Valentines NCIS Tiva StoryHappy Valentine's Day!: A Tiva storyValentines NCIS Tiva Story3 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Yes. Wait, no that is not the point. I want the number blocked. Yes!" It was almost impossible for Ziva to hold her temper back at this point. She had been on the phone for over twenty minutes, trying to stop a caller that had been haunting her for weeks. "I. Want. Him. Blocked." The words seethed though her teeth as she leaned against the deep orange wall.
Tony had been listening for that full twenty minutes. Of course, he had to shoo McGee away as to not rouse any unnecessary suspicions (to McGee's annoyance). It wasn't his problem, anyway... Besides. *I'm the leader It's my responsibility to make sure everyone is in line and right.* he secretly tried to convince himself that what he was doing wasn't even the slightest bit wrong, despite his practically screaming opposing conscience. *At least Gibbs is busy with Abby and Ducky * Tony folded his arms and creased his eyebrows as he listened around the corn
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
NCIS (request) Tiva: One KissTiva Story: One KissNCIS (request) Tiva: One Kiss3 years ago in Settings More Like This
*Love ?* Tony rubbed his temples as he sat in Abby's lab on the table. Although he wouldn't admit it, this past month had been emotionally draining, and he had no idea why. That is, until he came across the word on Abby's black and red gothic shirt. A grinning cartoon skeleton held the bright word in its bony hands, as if to mock Tony of its sheer existence.
"Hey Tony!" She greeted in front of him, ponytails flying as she waved in front of his dazed face. *Weird he's never here this early and in my lab?* she thought. "Are you okay?" Abby knew something wasn't right, she could tell by his facial expression and the glaze over his eyes. And, well, Abby just knew these things. "Something tells me you're not okay soooo .what's up?" she clasped her hands behind her back and leaned into Tony's face. *He is COMPLETELY out of it * she concluded, cupping his cheeks in her hands.
Tony was indeed COMPLETELY out of it. Lack of sleep
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
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.
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
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
Fatal Attraction (Jeff x Jane) Ch. 2As soon as dinner ended, Jeff went straight to his room. He was so confused. Why would Jane save him like that? Why didn't she just let Observer kill him? It was so tiresome to think about. "Meh...I'm tired." Jeff took off his hoodie and jumped into his bed. He was almost asleep when BEN walked in.Fatal Attraction (Jeff x Jane) Ch. 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Man, that was crazy." BEN grinned.
"....." Jeff, who was too tired to put up with his annoying friend, ignored him.
"I didn't really expect you to stand up for her, or for her to save you!"
"......." Jeff covered his head with his blanket.
"So..." BEN grinned. "When did you start falling for her?" Jeff shot up and pegged a pillow at BEN's head, knocking the boy off his feet. "Ow!"
"Shut up!!" Jeff hissed. "There's no way I could ever love her!!"
"So you say." BEN laughed and stood up. "You humans are strange when it comes to love." Jeff stood. At this point, he wasn't even tired anymore. "Your face is red, Jeff."
"Screw you, BEN. I'm going for a walk." Jeff walked out the door. "...?" He sc
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
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
Frerard :This Is Reality: 4FRANK'S POVFrerard :This Is Reality: 43 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Hey Gerard Is something wrong?" I asked as Gerard slid into his seat beside me in the back of the room. It was the second day of school. I was excited about seeing Gerard, but the second he stepped through the door with his solemn expression, I knew today was going to be pretty somber.
Gerard curled his hands in and out of fists. "I I don't want to talk about it."
"I Please? Tell me what happened," I said, resting my hand on his. He snatched his hand away, his gorgeous features distorted by an ugly frown. He jerked his head to the side once and stared out the window. I narrowed my eyes. "Fine. Don't tell me. I was only trying to help because it seemed like you had no one to talk to."
Gerard cleared his throat. "My grandmother is dying. We were really close."
My jaw slacked and I covered my mouth with my hand. "Y-you're kidding?"
Gerard shook his head. I could a
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
Las Vegas SyndromeLas Vegas Syndrome3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Las Vegas Syndrome
They named the pill Las Vegas, after the new city that never sleeps, despite originating from a Chinese replica developed in New Jersey. Aaron Knight’s grandfather, George Knight Senior, often spoke fondly of a time when LV’s were optional, when people would waste hours every day lying in bed doing nothing. Aaron considered him a Dozer, a pervert. We often excuse the elderly for their eccentricities but Aaron always found it difficult to understand and forgive his grandfather’s obsession with sleeping. George Knight Senior was the last of Aaron’s grandparents, only dying twelve years earlier, at the unusually old age of seventy-two. Aaron was born too late to meet the rest of his forebears, they were merely names rarely recounted in passing conversation however he retained fond memories of George Senior.
Aaron Knight lived in London, which was a drastically different city to the one George Senior recal
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.
Fatal Attraction (Jeff x Jane) Ch. 5It was so strange. Jane always hated Jeff. But, she felt so safe in his arms. The two danced to the slow-playing music. Most of the proxies were watching, both happy and shocked at the same time.Fatal Attraction (Jeff x Jane) Ch. 52 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Don't speak. Just listen to the music." Jeff's voice was calm and happy. That wasn't very usual for him. Jane blushed and smiled. She was shocked when Jeff began to hum to the music. If it were any other time, she would try and kill him. But why not now? "Jane."
"....I'm sorry." That phrase shocked Jane. Jeff was sorry?
