Sound of SilenceAs all sounds fade,Sound of Silence7 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.
for the martyr of today.When a soul defies its own decay,for the martyr of today.7 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?
expanding circleI.expanding circle6 years ago in Open More Like This
from the singularity,
born the quantum tsunami.
never ending waves persist
in the expanding circle of evolution.
in everything, in everyone,
it was i. now, it is us.
it overtakes our attention,
to surge forward with intention.
to the tipping point,
to the sea change,
as virally we learn,
the circle grows.
and resolve more confidence.
at long last our progress.
to guide final ocean swells.
life by peaceful waters.
we shall know,
in calm or storm,
if we... are soon enough.
llp - oct'09 - 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
some have it backwardthere's nothing snugsome have it backward5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
quite the opposite.
if we are going to live,
they must not do your evil.
llp - jan2011 - dA
WatchingI was never afraid of the dark. No, I knew in my own way that it was what the darkness held that was worth fearing.Watching4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
But what if it was the dark that I could feel watching me? Not the creatures unknown reaching out clawed hands to tear and rend but the darkness already stroking with velvet fingers?
They say that you are bathed in light and swallowed by darkness, enveloped or consumed.
Light is a fleeting thing, a touch and it's gone. Darkness on the other hand stays with you, engrained deep in your soul; so much that being bathed in light again and again may not remove the deep stain.
But stains of course add character, life lived, meaning to what is done
Mebius-A248 BioMebius-A248 Bio4 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,
RainThe lawn is a carpet of green, drops of water glisten as reminders of continuing rain. Puddles ripple and shimmer under the heaven sent onslaught; while a breeze flings the rain through the sky.Rain6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
A rumble rents the air, the vibrations echoing through my chest as my dog pricks attentive ears.
It stops and the whisper of rain on leaves returns, punctuated by the sound of a dripping pipe, loud and harsh against the soft rustle.
A flash of light captures my downturned eyes and I begin to count: One, two, three... on eight the thunder rolls through; shuddering the sky as I listen. The storm is getting closer.
As if on queue the drops of rain get bigger and the wind is colder, thrashing the tops of trees as it whips past.
The world outside the veranda is covered in a grey sheen, the rain drawing a curtain over the bushland as it cleanses.
Another flash of lightning, another crash of thunder and I smile, safe and secure from the raging weather I adore.
I love the rain, even a grey overcast day
JapanXTaiwan: FireworksJapanXTaiwan: Fireworks4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Japan X Taiwan
Kiku X Mei
Kiku waited for Mei to arrive at his house.
"Kiku!" Mei called out. "I'm here!"
She ran to him and immediately hugged him. He hadn't expected that.
Kiku could feel his pulse quicken.
"Mei, could you please let go. I feel a little bit uncomfortable."
"Only if you tell me how to say brother in Japanese!"
"I already told you, you just forgot. You seem to forget all of the Japanese that I teach you. Now if you could let go, I can't breathe."
"What is it? Remind me."
Mei let go and giggled happily. Kiku smiled at her.
She had a talent for talking him out of his comfort zone.
She always made being together enjoyable and exciting.
Sometimes she was passionate. Sometimes she encouraged him to be brave and daring.
Maybe that's why Kiku fell for her.
He knew it, but he didn't want to ruin what they had together right now.
"Please don't call me that." Kiku didn't like the way the mood felt now. He especially didn't like being called her brother.
Parasitic: meetingHe was standing near the edge of a cliff, staring forth while lifting his arms and his hands gripping the fabric of his hood. It was damp due to the fact that it had been raining, the weight upon his person heavier than before seeing as the cloth was dense before and now it was worse.Parasitic: meeting4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Though he took a step toward the edge, wondering how he got there. What the purpose was of doing this, looking out at the vast amount of water displayed before him. The rain obscured his vision while he cocked his head back at the sound of thunder.
What am I doing...? crossed his mind, pondering why and how he got to this point in the first place.
It all started with a simple, vital, mistake. Then his rank was stripped from him, needing to assassinate certain Templar leaders whom spoke, worded riddles that clouded and haunted his mind, soon hearing that his mentor was one of his enemies. He did not want to believe it, he wished he could have plainly ignored it and not have confronted him.
Battle CryAnd it was said that when he roared his battle cry, the very sky above them felt like it was going to shatter, the men below it where shaken to their very cores, knees weak and eyes glazed. It wasn't the vicious or bloodthirsty it was the passion. Those listening to his howl knew that they would die, and by his hand. It was as simple and terrifying as that.Battle Cry5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Stories began to circulate, some said that his family had been killed in a fire and he, unable to reach them had to listen to their screams. It was this horror, this insanity that made him completely invulnerable. Others said that he had murdered them in a maddened state. Or he had no family, human at least. Wolves, panthers and bears where some of the surrogate family possibilities.
Gods and demigods were said to fuel his righteous anger, sent to earth to smite their enemies and convert those remaining. Created from the blood of a god spilt on newly forged steel. Or born of a mortal woman and a foreign, pagan god.
