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
imperfect architecturedelicate templeimperfect architecture11 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
your heart is a chandelier
your brain's a traitor
The Last Drop of BloodThe Last Drop of Blood2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Last Drop of Blood
Written by michael.m
On Thursday, March 1st 2012 09:50 AM
So long we wait for this moment ;
Matters not how hard we hit and fail each another
About holding the arch in our hands
Skyrim: The Dragon's Bane C08The Dragon’s BaneSkyrim: The Dragon's Bane C082 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Eight – To Ride in Snow
The chill air plumed from her mouth as the horse cantered along the river’s shoreline. Spotting the ford to cross, Mira grinned, shot a look over to the other rider whose fair hair was flowing loose from any bonds, matching her steed’s pace easily. Kicking her heels into the horse’s ribs, Mira laughed as the horse bounded across the shallow water toward the snowy plains on the other side. The horse wickered at the sudden freedom of running. Mira could hear a yell coming from Ulfric as he urged his horse to chase after her.
They ran wildly over the snowy plain sparkling pristinely in the pale sunshine, enjoying the bit of freedom from war, politics, and the troubles of the land. It was if they were transported back twenty years when they were young and doing the same chase. Mira swerved her horse, to which Ulric laid a parallel run to Mira. Slapping the reins, Ulfric le
EndermanAs the young blond traced small details onto her map, she wiped a bit of sweat from her brow. For early fall, it sure was hot... Or perhaps that was just the heat of the furnace getting to her? Sighing, Fleet dropped her quill and stood up, dragging her hand through her short, fluffy hair. The day had been long, and the evidence of this was all over her body- Dirty clothes, a small smudge of coal dust on her left cheek... Not to mention the fact that her hands were stained with ink. But all the dirt, all of that dust had been worth it. It was always worth it. Sitting back down again, she didn't even notice the sun setting as she her mind floated in the lala land that most refer to as reverie. Nor did she notice the tall shadow striding towards her house, a diamond block in hand.Enderman3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No, Fleet was far too lost in her thoughts to even realize that she'd left the door open. Too busy thinking about how she dove down into that cave everyday, and always hauled back such a huge load. Today was th
When I Was A BoyI was a boyWhen I Was A Boy6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I was born
Right away I knew
Even though the doctor
Told my mother
Its a girl!
I knew he was wrong
I was a boy
When I was one
My mom could never get me
To wear pink clothes
Or dresses with frills
So she never tried that hard
I was a boy
When I was two
Proudly proclaiming to my mom
Im a boy today!
Everyday before preschool
Even though she tried to explain
That I could pretend to be a boy
But I wasnt
I was a boy
When I was three
Everyday at school
With my friends in the mudbox
Having mud fights
Not caring how much dirt I got in my hair
I was a boy
When I was four
Playing with my friends
Who were all boys too
Seeing how many raisins
I could shoot out of my nose
Or how much sand
Could fit in my overalls
I was a boy
When I was five
Still formidable in my pigtails
Still able to beat up any other boy
With a broken arm
Always on the boys team
During Cootie Tag
Wondering why the girls would never chase me
black holes and maps.i will pretendblack holes and maps.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i do not fall asleep
thinking of you
if you pretend
not to know.
i wish i knew
how to tell you
exactly how i feel about
you're a black hole
and you pull me in
and all i can do
is try not to lose myself
please do not confuse
for him with
we are not a
rollercoaster, so please
stop saying this relationship
[haven't you heard that
rollercoasters have ups
as well as
x marks the spot,
this is a map,
and if you follow it
you'll find my heart.
you don't really care
enough to look.]
My Beautiful FilthMy Beautiful Filth:My Beautiful Filth1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
We'll start with the rose petals
scattered lavishly across the bed
A symbolic collage of my broken thoughts
like memories crushed and thrown into the winds
they lie where they fall, forever forgotten...
Tacks and nails shall line the floor!
A perfect representation of my painful steps
To walk forward was to suffer
to stand still was to endure
Like the insults thrown at me, like the physical abuse
they drive their way into my skin and remain embedded
Unable to be removed except by force
And now comes the masterpiece, the perfect finishing touch
A wall of words and photographs depicting my sorrows and greivances
The filthy shame of these long years and the pain which I've kept inside
Now I engrave it into this concrete canvas...
Let all the world know of what was done to me
even as I part from it...
For in death I swear they shall have no reprieve!
In life I wanted to be beautiful and in death I shall finally be so
For the weight of
Ready for the Hunt_ AC3 Poem of ConnorReady for the Hunt_ AC3 Poem of Connor2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moon is set,
Flames of the fire grow dim,
The Cry of wolves being to howl,
Through the misty cold woods,
It is time for the ultimate hunt,
The enemy is near,
I grab my axe and bow,
And set off towards my enemy's lair.
The Kraken's SeaThe Kraken's Sea:The Kraken's Sea2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the deepest night our ship was sailing
Quietly through the moonlit sea.
