Her FirstIt had been easy, really, to poison the bottle of mead sitting on the table. Nobody noticed the young Khajiit girl slipping into the Inn, darting between crowds of rowdy Nords singing songs of those who had conquered their foes. She had spotted her target after a few moments of scanning the crowd and approached him with ease.Her First8 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Mya had been watching him for several days now and knew his routine. Every evening he came to the same Inn to drink himself stupid and pass out at his usual table in the corner. And every time he’d passed out he had left a half-finished bottle of mead on the table, which he would drink the minute he stirred from his drunken sleep. After finishing off the bottle, he’d stagger off home.
But not tonight.
Mya reached his table and sure enough he was out for the count. Smirking to herself she grabbed the bottle and took a sniff, pulling a face at the stench of alcohol. Satisfied, she pulled a small red vial from a pouch at her waist and poured it in with th
Cicero Tribute: On the HuntAnd if I spy a sitting manCicero Tribute: On the Hunt2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'll strike him down
Before he stands
And if I spy a cunning thief
I'll slit his tongue
Before he speaks
And if I spy an eccentric priest
I'll pierce his throat
Before he screams
And if I spy a conjuring mage
I'll expel their familiar
Before it's raised
And if I spy a sweeping maid
I'll steal her sweetroll
Before it's glazed
Bron's perfect gift"I am an apprentice wizard, not a pack mule!!!" said Marcurio, angry, as his leader carelessly dropped just another embalming tool and two linen wraps in his bag – pretty much all that could be found in that desolated crypt, but why the hell did they need to take them all?!Bron's perfect gift2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bron had heard it so many times that, practically immune to the sentence, he walked out with a satisfied smile and stretched in the sunlight, of course not even waiting for his follower to drag his sack full of garbage – pardon me, precious loot – out before mounting his horse, ready to head back to Riften.
"Why are we… nngh… taking all this… wait for me!" Marcurio was even more angry knowing that gems and gold were not too heavy for Bron, as he always stored them jealously on his own person.
Bron kept on riding, but not taking the straight route; he had accumulated an impressive amount of garb- loot, yet he still wasn't sure any of it would be of use in his next, very personal quest. Maybe raiding som
Didn't mean to scare you, oops(Requested by Dekler :3)Didn't mean to scare you, oops3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She opened her eyes, and saw that the Enderman had backed away slightly, and was now holding out a hand to help her up. The blond stared. What... Why on earth? In utter confusion, she grabbed it's hand and let out a yelp as it hoisted her to her feet with ease and held out the diamond block she'd abandoned when she'd run away. But why? Fleet tilted her head and took the block, looking into the Enderman's eyes. It stared back and seemed to quiver a little, but it could still move. Why? Just... Why?
The answer was because it liked those big bright blue eyes, and the shiny hair. The Enderman wondered whether or not the hair was soft. Fleet didn't understand why it was staring at her hair... Did it want to pet her or someth- Her question was answered as it raised it's hand to her head and ran it through her short hair. It sent a small shock through her, jolting her body. It was indeed soft, and the Enderman could detect a
Lost and Found"Tell me again where we're going, lass?"Lost and Found2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Mrrsizha chuckled. "I never told you in the first place, Brynjolf." He grunted irritably in response and she shot him a grin over her shoulder. "You'll see."
He exhaled softly, an exasperated not-quite-sigh, but didn't push, and for that Mrrsizha was grateful. She hadn't told Brynjolf their destination for a reason: she didn't think he'd be very happy about it.
The Khajiit's ears perked as they rounded the cliff and she stopped short, holding up a hand. Brynjolf made a questioning sound, stopping just behind her. "Lass?"
"The lantern." Mrrsizha didn't carry a lantern--she didn't need one, even in the blackest of nights--but Brynjolf did, lacking her feline night-vision. Oh, he could see well enough in the dark--any thief worth their salt could--but he preferred not to impair his vision in the wilds, if he could help it. It was all too easy for Skyrim's wildlife to sneak up on you in the dark.
