Inception- Heard You Were SickInception- Heard You Were Sick5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Heard You Were Sick
(Disclaimer: Inception and all related properties belong to Christopher Nolan.)
Something was off. That much was for sure. It took Eames a moment or two to realize just exactly what it was, and when he did, he felt silly for not noticing it immediately.
It was silent.
Eames was late for work, and no one had said a word.
"Where's Arthur?" he asked immediately, a smirk playing on his lips. Ariadne was the first to pay him any mind, and all she did was shrug. Was the stick-in-the-mud point man late for work? He hoped he was. To be able to mock his failed perfect attendance would be so sweet he was sure it would give him diabetes.
Yusuf strolled in then, carrying his daily cup of coffee. "Ah, morning, Eames," he greeted.
"Hey, Yusuf, do you know where Arthur is?" Ariadne piped up, apparently as curious as the forger.
"I think Cobb's on the phone with him right now, actually," Yusuf responded, sipping at the coffee before grimacing. It was sad how he was
I Am So SorryI promised youI Am So Sorry3 years ago in Horror More Like This
I know I did
I am so sorry
I failed you both
I did not keep that promise
I did not protect you
I did not chase away the monsters
I did not scare away the shadows
I did something wrong and only now regret it
I screamed as they said it was you who had to pay
I hugged you close
I said it was all going to be alight
I heard your please
I tried to stop it but could not
I let them change you
I watched you loose yourself
I watched you prowl and grunt
I watched you whimper and beg
I watched you killed
I watched them collect the remains
I wept and screamed
I let it all happen
I Am So Sorry
On the Sea Beneath the SkyGolden flickers danced on the pale faces of the circle, hushed whispers wafting out from the gathering by the glowing coals. It was the third night of the coming-of-age, the no-longer-little ones from each of the surrounding tribes taken out together in the openness of the untamed world. There were a few in the group that stood out, discernible even in the thick coverings of the night. There was Jiu-yeil, son of the carpenters, impressive form already bulging with strength and muscle more fitting of a man twice his size. The brothers, Senniare and Elieten of cloth-maker, sat donned in simple but the finest of all their travelling robes. And very slightly apart from the throng of a dozen others was the quiet Meiella, orphaned as an infant, niece of medicine woman.On the Sea Beneath the Sky3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The air was cool, but the wind only light. As the flames burned low, a tall figure stepped out of the shadowsOch'jiana, the leader of the rite. She was neither old nor young, hair pulled back in the habit of the femal
chromaWe were merely children when the stars came.chroma3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They rained down from the sky in a burst of light, like shards of glass pouring down from the heavens. Supernovas blooming in the night sky, petals raining down onto the barren earth - angels, falling with their wings sheathed, glowing, as they glided down. We watched, starstruck, as the glow overtook us - we were mesmerized. We waited with bated breath as the meteors landed, the celestial light subsiding as dark forms started to pick themselves up from the dust.
They moved towards us with an otherworldly grace, their steps leaving no marks on the earth as they descended upon us. Frozen to our spots as they approached, our bodies simply unresponsive in their wake. We were paralyzed. They stretched out their wings, embracing us in a softness unimaginable - a polymerization of silky feathers made of pure light, like a soft touch of a rose petal - and suddenly, our eyes were opened. The world was the same, yet so new, as it was washed with a gl
Of Men and MetaphorsIt was a dark and stormy night.Of Men and Metaphors3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Really, I mean, you ever heard an interesting story that started on a sunny day with mild cloud cover around an hour or so before dinnertime?
Exactly. Moving on.
The air held a coldness that seeped through brick and stone. It crawled through flesh, freezing blood in icy veins, chilling bones like a slithering ghost in the blackness.
...but not so cold that it was a snow-storm. Cotton candy floating down from an inky sky, shining like diamond eyes in the starlight as soft flakes swirl and dance on feather-light feet in the breeze...
Not quite the image we're looking for.
Rain lashed from the depths of the cruel heavens, wind whipping from the starless smothering blanket above. Thunder roared in fury, cracking alongside his bright lover as she streaked her fire to the lonely earth.
Yes, lightning is a chick. It makes sense. Hair of white-gold light from her glowing moon-face, gown of silver thread spreading down her lithe figure, hem sweeping against the c
Clean Freak Translyrics - ScopClean Freak Translyrics - Scop2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Emotions, heavy thoughts, dirty and terrible
We do not need them in any way
To smile, everyone, you are saying something way
too much for this, it is just too dirty...
