wade liberation warwade liberation war2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Boy was about nineteen. A young man really, but his face made him look younger. Girl was younger, maybe fifteen, sixteen. Peter Bowen thought as he kept his distance considering the situation, studying the several people involved.
City of wade was under Arenian occupation for over three centuries now, and Arenian trackers seeking out mages to be drafted to their military force was hardly an unusual event. Most people who were learned in spellcasting kept their skills hidden, and their weapons were creatively concealed.
Still give it enough time and any trickery will stand revealed. Trackers were by now very skilled in noticing anything with engraved spellcasting spiral. A ring, a stick, the smallest of things. They knew what they were looking for.
This was what baffled peter as he studied the unfolding situation. Boy was blatantly wearing two short swords with the casting spiral boldly and prominently visible on their handles. Either he was a fool, of a foreigner who decide
Draw Me...Draw me happy,Draw Me...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because I dont know how.
Give me a big smile,
Take the pucker from my brow.
Draw me warm eyes,
Make them bright green.
Sketch me long hair,
With a nice, clean sheen.
Draw me outgoing,
With an expressive face;
Give me a secret,
A thing or a place.
Draw me happy,
With an infectious smile.
So I can spread joy,
Mile by mile.
ME: Nail CareME: Nail Care3 years ago in Romance More Like This
On her first night together with Garrus, Shepard had been mildly concerned about the talons that she knew turians possessed. She trusted Garrus with all of her heart and knew that he never intentionally harm her, but there was that instinctual distrust of sharp claws near her softer human flesh. Of course she had been thinking of entirely different things by the time that evening reached the stage where his gloves came off, and then she didn't' have the luxury to think about minor details until after they had blow the Collector base to bits.
Being under house arrest had given her more than enough time to think, and Garrus was one of the happy memories she had she to stave on the crushing boredom. One of the questions those memories brought up was if turian anatomy charts and Alliance descriptions of turian talons as 'vicious natural weapons' were overly exaggerated or if Garrus had blunted his just for her.
The Beginning of All His Problems "Loving someone isn't wrong, Garrus. Whether you think it's right or wrong is irrelevant. If you feel it, you feel it. Don't try to calibrate your way out of it. Let yourself have something good, something you really want, for once. Okay?" Solana's voice floated through his ears softly, the way their mother's always had.The Beginning of All His Problems3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Okay," he answered, his undertones giving away his annoyance.
"Garrus Vakarian! You're not listening to me!" she shrieked, shouting his name just like their mother did when he took apart something he shouldn't have.
"Spirits, Sol, yes I am! I heard you. The first six times, and I'm going to hear you the seventh, too. I get it! Now stop--"
"Who you talking to, Vakarian?" Shepard asked, leaning over his shoulder, trying to get a peek at the console.
"Oh, is that...looks like I gotta go, Garrus. Talk to you soon. Love you, Garbear. Bye."
Suddenly the screen went blank except for a general Other user has logged off message.
Garrus rolled hi
I owe you all an explanationI owe you all an explanation4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As you all know, Lissachoa is Subject 222.
But what are these subjects about?
What kind of experiments did she go through?
What is the purpose of it all?
Well, sit back and I'll tell you everything.
It starts with the beginning.
Our world is full of myths, stories and folk lore.
The macabre, occult, and horror of monsters and the damned
that lurk in the darkness and dwells in the night
but what if these tales were not of
What if they were warnings of things to come?
Indeed we were caught off guard.
Some thought it was the Apocalypse, the Final Judgment, the end of the world
But heavens gates kept closed and earth remained.
On their own, mankind was trapped within the
Eternal cesspool of the damned.
Mankind soon was on the edge of extinction.
If Man were able to survive then we have to enhance ourselves and quickly,
At first live test subjects were used, but the body was unable to handle the sudden
Enhancements, resulting in a fatal outcome.
Xora Patrone - Chapter 13Title: Xora Patrone - Chapter 13: RainingXora Patrone - Chapter 133 years ago in Romance More Like This
Game: Mass Effect
Characters/Pairing: All Original Characters - Xora Patrone(female human), Lyrik Castius(male turian), Josie Madeen(female human), Hal'Jurgar(male quarian), Tren and Kero(male krogans).