He didn't answer her, but after a moment the light fr
From an Insecure GirlfriendI'm sorry for the excess of apologiesFrom an Insecure Girlfriend3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And for all the thoughts that I've indulged
For dealing with the summer full of insecurities
That I only half-divulged
It's not easy living as an irrational being
That's motivated by her fear
But I could stand the poison I feed myself
If it stayed out of your atmosphere
I'm just a little lost, and a little dazed
At having someone that finds me fit
I've never had something this remarkable before
But I doubt I could have held on to it
And though I continue to learn and grow
To the shadow of the girl you deserve
There's still that something deep within
Controlled by assumptions both grand and absurd
And if I seem afraid of losing you
It's not that I don't believe your words
It's because I don't trust myself to keep you,
As is the way with cowards
But even though I'm a living mess,
A bundle of chaos upon your life,
That doesn't change that as long as I'm yours
You will make me feel alright
I know you say you're nothing amazing
Well, darling, neither am
A Very Skyrim ChristmasT'was the night before Christmas, and all through Whiterun,A Very Skyrim Christmas2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not a living thing was outside,
Except the guards, and Whiterun's local bum
Jarl Balgruuf was in bed, a bed fit for the Lord,
In hopes that St. Nick would bring him a Sword;
In the small house known as Breezehome, Lydia did slumber,
Wishing that for Christmas she would get a Sword of Thunder;
And Archer set out some milk and a sweet roll,
Preparing for the arrival of Santa, so he wouldn't get coal;
He had no idea what this man looked like,
But he hoped that he'd visit, possibly this night
He yawned tiredly, and then scratched his head,
Before going upstairs to sleep in his bed.
In the morning, he hoped, he would have some nice presents…
Well, after all, he'd been kind to the peasants,
When suddenly, in the living room, Archer did hear,
A large man was present… when did he appear?
With a focus, then a cast, Archer was see-through,
So he could sneak behind a chair, and see what the man would do.
He wore a large red
Red, Yellow, BlueArtists thrive in color,Red, Yellow, Blue3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Any color in the spectrum;
All the colors they need to paint their dreams
Artists illuminate a dark world
So many sad people;
So many broken people.
A brush and paint;
Pen and paper;
Lyrics and melodies
They all heal
The dark is driven out of every crevice
Art heals the broken.
Sometimes dark wins the battle
A brush is put down and left to rot
Paper goes unused and yellows
People forget how to sing
It's darkest before the light comes
First there's no hope
Then inspiration fills them.
They remember what they love most.
Love, like art, illuminates
And even the darkest hour ends
At that very moment.
EndermanAs the young blond traced small details onto her map, she wiped a bit of sweat from her brow. For early fall, it sure was hot... Or perhaps that was just the heat of the furnace getting to her? Sighing, Fleet dropped her quill and stood up, dragging her hand through her short, fluffy hair. The day had been long, and the evidence of this was all over her body- Dirty clothes, a small smudge of coal dust on her left cheek... Not to mention the fact that her hands were stained with ink. But all the dirt, all of that dust had been worth it. It was always worth it. Sitting back down again, she didn't even notice the sun setting as she her mind floated in the lala land that most refer to as reverie. Nor did she notice the tall shadow striding towards her house, a diamond block in hand.Enderman3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No, Fleet was far too lost in her thoughts to even realize that she'd left the door open. Too busy thinking about how she dove down into that cave everyday, and always hauled back such a huge load. Today was th
Your heart's a black holeYour heart is like a black hole,Your heart's a black hole4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sucking everything in sight.
Everything is your own demise,
But still you ignore my plight.
I try to dig deeper into your heart and mind,
But I can't even see the light.
Your heart is just like a black hole,
Sucking everything in sight.
black holes and maps.i will pretendblack holes and maps.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i do not fall asleep
thinking of you
if you pretend
not to know.
i wish i knew
how to tell you
exactly how i feel about
you're a black hole
and you pull me in
and all i can do
is try not to lose myself
please do not confuse
for him with
we are not a
rollercoaster, so please
stop saying this relationship
[haven't you heard that
rollercoasters have ups
as well as
x marks the spot,
this is a map,
and if you follow it
you'll find my heart.
you don't really care
enough to look.]
