Mebius-A248 BioMebius-A248 Bio3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Spartan Tag: A248
Homeworld: New Jerusalem
Birth Date: October 13, 2524
Blood Type: B
Weight: 189 lbs
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Brown
-Affiliation and Military Information-
Affiliation: UNSC Navy
Specialty: Assault, CQC, Electronic Warfare
Born in October 13, 2524, Mebius lived with her father on the colony world of New Jerusalem. Having lost her mother in childbirth, her grief stricken father decided that it would be for the best to start over on a new colony. Sometime in 2531, when the Human-Covenant war had been going on for some years. He and Mebius took a transport ship that departed New Jerusalem, however when they exited slipspace near the Procyon system, their shuttle was attacked and boarded by covenant forces, they began to slaughter any survivors from the initial assault. Her father who was mortally wounded struggled to take her daughter which he loved very dearly to the escape pods,
turtlesoup.it is a tuesday, and i am crying.turtlesoup.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i can hear the rapid pace of the
watch on her left wrist. i am
nestled in her ears with words
to complain about. i ask her,
knowing she will have an answer;
"why does it rain so much?"
"because, you kill all of the spiders
in the basement."
she does know, and i agree. because
the body count is very high. i remember
that i hate her, and retract my
acceptance of her thoughts.
it is monday, and i am erratic.
i can hear the shower as she squeezes
all the water from her hair. i am
curled to the corner of the couch
and i can hear the shower turn off.
she asks me, knowing i will have no
"why did you drink all of my coffee?"
she rolls her eyes, and finally states
that she wishes i wouldn't use
her snow-man mug. it is her favorite.
it is sunday, and i am smiling. i
can hear two brothers and two sisters
in the front yard. i am standing on a
chair in the kitchen, examining the
top of the cupboards. she asks me,
knowing i will have a plausible a
whisperedillumination dimmed,whispered4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
yet lit as if twilight -
enough to see deep within her eyes,
deep to warmth of soul,
deep to inspiration,
for words to well up,
along side her lips he whispers,
and past her ear,
along her neck,
to where connects with shoulder.
her essense he inhales,
to exhale his words of love,
his gaze arises again
to dwell within her eyes.
so sincere from his soul,
he tells her of his feelings,
in fervent whispers.
he places his palm along her cheek;
leans to lightly kiss forehead, eyes, nose.
then, he takes one finger,
places it beneath her chin,
lifts with care, to bring her lips to his.
he kisses those trembling lips,
so carefully, so gently,
she's unsure there was a kiss.
she wants that kiss so much;
she reaches out in need,
pulls him to her kisses,
for one, two, a third,
a kiss so long and hard,
the kind with aching throat,
with yearning b
A book without a coverA book without a cover,A book without a cover6 years ago in Open More Like This
Lies shivering beneath the sky,
The words bleeding and fading
Amongst an author's soft cry.
A rose without its petals,
Sways sadly in the breeze,
Taking a deep last breath,
And dies in the freeze.
A person without a face,
With no identity or soul,
Stands alone in the crowd,
Following the general flow.
A life without meaning,
Or love or aim or hope,
Sits upon the stone, staring,
Begging for the rope.
new abortion.We are fighters;new abortion.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the ones who breathe on
nothing more than a few
good lies and a vial of
poison and sugar.
We are surrealists;
conspiring against the truth,
grabbing for dreams that
dont exist and monday
mornings of rest.
We are survivors;
the only generation to
have suffered extortion,
with each clutch we gain
on sanity, comes another
RegenerationRegeneration3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You look up, your eyes falling on the solid form of a human body nearby, the voice issuing from it soft and earnest. "It is just like regenerating."
You look down, figiting as the artificial lights blink past you, the empty bus taking you back to what is supposed to be home. "How did you know?" You ask, not meeting his eyes.
"I know the look. The feeling of- loss. The aprehension of what's ahead. An entire new world to explore- like starting over."
You hear a soft rustle of clothing as he moves from where he's sitting across the bus to sit next to you, waiting patiently until you are ready to talk. You've given up on guessing how he gets around so well, after all, he didn't park the TARDIS on the bus, and you just accept his presence, grateful that you and the lonely bus driver aren't the only ones out in the middle of the night.
"I thought it would be easier, coming home. And that moving out would be the hard part. But the truth is I don't feel like I belong in either place- n
the summer wishwe drowned in gold and green,the summer wish6 years ago in Other More Like This
exquisit delight of the day.
oceans hold no comparrison,
to the passion we held.
summer dreams we held close.
of forests and water, insects and dresses.
took words from our hearts and glued
them to paper; but,
do summer wishes come true?
at a losshave you, like i,at a loss5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
used up too many words?
has inspiration slipped away,
no verbal thrift
to gift that rainy day?
where look to find
a case to plead,
the field to harvest
this is not selfishness
our souls require release,
crave space to play.
llp - may'10 - dA
a qualification upon durationdeatha qualification upon duration4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
always a wraith
sometime to loom - then bloom
not a black rose
merely what opens
someday shall close
there is a pact
writ upon birth
signed by first breath
to greet with grace
accept with respect
'you are' is not just
'you're not' is a must -
resiliency given thee
some 'times' might seem heavenly
so long it may last - but
let endings be fast...
llp - oct2010 - dA
I am a poet,not a lasting loveI'm a poet.I am a poet,not a lasting love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My life wasn't made for happy romances, and two way love.