Chapter 14: Raining
November 24th, 2185
Slowly turning the handle, the door creaked open to reveal a depressing sight. Dozens of spiders scurried back into their nooks, their webs twinkling from the sunrays creeping through the blinds. The furniture was caked in dust and the air was heavy with their particles wondrously drifting to their unknown destination. Their grayish existence littered across the room, only stirring when I make my bold return. The faint outline of footprints trailing across the floor could still be seen, marking my previous visit.
The memories flooded my mind, stinging with growing intensity the more I dwelled on each one. The shadows I fought to avoid seeing began creeping across
The Sweetest Kiss, Only For A Dream.When I wished that it would comeThe Sweetest Kiss, Only For A Dream.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I knew it wouldn't,
When you wished it would end
It only just began.
It broke my heart to let you go
And it hurt me even worse to stop loving you,
But what killed me the most was that one simple task,
Trying to love someone else.
After time apart our paths met again
And from the look in your eyes you knew it,
You and I began to walk the same road
But in different directions; we touched.
Now we stand so close to one another
While so anxious and so frail,
Our knees tremble and our hearts shake
We've waited so long for it to happen.
You stand on my toes so we're eye to eye
So you and I could lock minds,
I reach around you with my arm and brace your back
And with the other I burry my hand in your hair.
I bring you in and you think it's wrong
But I kiss your cheek and turn away,
You step off my feet and look at me,
I'll let you think for a night before we claim that it's right
So I brush your chin and leave you there,
I take my last glance, and what I see...
While The World Laughs OnSilently but surely the two edged sword pierced his heart.While The World Laughs On3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Over and over again, its cold, icy, tip penetrated his inward parts,
shrouding him in trembling fear and immense sorrow.
Yet, he managed to smile.
He waved to the crowd and dared to laugh.
He betrayed no sign of outward pain.
No one suspected it.
Not once did it cross their minds.
They were blinded.
Blinded by his broad smile.
Blinded by his charm.
Blinded by his shimmering facade.
(that dazzled they eyes of everyone he met)
But behind closed doors it was different.
Within the chambers of his heart lay the truth.
he was bruised, beaten and bleeding.
His heart lay torn and in pieces.
he succumbed to the pain as the tears gushed forth
out of his weeping, inflicted, soul.
But, he would not allow it.
he would not allow the world to see him so.
He wiped his tears and put on a smile.
(an act he perfected over the years)
He waved and smiled, while his heart lay torn.
He laughed and cheered, while his soul lay weeping.
He pretended to
Slowing DownI look back on this roadSlowing Down3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the dust hits my face,
It looks so lonely
Since I've lost the race.
While everyone runs past me
I'm stuck here on my own,
With a cold and raw throat
I yell out for help in a raspy moan.
The color fades from my eyes
And the blood runs out of my face,
I start to run while I look at the sky
About all the time that I waste.
Cut-Off PlaceWe live in a Cut-Off Place. We are alone on our own personal island. Our lawn meets the ocean. Our house is the floating remnants of livelihood. It's quiet now. Silent, almost. The buzz of the town was lost long ago. My wife and I were left alone when the rain came.Cut-Off Place3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We were a newlywed couple when it happened, living on a small hill away from town. It was a place for travelers, the train being the main source of transportation. People came and went. We sat and watched. Like the wheels running across the track, like the smoke spewing into the air, like the horn's fading sound, life left us.
All the people were washed away.
It is beautiful. It is tranquil, a Cut-Off Place sitting amongst the new ocean's blue waters. We are happy here, but soon we must go. The train will take us to our next destination. The next Cut-Off Place waiting to be made.
The town will be flooded. One house will remain. Until the whole world is beautiful, tranquil.
Until the whole world is a Cut-Off Place.
The Victim.The scars on my best friends arm were visible for everybody to see.The Victim.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sitting in my History class, my teacher rambles on and on about Women's Rights in the years leading up to World War I, but I am not paying attention.
