Skin Deep Page 3The Second Attempt
Doctor Hugo Raines arrived at my office rather late and consulted with me urgently. Since I knew about the girls, I was prepared to discuss with him about the second option more scientifically. But I insisted that we check thoroughly at least once.
"Hugo, it seems that something-perhaps alien-is interfering with the mitosis."
"So it would seem."
"We should eliminate that before we do anything further."
"Yes, of course. Let us proceed."
We started the procedure by examining the skin sample under an electron microscope as a more in-depth study of the structure was needed. My hypothesis was that something very microscopic and alien had entered Sophie's skin at cellular level and disturbed the process. We aimed the lens at the epidermis and attempted to probe deep underneath; but I was not totally sure it would disclose anything. Any interruption may be at submicroscopic level.
We continued to observe the structure and the cells and probe for signs. We probed every layer
Mass Effect 3 Alternate Endings. SPOILERSMass Effect 3 Alternate Endings. SPOILERS4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
MASS EFFECT 3 ALTERNATE ENDING *SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY*
**EDIT** Holy crap this got way more attention than I was expecting. The comments and support have been amazing everyone!
A few points: Credit where credit is due; this ending, as much as everyone seems to love it, was only created because the amazing team at Bioware created a universe that was so rich and full of life and detail. As much as I know a lot of fans are hurt by what they did, we need to remember that Bioware still created an incredible trilogy, one of the best ever. So hats off to them all round.
Also, this was written really fast and so the ending (specifically the last part on how you actually win using TIM's signal) isn't very fleshed out. I know there are holes, and they can actually be fixed quite easily. This isn't perfect. Also, this doesn't deal with a 'happy' ending. If there were to be one, or you were to even CONSIDER taking the fourth option, you'd need to be damn ready. I'm talking ALL war assets e
FunhouseThe room was frightfully dark, but it wasn't by necessity. Atmosphere is everything when you're dealing with supervillains. Maybe if the Ace had known this, he wouldn't have been so scared.Funhouse5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I don't think you quite understand what you're messing with," said the blond woman on the other side of the desk. She herself wouldn't have been so frightening either, except for her eyes, black as pitch. Like most of the things in the room, however, of which there consisted the desk, two metal chairs, a concrete wall, and the two inhabitants, the eyes were for atmosphere, and atmosphere alone. "Did you think of what could happen should the two of them ever be found out?"
"No," answered the Ace guardedly.
"The powers that be would not look upon you kindly."
"I didn't have much of a choice."
That summed up most of the current goings-on of the Ace's life at the moment. Here he was, handcuffed, tied, chained, and bound in more ways than he could count to his chair, while the wet dream of a librarian i
A Holiday Much Hoped ForA Holiday Much Hoped ForA Holiday Much Hoped For1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
We all seek a needed rest
A breather away from work and stress
A moment or two to relax
And do whatsoever we want to do
This tom and his tabby
Left the city feeling gritty
To return to the place we knew
At peace in our nest
At ease in embrace
We lie back together and unwind
When our day is through
And enjoy what we want and need to do
The Dark ManThe Dark Man*The Dark Man1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
From the land of the pharaohs
There came a phantom
A figure dark as night
Tall and strong as a willow
He wore the robes and crown of the pharaohs
But his gaze was dark and blind
His voice was hushed like a whisper
And he spoke of a long gone era
When things other than beast or man
Walked and dwelt upon the earth
And in his hands he held a strange device
That glowed like a lantern
And crackled like a flame
Upon the road from the Valley
Where the pharaohs lay buried
In their silent and forgotten tombs
I walked in the shadows of evening
And this dark stranger chanced upon me
To me, he spoke those things in the shadows
And I marveled at what they implied
Then we went our ways in the twilight
And ne'er met again till this day
Dancing HeartDancing HeartDancing Heart1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her heart is moving joyfully
Love its song
Devotion its dance
The world its stage
And I am her partner eternally
One NameOne NameOne Name1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I must have lived many lives
I have had many names
Once or twice in my life
They echo through my memory
But as years go by
These old names disappear
Their echoes no longer linger
One name echoes on my mind
Don't Let Go"Rich!"Don't Let Go4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There was nothing but silence around her. The air felt strangely...full. Oppressive, like it was pressing in on all sides, choking her. She could barely breathe.
"Rich! Oh God, oh God."
She didn't even recognize her own voice, it seemed foreign to her own ears. Each word spoken was muffled, drowned out by the heavy beat of her heart and her halting footsteps. Every step she took she had to struggle, pushing debris out of the way, sharp pieces of wood and metal scratching her legs as she walked. And she had been walking.
For so long.
She began to wonder if it was her hearing that was the problem, or if her voice was simply giving out. Her heart was growing louder every second. Every terrifying second.
