ME: ThereafterME: Thereafter4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Game: Mass Effect
Characters/Pairings: FemShep / Garrus
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Bioware, I'm merely attempting to expand upon it.
This takes place a few weeks, possibly a month, after the destruction of Sovereign.
Exiting out of the CIC, Garrus Vakarian strolled down the stairwell toward the living quarters of the SSV Normandy. The celebration that had followed the defeat of Sovereign was going on all throughout the Citadelthroughout the parts that remained relatively intact, that is. He was all for revelry after the hell he and his commanding officer had gone through, but it had turned out to be livelier than he preferred. He noticed how empty the ship felt, especially with the looming silence in the air. His mind began to wander to the faces he had seen at the celebration. All the crew from this ship, the people he knew from C-Sec, high ranking officials he had investigated, ev
Echo of the past 04 [ENG]Echo of the past 04 [ENG]3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter with better formatting, in PDF file: http://xkyoux.wordpress.com/2012/05/09/story-about-boys-love/
*Author notes available at the beginning of chapter one*
Note from the translator: This is not a word for word translation. So there will be words missing, or words added when comparing the original. I tried my best not to change the contents. BUT, sometimes I just had to. The thing is that Kyoux plays a lot with form and tense, and that made it that much more difficult to translate. I wanted to leave as much as possible as it was in the original so that the atmosphere and her writing style were reflected. And that might get English people confused sometimes, as it probably would be written differently if the correct English were used. Of course you'll find mistakes in the text, so please, instead of mocking my language skills, just sit back and enjoy a beautiful love story. I decided to try and translate it because I adore their story so much that it would be a pity for other
100 Prompt Couples ChallengeThe 100 Prompt Couples Challenge100 Prompt Couples Challenge5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
2. Truth be Told
3. Wait, What?
23. He said, she said
26. You and Me
27. Missing You
34. Got you
39. Over the Moon
42. We Belong
43. Take My Hand
49. Not the First
50. Know Better
51. Stupid, Stupid, Stupid!
54. Let go
59. Come here
61. For You
64. With Child
65. Don't Talk About It
73. Sing to Me
76. Never Alone
78. Panic Attack
Feral TwoFeral Two3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I heard myself let out a small whimper, my eyes fading back to blue as I desperately tried to pry his hands away from my neck. I looked up at him, pleadingly, my eyes filling with tears as I started feeling weak from the lack of oxygen. His expression looked surprised, and he slowly loosened his grip, allowing me to pull away. I breathed heavily, but stared straight up at him. “Can...I...have some blood?” I asked slowly, not used to having to talk. A look of disgust entered his features. “No, a filthy beast like you doesn’t deserve blood. You’re lucky I haven’t ended you,” he said, anger woven into his voice.
I reached up a hand and gently touched his cheek, his skin warm under my touch. “Please…,” I whispered, looking directly into his eyes. Something in his expression softened, and he moves his head over to the side, exposing his delicious neck to me. “Go ahead,” he said, then added, “But hurry up”.
The Vampire Lord: Ch.5The Vampire LordThe Vampire Lord: Ch.57 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I got up early and looked at my watch. It was 5 am and the sun was jut rising from the sky. Turning on the light I saw that Claire had gotten me the clothes that I had requested. Getting up I changed into the shorts, top and shoes, and then opened the door quietly and walked down the hallway to the door. There was no one around and I didnt want to wake up the whole house even though vampires couldnt sleep, I still didnt want to wake up the staff members, they worked hard enough as it is and even thought there wasnt many of them they still needed rest.
It was a beautiful morning and some rays of sunlight were coating the ground. The air was fresh and the birds were singing.
I started to jogged and I didnt realise how big the estate actually was. The place was like in a complete different world. The gardens were kept, and the large oak trees stood tall and strong. There was a gardener working awa
England X Alchemist!Reader: Love Potion"A love potion huh...? Do you know how to make it, Kiku?" you askedEngland X Alchemist!Reader: Love Potion3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You and your classmate, Kiku Honda were in the library, searching for a certain person.
"I don't know but I know a book, it has the instructions"
"Give it to me"
He left you for a sec and came back, pulling a thick and gigantic book.
