Tiger - Mormor(?)Sebastian had long since gotten used to the nicknames Jim gave him, but that didn't mean he had to like them.Tiger - Mormor(?)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Pet" had to be the worst one. Jim only ever used it for the most meaningless tasks. "Pet, make me tea.", "Pet, we're out of spaghetti."
"Pet, my experiment went horribly wrong, come clean it up for me." Jim's voice echoed from the kitchen, as if to prove his point.
Sebastian sighed and stood up from his place on the couch to get a mop. He entered the kitchen to see some sort of bubbling, radio-active green mass on the white tile floor. He looked around to see that Jim already fled the crime scene. He turned back to the thing in front of him, wondering if a mop would even be the right tool to use for something like this. He shrugged and used it anyway, trying to ignore how the mop started to turn green. "Shit Jim, what the fuck did you do?"
Although the nicknames did annoy him to no end, he had one that he preferred over all
REDMARSHAL: I "We are as wolves, hunters of the elusive. Watchful eyes donning crimson cowl so all may know we are brood. We are bane of the dead raisers, of the soul renders, and blackened, begetting them justice through death. We are wardens, woe of mal practitioners and dabblers gone awry. We are brethren of the brand, the red death. We are Redmarshals, damned and gifted. Henceforth and always bound by duty and curse."REDMARSHAL: I4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
...The Redmarshal code, something I recite daily. It's become more than an oath at this point. It's become my life. Ask any Redmarshal, even my squadmates, what their plans are for the week, year, or lifetime, and they will recite it to you with booming fervor.
The lot of us were aboard a rickety seafaring vessel typically tasked with seeing travelers from port to port. Today, we were simply along for the ride, ulterior motives tuc
vergangenheitsbewaltigung ivergangenheitsbewaltigung4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They say you know you have forgiven a person
when you stop telling your side of the story
and start telling the truth.
At first, I thought: 'it can't be normal
to hate a person so much you hope they die
in Afghanistan.' But then I realised that when they say
hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
they aren't saying it for shits and giggles.
So now I'll say it:
I hope you get shot in Afghanistan.
No. I cannot forgive you.
Not while I still want
your hands in my hair and
on my breasts and hips and
back and undoing my dress
and your lips kissing every
inch of my skin.
I simply cannot forgive you.
I keep buying new things,
as if Kleide Machen Leute and now I'll have
the perfect man and I won't even think about you
But it doesn't happen,
and I just have to find ways of paying.
They say you know you have forgiven a person
when you stop telling your side of the story
BulletsBulletsBullets3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Words can also be like bullets.
Some just fly by and miss you, not affecting you.
Some just graze you, leaving a small wound that will heal over time.
But the one bullet that does hit you, it hits you hard.
Leaving a wound that will never fully heal.
Leaving a scar that will last your lifetime.
They can make you bleed heavily.
It could kill you over time if no one is around to help you.
If someone does help you, it will still hurt for a while
Then when the pain stops, you think you're fine.
But when you look down at it, It's still there.
Being a painful reminder all your life.
Making you wish it never happened.
But the person who shot you is affected too.
At first they feel successful, But they'll eventually regret it.
Also leaving a painful memory for all their life.
Everyone gets affected in the end.
Words are JUST like bullets.
Look At Me- JohnlockSherlock, a little friend of yours stopped by - JMLook At Me- Johnlock3 years ago in Romance More Like This
What have you done this time? -SH
Well, he just stopped by to... chat - JM
Do I bother asking who? -SH
Let's see you guess - JM
Please tell me it's Mycroft. -SH
Wrong! - JM
Of course not. I should be so lucky. -SH
When do you think you'll pick him up? I just want to be ready - JM
You're going to just let him go? I don't buy it. -SH
Thats why I said I want to be ready. - JM
Doesn't this get old? The same old jog around the track? Why not, just once, kidnap
Anderson? Just to shake things up? -SH
I guess I should... This time, you have ten minutes or his brains are my new wallpaper.
Ten minutes to what? -SH
Get here. My apartment. He's crying. He still thinks you're dead - JM
God damn you. I'm already on my way. Don't touch him. -SH
Jim smiled and put the phone in his pocket. He held his gun towards John, who was forced with his back into a corner and his hands folded behind his head.
