SWTOJK Chapter 1SWTOJK Chapter 12 years ago in Settings More Like This
Star Wars: Tribe of Jedi Knights
A man in his early twenties sat in the containment center of a Jedi transport. He was of a medium build, with light brown hair and light blue eyes. His hands were hand cuffed, and he wore his hood over his face to hide himself from further humiliation. The man figited the other men in the transport stared at him with unforgiving eyes. A woman came out of the shadow and sat down next to him.
"I've got an idea," She said to the man with a sly smile,"Lets bust out of her."
The man looked up to her," And why, might I ask, did you come over here to talk to me instead of anyone else on this damned transport?"
"Because," She started and looked up to the roof," You look like you need me the most."
"Well just how do you intend on getting out of here?"
She pulled out a lightsaber out of her boots and sliced though the floor," Like that..."
Consumptive Metronomegritty veinsConsumptive Metronome5 years ago in Other More Like This
munch munch munch
munch munch munch
munch munch munch
I spit out
munch munch munch,
munch munch munch,
munch munch munch,
one inch silk
The next time I am naked, I will be mouthless.
Changed, beautiful, starving to death.
Bastille: The High Tea Room"The High Tea Room"Bastille: The High Tea Room5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
They all sat at an almost impossibly long and weathered mahogany table draped in a wine red and black lace tablecloth. Each and every setting was a hodgepodge display of impeccably arranged formal tableware and the chairs were a wild timeline of miscellaneous table seating from the past few centuries. The room itself was dank and dark, lit only by innumerable candles hanging from chandeliers and brackets that left the stone floor and walls grayed and the corners in darkness so thick it was palpable. There were no windows and only one exit: a heavy wooden door that had locked behind each person who entered. The occasion was tea.
Queenie sat at the head of one end, practically lounging in a high-backed Victorian construction that looked more at home in a throne room than a dining hall. She took a dainty sip of her tea and placed the cup just so on the unmatched saucer, sneaking a not-so-surreptitious glance at her albino assistant, Donovan.
He sat to her r
The NightThe night has sounds and colors that surrounds us and invites us to become a part of her and be with her not a grey color in a black and white world, but a bat that flies blindly, yet clearly sees his way and feels in his body the cold that you welcome when everything else just burns you.The Night5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
The night has dodging, concealing, spying colors, has frightening, shivering, torpifying sounds and they are dark night in a growing whirl that injures and hurts.
The night has delighting, priding, tempting colors, has accelerating, provoking, burning sounds and they are live night in a lightning stroke that bites and snatches.
The night has colors and sounds that belong to me and I am the nights sound and color that dazzles and attracts endlessly, without modesty, without ties, without regret
Rose's Epitaph Part 02Rose's Epitaph Part 022 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Most of the journey had been spent in constant training with very few words spoken between them, though this silence had not been awkward; but a mutual one spent in reflections and thoughts. The Slums had soon laid a week's travel by foot behind them as they came upon the secluded mansion nestled between the Shiverspine Mountains and the forest that nearly surrounded the distant kingdom of Varelea. This large dwelling that stood overlooking the forest from the shelf of the Shiverspine's foothills was partially surrounded in a semicircle by a low white wall around the jutting shelf of rock.
He felt her hand grip his shoulders as she knelt down to his eye level, "I have often told you how the Varr Family are renowned warriors, but are not nobility, correct?"
Keric had merely shook his head 'yes'.
"Good. But there is more you must know. Because of this renown the Varr often find service within the noble houses throughout
A Poem About Episode SixA Poem About Episode Six1 year ago in Visual Poetry More Like This
Welcome to Episode Six,
This time out is the final time out,
Before Episode One.
Catching up from where Five left off,
Return of the Jedi.
It won't be easy as they'll find.
They go to rescue Han.
R2 and C3P0 make first contact
And it goes really bad.
End up scared out of their wits.
Chewie is next to show up,
Captured by a bounty hunter.
But the bounty hunter's fake.
It's actually Princess Leia,
She frees Han and gets captured.
Jabba The Hutt takes to her,
She'll be enslaved like Oola was,
But she'll try and hang around.
Luke finally decides to show.
Calls himself a Jedi knight,
But like a fool he's down the pit.
He meets the Rancor with a pig.
Nearly gets kills by it,
But turns things around.
Lando in his good disguise,
Watches as Luke and Han,
Are sentenced to their deaths.
Leia in a gold bikini.
Lucky Han doesn't have his sight,
He would be surprised!
On the barge and to the pit.
Sentenced to be fed to the Sarlacc.
But things don't go so smooth.
Luke makes his great esc
The Perfect FatherThe Perfect Father4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
He doesn't know I'm watching him,
Hasn't the faintest clue,
So occupied his mind's become,
With Luke and Leia too.
He is the perfect father,
A fine protector of his young,
His children his greatest achievement,
Right now he's rocking one.