Rich, Rich, oh please, please. Her throat was tearing itself apart, but she needed to find him. She wrapped her arms closer around herself. A piece of cracked, torn metal cut through her shoe and sliced into her foot. She fell. She braced hersel
The Moment of CalmThe Moment of CalmThe Moment of Calm1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
I lie in repose,
On the deck of the ship
We call our lives,
Trying to make sense of it all;
One thing or another has come
To rock this boat.
I have only to lie still and wait.
Then there is calm,
And in its wake,
A gentle voice like a Siren calls.
Cliff SideCliff SideCliff Side1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
We have moved from the summit
Whence we made our nest
To a point down along the cliff
To find peace and rest
Wine will flow later
When our health is the best
So we enjoy our customary dinners
And gaze eye to eye
And as I sip my beverage
She looks at me and sighs
Two tender butterflies
Cocooned in a love that never dies
Love SoundsLove Sounds7 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Mama?" A tiny voice slipped quietly through the room. Between her and the woman in the bed an impenetrable forest of metal stands, tubes and blinking machinery stood guard.
"Come in sweetheart, it's alright." Her mother's voice warmed the space, shushing the noisy equipment. "Mama's alright baby, come see me."
Clad in a pink dress and knee socks, the girl of no more than five years bravely stepped away from the safety of the door frame. Big blue eyes focused and fixed on her mother lying in the hospital bed, and her legs carried her along that line of focus until she could reach out and touch her hand.
"There, there, Mama's all better now." She held her daughter's hand gently, but firmly. "The doctors made me all better. Come. Climb up here and cuddle with me." She tried her best not to wince, shuffling a little to one side to make room. She held her one arm away so her daughter wouldn't become tangled in the web of cords snaking away from her body.
The girl climbed cautiously up the
Counting DaysCounting DaysCounting Days1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just sitting in the breeze
Biding my time
Counting the days
Till I leave all this behind
New life of peace
Nights of warm love await
Whatever I have lost
Cannot compare with what I'll find
Love IsLove IsLove Is1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A feeling devoid of time or place
Apt to develop anywhere
There is the need
Ageless and surviving passing time
To continue here and now
In the hearts of true lovers
Like her and me
Sleeping (River/Doctor)He was so tired. Even Time Lords can't go on forever. And there was River, in his bed.Sleeping (River/Doctor)4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Doctor plodded down the Tardis corridor. He was so tired.
He didn't usually get tired. Not like this. But even Time Lords can't go on forever. His eyes blinked and his feet dragged. He was too exhausted even to yawn.
He pushed open his bedroom door and stopped in the doorway. River was curled up in his bed, asleep.
He didn't know how she got in. Maybe she waited until he left and stowed away. Or maybe she'd found some way to materialize inside with her vortex manipulator, although that should have been impossible.
Right at the moment he didn't care. Every once in a while she'd just show up, asleep in his bed.
He pulled his bow tie loose with one heavy hand. He tossed his jacket off carelessly and unwound his arms from his braces. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it loose and kicked off his shoes. He didn't bother with the rest.
He stumbled toward the bed, his eyesight waverin
CelesteCelesteCeleste1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
On this same night
Two years ago
At the hour of half past nine
These eyes saw the passing
Of someone I loved well
She was the maid Celeste Auberginois
Long brown hair like a waterfall
Cascading from her head
Large brown eyes like a small child
But she was aged twenty five
At the moment they proclaimed her dead
I had left her some time before
Remorseful from my errors
Too late to apologize
Yet I would want her to know
Celeste, you are mine forever
I am sad always at what I did
And if we could be together once again
I would not err twice
I would never make you sad
Alas! I know that it can not be
But I feel that you are still with me
What Mother Taught MeWhat Mother Taught MeWhat Mother Taught Me5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dictated by Puabi
"Daughter, listen to Mother carefully. Men-most men-have a dark mind. They desire power, even power over a woman. So, give your body to any man you accept; but neither your heart nor your soul. These, give to only one man whom you accept totally. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, I do, Mother."
Women prostitute since my time;
No man can they believe.
They tried to coerce, to dominate;
Even one who agreed to be the wife.
I was a queen and so remote;
But I scarcely believed a man.
I gave my body, as Mother taught me.
Neither my heart nor my soul.
Until I had met my one man,
And then I agreed to become his wife.
Now I give him all of me;
And he gives me all of him.
"Mother, Daughter has found him at last! Awww! He is so wonderful to me!"
Queen For (Ever and) A DayQueen For (Ever and) A DayQueen For (Ever and) A Day1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
During my last life
I was queen for not more
Than twenty years
I sat upon a throne of gold
In the court of Ur
Now, in this happy new life,
Beside the man I adore,
I am queen for ever and a day
Surrounded by the stronghold of his love
Enthroned upon the pure gold of his heart
And nobody dethrones me
Genesis"I can't believe it," Dr. Chaos muttered from his side of the king-size bed in their new, tiny, single bedroom apartment. "I still can't." The bed was about all that fit. If Chaos dangled his arm too far out, he'd touch the wall.Genesis5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Can't believe what, sir?" Synergy asked, scooting on her side across the mattress to drape an arm over him.