John couldn't believe it, or rather, wouldn'
Tired.Most of the time, I am lying awake.Tired.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Though, I'd give
a n y t h i n g
just to sleep through
e v e r y t h i n g.
These things strap me down like anchors,
Or drag me out to sea.
Sometimes I show the world what leaves me
i n s p i r e d.
Paint on canvas,
Words in a notebook,
Or sometimes, just untouched works in my head.
Wading through the waters,
These burdens get the best of me.
Sometimes I think about the
p a s t ,
Though I'm always looking for the
f u t u r e .
You'll never know what I've been through.
The waters are rising,
I'm getting over my head.
Sometimes I like to grip onto my
m e m o r i e s .
Sometimes they're everything I'd rather
l o s e .
Sometimes I waste my days
t h i n k i n g ,
Even though I know I never deserved the shit she put me through.
Take in a breath,
There's not much time left.
Sometimes I think I'm not
g o o d e n o u g h .
Most of the time, I'm convinced.
Sometimes the words gnaw at my bones,
"You're not good
I miss ya, mate.Dear friend,I miss ya, mate.3 years ago in Letters More Like This
when we stumbled over each other in the Australian outback in 99, I was young and eager to explore the wild on my own, something you had already achieved long before. I did not know your name, nor your face, and you, ever so humble, appreciated that more than I knew. With me, you were able to be an ordinary man.
Camp Cooee turned upside down with you around, as it sometimes did, despite its location way out in the bush, nestled between the trees. We became friends and brothers in arms for a brief time, and despite my inability to explain the theory of relativity to someone as hyper as you, you still perked up and listened with a bright shine in your eyes when I told you that all the world and its inhabitants are made from stardust. It was the same shine you always had when we talked about wildlife.
I'm thankful to have learned a great deal from you about the outback, survival methods, how to deal with snakes and other dangerous wildlife. It has been my honor and privilege
Love and DeathLove and Death3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She liked her,
He liked him.
They were fine with it,
And all lived happily ever after.
Because that's how it goes, right?
They sneered at her,
They laughed at him,
They killed them both,
And they all lived happily ever after.
Because that's how it goes, right?
The Rohirrim Ride ForthBold they ride and battle-readyThe Rohirrim Ride Forth3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Swift the horses, stern the Men
Sounds of hooves like thunder rising
Who shall ride homeward again?
Gondor calls in hour of peril
Rohan answers, ever brave
Rohirrim ride, though each man knows
Journey's end may be the grave.
Forth they ride, the Eorlingas
War's horn calls to Rohan's Men
Bravely go they to the battle
Some shall not ride homeward again.
DavidI am perfect in every way. Hewn from the most beautiful rock by the greatest sculptor in the world, during the pinnacle of humanity’s artistic energy, I stand proudly as a monument to the human ideal. I represent one of the Bible’s greatest heroes, making one of the most pivotal decisions of his life. And in my centuries of existence, I have come to symbolize and inspire the defense of liberty. People come to look at me from all over the world and stare in awe.David2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Yet I cannot help but feel humiliated in my exhibition. Though it cannot be known for sure, I am fairly certain my template was not naked when he came to his decision to slay the giant Goliath. Being a statue is not so bad, I suppose. At least I stand upright. I cannot imagine how my friend the Thinker’s back must be killing him after all these years hunched over. But how I wish someone would sculpt me a robe, or at the very least a quartz Speedo.
Efleck Contest - Paying Their Respects - Alt EndTitle: Paying Their Respects - Alternate Ending (For Efleck's Contest)Efleck Contest - Paying Their Respects - Alt End3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Game: Mass Effect
Characters/Pairing: Commander Kate Shepard (Efleck's femShep) and Garrus Vakarian
Paying Their Respects (with the Alternate aka Original ending)
"We are gathered here today to mourn the life and celebrate the accomplishments of the lately departed Kate Shepard," the minister beaconed over the crumbling remains of his chapel. The walls were cracked and barely holding together. There were large portions of the ceiling missing with their support beams strongly retaliating against its current state. The war against the Reapers was over but left a path of destruction in their wake.
Quietly standing behind his podium, he gazed at his surroundings. There was an alter that held a frame with an image of the blonde-haired Marine and was adorned with dozens of various white flowers. The pews were filled to the brim with battle-worn soldiers, bandaged war-effort parti
Pretty GirlI'm pretty, right?Pretty Girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Well, let me eat less
And tan more,
Burn my hair to make it straight
And spend all my money on clothes.