Luke is in his adoring arms,
His sniffling slowly stopping.
Whispered words of calm and joy
And a touch from within the force.
He is the perfect father,
So dedicated to his cause,
Luke stops crying and falls asleep
In time to his father's singing.
He was my padawan.
Now he is a man,
A man with a heart of gold,
And a father with a soothing touch
That can quiet his frightened child.
Social and Body DysphoriaThere seem to be at least two forms of dysphoria, when it comes to trans shit: social and body.Social and Body Dysphoria3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Social dysphoria is the dysphoria that comes from how others treat you. It's when I get called 'ma'am' by the waiter, or by everyone on the phone, or how I can not fit into any article of clothing in the shop that I want.
My social dysphoria is pretty minor. It's annoying, but it very rarely spurs me into rage. Sexism exacerbates social dysphoria, but it doesn't create it. People can be perfectly kind and polite and still cause social dysphoria--think of all those well-intentioned people who tell me what a pretty girl I am.
Some people want to pass or transition to ease social dysphoria. In my case, I do not; I have enough folks around me who treat me properly that I don't mind. Also, it's never been my huge issue.
My issue tends to be more body dysphoria. It's quite basic: parts or traits of my body are wrong.
Never LoverNever Lover4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
What life brings upon us,
All those challenges in our lives,
So challenging for a normal being,
So impossible for a Jedi.
Yet I still love him.
He's grown up around it,
And so have I.
For all the things
I've never asked,
We should not, we're Jedi.
But I want his love.
Don't say. Don't whisper.
But I can't deny my feelings,
So Obi-Wan my never lover,
I love you...but I can't say it.
Characters of Omega: Roran MachiavelliCharacters of Omega: Roran Machiavelli2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Designation: Core World, Upper Class (Politician)
Homeworld: New Queensland
Appearance: Tall, brown hair, hazel eyes, mild athletic build
Chosen clothing: Military-grade brown trench coat with dark khaki jeans, clothing otherwise varies
Skills: Great leader, excellent marksman, specializes in the use of dual-wielding pistols
Backstory: Born the only child of a wealthy family, Roran Machiavelli had the privilege of becoming the son of the Sector Senator when he was only five years old once his father, Charles Darwin Machiavelli, was elected by a landslide due to his political campaign and his promise to be a grand representative of the people. His mother was a big influence in his life up until his 11th birthday when she died of a then-incurable disease. As a result, he later took after his father in many ways, including earning military training besides his studying for his political career. Top of his class at 16 years,
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,
love or logic?Love? ....or Logic?love or logic?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All my life I have chosen practicality over everything
As I have chosen anything over emotion.
Love? ....or Logic?
I met someone
Who I think needs me.
And who I think I need.
Love? ....or Logic?
If I choose love, I lose everything I have been working for.
But if I choose those goals,
I may lose what happiness I have not managed to purge myself of.
Love? ....or Logic?
illusion - 2006 11 27Maybe it's better if I keep living underillusion - 2006 11 274 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the silky webs built by whimsy's threads
At least I'll be able to hold on
That this might become real one day
Maybe it's better this way
Living with an artificial smile
At least I can imagine
That the faint song can grow louder someday
Maybe it's better to keep the glass half full
By dreaming up these fragile fantasies
Not ever trying to make them come true
Because they might break if I do
Maybe it's better to live a half-life
with closed windows
hidden under fancy's roof
Closed windows that you cannot fall out of
Better than falling
and being broken and stepped on
The way you could be if you escaped from the untrue
Better to live in these self-painted illusions
Singing my own notes to an euphonious song
Better not knowing love at all
Just feeling the things that I want to
Better not to give you the key
to shatter my dreams
Maybe it's better that you don't know at all
That my heart is in your hands
Because you might drop it once you do
When You DanceShe said, "One day, I'll dance at your wedding,"When You Dance6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I couldn't meet her eyes, knowing it false.
I lied for fear her tears would be shedding
If she knew that I want no wedding waltz.
"Yes, Grandma," One day you will find movement,
I say inside, while you lay paralyzed.
Your feet will tense, you'll jump with knees bent,
Your M.S. a thing of the past despised.
Your brush will paint again, your muscles flex,
Your soul a youthful and vital being.
I'll paint you, I'll be a mirror that reflects
The thing that to it is most worth seeing.
But when you dance, don't dance for, or at me.
Dance for dancing, enjoy that you are free.
Apart Chapter 2: The SummonsA few hours later, Hinata was awake, going through the motions of getting ready for the day. She had risen from her bed, from the security of her quilt, wiped her eyes, and had slowly hopped into the shower, like an automaton. Hinata's eyes never looked up as the warm water washed over her, washed the salty remains of her silent tears away. Her head was bent in sadness, in self-pity.Apart Chapter 2: The Summons7 years ago in Teen More Like This
She got out, dried herself, and threw on her normal clothes, pulling her soft hoodie over her head and slipping into its comfort. Breakfast was a glass of milk and some toast, and she munched it halfheartedly, her pale purple eyes glossed over and half closed.
