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 Story4 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 Ball2 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. &
InsanityInsanity9 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?.....
Aaron's Bathroom StoryAaron's Bathroom Story7 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'
PruRu: IllusionPruRu: Illusion3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I know it's hard to tell
How mixed up you feel
Hoping what you need
Is behind every door
Each time you get hurt
I don't want you to change
'Cause everyone has hopes
You're human after all
Ivan was lying on his bed, looking at the ceiling. He was waiting for something to happen. Something important, even if it was a sad thing. He knew what was about to happen was inevitable, no matter what he did. Because everything that begins must come to an end. Even his relationship with Gilbert, after all those years they spent together, and all those things they went through. It had to end. The wall would fall soon.
-He will leave. -He said sadly and sighed, feeling tears beginning to roll down his cheeks. -No matter how many times he promises he won't I know he'll leave, da.
When Gilbert finally came to love him, Ivan expected them to be together forever, even knowing that wouldn't happen, he had the slight hope i
The Old God, Savitrॐ भूर्भुव: स्व: तत्सवितुर्वरेण्यं ।The Old God, Savitr3 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
FR Excerpt:. MemoriesAt last!FR Excerpt:. Memories4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There he sits, facing away from me on the hill-top several paces away. He looks up at the sky, littered with bright, sparkling stars. The wind blows his dark, muted-blue fur as well as the cool grass beneath him. The moonlight makes him look as though he were made from mother-of pearl.
My heart beat like a war-drum in my chest. I could feel it pulsing all the way up to my neck. Oh! Have I waited so long to see him again!
I rush up the hill, feeling the brisk, fierce wind even more so as I ran. I could feel my cheeks ache from my smile.
He turns his head towards me. His tuft of hair is barley covering his dark, olive-green eyes. His subtle, crooked smile greets me.
I quicken my pace, though I wasn't getting any closer. I sucked in the cold air and, with fierce determination, sprinted as fast as I possibly could.
So close, and yet so far away he was from me!
Time stopped. Before me is the forest floor. Patches of grass and the leaves of the bushes and trees are sparkled with dew
GrimmIchi: In SicknessTitle: In SicknessGrimmIchi: In Sickness5 years ago in General More Like This
Author: Black Storm Van Pendragon
Pairing: Grimmjow / Ichigo
Rating: T [some swear words]
Genre: General romance
Summary: Ichigo and Grimmjow rediscover their feelings for each other, in a small way...
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach and I make no profit from this. I write purely out of fun and sheer boredom of it all -that and the lack of a GrimmIchi fix.
"GOOD MOOOOOOORNING I~CHI~GOOOOOO~!!!"
"Rise and shine my so---"
More silent pause.
"You've a fever".
Damn Keigo from the pits of hell -doesn't his family know better than to send their sick son to school? Ichigo cursed and rolled around to get comfortable, almost forgetting about the cooler pack on his forehead as it slid off and fell down to the floor. Ichigo sighed with an inward groan, he pulled out his hand from the confines of his blanket weakly and proceed to
Love will be our last emotion CH18Love will be our last emotion CH182 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
17 ways to pick on lestat17 very simple ways to pick on Lestat17 ways to pick on lestat5 years ago in Humor More Like This
1.)Tell him that his eyes and hair are not really as sexy as he thinks they are.
2.)Ask him to never play the piano again because he is not good at it.
3.)When he is gone switch all of is jackets with pinks ones... (wait he just might like that)
4.)Fallow him around the house throwing garlic at his and spraying him with Holy water
5.)When he turns around to yell at you throw a cross at him and run...fast.
6.)Give Louis a (humans) life time supply of matches, candles, lanterns, gasoline, lighter fluid...ect...
7.)Tell him that people actually like Armand more then they like him.
8.)Ask him to start making Armand the main character, because we are getting sick of reading about him checking him self out in the mirror.
9.)Knock on his door and then leave a pile of half rotted dead meat there.
10.) Sneak in to his house during the day and but up a whole bunch of pictures of Santiago.
11.) Tell him that Claudia is back
Of Horror and Booze part 2Of Horror and Booze part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Of Horror And Booze part 2
Yes Part 2
Quick Summery: they watch another Horror movie and weird things happen on Norge's end at least
Added Warnings: slight DenNor fluff
Norge: *Sits up*
Don't do that
Den: then think of something
Norge: I don't know...
I'm just bored...
Den: try thinking then
Norge: But I don't know...