[Am I pretty now?]
Make Yourself Useful250 sighed noisily and fwumped yet another stack of clothes on the counter. A freshly pressed dress shirt stared up at him from the top of the pile, buttons winking in the light. 250 eyed the offending article of clothing before shooting a sharp look at its offending owner. As usual, 300 sat in his favorite armchair, legs crossed, a newspaper open. He looked the picture of a 1950s sitcom father. 250 huffed and crossed his arms behind the counter.Make Yourself Useful3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The newspaper twitched. 300 looked up. "Is something wrong?"
250 frowned. Normally, 300's refusal to help around the house wasn't a real issue - more like something to be thrown in the Scot's face periodically, just to remind him who did the actual work when the day was done. But today, 250 had cleaned the entire house top to bottom: dusting, sweeping, wiping, scrubbing, even vacuuming and mopping; from bedrooms to bathrooms to kitchen to basement. And 250 could have tolerated doing all that by himself - it was, after all, his house, and it ne
MeI lose myself in music and memories,Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wondering if this is all there is.
I meander along downtown sidewalks
Window-shopping, hoping to buy some meaning.
[Because maybe, maybe I want to feel something]
DinnerTitle: DinnerDinner3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Characters: Liara T'Soni, Tiberius Shepard
Universe: Mass Effect (post ME3)
Tiberius Shepard stood leaning against the doorway silently observing his bondmate with a small smile on his face. It had been a year since the end of the Reaper War and among many accolades and honors a few gifts had been given to him for his service. The Normandy had been officially transferred to Council control on the condition that he was the only one to captain her. He was also given a penthouse apartment in the newly rebuilt Presidium Gardens complex as a place to stay when not on assignment.
Liara T'Soni stood her head bowed in concentration as a bead of sweat dropped off her brow onto the frying pan causing it to emit a low drawn out sizzle. She tried working the fish spatula gently underneath the two pieces of salmon in the pan trying her best to make sure the skin
Always coming backShepard resisted the urge to run her hand through her short red hair. The mess hall wasn't crowded, but she was sure that someone would have noticed. There was already enough scuttlebutt regarding her relationship with the asari. Acting like a nervous teenager on the way to Liara's cabin was not likely to improve the situation.Always coming back3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The door chimed and slid open. Shepard was not surprised to see the doctor standing at her master computer terminal. The Broker's AI, Glyph, approached the entry, but Shepard waved it away, irritated.
"Hello, Shepard", the asari finally said, looking up. "What can I do for you?"
The marine did her best to hide her growing frustration. She and Liara weren't exactly strangers. Somehow, though, despite finally being aboard the same ship, the asari seemed very distant.
The door slid shut behind her. The afforded privacy did not inspire Liara to leave the terminal.
Ch.71: The boiling rockCh.71: The boiling rock3 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 during [Book 3, ep.14 and 15: The boiling rock].
Zuko feels compassion with Sokka, he decides to take action. Zuko goes to the boiling rock and find a true friend in Sokka.
Zuko is sixteen,
Mai is fifteen,
Sokka is fifteen,
Suki is fifteen,
Ty Lee is fourteen,
Azula is fourteen,
Hakoda is forty-four.
Lost in the screams of pain,
Chapter 71: The boiling rock.
The evening fell over the beautiful temples as Zuko had a little plan; he brewed some nice tea for his new friends. He hoped to give them a quiet evening, so they could see another side of him.
Zuko filled the tray with empty cups and enjoyed the aroma of the fresh made tea; he truly started to open himself and enjoyed these kinds of stuff. His uncle and even Mai had tried to convince him but he was always to stubborn to relax and to enjoy all the beautiful little tr
Coming OutWith promises to be good,Coming Out2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you prayed every day
and waited for the sign,
even when a songbird touched
down on the roofs of Kansas
and went hollow on your shoulder.
The shedding of teardrops,
the coming out of a heartland
from its religion.
Breathing the smoke of its ash,
and being washed clean of what
you thought you knew.
The locusts never come,
the harvest will yet fail,
but don't deny the butterfly
that carries you over pastures
of dairy cows too busy
to look up at you and judge.