Until we saw the monstrosity rising
'By the gods, it couldn't be!'
From the watery depths we heard it shriek;
Tendrils arcing toward the sky.
Like harpoons cast toward the heavens
The time for battle was nigh.
My crew prepared the starboard cannons
As I steered my ship through the rumbling tide.
The vicious whirpool which drew us in,
Was the abyss in which the beast would hide.
Soon it began to strike at us;
Tentacles lashing like deadly whips!
Several times we were nearly broken
As it clicked and smacked its horrid lips...
'Fire!' I screamed as the cannons roared
Each one delivering a ball of death.
I watched as its skin puckered and burst
My heart racing with every breath...
The creature thrashed and writhed about
As its painful fury scattered the sea!
But slowly we watched it slink away
And our hearts lit up with glee.
Our grins soon turned to garish laughs
As we whooped
There's a VAMPIRE in Our House..."Alright... So, unlike myself, my wife has... A bit of an issue with vampires. I don't know how well she's going to take it, that you're following me around and such. Just... Keep quiet, and I'll talk to her."There's a VAMPIRE in Our House...1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I lifted my gaze away from my home to look back at the woman following me. I still had no idea how I managed to get myself a vampiric follower, but I needed Serana in order to try and stop the blood-suckers from ruining the world as we know it. As a result, the woman had decided she would follow me as I tried to find a Moth Priest who had stumbled into Skyrim, to decipher the Elder Scroll she carried for us. Before we made our journey, I wanted to stop home, and see my family for at least a few minutes, restock my potion and food supply, and get a bit of rest before we left. But with my wife being Aela the Huntress... Bringing a vampire home might not have been the best idea.
"Are you sure it's smart for me to be going in there, then?" Serana asked, arching an eyebrow as she wari
Surreal RealitySurreal Reality:Surreal Reality2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The tides that bind a fallen city,
Swirls of vision, animosity...
Lost beneath a silvered glass,
Watch and wait as hours pass.
You find yourself, now surreal,
Surrounded by clocks with a ticking squeal.
You walk to the kitchen, a hand you find,
A platter in which to place your mind.
The microwave dings, the toaster rings,
From the oven you pull, intestinal strings.
You stab with the knife, it ends in your head,
Place your mind into a toasted bread...
You walk to the car, you breathe in deep,
You look into your pocket; the bottle you keep.
You take a long swig, it's a magical drive,
Your soul falls asleep while you await to arrive.
Silence, broken silence,
Emptiness filled with eyes and ears,
Rainbows haunt and tear the skies,
Falling rain like bitter tears...
Broken and unspoken,
Suddenly you are bowed!
Your throat explodes with shards of glass,
It ends the life to which you vowed...
Each gurgle of blood that is caught on your lips,
The sputum you cough is fleck
The BurnCan you feel it?The Burn4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When fang meets flesh,
and fantasy becomes reality.
Pain leaks out in the form of a color,
along with the weakness from a life you once lived.
It is drained.
No longer bound;
as if your body screams with tears of joy;
tears of blood.
Your skin; once a thick cage,
holding a life of disappointments
and futile attempts for happiness,
Feel the burn.
The cage is now open.
The beast is free.
A Storm in Solsthiem Ch. 1A Storm in Solsthiem Ch. 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It felt so good to be home after days of traveling. I was the Dragonborn who slain Alduin and the one they called Stormblade, the one who lead the Stormcloaks to victory against the Empire and recently, stopping vampires from taking away the sun. All I wanted to do was sit in my home within Windhelm and enjoy a bowl of venison stew before resting in my own bed after weeks of eating rabbit and sleeping in a bed roll in the mud.
As I walked through the icy town, two people approached me; they dressed in strange garments and wore masks almost similar to the Dragon Priests of ages past. One held their hands on their hips, the other leaned against the wall of Candlehearth hall, arms crossed over their chest and looking at me.
"You there! You're the one they call Dragonborn?" asked one of the strange people, this one was female, but the race was unknown.
I looked at them with an eyebrow raised, one of my hands resting on the hilt of my battle axe strapped to the back of my Dawnguard armor.
Alice Tumbling Down The Rabbit HoleAt times I feel a bit like Alice tumblingAlice Tumbling Down The Rabbit Hole1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Down the rabbit hole only searching
Or dreaming in a emerging sense looking
For a way out or for a way in my beseeching
Thoughts of a dreamland or so called
Wonderland no doubt....
At the height of my dreary somber being,
Could the rabbit hole be a doorway to this
Enchanted beguiled wonderland, I so wish
To cease but can never seem to find
On the outskirts of my own mind....
Could this rabbit hole that Alice was tumbling
Down so un-precariously be a figment of her
In a sense imagination, was this wonderland
Really real to Alice or was she seemingly just
In a begotten elusive state only dreamt
In her mind and to no others fascination....