..What movie would we watch?
Den: idk...*gets up ti sift through movies*
Norge: *Watches curiously*
Den: *pulls out a random movie*
how bout this *shows cover*
Norge: Is it scary.......?
Den: can't you read?
Norge: Not Danish... and I can't see anything but ketchup on the cover..
Den: *looks at it*
Norge: Um... Okay
*Sits up straight, crosses legs*
Den: *puts it in and goes back to spot on couch*
Norge: *Stares at screen*
*Waits for movie to start*
Den: *after 4524523 previews the movie starts*
*goes to get more beer and snacks*
Norge: *Watches leave*
*Watches as man and woman attem
Armand is EmoArmand's Deviantart JournalArmand is Emo6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Mood: Pissed off
Eating: You don't wanna know
Drinking: My own blood. I taste good!
My life sucks. It's the suckiest sucky thing that ever sucked. I could get up off my ass and go to The Vampire Lestat concert. Which is okay I guess, because his songs are really stupid. Like "I Want To Drink Your Souls" and "Thousand Years of Louis's Crap" and of course, "Bitey Suck Bite Bite". And it doesn't help that I cut my hair while ago. It just grew back to its Renaissance length like that Claudia chic.
My life is just a big hell hole. You know it so sucks. And it's driving me crazy. Grabbing hold of me and devouring my flesh. I'm snugger right now than a pair of Lestat's jeans. Which look horrible on him by the way. Marius doesn't get me, you know. He thinks I'm cheating on him just because he saw me kiss a guy. Okay three guys. It was Daniel! And...Lestat and Louis. But I mean, c'mon. It's the 2000's now. Can't vampires have three to four hot boyfriends at a time if
Maid For A DayMaid For A Day2 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
DA-BR Round 1"Bloody Marry" dies.DA-BR Round 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Alex trips down some stairs and hits his face on a tuba.
OCT Guide: Hosts, Judges, and CompetitorsContents:OCT Guide: Hosts, Judges, and Competitors1 year 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
365 Things I Love About You365 Things I Love About You365 Things I Love About You4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
1. I love how you always make me smile
2. I love how you always make me laugh
3. I love the way you inspire me.
4. I love how cute and adorable you can be
5. I love the kindness that you show
6. I love how I can always be there for you
7. I love how you can always there for me.
8. I love how you stand up for the things you believe in
9. I love how open-minded you are
10. I love your gentleness with me
12. I love how you take my breath away.
13. I love thinking about you
14. I love how sweet you make my dreams
15. I love hearing your laughter
16. I love it when you smile
17. I love you still when your angry
18. I love you still when your sad
19. I love you still when you're a mess (though you'll always be beautiful to me)
20. I love the way you feel
21. I love the way you hold my hand
22. I love the way you smell
23. I love gazing into your eyes
24. I love the sound of your sweet voice
25. I love how much you've taught me about life and myself
26. I lo
AshCreek: 'Another Shane' 0_0 'Poor Alex'Post Order- Fire, Rin, Rebel, Milla, Muffin, ComiAshCreek: 'Another Shane' 0_0 'Poor Alex'2 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
Two Years LaterShe asked him gently, “Do you love me?”Two Years Later3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
In his long silence, she found closure,
And left her love under a willow tree.
My Last BreathMy Last Breath4 months 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...
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
Vis som frakobletDet hele begynte med at jeg ikke logget på lengre.Vis som frakoblet5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Vel det er kanskje litt feil, for jeg logget på, helt sant.
Men jeg ble vist som
(Dvs. at folk ikke ser meg.)
Jeg vet ikke hvorfor, men det var som om noe i meg ikke ønsket å snakke med alt og alle. Før hadde jeg vært blant de snakkesalige de bablende, jeg snakket og bablet og snakket og bablet om alt mulig.
Vel, jeg snakket jo egentlig ikke.
Jeg skrev. Bableskrev. På internett, messenger, MSN.
Jeg skrev om: blomster, trær, honning, bier, sol og glede, nye vesker, nye sko, nye malerier, nye dikt, nye ting. Nytt nytt nytt. Kjendis meg her og Tvserie meg der. Harry Potter, hei? Jeg leste bøker, og de skrev jeg om. Alle bøkene, alle bladene.
Tastaturet ble tastet på og det minnet om steinsprett,
haggel, dråper mot bakken, regn og perler som triller i det perleglasset knuser.
Man kan merke seg at jeg snakket mer på internett