Secret Saturdays - Exotic Entree Pt IA series of torches mounted on walls of stone set aflame and bring light into a crypt of dark. Instrumental tunes chant out both bizarre and goth as a title fades in reading "Weird World". As the title fades out, a sudden eye blinding spark of light unleashes a blow of thick smoke. An incredibly pale figure, wearing a robe of grayish azure, stands out calmly from the vaporizing smolder and looks dead straight into the center with his sharp eyes of flax.Secret Saturdays - Exotic Entree Pt I3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Greetings and Bienvenue! I am your gracious host, V.V. Argost!", he presents himself.
"Are you sitting comfortably in your seats my dear Weird World watchers?"
Moving back gradually lies Zak Saturday within the soft confines of the living room sofa.
"Good. And are you loyal to senseless violence and gore?", Argost asks.
Zak watches V.V. Argost's Weird World on the big screen, as he enjoys the soft beverage in his hand.
"Even better", Argost smirks. "For tonight..."
Secret Saturdays - Exotic Entree Pt II"You're not seriously leaving us with a babysitter, are you???", Zak Saturday whines.Secret Saturdays - Exotic Entree Pt II2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The young Saturday and Gorilla-Cat follow Doc all the way through the hallway of the south-west wing of Saturday HQ and into the elevator. With the press of a button, the elevator starts taking the three Saturdays down to the hanger deck where Drew Saturday is waiting for them. Through one of the windows, Fiskerton catches a glimpse of the open ocean over the cliffs reflecting the moon's descending lights just before the elevator had taken the Saturdays below ground.
"Don't even try to argue out of this one Zak", the eldest Saturday challenges.
"For once, your mother and I want to have an anniversary where we don't have to worry about what will happen to the place while we're gone."
"But why a babysitter???", Zak continues.
"Think about it, it actually has the word baby in it!"
"Do you remember what happened the last time we left the two of you alone?"
The young Saturday an
Garrus ReflectsMy investigation into Saren included access to the personnel files of the entire Normandy crew, but even without reading her dossier I would have known who Shepard was the moment she walked into the Presidium. She was one of those rare individuals who wear authority like a second skin. It showed in the way she was aware of everything around her while at the same time focusing on her goal. In the way her squad followed behind her, falling naturally into their support roles. You respected her not because of her rank or because some regulation said you had to, but because the indefinable energy she radiated gave you no choice but to believe in her. And I soon came to learn first-hand the power of that silent synergy she formed with everyone around her.Garrus Reflects3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Now, sitting in her cabin, watching her sleep, I think back to those early days. All the things they said about me were true. I was idealistic, hot-headed, impulsive, definitely a shoot first ask questions later kind of guy. I hated injusti
Choices of the Heart: Garrus vs KaidanEntry 1Choices of the Heart: Garrus vs Kaidan3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The Normandy. Walking her decks for the first time two years ago sent chills up my spine. Good chills. Like the kind you get when you meet someone and know immediately that sooner or later you'll wake up in the same bed. Like the kind I got the first time I met Kaidan Alenko. Only with the Normandy, I knew it was love. With Kaidan, well, it's been two years.
You've asked me more than once to write down my memories, Miranda. Search for gaps. Not that I'd tell you if I found any. If you thought the project you poured yourself into for so long had turned out anything less than perfect, I've no doubt you'd take it as a personal affront. Might even try to go back in and correct the flaw.
Okay, bad joke. We may have gotten off to a shaky start but I've come to realize you care about things more deeply than you'll ever admit. And you helped save Garrus. So I owe you. And so I'll write.
Garrus. Now that brings back memories. The first time I saw him sta
A Shadowed Heart - Chapter 1Darkness. A void so absolute it was alive, its tortured heartbeat measured by the slow erratic splash of water echoing in the distance. Somewhere lost within its bowels a hand reached out in question, but finding only rough, damp stone, it jerked quickly away before tentatively reaching out again. Cautiously a woman slowly pulled herself up but the darkness was so all-encompassing that for a moment there was a feeling of vertigo as her senses struggled to find a reference point.A Shadowed Heart - Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She didn't know where she was or why she was there. But even as the questions formed, thought gave way to instinct and survival demanded she move. With one hand on the wall she inched her way toward the echoing water, her bare feet feeling out each hesitant step. In places the passage was so narrow the stones tore at her threadbare shift, but she pushed her way through and pressed on.
Thoughts, disorganized and scattered, swirled through her mind until one rose up to tear a scream from her throat. A name. What
Mala flickaPatrzaj! Jaka tam mała flicka*,Mala flicka4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Co właśnie do kątka umyka
I tylko do piersi przytyka
Odzienie ma, jak widzisz, proste:
Biała bluzka, spódnica do kostek,
I tylko zdobiony ma mostek
Jej oczy - niczym dwa szklane lustra.
Jest sina, z zimna ciężko jej ustać,
Do tego zaszyte ma usta
*szw. flicka - dziewczyna
Fear NOT! Fear not, for I am with you;Fear NOT!3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Be not dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you,
Yes, I will help you,
I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.
New King James Version (NKJV)
Frankie - Chapter 1An erratic breeze blew the leather duster away from his legs before snapping it back again as Garon stood surveying the ally below from his vantage point at the roof's edge. Demons. A Wyvern leading six Brutes, huge manlike creatures capable of throwing a car as easily as most men threw a baseball. Apparently his sister was trying to send a message.Frankie - Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Most of them carried blades, but he knew their boar-like tusks were every bit as deadly as their daggers and in a fight they preferred to gore or crush their opponents rather than stab them. Standing among them, the Wyvern with his slight, sinewy frame looked almost childlike, his blue-black hair falling straight and long to his ankles where a sudden light gust caused it to undulate around his legs in an eerie pantomime of Garon's duster.
He toyed with the idea of fighting them with fangs and claws. The battle would be viscerally satisfying but impractical considering how many there were. He had to concede that this time it would be better
I Drew You a PictureMany years ago when I was small,I Drew You a Picture3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I drew a picture.
Mostly of scribles and blobs of color, but I wanted to give it to the Lord.
I was told you do nice things to people you love.
Drawing picture was one of the ways my five year old mind could think of.
Once I was done I had a problem,
how do I get the drawing to heaven?
Couple of crazy ideas came to mind,
Mailing it to his house,
But the mail truck can't fly.
Getting on an airplane and throw it out the window by heaven,
gravity would pull it down to the ground and then he couldn't read it.
Tie a balloon to it and send it up,
what if the balloon missed.
When I got old my ghost would grab it and give it to him,
Ghosts can't grab paper.
I finally got on my knees and prayed,
"I drew you a picture, I hope you can see it."
Halloween MagicHundreds of knocks upon my doorHalloween Magic9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in one night
it drives me insane!
To open and greet
these ugly little faces
each, requesting the same.
A ghost, a goblin,
a fairy, a ghoul
a devil, with horns and a fork;
a little guy in baggy clothes
his face, half covered with cork...
Bag upon bag
loaded with goodies
they rush, from door to door.
the October of the night
to be replaced by more...
vampires, skeletons, trolls...
Noise and more noise
they take their claims
bearing us, their devilish souls...
But looking into
their sweet little faces
do we not really enjoy it?
My fellow adults
as much as we think
by the name of all madness
we'd like to destroy it?
For Halloween comes
but once a year.
And were we not young once, too?
We went through it all
the whole spooky bit,
when jacko-lanterns eyes
seemed to move...
Behind the flicker of a flame
that was touched, by the night
which secretly, left us 'all' in doubt...
No! Not a night that we dread