Badnick, what more could there be? ^.^
Kechi: I thought my destiny defeated him 2 weeks ago, I don't understand?...
Grayous: Damn it! The fact is we saw him as a ghost...
Skyashu: *Surprised gasp* Aghhh!...
Marla: I thought he would return... *Has her eyes closed getting a suspicion she was right* --
Nanii: Who returned?...
Marla: Tell her Kechi,... *A bit hesitated on wanting to say the evil they may have known by not saying his name*
Kechi: Zo-heii has returned as some sort of ghost... However me and Gray get a feeling he is up to something we don't understand about at al
Truth Within Ch4: Ambush, Ambushed.Truth Within Ch4: Ambush, Ambushed.1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Genre: Romance, Adventure, Hurt/Comfort
Pairing: General Grievous/Sakajin (OC)
Being a mechanic for the CIS is tough, especially when you're surrounded by nothing but droids every day of your life. Of course, Sakajin Takio would have chosen to be just a mechanic again if she had the option. Because being the apprentice of General Grievous is hard, especially when you're living in the shadow and pain of the choices your ex-Jedi mother had made long ago.
Sakajin peered across the vast landscape, cautious as she walked from the ship just a few steps behind the General and his MagnaGuards. The ship had landed as quietly as it possibly could, but yet the group still had to be cautious, careful for any radars that might have caught them even in their efforts of subtlety.
When Sakajin had a chance to look around after exiting the ship, she could see that the area around them was completely silent; not a single soul to be found, though that was perhaps wh
La noche es friaLa noche es fríaLa noche es fria7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mi alma está triste
Mi amor está muerto
Mi vida es destruida
La noche es fría
Te echo de menos
La vida es una puta
Mi arma está cargada
UnendingThe war raged on for a week.Unending5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Facing each other across the field known as strife the Gods perceived themselves as the better choice. Thousands were rallied to their cause.
The war raged on for a month.
Troops now weary, there were constantly more thrown unto the fray - only to be churned into the foundation that was the conflict.
The war raged on for a year.
Battered, Tired, and Distraught the thousands turned into tens of thousands. The Black God cackled as the White God threw his humble servants into the fires of war. Weeping for the struggle the White God vowed to smite the Black God.
The war raged on for 10 years.
Those who had survived this long had seen enough killing to have had lasted them ten lifetimes. There was no foreseeable end to the conflict that had started over a simple argument.
The war raged on for 100 years.
As the Black God stroked his beard bullets whizzed past his throne of skulls. The White God was chanting in prayer to pro