"....About all the crap I pulled these past few years. For hurting you." Jeff looked at Jane. His eyes were very soft looking. Jane blushed.
"No. It's not. And I promise I'll make it up to you." Jeff looked her straight in the eyes. Now he was blushing. "I..." Before he could say anything else, Jane leaned in and kissed him. Jeff's face turned bright red.
"D'aww! How cute!" Zalgo chirped. Red smiled brightly.
Break the IceBreak the Ice4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
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Break the Ice
A Crystal King drabble
Panic spread across the Crystal Kingdom, as fire melted the once beautiful land. The kind of all Koopa's had sent his army to persuade the ruler to join his side. All of his Koopa army was setting the kingdom a blaze. Bowser floated high above the kingdom watching the once sparkling buildings become puddles of nothing. The crystal people ran in every direction screaming as their homes became nothing. The Koopa King waited patiently for the creature he was truly after.
The people of the land ran for their lives as the fire began to surround them from all sides. Then like clockwork there was a sudden gust of cold wind, and some of the fire was put out. The people reached up to their king who was flying through the sky. He landed on the ground with his sapphire crystal crown sparkling wi
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
Dear Angry PersonIt has come to my attention that youDear Angry Person2 years ago in Letters More Like This
are about as pleasant as a rank plate of lemons jammed down an old lady’s throathave some behavioural problems with regards to your interactions with the community. This is not good for you and for that reason; I hope you will read this letter.
Considering that your actions reflect badly on you as a
walking sack of organic waste that is sucking up our airartist, I thought that I would step in and offer my own take on things. I hope within this letter to assist you in removing the metallic rod you have jammed so far up your posterior!by explaining to you that your behaviour ,which reminded me of a repugnant cat-lady swearing at the kids on her lawn,was improper, considering the circumstances and the alternative.
You see, I too am an individual that has trouble controlling his emotions. I strive very hard not to say what I am truly thinking as more often than not, you
a tribute to robert frostI have been one acquainted with the night,a tribute to robert frost2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and that has made all the difference.
one aged man--one man--can't keep a house,
but I am done with apple-picking now,
and miles to go before I sleep,
so now and never any different.
"you'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen,
like two kinds of jewels, a vision for thieves-"
can't a man speak of his own child he's lost?
like pearls, and now a silver blade,
and dead wings carried like a paper kite,
nothing gold can stay.
something there is that doesn't love a wall;
truth? a pebble of quartz? for once, then, something.
the clever eyes of my wandering child,
heart not averse to being beguiled.
always searching for souls in the dawn,
but I shall be gone.
The FieldsCarl,The Fields3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Remember that time, brother, when we were young? When we took off before I was even though high school in your beat-up old whatever-it-was without so much as a goodbye note, dreamed of travelling the country?
There was a place we stayed at, the night before we finally gave up and turned around. It think it may be my last clear memory of you.
It was called the Beaumont Farm.
The petrol gauge has been sitting below empty for the last hour, and Carl Levine doesn't bother trying the key again when the engine splutters one last time before falling silent. He shivers in the cool air as he opens the door, pulling out his phone and cursing when he sees the reception bar empty. The last station he saw was before he turned off the highway two towns back, the last car before that.
The letter from Alicia lies folded in his inner pocket, as it had come in that innocuous envelope. There had been no return address, postmark almost illegible under a dark smudge that covered half the front
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
Life's Journey - What It Takes To Come Alive pt.2Life is a journey. One's destination is unique to our hearts and lives in our souls. It is a state of the mind. A new way of seeing things. An altered perception. A notion of achievement. An idea of happiness. Our destination is never a place, nor are the things we want most really things at all. We take the journey. Our destiny is shaped in our moments of decision. As fate looks down upon us, we follow the roads of desire with home in our hearts and our hearts on our sleeves choosing our paths, making new ones, searching until our destination sits in sight on the horizon. We keep moving. We take others along with us. We wave hellos, we wave goodbyes. We take our journey. Our treasures of love, collections of loss, bundles of experience, wisdom, and memories we've picked up along the way are carried high on our backs and we grow. We have courage. We take risks. We observe. We change. We develop. We cry. We fall down. We get up. We smile. We follow our dreams. We listen to our hearts. WLife's Journey - What It Takes To Come Alive pt.23 years ago in Emotional More Like This
In My Heart :Collab:In My Heart :Collab:3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In My Heart
You're always there for me,
No matter what the matter is.
I like how you always see
When I'm in need of your love.
You make me laugh so hard
That my stomach hurts.
No humor like that in a card.
But that's not all you do.
The whole world beyond my lawn
Seems so much better with you.
Can't imagine it with you gone,
For you make the world go round.
When you first said "I love you,"
My heart started to sing
Because I love you too,
For now and always.
I am your little kitten
And you are my world.
In my heart,it's been written
That you are ultimately mine.
Your heart is my sky
And your arms are my castle,
My reason to always try.
Love, I really care about you.
Maybe, Just MaybeMaybe, Just Maybe3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why can't I be sad about this?
Not a single tear has flown
Am I emotionless?
Am I a monster?
Why can't I be sad about this
My mood seems to be the same
Am I heartless?
Am I empty?
Why can't I be sad about this
The others have their masks on
Why do I not need mine?
What have I become?
Or maybe, just maybe
I have grown used to the pain
Of losing someone who's close to me
Maybe, just maybe