"People are different," That's what they all say,
Desires, our pleasures, they're all just the same
However, when awkward, it now turns into this:
"It's human nature," And whatever comes into mind...
Alright then, go print out, proper textbooks with
Some proper articles inside the pages
The modeled way of life, and maybe just a tiny
Piece of clean relationships
Of course when we say that we are just lonely in this world,
And make-believe that we understand everyone,
The real truth is that we mistake contentness with love
Everyone, does not, understand at all!
We are just useless, all humans, which is already too late to figure out,
Since our impulses fit perfect,
Any wavelength is perfect just for now.
Within these dirtied emotions,
Our hearts are becoming hard as stone,
The terrible scene that we all seek
Is just so, di
Lucius' Happy Memory: HP OneshotLucius' Happy MemoryLucius' Happy Memory: HP Oneshot2 years ago in Drama More Like This
It was cold. So cold in fact that one could see one's breath puff up into the air with every inhale and exhale. But it wasn't the time of year that caused this bitter cold. Oh no, it couldn't be blamed on something as simple as the weather.
No. It was the constant presence of the Dementors that made Azkaban one of the coldest places on the face of the earth. But it wasn't the natural cold that merely made your nose red and your skin freeze; it was the kind of cold that entered the heart and sucked everything inch of warmth from the soul. It was Hell.
Most people have the very wrong perception that Hell is a place where you burn- all fire and brimstone and a little cloven hoofed devil poking you with a pitchfork in your rear at random intervals for the rest of eternity- but this is a lie. Hell is far crueler than that and all the prisoners of Azkaban knew this, for they lived in the wretched place.
Hell is cold. Hell is the place where you relive yo
Redemption: Chapter ThreeRedemption: Chapter Three2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Captain Hook: Redemption
Sally McCoy had been a serving maid in the Gray household for almost 10 years, and in her time there she had seen and heard plenty of strange things. But as she left Wendy Darling in the parlor to fetch her Mistress, the maid had to say that this newest turn of events took the number one spot for absurd happenings. The whole situation was absolutely preposterous!
The young Miss Darling couldn't be right; surely she must have been mistaken. . . She had to be. Alexandra Mercedes Gray had never in her life cared for anyone but herself, and now she was 'supposedly' taking on a student, and a young and pretty one at that?
No. Sally decided that the girl was confused, or knowing her luck, this Miss Darling might even be a little barmy! Or perhaps she had merely told the coachman the wrong address? That was it! She must have had the wrong address!
With this happy idea in mind Sally turned to go back into the parlor and tell the young woman
Decisions, Decisions Part 1 TonyxLokiDecisions, decisions...Decisions, Decisions Part 1 TonyxLoki3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Sequel to Surprise, Surprise
Loki sat in his room, lying down but not sleeping. Thinking of his brother, thinking of Tony...
" I can't believe what's happened.." It was cold in his room, and dark, but he liked it that way, it matched how he felt.. Now that he was back on Earth, without trying to attack it and not locked up in Tony's tower, he found it was much like Asgard, surrounded by people but still utterly alone...
When he had been young whenever he'd had a nightmare, he'd never gone to his parents room. Instead, when he had been afraid, he fled to Thor's room.
To Thor's always awaiting arms... " Why must the world clutter, why must love wither? If only things could ...- beautiful things, could last forever..."
Outside his door, he heard footsteps, and a sliver of light widened through the room. Loki sat up in his bed.
" Brother? Do you still sleep?"
" Come in..." he choked out, finally glad to have some company.
Fallen: A Free Verse PoemFallen: A Free Verse PoemFallen: A Free Verse Poem3 years ago in Drama More Like This
He falls . . . Oh how he falls through the abyss into a unknown void.
He never hits bottom for he never stops falling.
For how can you stop falling when you've come from the top?
He was Loki the Prince of Asgard, but now he is but a broken shell that is constantly reminded of his failure through others actions against him.
The torture of knowing that you are the thing that you once feared the most, would tear down any man. But this fallen Prince was no mere man. . . No. . .
He was a God.
. . . .
Now Loki watches from the sidelines wishing for death with all his being. Knowing that those he loved most are nothing but a whisper of a dream. He wishes that Thor was his 'real' brother and that his mother and father were the Asgardian Royalty, but he knows that it is a lie.
