Bioshock 2 Short StoryAndrew Ryan mentioned me once, in one of his voice diary recordings. The Alpha series Big Daddy, crouched by a Gather's Garden, crying. Epsilon, that's what they branded me, the last of the official Alpha series. They stripped me of all my memories from the surface, and bonded me to a poor little girl, an orphan, and forced a Adam Slug in her stomach, making her a little sister.Bioshock 2 Short Story5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I loved her like my daughter, though, and I was her Daddy. Mr. Bubbles she'd call me, though all Little Sister's called their Big Daddys that. No one got near her, and I was critically injured many times for her, and even died twice, but with the miracle invention called a Vita-chamber, I'd come back over and over. However, that wasn't the same for my little one.
The Splicers overwhelmed me, pinning me down momentarily, but it was too late once I broke free, and Oh god I can remember it so clearly, the bastards killed her right in front of me! They killed my little one, and broke our bond. Oh god, it
Toy Store: Night of the BallToy Store: Night of the Ball3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The burgundy bead rolled about along the veins and contours of the feather which served as Armand's finger. It was an odd clash of colors, the crimson serving to mute rather than accent the faint flavor of the tart liquid. Yet any concern for the color was proving secondary to the more glaring notion that tugged at the toy's mind. Why not wine? When he was human centuries ago no one would have given a second thought to him sampling a bit of Merlot; but his boyish demeanor he had come to be trapped in since his death and curse now proved a great inhibitor to things he used to enjoy.
Though he cannot blame the serving toys for this slight, they weren't created with the ability to know or empathize with his laments. Not to mention there was the issue of his handicap preventing him from explaining. Still, it would seem he wasn't alone in being denied this comfort. &
The Old God, Savitrॐ भूर्भुव: स्व: तत्सवितुर्वरेण्यं ।The Old God, Savitr4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
भर्गो देवस्य धीमहि, धीयो यो न: प्रचोदयात् ।।
The wind blew sand into your nonchalant soul,
and your heart coughed. I entered the circle
at night, and I was consumed by fire. I did not
know of you then. I have fractured myself into
a thousand souls: but they are all whole, for I did
see you in my absence. Yet you? - you
were sailing, and your head was
full of water light.
I was significant when your mother poured out water
in a copper pot from a balcony; water, which
caught and held the moon, and then spilled over
with a quiet radiance. You wondered whether
the moon l
Maid For A DayMaid For A Day3 years ago in Settings More Like This
It was the week before summer began for Jerry and he was in a crisis. He needed to find a summer job. They were all taken but he needed one badly to be able to buy the stuff he wanted since his parents cut him off weeks before. So he decided to go through town again on another job search.
"Stupid parents, why did they have to cute me off?" Jerry angrily said, stressing out and frantically rubbing his hands threw his short black hair. "This sucks!" He said looking around again.
Jerry looked around town again and nearly came up with nothing. He was about give up until...
"Crap, nothing aga-..." At that moment he stumbled and bumped into an older woman. When he got up he opened his eyes to see a woman lying before him but she was in a black and white maids outfit. She looked to be in her early 20's and had flowing black hair and blue eyes. He helped her up to notice she was a little shorter than he was.
"Oh sorry bout that I wasn't looking where I was going." He explained.
"Oh no no, it's
My Last BreathMy Last Breath1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Put me to sleep in your arms
Let me sleep as long as I need
Sway me gentle untill my eyes close
Sing for me
Sing me the lullaby of love
The lullaby you used to sing
Kiss me tender, like you once did all night long
Stroke my hair like you always did when I was down
Hold my hand like you´ve never held it before
Dance with me as if your feet were on fire
Hold me tight and don´t let go
Untill my eyes close
And I leave this world...
Aaron's Bathroom StoryAaron's Bathroom Story8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Aaron: I got off the plane, and I had to use the bathroom really bad. Mom didn't want me to, but I told her I needed to. So, I just ran into the first bathroom I saw. And so, I'm in the stall..and then I hear women voices. And I'm like "I have to hide!" so I'm up there in the stall....for like half an hour. And there were people trying to get in! Because it was really crowded for some reason. And there were these big hands reaching down. And I'm like "Occupied." First use of an Al voice in like real life.
Vic: Meanwhile, his Mom is outside talking to the authorities because her son had went to the bathroom. So she sent the men to go check the men's washroom after about 20 minutes, and he wasn't there. They come back, and she's thinking "Ahh...I lost my son!"
Aaron: And, where was I?
Vic: Umm, occupied.
Aaron: Oh right! And so it's about 30 minutes into it, and there's this shadow. The whole things empty, and I don't hear any voices, but I just see this woman'
Spain X Reader X America: Set you Free part 1 'I miss him so much...Spain X Reader X America: Set you Free part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Won't he come yet?'
Those are the words you always say in your mind evertime you woke up. Your boyfriend, Antonio was in Spain, he was called by his parents due to work, you heard some news about him that he'll become the successor of Fernandez Group. Even he's not by your side, your bestfriend, Alfred is always there for you.