Secret AdmirerYour infinite glowSecret Admirer9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Illuminates the room
My heart skips a beat
I stop mid sentence
Just to catch my breath
You walk right past me
Like you do every day
Never acknowledging my existence
I'm in pure ecstasy as your hand brushes past mine
I want to grab on and never let go
But for now, I'll just admire from afar
The Last Drop of BloodThe Last Drop of Blood2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Last Drop of Blood
Written by michael.m
On Thursday, March 1st 2012 09:50 AM
So long we wait for this moment ;
Matters not how hard we hit and fail each another
About holding the arch in our hands
To Love the Enemy'Arcee...'To Love the Enemy3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Arcee opened her optics to see a dark silhouette hovering over her. The only light source came from the light blue optics peering down at her. She squinted a little, the blurry figure starting to become more clear, even if it was still a shadow. She recognized the two horn-like ornaments on top of its head, and the blue optics held a certain familiarity about them that made her almost instantly remember who it was.
She smiled at her old friend and reached out to place a servo on his faceplates. As soon as she touched him though, an icy cold jolted through her systems, making her pull back and shiver violently. Her smile dropped completely when she saw the shining blue optics turn light purple, as did the rest of the cracks and crevices in his frame. He leaned down closer to her and she saw the monster dark energon had turned her friend into.
No, he was not a friend anymore. A sparkless corpse was all he was. A sparkless corpse who was currently p
Out To Seabury my body beneath the sandOut To Sea1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and let the ocean wash over me.
allow the waves to unearth my body,
and carry me out to sea.
with the ocean i will dance,
and at peace i shall always be.
Sweet Strawberry ch. 5Sweet Strawberry ch. 53 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sweet Strawberry ch. 5
"What?! Why not?"
"Because school is boring and it would take away my free time."
"Please just think about it."
" ok, I will think about it later. Now are you done with your work so we can go shopping or do you still have work to do?"
"I'm done. Anyway can you walk? It's been a few hours since you wake up."
"Yes, I can."
"Ok, then let's go shopping." Good thing he can walk. It would be kind of hard to carry him around the shops.
We went in many different shops. In game shops we bought many videogames. Then there were many shops that have a lot of nice clothes. Amaimon got angry with me, because I always told him to try some clothes I found. I couldn't help myself. I just wanted to see how cute he was in those clothes on. We went to shop for food too.
Somewhere between our shopping I slipped away and went to a cosplay-costume shop. There I bought a really nice maid costume, a school girl costume and a really nice ja
Ballad of the Grey FoxAs we were out patrollingBallad of the Grey Fox2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
One evening in the spring
Both Guards and horses patrolling well
Made the streets and houses ring
But to our great misfortune
No thief there could be found
Our guardsmen cursed and patrolled, but, still
No thief roamed over the streets
And up spoke our master captain
The master of the guard
"If only the Grey Fox come by
We'd get such a raise"
And up there sprung like lighting
A thief from out of his hole
His cowl was the color of a strom-full sky
And his eyes like frozen lakes
And they chased him over the Arena
And they chased him over the Temple
And they chased him down to the Waterfront
But never would he yield
And he jumped in a puff of smoke
And he appeared on the other-side
And he laughed so loud
The whole town shook
And he turned to the guardsmen
And he cried
"Guard on, my fearless Guardsmen
I sure will steal again
For you should never be on rest
When things are missing all around
And when you're lazy at work
Gold will disappear
And you can be sure that
Cicero Tribute: Madness is MerryMadness is merryCicero Tribute: Madness is Merry2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The merry man's fight
To hold on to sanity
Lost in the night
The silence so empty
Held smothering tight
Even blind eyes could see
There's no end in sight
His family gone
When things had felt right
Hunted and burned
In flames so bright
Their acceptance a memory
Seeming so faint
When consumed by the jester
Who's laughter did taint
No one to hold him
No one who speaks
No one to tell him
The words that he seeks
Praying for a whisper
To end his heart's strife
The echoing laughter
Creeps into his life