This Fallen Prince slowly rises from the ashes of his old life and begins again. . . But this time he knows who he is for certai
Glazes Part 2Glaze Recipes Part 2Glazes Part 24 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Sharing a few formula's I use
all glazes are ^6 electric/oxidation
Floating Blue Revision 1
Nepheline Syenite 41
Gerstley Borate 17
Frit 3134 13
Red Iron Oxide 2
Cobalt Carbonate 1.5
They Say I'm GuiltyOf the nearly eighty female prisoners that had answered my request, I had narrowed my choices down to two of them. The first was a voluptuous, porcelain-skinned brunette that would make my brother drool in seconds. The second was a golden-haired, frail little piece of work, and normally I would have dismissed her during the first round of eliminations, but something kept her there. Maybe it was the way she stared at me with her venomous green eyes, but I couldn't be sure. In any case, I had my two choices set before me, each isolated in separate cells on opposite ends of the jail so that I might observe them more personally.They Say I'm Guilty3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I turned to the prison guard. "What can you tell me about this one?" I was starting with the brunette.
"Number 67," he practically spat. "Don't believe a word she tells you. She's as good a liar as they come."
I wondered at what sort of lies she had told the guard because clearl
The Vampire Survival Guide, v1The Vampire Survival Guide, v111 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Section I: What are Vampires?
Vam-pire \vam-pÓr\ n 1: a night-wandering bloodsucking ghost 2: a person who preys on other people; esp.: a woman who exploits and ruins her lover 3: vampire bat
There is some nonfiction in that definition, and yet there is much fiction. Myth and reality. To survive the vampire holocaust, we must first understand exactly what it is we are fleeing. A vampire is, in simplest form, a human affected by a horrible dementia-inducing blood disease. These poor souls have, by some means, been infected by a disease similar to anemia, in which blood is short in quantity. Some symptoms are also similar to anemia (Paleness, irregular sleep conditions.) But the similarity ends there.
It was long speculated that the disease, which has been dubbed Neuroplasma (due to its eventual psychological effect), was a virus, but the theory was later discarded after recorded autopsies confirmed that it was indeed caused by an unidentifiable infectious agent
DeviantART's Ten CommandmentsDeviantART's Ten Commandments11 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The Ten Commandments of DeviantART
1. Thou shalt not put thyself before the art, or any idols of selfishness.
2. Thou shalt not take the name of deviantART in vain, nor claim it as thy own, or face penalty of banishment.
3. Thou shalt keep holy the forums and shoutbox, and only speak of adequate material in appropriate forum.
4. Thou shalt honor thy administrators and staff members, for they are the keepers of the peace and of the maintenance.
5. Thou shalt not kill a horse, only to continue to pummel its carcass on the wall of text that is the Forum.
6. Thou shalt not commit adultery of the Favourites system, such abuse is not tolerated and will result in the ceremonial urine-saturated March of the
Riddle MeI come from nothing and I ask for something.Riddle Me4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
No one has ever seen me,
Yet no one does not know me.
I am lighter than a grain of sand,
Yet men have collapsed under my weight.
I have ended more lives than any war,
Yet I never fail to warn my victims.
I ask for only one thing.
What am I?
Foxface - The Choice She MadeTheme 5 - ChoicesFoxface - The Choice She Made4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Holding the berry in my fingers, I recognise it. Nightlock. If I eat it, certain death. There is no going back. But if I throw it away, perhaps Peeta and Katniss will feast on it, not knowing of the consequences. With them gone, myself and Cato would be left. Would I have a chance of winning? I doubt it.
What are my options then? The choices I have to chose from. Die, at the hands of Cato in some bloody and brutal way to please the audience, in the final showdown in the Hunger Games. I couldn't win. Not against him. There would be no chance for me.
I think of something. Something many other tributes have said in the past. They wanted to prove that they weren't just a piece in the games. They weren't a pawn to the Capitol in a gigantic chess game. They weren't going to be used.
I was being used. Myself and the others who had died. Myself and those who still remained. We were all their pawns and that was not something I wanted to be. I wanted to have my own mind and mak
The Ghost and The Gale (and the Picsees).Today is Halloween and that means tricky treats! We promise not to do any sneaky tricks but we do have a little treat for you! It’s a wee story we wrote...a ghost story...The Ghost and The Gale (and the Picsees).1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
THE GHOST & THE GALE (and the Picsees).
You might have heard many a tale of ghosts and ghouls before, and chances are you've heard one or more on this, the day of Halloween. But mark these very words...for when you look back upon them you will see it foretold that you've never heard a tale quite like this before...