I believed it, she thought, nibbling again at the toast. I completely thought I'd mailed the letter. And it seemed so happy, everything seemed so perfect. Naruto-kun even kissed me, and he said he preferred me, and...
Good holy crap, she fired back at herself angrily, Hinata, what are you doing! You haven't pined and cried like this since you were fi
DruidaDruida7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
He vivido cuarenta y dos mil ciclos lunares velando por la protección de los distintos territorios poblados antaño por mi raza. Hace mucho tiempo éramos miles, decenas de miles. Nuestra sociedad era próspera y nuestros hermanos del sur eran aún más numerosos que nosotros. Elfos altos, de pelo oscuro y ojos claros; estaban preparados para la guerra. Nosotros en cambio éramos pacíficos, de cabellos dorados bañados por el sol y miradas penetrantes. La naturaleza de mi raza siempre ha sido bondadosa, y siempre he creído que gracias a eso, nuestra sociedad se alzó próspera y nuestras riquezas fueron abundantes.
Nací en una pequeña aldea al norte de Bosquefrondoso, los días de mi niñez eran cálidos e inocentes. Jugaba, trepaba y peleaba contra los demás niños de mi pequeña aldea. Pronto me sentí atraído por todo lo que me rodeaba, comenc
UnacceptableUnacceptable2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
In your history,
Where we once were.
Everything in your life,
Ends up dead or worse.
Your evil behaviour,
The way that you act so mean.
Starting when you were choking me.
I thought you were savable.
But now ten years on,
I can stop and smile.
My tears stopped falling.
Because I see so well.
You missed the go back sign,
Failed to speak to Yoda on time.
Killed innocent younglings,
And so many more.
You're public menace number one.
Living life as a fool.
You go about the wrong way,
Guess that was my warning card.
Because though that I loved you.
Situation turned cold,
And I'm a ghost and you're half dead.
So in your dreams where you can't escape.
I whisper the words,
That will make you hate me.
I speak the truth.
Your life is quite a nightmare.
Your behaviour unacceptable.
Kids We Got No ReplyKids We Got No Reply2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Sorry to say.
Kids we got no reply.
No whisper in the dark.
Not that you've heard,
Ever wished to know.
Vader the rubbish father.
You never cared.
The man he was,
Disappeared for good.
For the good of the force.
It'll take near death to turn him.
Care to fix the radio of time?
Falcon Flight: Chapter 2Falcon Flight: Chapter 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I open my eyes, and almost groan when I realize it's not even morning yet. Well, as close to morning as it gets in the middle of cold, dark space. Cold, dark...and alone. My face scrunches up when I remember as rude comment Han made awhile back, somewhere along the lines of my heart resembling vacuum.
Speaking of Han, where is that scoundrel? I sit up and my eyes scan the dark room. I spot him, lying in his bunk on the other side of the cabin. I smile as I watch him sleep. He looks so much younger, more vulnerable, innocent.
I realize how thirsty I am. Kicking off the sheets, I tie my robe around my waist and walk as silently as I possibly can out of the bunkroom. His breathing shallows as I pass by him. Don't wake up, I plead silently, palming the door open.
I make it to the galley without waking Solo up. I release the breath I didn't realize I was holding. Opening the cooling unit, the first th
The Master And The ApprenticeThe Master And The Apprentice4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
They sit together.
I watch from afar.
I hate him.
I hate him.
Where is our loyalty?
I tried to do the right thing,
But I guess I was the pawn.
The Sith will rise
But not with me at his side.
I'm dead afterall...
But I'm not.
I will be avenged,
The master and the apprentice
One day they will be mine.
I hide my head.
I look so fierce.
So powerful with the force.
I will kill them both.
I repaired my lightsaber
Was saved by a friend,
Now I'm together,
The master and the apprentice oblivious,
I watch them with revenge pounding in my ears.
Artificially TemptingArtificially Tempting10 years ago in Typographical More Like This
Can you see that light illuminating the heavens?
It brings false hope to the hearts of men
I no longer can …
see my path lying
Between the world of the damned and the world of man
I had no choice
In the world of angels
Where beauty masks silent sadness
I broke free
I fought for my independence
Thus crept in my heart a darker malice
For on this path I trampled…
So I sought the flames of Hades
To purge my soulless body of love
A love that deludes the lost ones above me
I fashioned new wings
With feathers to match my sins
For the smoke that haunts my breath
Bares witness to my hell
And as I can see your quivering fright
I can smell your fear of mortality
For I am now the angel of death,
But do not approach me
For my beauty, my youth
Are but an illusion
(c)2004 Joseph Palladino