It was made for literature that makes your heart hurt
because everyone knows they've gone through the same thing or will.
for the martyr of today.When a soul defies its own decay,for the martyr of today.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
does the surrender of mankind collapse?
Does our innocence relapse, and
our thoughts become of immortality?
When a day as such comes form worldly
sacrifice, is it the same effect as fighting
for it rightfully?
In a time of nothing simple, where the
day seems too long and the night is needed,
are we the puppeteers, or the pawns?
Must we create a path so different by choice,
or must we be pushed, forced, and murdered
just to make that very leap?
Have we made ourselves a legacy of immortal
stories, or have we made ourselves into a
tragedy of murder and chaos?
What, exactly, have we become?
The Master's Silence Chapter 1It was a knock at the door. Four short knocks, so the Doctor instantly knew who it was. However, seeing as the person knocking was supposedly dead, he was rather skeptical of his hypothesis.The Master's Silence Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Opening the door to reveal a tall rather angular man, with light red hair and dark clothes, a pair of headphones hung around his neck. His latest look was rather a step up from his old ripped and stained red tee-shirt and black sweatshirt. He smiled somewhat weakly at the wide eyed Doctor.
"Hello! Um I'm sorry." He said, obviously not used to even attempting sincere apologies.
"Could you be a bit more specific?" the Doctor asked, knowing he had much to be sorry for.
He looked rather uncomfortable. "Well, for everything really But right now, I feel that I should probably apologize for the Silence."
The Doctor grabbed his shoulder and pulled him inside. The TaRDIS lurched on her own in obvious discomfort, erasing all doubt that the man standing with him was the Master.
Amy came down the s
Find Her, Find River SongFind Her, Find River Song4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Find her. Find River Song."
That was when she knew.
As she was bent over the man she was bred to kill, her task fulfilled, that's when she knew that finding River Song was not going to be a physical search, a physical journey. She saw the earnest sadness in the Doctor's gentle green eyes as he looked into her, pleading. Find her. Find yourself. Find the woman you are, not what they made you to be.
"Tell her something."
Melody was afraid. Not because the Doctor would harm her, or be angry with her, but because she knew that once she heard those words from the Time Lord's lips there would be no more pretending that she and the River Song he loved so much were different people.
Because as long as she was Melody, she didn't care that he struggled to stand, to save his best friends in his last moments. She didn't care that as the seconds marched past they took his life with them. She didn't care that his hearts stuttered and struggled to beat. She didn't care that his lungs were unable to
a given lifefingers,a given life4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
suggesting mild autism,
may sanction a semi solitude,
of here, [alone], with friends.
a weekend with family,
love - intermingling,
the alone - lingering.
in the solitary.
is this nature - mine,
decreed at birth?
perfection of action,
conveyance of nuance,
my drives, alive.
this life, not theirs,
nor yours, yet
our ideas touch,
across distance and time,
and that... is fine.
such is nature - ours,
endowed at birth.
llp - apr2011 - dA
anticipated justice...shuffle and dealanticipated justice...6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
make no appeal
accept the dance.
keep karma strong
deserve the best.
to truth belong
we wish, we try
oh, hand of fate,
be good to us,
be just to us.
llp - jul'09 - dA
Sound of SilenceAs all sounds fade,Sound of Silence6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
each one before last,
and the world seems small,
when the sound is dead.
We rush in our lives,
to get to our destination,
our future pleasure,
and we look not at the time.
And whn the age comes upon us,
we sit back and wonder,
why we wasted all this time,
on the small things of life.
The most gratifying sound is,
the Sound of Silence.
A being of greatness,
which smites the beast of time.
The guns will cease,
the cars will die,
the bombs will stop,
as the Silence reigns supreme.
I Missed You (Tokyo Ghoul) Kaneki x ReaderI Missed You (Tokyo Ghoul) Kaneki x Reader5 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
The ~Before I begin, let me make myself clear. I watched the anime and read some of the manga. Don't judge!
P.S I don't own the any of the photos used. All credit goes to original creators.
P.P.S. Reader~Chan has some separation issues
"Excuse me! Have you-"
"Sir, have you seen this guy?!"
"Erm, ma'm have you by chance seen this guy?"
"Oh, sorry, no"
No...No...No. That word rang in you head multiple times. Every one you asked were either to mean or just to bitchy to even think about if they saw him or not. "Where are you Kaneki?!", you thought, tears forming as you walked faster, deeper into the crowds of people.
You looked day and night for your boyfriend Kaneki. You barely slept a wink searching for him. "Kaneki", you thought, letting a tear roll down your cheek.