"Don't get the wrong idea, __-san, I bet you're thinking that the whole book is the instructions for the potion, don't you?"
"You know I'm so lazy to read books right?"
"Good thing, I memorized the contents..."
"All of them?!"
"You've got to be kidding me!"
"So, the instructions were on page 666. Oh, by the way, you can also see a summoning spells here, tell Arthur-san and the other members of Magic club"
"T-thanks... Oof!" he handed you the book
"Good luck~!" he left without looking back
You four were the only students who can use magic but you were different, you can't cast spells but you can do alchemy. You had a crush on the club president, Arthur Kirkl
Quotable QuotesHumans have the incredible ability to reason logically and come to the wrong conclusion.Quotable Quotes8 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Two things in this world are infinite: the universe and human stupidity. But Im not so sure about the first one. Albert Einstein
Lifes not worth living if you dont have something worth dying for.
A ship in a harbor is safe, but thats not what a ship is built for.
Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed on and digested.
It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.
If you think you can, you can. And if you think you can't, you're right.
Faith is not belief. Belief is passive. Faith is active.
I have discovered that all human evil comes from this: man's being unable to sit still in a room. (Uh oh, my brother is in trouble )
The heart has its reasons which reason knows not of.
The GameSwishThe Game5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The orange sphere falls from the sky, bouncing against the ground only once before being grabbed in mid air. The player jumps from her spot, aiming towards the basket for another shot.
The ball misses completely, veering far to the left of the court as she chases after it. She pants, pushing herself to the limit in order to achieve her goal. She snatches the ball, dribbling it ever so carefully against imaginary foes as she goes towards her sweet spot. She jumps again, shooting with the utmost accuracy towards the basket.
The ball misses again, only this time by a few inches of the basket. It comes back to her, allowing her to give another shot in quick succession from the one before.
It falls through the net, bouncing a few times on the ground before rolling towards the grass. She walks towards it, bending down to pick it up from where it lay. She stared up at the basket before breaking out into a jog, dribbling the ball from
WhyWhy4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
There's a saying that says that sometimes people don't reach out when they're hurting, that they cut themselves off, because they want to see who cares enough to tear down the walls and sweep them up into a hug that makes everything wrong just crumble away and makes everything right come from those arms. This is why people cut themselves off. They're challenging the world to show them they care. So what happens when nobody comes? When nobody can come? The despair closes in and you wonder why, God? Why when you say you love me, when you say you are my father and my husband and my lover and rock and protector and everything those arms represent, why don't you chase me?
He didn't stand at your window with a song, the warm night air ruffling his hair and his eyes directed up towards you, and only you.
He didn't write you a letter, telling you how much he loves you and how he can't stop thinking about you.
He didn't sweep you off your feet and carry you when you couldn't take another step.
435 Writing Prompts!1. Violinist. (Or violin)435 Writing Prompts!3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
3. Paper aeroplane.
4. Dandelion seed.
6. She sings.
7. Dragonfly toes.
8. A stolen ring.
9. Broken wristwatch.
10. Missing tooth.
12. Fairytale gone wrong.
19. Lucky rabbit's paw.
24. 1000 paper cranes.
27. Puppet show.
28. Triskaidekaphobia. (Fear of the number thirteen.)
30. Letters to the moon.
32. Ballet shoes.
35. Breathless. (Or, breathlessly.)
36. Tachycardia. (An unusually fast heartbeat.)
37. Bradycardia. (A very slow heartbeat.)
40. Strobe light.
42. Fake quirks.
43. Contact lenses.
44. Siren. (Either the mythological creature, or the object.)
46. Comet in a bottle.
50. Tarot card.
THE SWITCH: CONCEPT WRITINGHis body flinched, the pain registering on a significant level for the amount of time he had been in place. His head lay low, his body unresponsive to his recent awaking. A light groan passed though his chapped, cracked lips as he stood in his constant still, cross-like position. The metal bars that had stressfully wrapped around his arms, restraining and supporting him, had slowly started given way over time. The shock and roar of the machine granted him the encouragement to open his eyes for the first time since the switch, frantically blinking at the weak florescent light that registered in his mind as bright as the beating sun. The machine, the life support that had automatically kept him going this long, had finally kicked the preverbal bucket. Beeping and buzzing as the circuits shorted out within the beast. Help. The thought came into his mind and stuck like a fly in a web. He needed to call for help, someone must still be here, he frantically reassured his now racing mind. BefoTHE SWITCH: CONCEPT WRITING3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
FAVOURITE CHARACTER X READER - QUIETLY.FAVOURITE CHARACTER X READER - QUIETLY.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You stood there. Quietly.