I Don't Want To Say I Love YouI don't want to say "I love you",I Don't Want To Say I Love You8 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Because my words will make it real
Make my love for you actual
Palpable and ,worst of all, breakable.
My love would manifest itself
Like a sheet of glass between us
That you could shatter with
The slightest touch.
I don't want to say "I love you",
Because those words don't show
The truth to you
They don't show how important
You truly are to me
That I want to wake up every day
And fall asleep every night
With you by my side .
I don't want to say "I love you",
Because you might return
the same words to me.
And we would love together
Our hearts growing as one
But tragedy might strike
And you might be taken from me
Leaving me with half a heart
And no one say those three words to.
I don't want to say "I love you"
Because I do
I love you more than life itself
And that scares me.
But I'll say it
Because no matter how large my fears
Or small my worries
I want you to know
That "I love you".
Kitsune's BioName: Lia Caruso (Though now she goes by Kitsune)Kitsune's Bio2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Date of Birth: 4E 177, 24th of Hearth Fire
Path (Warrior, Mage, or Thief) : Warrior
Family: Elia Caruso, late mother; Caius Caruso, late father; Aela the Huntress, wife; Mirabella Germain, daughter (Adopted); K'haan, Jz'aela, and A'azeri, the three Khajiit who helped her out earlier on in life Though they are certainly not related, she sees them as family.
Faction(s): The Dark Brotherhood, The Companions, The Circle, The College of Winterhold, the Thieves Guild, Imperial Army.
Titles (can be faction titles, alter egos, even the name, Dovahkin) : Leader of the Thieves Guild, The Listener, Dovahkiin, Harbinger of the Companions, Archmage of the College of Winterhold, and Legate in the Imperial Army.
Appearance: Like most Imperials, Kitsune is a bit on the shorter side, or at least compared to other races like the Nords. She stands around 5'6", and has a skinny
Skyrim Profiler v.2It's time for all of Elder Scrolls fan community to get to know your character in Skyrim.Skyrim Profiler v.22 years ago in Profiles More Like This
NOTE: Based on a rp with my friend mentioned in the description. She got me hooked on Skyrim and helped develop my character, Crysta. I needed to have her character involved in thanks for what she did. For the format of your own profile, scroll down.
Name: Crysta Dark Frost
Race: Half Nord, half Imperial, later werewolf.
Age: 19 years
Date of Birth: 4E 184, 10th of Second Seed
Path (Warrior, Mage, or Thief) : Thief
Family: Late mother, Freyir Dark Frost; late father, Remus Amal; cousin, Ulfric Stormcloak. Husband, Vilkas. Has children much later. Friends, Etrand and Balimund are considered as part of her family.
Faction(s): Stormcloaks, Companions, The Circle, Dark Brotherhood, Thieves' Guild.
Titles (Like Faction titles, alter ego, even name Dovahkin) : Nightingale, Agent of Dibella, Bard, Shadow Warrior, A
A Storm in Solstheim ch. 2A Storm in Solstheim ch. 21 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
By experience I knew that this Temple of Miraak would be filled with ancient traps and locked doors, I would need an expert at that line of work, Arinel was my expert and now he is slaving away building a strange structure, leaving me to rely on a blade for hire. I sat in the Retching Netch leaning on the stone railing of the stairs that lead to the main area of the inn. My eyes rested on a character dressed in armor resembling the armor the city guards wore, but was less bulky. He or she wore red cloth under the gaps in the armor and green goggles over their eyes.
I approached the person, hoping they were who I was looking for; they noticed me approach and looked up to meet my gaze with their hidden eyes. Now that I was closer, I realized this person was male.
"Teldryn Sero, blade for hire" he said in a scratchy voice.
"Myräkkä Windblade," I replied holding out my hand, which he took as we greeted each other "So Teldryn, what are your skills?" I asked.
Teldryn thought for a moment bef
Rabbit Hole.This is a problem.Rabbit Hole.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I do believe.
Down the wrong.
Words and MeaningsWords and Meanings3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You must understand that I am a writer. I am not a pragmatist. When I say that I love you, my feelings are far deeper and far more complicated. When I say I would die for you, my idea of death is twisted and not made of any form of repentence at all. When I say I would kill for you, it's not just metaphorical or metaphysical murder I speak of.
But when I say I find you more poignant than the moment I stood above Mary Shelly's grave, tears streaming down my cheeks, overwhelmed by the emotions that welled inside my body...then I must find you very poignant indeed.
Strange but trueLove is a strangeness that calls, it must beStrange but true8 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I must learn to be strange in ways other than me
And to love and be stranger is a magic of sorts
And you're strange and our love a true magic of thought
Cause its hard to be strange for many i meet
And love to them strange magic cruel and sharp grief
So in fear of the ghost in the air in the world
That reminds of who's gone, what's gone on, hell unfurled
I'll be brave in all strangeness, love most, love all yours
So this magic that binds us protects us strange spores
Love you Leah