You got up from your messy bed and get ready for school. After eating your breakfast, you saw Alfred on front of your house, waiting for you with a bright smile on his face.
"G'Morning babe!" he said as he waved his hand
"Good morning" you smiled back and opened the gate.
"Got any news about Fernandez?" he asked
"Y-Yeah..." you forced yourself to smile, you're afraid of it because if he become the successor of that group, there's a possibility that you might not see him anymore and Alfred saw how sad your face is.
"Cheer up ___! I'm sure he'll come back to get you" he reassured you.
'Everytime I see his picture in
InsanityInsanity10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why must I continue to fight?
Why can't i just run away?
Why won't my legs let me run?
I want to be a coward, a coward....
I can't run away from my fears.
My destiny will not control me.
I musn't run away, I musn't run away.
I must stand, I must fight.
Charging onto the battlefield,
Dashing through the enemy,
A wave of destruction spreading in my wake.
I'll destroy all who stand in my way.
Yes, all will be destroyed.
I will destroy it all with my own hands.
Nothing will stop me now.
I shall wipe them all from existance.
What have I done?...
I've destroyed all I've hated.
But also all I've loved.
I have nothing left to lose.
I do not care anymore.
Hot blood flows through my body.
Millions of thoughts race in my mind.
I cannot make sense of it all.
There is no one there.
Everyones gone, all gone.
Have they left me, or have I left them.
Or were they ever even here at all?.....
OCT Guide: Hosts, Judges, and CompetitorsContents:OCT Guide: Hosts, Judges, and Competitors2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
-Qualities for a Good Host
-Qualities for a Good Judge
-Qualities for a Good Competitor
-General Tips for Running an OCT
-General Tips for Competing in an OCT
Believe it or not, being a host isn't as great as you might think. Being a judge is no better. Often times people create an OCT without putting forethought into what they're committing to, which is why so many OCTs usually end up abandoned or never getting off the ground.
Qualities for a Good Host
+While anyone can make a group and start up an OCT, here are a number of things you should consider before doing so.
-Time: Being a host requires having lots, and lots of free time. You may think that the biggest aspect of time is spent on judging, but that's far from truth. Hosts are constantly answering questions, making sure things are submitted to correct folders, posting updates, organizing events, planning, and dealing with members. The audition phase is by far the most taxing part of th
DA-BR Round 1"Bloody Marry" dies.DA-BR Round 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Alex trips down some stairs and hits his face on a tuba.
WARRIORS ANIMATION: CASTING CALL (OPEN)CASTING CALL: FIRE ALONE TRAILERWARRIORS ANIMATION: CASTING CALL (OPEN)10 months ago in Drama More Like This
UPDATE: TRAILER HAS BEEN DELAYED. ONLY NEED VOICES FOR BLUESTAR AND SPOTTEDLEAF BEFORE APRIL 17th.
Gonna get straight to the point.
I need voices. You don't even have to be that good.
Here's the breakdown.
NARRATOR: Can be male or female, but you need to have a nice 'movie trailer' voice.
Random Background Cats (can be one person doing multiple voices)
Firepaw/Heart (Needs to do both a young and adult voice)
Tigerclaw (VERY IMPORTANT, this is the one voice I can't possibly do myself. Needs to be deep, or menacing for certain lines.)
Graystripe (Can be played by a female, need both a young and adult voice)
Ravenpaw (can also be a female if you have a more boyish voice)
You don't need to ask if you can audition. Just do it if you want to.
Here is my email: email@example.com
Send either a video or an audio fil
Hetalia PrussiaxReader - Stuck In a BoxHetalia PrussiaxReader - Stuck In a Box2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I turned my head to see my boyfriend, Gilbert Beilschmidt. He was running toward me with his arms flailing in the air.
"What is it, Gil?" I asked.
"Gilbird's gone missing!" he said, panicked.
"Oh, no! Do you want me to help you look for him?" If it were anyone else's pet, I wouldn't have bothered. But it was Gilbird, and he was just so cute that I had to find him-- and he was my boyfriend's bird, after all.
Gil nodded. "Ja, thanks."
So we looked. And looked. And looked. We looked all through Gil's and Ludwig's house and property, but there was no sign of the little bird. After about an hour of searching, Francis and Antonio came bursting through the front door.
"Hola, mis amigos!" shouted the Spaniard.
"Bonjour, our Prussian friend!"
I straightened up from looking under the couch to look at the duo. "Hey, guys. Now might not be a good time to hang out with Gil. Gilbird's missing."
Francis put his hand to his mouth. "Mon Dieu! That's horrible!"
"Anything we can do?" aske
Two Years LaterShe asked him gently, “Do you love me?”Two Years Later1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
In his long silence, she found closure,
And left her love under a willow tree.