A single lonely tear ran down your face.
It was screaming inside.
You were fighting with yourself.
A fight nobody could win.
Because you were nobody.
Or at least you tried to be.
Or you didn't try.
And no one as well.
You stood there. Quietly.
Then you had a romantic relationship with your favourite fictional character.
Maybe even sexually.
Nobody liked it and no one was thrilled.
We Need Villains NOT HeroesFor the longest time I have admired heroes. I imagined them to be people of change, people who would bring the world forward and take us to even greater heights. It was then however, that I realised the 'Human Obstacle'.We Need Villains NOT Heroes2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Humans as I discovered, perhaps in the most painful of ways, are rather unintelligent beings. They are driven by their core instincts no matter how much they wish to deny it. And the only difference between one and the next is how deeply they let those instincts consume them.
If you walk out into the streets, you can see the well-adjusted average man. Yet in his mind he is not considering the good he could do with his life, he is only thinking about the next step. Where will I go next? Who will I be dating, what shall I enjoy next in life?
There is no thought of altruism; no sense of assistance for another. He could walk down an alleyway filled with the homeless and nothing would change...
If that is the case, then what is the path of truth? Is it doing
Quote 1.Silence is golden for those with nothing to say or nothing to fight for.Quote 1.5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
EdelweissEdelweiss:Gând spre nicăieriEdelweiss5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
O văd cum coboară de pe stânci cu aura ei argintie și pală,precum un înger.Corpul ei subțire se unduie la fiecare bătaia a vântului...
Ahh...Cât e de frumoasă...
Aș spune că am ajuns până aici doar pentru ea,s-o revăd,s-o strig,s-o strâng in brațe.
Scrise într-un carnețel mov,Adrian.Ajunsese pe acel munte,într-o drumeție cu actualii lui colegi de clasă.
-Adi!Haide!strigă una din fete la el.
-Acum,șopti,mai mult pentru sine,acesta.
Lasă pentru câteva momente carnetul împreuna cu pixul în buzunar,ridicându-se de pe piatra netedă și bătută de soare pe care stătea.De doi ani adora fiecare drumeție pe care o făcea,cu familie ,prieteni sau singur,doar pentru a admira munții din împrejurimi,dar mai ales pe Ea.Cea pe care o iubea de câteva săptamâni
2.3 Die Rueckkehr des Lichts (Kapitel 22 + Epilog)Kapitel 222.3 Die Rueckkehr des Lichts (Kapitel 22 + Epilog)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
„Nightmare Moon." Sagte Twilight und blickte das dunkle Alicorn finster an. „Es ist vorbei."
„Vorbei?" fragte Nightmare Moon sie „Wie kommst du darauf, dass es vorbei ist?"
„Wir haben all deine Machtquellen beseitigt. Die Garde steht nicht mehr hinter dir, dein Drache ist weg, die Steinbrüche so wie die Nahrung unterliegen nicht mehr deiner Kontrolle. Jeder hat sich von dir abgewandt. Sieh es ein, du hast verloren und gegen uns alle kannst du nicht gewinnen." Sagte Twilight zu ihr, doch dann fingen die Augen von Nightmare Moon an zu glühen und von dem Alicorn ging eine mächtige Schockwelle aus, welche alle Ponys nach hinten warfen.
„Was war das?" wollte Rainbow Dash wissen, als sie auf dem Bodenliegend sich den Kopf rieb.
„Lass dich davon nicht beeindrucken." Sagte Shining Armor zu ihr „Der Zauber war nicht so mächtig wie er aussah."
„Sind alle in Ordnung?" fragte Rarity und schaute sich um.