It happened one night not too long ago. The moon was new and the thin slice of light visible on its face only moments earlier was now masked by a thick veil of fog drifting over the cold north sea into the heart of Scotland where a wee little village lay sleeping. Not a soul was awake...or so it seemed, as it would have been near impossible for a mortal eye to see the three figures walking in the shadows of the only road cutting through this wee village...but this is not the scary part cause w
Glazes Part 3Glazes Part 3Glazes Part 33 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Glaze Recipes Part 3
Sharing a few formula's I use
all glazes are ^6 electric/oxidation
Potash Feldspar 33
China Clay 15
Zinc Oxide 3
The Hunger Games OC TemplateThe Hunger Games Tribute MakerThe Hunger Games OC Template4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Appearance (be descriptive!)
Personality (three words isn't a freaking personality!):
Strengths: (No more than 4)
Weaknesses: (No less than 3)
Weapon of choice:
Special Skills: (These are things that they do well that might make them stand out from the other tributes)
Reaction to reaping:
Interview Angle: (i.e. aloof, flirty, dangerous, mysterious, etc.)
Training room strategy:
What skill did they show to gamemakers?:
What kind of score would they get? (be realistic):
Way of death?: (How would you like them to die?)
Other: (Anything else you want to add?)
*EDIT* This is for anyone and everyone to use. Please leave me a comment if you used it! I'd love to see your OC!
Untitledwhen the wind starts to whistle its ode to the treesUntitled1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and the moonbeams start dancing to the song of their leaves
be it forests or gardens on nights such as these
the wee folk are waking and magic they’ll weave.
~ traditional Picsee poem
MeYou, the one I love, do you understand me?Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you know that you are killing me with your words?
Do you know that you are choking me with your thoughts?
Does it show?
That the smile I wear is superficial?
That I keep my feeling locked up?
That I ...hurt...?
What did you say?
You say that you understand
That you know how I feel.
But do you know of the pain that is ripping me appart?
Do you know what is underneath?
Have you opened my heart?
Have you heard my screams for help?
Have you seen that my heart is tearing?
CAN YOU UNDERSTAND THAT I AM ALONE TRAPPED IN THE DARK?
Do you even care?
Your screams are only to make yourself feel better
Your tears are only for self pity,
Yes, you are
That is why you blame me
That is why you hurt me
That is why you DESTROY me
That is how you kill me
That is how you LOVE me
Glazes Part 1Glaze Recipes Part 1Glazes Part 14 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Sharing a few formula's I use
all glazes are ^6 electric/oxidation
Shiny Red got this one from dA- sorry, forget who had it
21 Laguna Borate
16 Nepheline Syenite
5 Tin Oxide
0.15 Chrome Oxide
Pete Pinnel;s Weathered Blue
1 Lithium Carbide
20 Strontium Carbonate
60 Nepheline Syenite
10 OM-4 Ball Clay
1 cobalt chloride
3 copper carbonate
25.3 Potash Feldspar
20.0 Gerstley Borate
22.0 Nepheline Syenite
1.8 Red Iron Oxide
2.8 Light Rutile
3.5 Copper Carbonate
RemoverRemover2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She decided a young woman like her had no business being imperfect. Impurities had to be expelled from her life, no matter the cost. An universal remover promised to be her savior. It lived up to its commercials, doing away with the stains that disgraced her floor and some of the walls.
Would domestic hygiene free her from being flawed? Doubtful. This product guaranteed to exterminate any kind of filth. Could it go beyond the material things? She rubbed the substance on her forehead, and conjured as many negative thoughts as possible. They were recalled, only to vanish from memory a second after.
Satisfied? Not quite. Even the good recollections had portions of impurity here and there. She wouldn't allow that, and began rubbing with furious abandon. There could not be a single mistake, not a lone wound, every hint of imperfection had to disappear ...
Her neighbor would make a visit later. No one answered the door.
I long to set this world aflame.I once dreamt of ashes and dragons,I long to set this world aflame.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as dark ravens loomed over my sleeping form,
planting cadaver kisses along my neck.
Stepping into a river of colors, I contemplated
smoke halos and the unlit cigarette between my teeth.
I asked myself if all of this was worth it-
gasoline rainbows painting landscapes along my thighs.
I'd never smoked a day in my life, but I liked to play with fire.
[Light a match and watch me burn. ]