Seventeen CandlesSeventeen Candles3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Seventeen candles mark the day
Nine months since you've gone away
Quickly you came and quickly you went
All your days have been spent
There are no more tears and sad goodbyes
Only truths and fading lies
One stands out among the rest
One that surely is the best
We will miss you, this is true
For you, are the sparrow, the one who flew
AshCreek: 'Another Shane' 0_0 'Poor Alex'Post Order- Fire, Rin, Rebel, Milla, Muffin, ComiAshCreek: 'Another Shane' 0_0 'Poor Alex'3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Nikola: She was patrolling the prison grounds and totally made it to the gate before Vic.
Victor- HE FOR THE MOST PART. was pulling a dog at his side. Cass hadn't gotten all of them it seemed. but he still couldn't pinpoint the exact reasoning behind him loosing all of them. But the sight of the bloodied alex caught his gaze at the gate AND MADE HIS WAY OVER GOD DAMN IT RIN
BB: has no idea what anyone else is doing since she's been ZZZZZZzzzzzz in her cell, oblivious
Alex: "Um. The gate's not opening. Did you unlock it?" he asked the guard, vaguely aware that the situation miiiiight just take a turn for the worse as both Nikola and Victor showed up at the same time, the latter with a dog in tow.
Grant: Sighing, he rolled to his side and slowly moved to sit up. "Alright..." he mumbled, rubbing his face with one hand before moving to stand. He leaned against the desk beside her, almost looming over her as he looked at the pieces. "That go
Love will be our last emotion CH18Love will be our last emotion CH183 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I blindfolded Courtney and I lead her out through the back of the venue, everyone else had gone to the after party.
"Baby, where are you taking me?" she was stumbling around.
"Take your hand in mine" She said as i lead her.
"Its ours tonight Courtney" I unblinded her.
"oh ha ha" She laughed.
"Whatt? You like my little reference?" I laughed.
"Well...you wasnt joking when you said its ours tonight" she laughed pointing at the empty tourbus.
"You're an observant one arent you" I teased.
We got onto the bus and I lead her to the back.
I asked Sammi if she could make the bus look more...romantic.
It was amazing, she put beautiful red silk throws over the sofas and everything looked so much better.
"Jake...whats all this about?" She laughed.
"You...you like?" I asked.
"Of course I do...but you dont need to go to all this tro.."
I put my finger to her lips.
"Hush, lets just enjoy some 'us' time" I cuddled her.
We both snuggled up on the sofa for a few minutes, we were
dA-BR: Round 1 - Part 1dA-BR: Round 1 - Part 16 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
No, not a normal day at all. Alex Kiriyama opened his eyes slowly and did an inventory check. Feet, check. Legs, check. Kidneys, not stolen. Arms and hands, a little sore from being slept on but otherwise fine. Hair? He sat up and ran fingers through the dyed spikes. Well, at least that could be counted on to stay the same way no matter how much he got tossed around. That much he knew was true - being thrown around, that was. The numerous bruises all around his body told him his kidnappers hadn't been too gentle.
Kidnappers? He finally looked around. Houses and buildings, but not like the ones you'd see around England. He himself sat on the short, prickly grass of a small, neatly kept lawn.
Alex sighed and reached up to loosen his tie, but found that it wasn't pulled tight at all. His hand moved faster; fingers knocked against something hard. Hurriedly he felt the object around his neck, then paused as realization sank in.
A collar. It could mean only one thing: He was in
Wieczny sen Pierwsze krokiNieuchronnie zbliżało się.Wieczny sen Pierwsze kroki2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Czułem to gdy jadłem śniadanie, a następnie ślęcząc nad opasłymi, starymi tomiszczami traktującymi na temat magii dawnych ludów. Takowa istniała, tak samo jak i ci którzy z niej korzystali.
Zainteresowałem się mistycyzmem gdy pojąłem, że zło egzystuje nie tylko w człowieku, ale przybiera własną formę, takich choćby demonów.
Obrały mnie sobie kiedyś za cel. Ludy wschodu wierzyły, że człowiek sam tworzy duchy które go prześladują i dodają problemów. Rodzą się z czarnych myśli, zachowań i mrocznych stron naszego charakteru, pogłębiając bruzdy wywołane błędami.
Ich cel jest jeden. Zdruzgotanie istoty do cna. Bowiem są pasożytami, żywiącymi się cierpieniem, a deserem jest gdy ludzie sami odbieraj
When Your Best is Not Good EnoughDon't speak.When Your Best is Not Good Enough2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't hold yourself together.
Don't fall apart.
Don't pretend it is all going to be okay.
Don't act like it won't be all right.
Don't touch me.
Don't look away from me.
Don't be so needy.
Don't be so grateful.
Don't act silly.
Don't be so serious.
Don't have so much fun.
Don't be so sullen.
Don't love anyone too much.
Don't be so selfish.
Don't ignore me.
Don't love me too much.
And hope? Hope is just a lie you tell yourself so that tomorrow, you can do it all over again.