He sighed. "Don't call me that. Everything, you know? The power... the way I hurt you... that I'm indebted to a hero."
"You're not personally indebted," said Synergy, snuggling up onto his chest. She'd told him that the size of the bed was unnecessary when they bought it, but it was no use arguing with Leo where these things were concerned everything should be bigger, better, more impressive. She'd gotten her way with the apartment, at least. "Daniel saved my life."
"Mm. And because of that fact, I'm more indebted to him than if he'd saved mine."
"It's the truth, mi amor." He kissed her forehead and wrapped hi
InvaluableInvaluableInvaluable1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
If someone gives you crystal, glass
He will warn you to hold it tight
If he gives you a valuable gem
You must guard it every night
And insure that you never break it
So the High Ones trusted me with an invaluable gift
More vital than crystal or jewellery
And they warned me not to break it
It is the heart of my love, Puabi
His TreasureHis TreasureHis Treasure1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
My heart is his treasure
Locked in the vault of his love
Safe and sound forever
82. Can You Hear Me?"What about now?" Liz says in a almost indiscernible whisper, the softness ruined when she begins to giggle soon after. She had never quite understood the expression 'laughter bubbling up', but lately she felt full and happy, and she was laughing before she really knew what she was doing. Rich grins back at her, his softly glowing green eyes moving fondly across her face.82. Can You Hear Me?4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Still yes." He murmurs into her ear, his smile tickling her skin as he places a kiss underneath.
"And now?" Her voice is softer still, barely audible to her own ears.
"Yes." His lips brush up and down her neck almost curiously. "Though it behooves me to tell you, Elizabeth, that in such close proximity to you this is hardly a legitimate experiment, nor will the results be satisfactory."
"Hey, buddy, that's not pillow talk."
"The meaning of that phrase eludes me." He says, his arm shifting around her waist with purpose and pulling her close on the sheets.
"You can't use that excuse every time. You knew what 'friends w
Like Living DeadLike Living DeadLike Living Dead2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My hair is white
From the grief
That you gave me, you never
My eyes are red
Because I pass each night
Like a living dead
But I must live in the light
That you shine so brightly
Around my head
And it must be said
That you make me sad
I want to cry
I may find true peace
When I die
"Oh death, when it comes for me
I may or may not resist.
That opening in the ground
To enter, I need assist.
Will they bury or will they burn
Or simply float me in my longship?
I cannot claim to know these things;
I simply remain here in the dark.
Sometimes the subject makes me cringe --
But eventually I shall disembark!"
Only LoveOnly LoveOnly Love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The day is almost over
Night is going to fall
Days work is almost done
Time seems to stand still
Daily affairs are gone
What remains is only one
"Relax and enjoy Puabi, beloved!"
"If you gave to the unknown man
a small piece of your life.
if you gave from your love,
you are have not lived vainly
Nobody could take from you
the love of peoples...
And...Nobody could take from you
your faith in them, your faith...
If you took from the glory of someone else
even a particle.
If you have heard gossip
and then repeat
even one second.
If you are an enemy of the villainous,
but he has listened
even a single path.
If you are have eaten from the morsel of your friend
and forget him
why it was necessary
that are you born?"
Edited by Michel-le-fou
SpaceSpace7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The orbiter had touched down at Vandenberg, and Lewis and a dozen others had flown cargo the thirty minutes to San Francisco airport. They trudged in from the tarmac in loose formation out of habit, unprepared for the crowds in the terminal.
The debriefing team had talked about friction, that the religious right had taken offense to their involvement in the colony war.
There was an awkward moment when the soldiers met the seething mass of people, unsure if there would be familiar faces, confused by the angry looks and rumbled undercurrent of discontent.
Murderers, a lone voice lit the fuse, causing the crowd to erupt into a cacophonic barrage of unfettered hatred.
The soldiers had faced more threatening forces, but here, at home, unarmed and unprepared, they could do nothing but close ranks and retreat to safety.
Police raised riot shields as picketers raised placards, the two groups squaring off as the tired soldiers slipped away through the terminal.
Lewis took the shuttl
Whining About WineFrom the prompt: "You know how Eleven is always spitting out his wine, how about a story where River tries to find a wine that the Doctor likes and succeeds."Whining About Wine4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He took a sip, made a face, and spat it out.
He looked mournfully down into his glass. "Elderberry wine. I thought for sure I'd like elderberry!" he wailed, pulling a huge frowny face like a child denied cookies.
River laughed at him and handed him a baguette. "It's not the end of the world, Sweetie."
"But I used to love wine!" he whined. He tore a chunk off the loaf and chewed vengefully, using it to get the taste out of his mouth. He swallowed and waved the rest of the loaf at her. They were dining at a little outdoor cafe in 1860's Paris. People bustled past on their own business, some of them in bustles.
"Maybe your taste buds have changed," River said, delicately spooning up a lovely consommé. A small jaunty hat was perched on her head.
The Doctor drew his attention from the delightful picture she m