None of them cons
Magnetism - ProtoCreed fanficMagnetism - ProtoCreed fanfic4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ezio/Leonardo, and more in the future
Chapter one: Transfers and Trouble.
He was always there on his own, in the very back of the class, as far away from people as possible, he never spoke to anyone unless it was a teacher, he never interacted with anyone, never trusted anyone and everyone was scared of him. The male always wore a hoodie on top of a leather jacket which probably helped with the almost menacing aura he gave out; he could feel their fear of the student in the class roll off his fellow classmates in waves; it had been like that since he had first come to New York, since he had first come to this school, the unspoken rule was clear.
Stay away from Alex Mercer.
Altair remembered yesterday when he'd first arrived at Abstergo college "Alright! Silence you novices!" Malik growled as he slammed a ruler onto the desk with his one arm in order to silence his home-room class; usually he'd do roll call an
FirstFirst4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Author's note: This edition is obsolete and has been removed. Read it in its current FimFiction.net version, linked here: First, on FimFiction.
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.
AlexDes: I'll love you foreverAlex walked into the park, with a heavy heart, but his mind calm. "Hey! Mister its you again!" said the young boy running up with a small bird on his hand.AlexDes: I'll love you forever4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Alex kneeled down to see the young boy's face; it was funny how much he looked like a mix between Desmond and himself. "Hey kid, wanna go for a walk?" he asked.
The young boy gave a small smile and nodded. "How's that person?" he asked.
Alex didn't say anything, he's in a better place."
The boy frowned sadly but then smiled. "I'm happy though now. Mommy now has a friend with her."
Alex smiled and pulled the kid up and onto his back. "I like you kid."
"I remember this so clearly. I thought it was unfair and sad, and felt like it was his fault. But it was really mine and I miss him "
2 Weeks Ago
Alex Mercer stepped into the hospital room as a man with brown eyes and white hair. Desmond glanced over from his bedside and smiled. "Its funny how much you look like an older version of me when you do that " Desmond said
at a losshave you, like i,at a loss6 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 given lifefingers,a given life5 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
whisperedillumination dimmed,whispered5 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
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
Touching MusicOh, odes toTouching Music2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
grooves on vinyl.
Fingers pinched winding
teeth, smoothing tape.
smudging out prints.
Colony Report: HOMUNCULUSOFFICE OF NAVAL INTELLIGENCE SECTION ONE COLONY EVALUATIONSColony Report: HOMUNCULUS1 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
COLONY PROFILE: HOMUNCULUS
COLONY PRIORITY: ALPHA
REPORT COMPILED BY LT. COMMANDER "RIP"
Upon deployment orders for further information on this world and its inhabitants by Naval Intelligence, the following report will be focusing on gathered details of Forerunner Shield World 0617, more commonly known today as Homunculus. Since the end of the war, Homunculus has become one of the major "melting pot" colonies, with one-third of the resident population being made up of alien species formally part of the Covenant; around the time of the war's official end in March of 2553, the human forces of Homunculus and the previously-invading Covenant forces, largely Sangheili, came to terms and negotiated peace between the races to merge all species under one roof, so to speak, and help rebuild the world they fought over. By 2558, Homunculus is now not only one of the tops ship manufacturing centers following the war, but also a major trea
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288Vanguard, Chapter 1: Duncan2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
Intelligent DiscussionThere was only one seat left in the bar. Richard slid into it without a second thought, without even glancing at either of his neighbors…until he heard the one on his right call for the bartender at the same time as him. Then they both looked.Intelligent Discussion5 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The patrons immediately around them hushed. Over by the door, the bouncer looked quietly attentive.
“Is there a problem, gentlemen?” the bartender asked, a clear warning in her tone. Richard gave his neighbor another side-long glance, saw his own narrow-eyed, wary expression reflected back at him, and offered the first tentative flag-wave of a truce.
“No. I’m here for a vacation.”
“…me, too,” said the other, and since there were still no other empty seats to be had, they settled back into their adjacent stools and did their best to ignore each other as the rest of the bar relaxed around them.
Unfortunately, ignoring your arch-nemesis, an arch-nemesis apparently on vacation i
The Pit Fiend of the NessusGrayson poised himself proudly at the far corner of the circular arena. Pits of lava lined the exterior and the painful harrowing of demons fed through the many corridors leading into the battleground from where he stood. Across from him, his malice-driven, snake-bodied opponent slithered back and forth, eyeing him with those glittering, otherworldly eyes. Even under her soulless gaze, Grayson knew that even mariliths bled; even mariliths could be killed.The Pit Fiend of the Nessus11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her six arms hoisted an array of serrated, demonic weapons which vied to cleave, bludgeon, and gut him limb from limb. Her sinuously long and armored snake-like tail slid rather elegantly along the blood stained metal arena floor. Grayson patted himself down, a habitual examination he did before every fight. His obsidian-red plate armor moved with unmatched balance and grace. He smiled to himself, knowing he wasn't sacrificing protection for the sake of agility unlike his rival.
To the side of both combatants sat a mighty throne