I could tell from just looking at Claire that she wasn't either. She sat with her head resting on her arm. A pensive look on her face as she stares out of the window into the dreary, grey, dull morning. I could only see the side of her little blonde head. She was in that secret place of hers again. The one that I was not permitted to enter.
I put my head down on the desk and close my eyes. Life wasn't good right now. Every now and again, Claire sniffed. This was the usual nowadays, I didn't bother to look up.
"Victoria! Please pay attention!" Mrs Findlay barked crisply above the babble of the class. "Settle down..." She ordered, and then went back to teaching.
I sat up straight and made myself look like I was interested, but of course, I wasn't.
I often got rows in class
A Mad WorldDecember 21, 2012A Mad World3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Doomsday was truly a beautiful day. The blind men ran around with knives, the deaf silently screamed as they bled on the ground, children hugged their broken porcelain dolls while crying hopeless prayers. The bodies of the suicidal rained down on the earth, falling from the roof to the pavement, shaking the ground along with the quakes that erupted from the earth's core. The world is now the devil's canvas, painted with pretty streaks of red and a chalky black dust that stains the air. The clouds rained ash and the smell of burning flesh and bad blood tainted the oxygen. You could almost taste the metallic blood just by breathing. They could not differentiate man from demon. The innocent died along with the corrupted. The pure floated up to the heavens while the sinful were dragged to the underworld by their ankles. After a quick flash of red, orange, and yellow, the world became black. I was not needed here. Humans are far more creative in the art of death than I cou
I Cheated With VanityPride and the indecision,I Cheated With Vanity3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Come what tomorrow skies at bay-
We shall all die alone and barren,
The cold promise given so we pray.
Do not hope, it is forsaken,
Depravity strips us from our demands,
Love is nothing but a nightmare,
There is nothing it can withstand.
Let's chase the sorrowful lusts tonight,
Fuck it all, we have nothing to lose but gained,
And when we are old and bitter,
Death shall be but the gift at old age.
And so we count and count,
Waiting for the last moment to recall,
For maybe father time shall sleep,
And mankind will be swallowed whole in all.
Ch.74: Softer than expectedCh.74: Softer than expected3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Lost in the screams of pain is a chapter story,
All the stories are about fragments out of Zuko's and Iroh's lives.
This story happens after [Book 3, ep.16: The Ember Island Players].
Zuko isn't the hard disciplined soldier they knew, he's much softer than expected. The young ex-Prince learns every day a little more.
Zuko is sixteen,
Sokka is fifteen,
Suki is fifteen,
Katara is fourteen,
Toph is twelve,
Aang is twelve.
Lost in the screams of pain,
Chapter 74: Softer than expected.
The sun descended, its rays were soft and a treasure trove of colors. There was a beautiful view from the beach, where all the young teens were at the moment. Sokka sat next to his girlfriend, they were both watching at Toph's amazing sculptures. Her sand bending were incredible and truly beautiful.
Aang sat near the sea; he glared over the irregular waves and couldn't stop thinking about Katara. She was inside the beach house and prepared their meals for this evening, he truly didn't knew what
Dying to be BeautifulDying to be beautifulDying to be Beautiful3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How far does it go
How deep can it get
How dark can it pull
When nothing holds you together
But layers of makeup on sunken cheeks
And your bones so frail they
Shatter from sobbing
Your heart so weak
You cannot risk loving
Your world so painful,
Through gray misty eyes
From the outline of ribs
To the protruding bone spines
I clearly see, you’re dying
Yes, dying to be beautiful
I wish somebody would tell you
The secret of beauty
It comes from the heart
The inside out
Not the outside in
But still how far will you go
How deep will you get
How dark will you go
Until you realize
Just to beautiful
A Thousand Needles"Don't you think you're taking this a bit too far?"A Thousand Needles3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The corner of Will's mouth curves into a contemptuous smirk. "No, doc, I don't," he says.
"See? He just won't stop!" Nina's face is flushed and sickly from sleepless nights and crying. She's a pitiful imagewasted, tired, desperate.
And Will laughs at her, unable to control himself.