Crossed Times 4 EscapeCrossed Times 4 Escape4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 4 Escape
Days passed and turned into weeks, and Altair still found modern day life in the 21st century to be quite overwhelming; staying in Alex and Dana's apartment would still take a while for him to fully adjust to and get comfortable with modern day life. The first step was to, naturally get more comfortable with the language, while he had managed to hold up a conversation, Altair's English still had a long way to go, what was worse is Altiar couldn't read a single thing in English either.
"You can't read?" Dana had asked the third day Altair had been living there; she had noticed he; had been struggling to read words on the food and always asked what things where; which Alex found to be irritating as hell and tended to disappear for hours on end leaving Dana to deal with the confused Arabian assassin, eventually he admitted (and this was a hard thing for him to admit; after all he was meant to be an intelligent assassin, it was hard f
Crossed Times 7 - ContactCrossed Times 7 - Contact4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 7 - Contact
Altiar sighed as he tossed and turned around in his bed for the fifth time tonight; no matter what he wanted, it seemed his restless mind would not allow him to sleep. Sighing softly the Arabian male slid out of bed; he was wearing practically nothing but the assassin didn't seem to mind; the curtains were drawn and it was dark in the room you could barely see the outline of the furniture the only light coming from the glow of the digital clock next to his bed told him it was 4:45am.
Altiar frowned a bit and started to pace around in his room; what was he going to do? There was no way he could face Alex, he wouldn't be able to look the man in the eye! Hell he could barely look at Dana right now without knowing that her brother was watching his every move; if he didn't know any better he'd say Alex's paranoia was rubbing off on him.
Ever since Alex kissed him he had been avoiding the other, and for good reason! He didn't know why
Crossed times 13-Calm before..Crossed times 13-Calm before..3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 13 Calm before the storm.
"You should have stayed with the target! Because of this the assassin is now gone and Abstergo expect us to pick up the pieces!" Randell yelled at Cross from across his large desk, Cross himself didn't so much as flinch at the others rage, he stood there like he was made of stone strong and resolute.
"I have no excuses sir, once the assassin was within the compound and they strapped him to that machine, I figured they didn't need me any further I should have known better, that the assassin would escape and that Zeus would come after him" Cross said softly as he watched the General pace back and forth in agitation "What do we do now?"
"I don't know" Randell said sounding exasperated as he fell into his large chair with a sigh "According to the reports, Altair didn't have what Abstergo wanted and their other escapee Desmond Miles is now missing, we know he's within the city but other than that we have no clues... we have to suspect that Zeus
The Doctor and You 2The Doctor and You 25 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You are cramped, too warm, blind, and it feels like your heart will never slow down. It's been in your throat for as long as you can remember, and you are sure they can hear you.
They are everywhere. And the one alien you need right then is nowhere to be seen.
Another one goes gliding silently by you, and despite the heat, you feel an aching cold pass through your stomach and you curl up even tighter, trying to disappear.
Where could he be? He promised to keep you safe. "I would take a bullet for you." He had said, holding your hand to his chest. "I really would. Both hearts. You're going to be fine. I'm going to get you out of here."
That's what he said before they dragged him away. And you would be worried about him, except the creatures have been whispering, and panicking about an escaped prisoner, and you can still understand them. So he is alive. Free. Conscious. Alright.
So why hasn't he come for you already?
And why haven't they found you yet? It's not like y
The Master Chief Facts 2- When Master Chief's X-Box 360 got the Red Ring of Death. He points a gun at it and says: 'You better not... or else.'; Immediately, his console fixed itself and is good as new.The Master Chief Facts 27 years ago in Humor More Like This
- After fixing his 360. This is how Microsoft fixes all broken 360's.
- The Halo 3 Multiplayer Beta crashed because Master Chief is too good a player.
- Originally, Microsoft wasn't going to extend the warranty. Master Chief 'convinced' them to do so.
- No matter how big the Prince of the Cosmos makes it, Master Chief cannot be rolled up by a katamari.
- Master Chief actually died in the dropship crash in the first Halo game. It's just that the clouds of heaven can't support his weight.
- It's been scientifically proven that hating Master Chief and the Halo series causes fatal accidents. THere has never been a survivor.
- Master Chief's blood was used to make a retail beverage, that beverage is Mountain Dew Game Fuel
- The Legendary Edition replica helmets are actually from Spartans that Master Chi
The Doctor and You 3The Doctor and You 34 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Knock knock knock.
" are you in there? Ready to go?" comes the Doctor's voice through your bedroom door. "I've found this great new planet- it has no sun! The warmth comes completely from the planet's core, and the entire planet is self-sustaining-- you've got to come on!"
His words make very little sense at first as you roll over, groaning. Your whole body aches, and your head is pounding. You have been sleeping for eight hours and it feels like you ran a marathon.
"can I come in?" Comes the Doctor's voice around the door as his words filter back into your consciousness.
"Yes." You croak, your voice scratchy and throat hurting.
His head pokes around the door and his vibrant expression immediately falls. He comes over to your bed and sits next to you, smoothing his cool hand across your brow.
"Are you alright?" He asks, brow furrowed in concern.
You shake your head. "I don't feel well." You mumble, enjoying his cooler body temperature as his fingers trace across your f