„Ich bin OK." Antwortete Pinkie Pie hier und dann sah das weiße Einhornpony auch noc
Break awayThe last deathly charge went right through the pilots head, he fell onto his control panel. Melody ran into the spaceship worldship and beckoned the boy to follow, once inside she started pressing buttons at random until seeing a small hand scanner, she used the pilots hand to start the machine then powered the engines and flew up to the hanger control room, smashing the window. She jumped into the room and examined the controls, she had a single shot at this, finding a button that fit the description she retrieved a small pice of metal, the length of a needle and width of a pencil, out of her pocket and slipped it in through the gap under it uprooting the button. Immediately, the hanger door opened and a big cold breeze following in after, she didn't mind it though, the sight of the black sky and rain made her forget everything around her, she stared at them forever until some stomping in the corridor brought her back to the control room, she dashed back to the worldship and flew of iBreak away3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
AatC: A Family Back Together PrologueAatC: A Family Back Together Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Everyone knows Alvin and the Chipmunks and their rivals the Chipettes, or should I say The Chipmunks and Chipettes band.
They were formed thanks to Dave Seville's loving wife and music partner, Vinny Seville. After years of leaving her children on Dave's doorstep for him to take care of, Vinny joined her boys in the city. During that time, things were starting to be better for everyone. Alvin and Brittany stopped their fighting, Simon got past his shyness for Jeanette, and Theodore and Eleanor are finally an official couple along with their other siblings. Dave and Vinny were blessed with a beautiful baby girl named Rose Seville.
What nobody doesn't know, except for Vinny, is that her boys and the Chipettes come from specific roots. It all started April 10, 8:30 pm, four days from the Chipmunks' birthday. This is where the story begins.
Through The Eyes Of A KillerThe blade of the knife sparkled in the silvery morning light. The sun just peaking over the distant horizon set shadows abound on the dead grass. Winter. Such a horribly gorgeous season. A season that I myself enjoy with a venom. The staving children dead in the streets every morning, frozen to death sometime in the cruel unforgiving night. But being fortunate enough to come form a fairly well off family I sleep inside every night warm and snug. Sighing, I bent to pick grab the wooden handle of the knife and set to work. First the fingers, then the frost-bitten toes. Sawing away at the bones in the arms and legs. Finally with nothing let but a torso and a head I picked up the already decaying body and threw it into the hole. Grabbing the near by shovel I set to work in covering the body in an unmarked grave. It sent violent shivers up my arm. The thought of the body, never being found. The family searching desperately for a sign of their loved one finding not but a ghost of them. TheirThrough The Eyes Of A Killer3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Idoutazas maNos sokan valótlannak, képtelenségnek esetleg sületlenségnek tartják az időutazást, egyes elborult elmék fikciójának. Egyesek megvalósíthatónak tartják csak szükséges hozzá egy fekete lyuk ahol létre jöhet az Einstein-Rosen híd, és így egy féreg járaton keresztül elméletileg képesek lennénk utazni a térben és időben.Idoutazas ma6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Az a baj, hogy egy ilyen féregjárat nem mindig van kéznél, ezét az elmélet továbbra is elmélet maradt. Ennek ellenére lelkesen folynak a különböző próbálkozások időgépek építésére. A legígéretesebb kísérlet az volt, amikor a bátor időutazó belépett egy szekrénybe (továbbiakban időgép) majd kilépve 5 perccel később találta mag
Silence in the house of wolvesFor once in this vast timeline, the halls of the dead were silent, corpses no longer moving, stirring, or otherwise screaming their hollow lungs out. The brass corridors stretched into infinity as bronze spiders dropped, dipped, dived and weaved their ways through the extruding bolts and spires, casting their glistening lines to catch whatever foul came that way. Footsteps echoed down that forgotten path.Silence in the house of wolves3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Respirator glinting in the faint blue light, his battered and broken duster shook and twisted as he ran, gun frame shaking, breathing heavily through the mouthpiece and crushing debris underfoot, a leviathan was tailing him, a fabled machine from the centre of the Zone, one of the servants, it's poisonous glare was hunting him down, accuracy of a legendary marksman and the speed of a bullet. It shot through the corridor, tearing it's spindly, metal talons across the walls, leaping through doorways and shattering the steel walls, it's black blood was streaming for it's first kill in ov