Dr. Willoughby looks down at the piece of scratch notebook paper before him, once again observing the gruesome image of the mutilated infant doodled upon it with the words "mommy no love me" scrawled across the top. He leans back against his cushioned chair, removing his glasses and touching his thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose. Then he sighs, weary. It's easy to see he's on the verge of giving up. After six straight weeks of morbid artwork, obscene language, sardonic jokes, and nightmares, he's about ready to seek a doctor himself. "How you can laugh at this is beyond me," he finally says.
"How you can say I'm taking this 'a bit
I think I love him.No...I think I love him.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think I love him.
This can't be true.
It can't be him.
Why am I doing this?
It's not like he'd fall for me too.
The Terror of FarnsburnThe Terror of Farnsburn3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Terror of Farnsburn
My life is almost over. My body and soul are both
wilting to the corruption of cancer, which for the past few months,
has spread from my lungs into my head and other parts of my aged
body. It now seems unlikely that I will see my ninety-fifth birthday
in October. Or is it November? I cannot remember.
It is inevitable that I will die here in my bed in
this wretched asylum that I have the misfortune of calling my “home”.
How I have come to call it this is the main reason I am writing this
text. I want to show these blasted fools that I am not the raving
maniac they perceive me to be. At least not any more.
I was mad once; driven beyond the threshold of sanity
by a great terror; a terror that for the past fifty-nine years I have
been unable to discuss with anyone as I
Skyrim - One Hour FinaleSkyrim - One Hour Finale3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'The Finale' by Dawnweaver13
Good evening, ladies and lords, marquis and marchioness, baron and baroness, count and countess, their vassals, honored guests and members of the house, and of course the never still servants for without them our occasion in this special evening would not exist. We must express our gratitude for this once in a lifetime chance to deliver our stories and songs in front of venerable hosts. Now we remember telling most of you in your private holds the story of Dragon born and her trials against Alduin, how she fell from Akatosh' claim into Molag Bal's realm. Milord personally requested that we ought to continue such story…
To you, milord and lady, t'is story would be nothing but a tale to invigorate thine imagination. Yet to us, this tale is our reality. Therefore we must ask before we proceed, wo
FallingIn the middle of my rib-cageFalling3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my heart was floating.
Swaying in the air.
Drifting like a migrating bird
A river of butterflies;
tumbling and skipping
on their fluttering wings.
Simply from the unwavering eyes
watching me shamelessly.
Mirrored pools of brown.
I attempted to send back a smile;
my heart tried not to crumble
like a freshly baked cookie.
And in a moment it was over.
The only sound a thumping heart
and a soaring soul.
Yet I knew that everybody could hear
the gentle whisper of flapping butterfly wings.
Things Grow When Left AloneIf we had check-ups every dayThings Grow When Left Alone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we would eventually be diagnosed
with everything, even the thoughts
intrinsic to our heart.
Our soul's desiring a disease in itself,
until we can love no more.
Rain SongA thundering fanfareRain Song3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The shattered sky
And the hot air scatters.
At long last
You have come.
You cast out
The wild passions and frenzies
And a still mind.
With your icy command
You drive away
Asking no questions
Demanding no rewards
All seeing and all knowing.
Pounding through arteries
You fill my lungs
Seeping into every bone.
Washing me away
Until nothing remains.
Introduccion I: Lagrimas de DiosIntroduccion I: Lagrimas de Dios3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Introducción I: "Lagrimas de Dios"
-Todo el mundo fue testigo de su existencia, el 12 de diciembre del 2012 Dios lloro por las almas de los seres humanos al ver que su tiempo se había acabado.
Ese día fue húmedo y caluroso para todo el mundo, se registraron incidentes naturales, 43º grados del Norte al Sur Antártico. Ondas electromagnéticas, incendios e inundaciones a causa del rápido derretimiento de los glaciares. Noticieros agrandando los sucesos, políticos diciendo que todo estaría mejor mientras pensaban en su próxima candidatura o su aumento en el sueldo. Gente hipócrita hablando de los últimos tiempos como si supieran lo que se avecinaba, los religiosos esperando el momento para saber quien de todos tubo razón siempre y los ladrones aprovechando cada situación que se les daba.
Como un rebaño asustado a la espera de quien sería el próximo cordero por degollar, mirába