Old Broken Heart250 gazed wearily at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. With a sigh, he prodded the weathered lines in his face with a finger, his eyes drifting to his receding hairline. His graying hairline.Old Broken Heart3 years ago in Drama More Like This
He thunked his forehead against the mirror and sighed again. God, he felt so old. He was still muscular, still in shape, but fatigue seemed to settle further in his bones during every idle moment. When he called for his body to work, it worked, but how much longer would that last? Every step was a chance for some joint to creak, every stretch a chance to agitate a scar. Today he was being plagued by a mild headache that made him dizzy when he turned too fast and heartburn turning his chest into a pressure cooker. Tomorrow it could be arthritis or something worse for all he knew.
With a final, heavy sigh, he shuffled out of the bathroom and down the stairs. 300 was already awake, seated on the sofa with his usual newspaper. The question was out before 250 could consider its consequences:
Old Broken Heart, Pt. IIAs it turns out, the next time 250 ends up in the hospital, there's no relationship upgrade.Old Broken Heart, Pt. II3 years ago in Drama More Like This
They all agree to skip the formalities and jump straight to the burial. Irene and Britney were essentially the only family he had left, and Thomas the only friend. There would be no one to offer condolences or send flowers or file past the casket. No need to compound their suffering with a few painful eulogies to an empty room.
And so the graveside service is a small affair, closed casket. It's not that the second heart attack left physical trauma; honestly, 300 just couldn't bear to look at him, and at some point Irene and Britney had quietly ceded all control in the decision-making process.
It is, of course, sunny -- a mild 72 degrees Fahrenheit, complete with oblivious songbirds trilling in the oak trees tastefully scattered throughout the cemetery. 300 stands by the headstone, a shiny black hunk of granite paid for by the Agency, and stares unseeing at the edge of the pit. His hands are cla
.Pt.Com. - Jealous.Pt.Com. - Jealous2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Look! I’ve had enough of everyone telling me that I was an idiot. Yes, I was an idiot, but you’re overdoing it.”
“I don’t know Leo. Just getting hit in the foot by Master Splinter’s staff wasn’t enough considering all that showing off you did. I’m surprised that he didn’t hit you in the head to knock out all that stupidity.”
“Why are you taking your anger out on me all of a sudden? Sure, it’s just a little while after everyone else did, but must you really have such bad timing?”
“You don’t understand my frustration, Leo.”
“No Izanami: you don’t understand my frustration.”
“Well we wouldn’t have this problem if you just listened to us about Karai sooner.”
“That’s really strong talk coming from someone who used to work with the Foot.”
“That’s not the point here, Leo.”
IwalY ++ Prolouge ++IwalY ++ Prolouge ++6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Okay before reading this, grab some tissues, don't yell at me it's only the prolouge and if their any weird things or typos in here, sorry xD my english isn't superb. if you feel the need to correct it please put it in a comment and I'll redo it. oh and I'm better at drawing then writing anyway enjoy XD?
In a blink of an eye, the world had seemed more cold.
The wind was howling like a hungry wolf, filling the silence of the horrific scene.
The boy dressed in green, his face covered in blood spatters looked hollow.
He had always been the pale looking one, but right now he was as white as a ghost.
His big widened and fearful eyes that where filled with tears stared at the captain.
But the tears just wouldnt roll down his cheeks, because that would be showing emotion.
Something the youth wasnt allowed to feel.
He kept his eyes firmly locked on Linebecks expressionless face, slowly seeing the light fade away from his eyes.
Link had killed so many in his long jou
Daddy's little girls (a ME one shot)Daddy's little girls (a ME one shot)3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Title: Daddy's Little Girls (a ME one shot)
Game: Mass Effect Series
Characters: Shepard, Liara, and Lily (OC)
"Daddy," Lily Benezia T'soni-Shepard yelled excitedly a smile crossing her face as she ran into the room where Tiberius sat leaning over a desk.
"Lily, you know mommy doesn't allow you in here," Tiberius Shepard said concern rolling over the stern meaning of the message.
"But Daddy, its story time." A smile cracked over Tiberius's features as he rose from his desk and wiped his hands on the dirty rag beside him. Lily's features brightened on her father's reaction to her plea and she turned and ran towards the room's far wall.
The wall was covered in mounted weapon's she hovered a moment in the center before going towards the left and pointing at a large machine gun with a red stock. "What's that one?" She asked transfixed on the weapon.
Tiberius began to appro