Mass Effect: PastimeAs the three holograms faded, Frederick resisted the urge to slam his balled fist into the tall plasma screen behind the holoprojectors. The Council had found a way to be displeased again.Mass Effect: Pastime6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was easy for them to say he should have acted this way or that when they were safely ensconced at the heart of the Citadel, light-years from where he was making life-or-death decisions for entire colonies. He didn't have the luxuries of retrospect, mission reports, or endless rainy-day games of "what-if" during those split-second intervals in which he had to make choices.
Feros had been a rotten operation from the very get-go; Frederick knew it, the Council certainly knew it, and everyone on the colony knew it. In fact, if he were in charge of colonial affairs, there would never have even been a Feros colony. Post-industrial in every sense, Feros had little to no natural resources left, meaning everything for the colony had to be imported from some place or another. A colony like that wo
Mass Effect: Commander in ChefCommander in ChefMass Effect: Commander in Chef4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Shist Shepard rolled his left sleeve up once again, thoughts of using duct tape to hold it there running rampant in his subconscious. "Is there a problem, Sergeant Gardener?" he asked casually.
"No," Gardener replied with a shrug. "Not a problem, exactly. I am wondering, however, what you're doing in my kitchen."
Shepard glanced down at the ingredients he'd gathered, frowned, and looked back up at the mess sergeant. "The Normandy's my ship. Technically, this is my kitchen."
"That's not what I meant, sir. Let me rephrase. What are you doing in a kitchen?"
"Cooking," Shepard replied simply with a shrug. "At least, I'm trying to."
"I gathered that," Gardener said with as much patience as he could muster. Shepard's nonchalant, down to earth attitude, while morale-inducing, tended to grate a little when the mess sergeant was stressed. And he certainly became stressed when someone, commanding officer or not, invaded his personal space, his pride and joy: the Normandy
Unconditional loveWill you love me when I no longer have arms to cradle you in?Unconditional love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or when I no longer have lips to kiss you?
When my heart stops beating and my lungs begin to empty
Will you shed a tear for me?
Will you love me when I no longer have eyes to see you with?
Or when I no longer have ears to hear you cry?
When my mouth refuses to utter as single word, and I can't say I love you
Will you still know that I do?
Will you love me on the rainy day when I rest in peace?
Or in the proceeding future where I am no longer there?
Will you move on and find someone else to love?
Will you know that I am content with that?
To Girls Who Love to blame Boys for Your Problems,Dear Girls,To Girls Who Love to blame Boys for Your Problems,11 months ago in Letters More Like This
Please stop playing the victim.
Boys are not always the cause of your problems, chances are, you are. You just refuse to acknowledge it.
The more you blame them, the more bitter and spiteful you will become. Stop destroying yourself from the inside because you cannot take responsibility for the mess you've created.
Stop playing the victim. Get up and do something about it. Crying won't help, nor will hating the opposite sex.
If you're tired of being called a slut because you love breaking hearts, than stop sleeping around. If you're tired of being called a bitch, than stop treating boys like shit. If you're tired of being treated as an object, gain some self-esteem. If you're tired of starving yourself because of a break up, that's your problem. We told you to eat, but you won't listen. You only blame it one him, but who destroyed the relationship in the first place?
Whither away like the twig you are if it makes you feel better.
Problems are problems, they all have solutio
My Guiding Lightning Strike: A mass effect storyShe cursed loudly as she tripped into her small Citadel condo, bags flying into the space in every direction.My Guiding Lightning Strike: A mass effect story3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Ashley Williams prided herself in knowing that she could maintain her balance and grace, even in the direst circumstances. Today however was a different story. She would have never thought that such a menial task would result in her making very close contact with the floor. Hell, she could stay upright when 15 husks were trampling her. She supposed that the long trip back to the citadel from the wretched colony made her especially uncoordinated as well as the recent events that occurred there.
Williams regained her composure and made her way to her bedroom, and kicked off her boots and jacket, eager to get into the plush bed . Once inside the warm covers, she closed her eyes in an attempt to quiet the guilt and hurt that plagued her mind.
Inevitably, her thoughts drifted to that disastrous day. She had hear
To all of the Cowards, Let's help Ourselves ...I'm done being the sad one, done waiting for my prince or princess.To all of the Cowards, Let's help Ourselves ...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm done being like you all, i'm no longer sitting here and waiting for my life to spontanoulsy get better, no longer cutting myself to “release” the pain in a feeble attempt that i'll be seen by someone.
I'm done being the attention whore, and I'm done saying that I’m not. Because I was, i'd cut and complain, join in the dead chorus and mock the life that was given to me, judge it all on one event that happened, yearning to throw it away because things just don't go my way.
I'm done being helpless, I’m done yearning for the dark and yearning for help that will never come.
What good has it done me other than getting the attention I wanted. “Why go on,” “I want to kill myself,” “No body likes me,” I could go on and on about things I said_oh, and “Why am I even Alive?”. I wanted an answer, always wanted an answer. I hoped that someone else would give
Mass Epinephrine EffectIt was a little odd, but he'd never thought having his arm severed would hurt this much. It hurt a lot, in fact; like every muscle fiber in his shoulder being pulled and twisted by an unbelievable force. The pain of it burned through every nerve in his side, not just at his left shoulder, where the break had occurred.Mass Epinephrine Effect5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He felt incredibly cold.
He was bleeding at a fair clip, already close to blacking out. He saw the world around him as a murky, watery blur, figures only distinguishable from one another by the color of their hardsuits. The dark frame directly above him had to be Garrus, but the two smudges carrying his legs were harder to make out. Thinking of anything but the pain and the cold was difficult as his brain sluggishly tried to recall who else had been in the Mako when they made first contact with the enemy.
Crippled by a blast from the Mako's main cannon, a dying geth dropship smashed into the compact vehicle, tearing through armor plating like cardboard and crushing the co
Shining Through ShadowsI peered at the world through rose colored glasses.Shining Through Shadows4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I trusted without reason.
I believed people even though they lie.
Despite all the times people have hurt me,
I kept hoping the next time would be different.
Shadows of past Selves flicker through my mind.
Whispers of shattered hearts creep into my emotions.
My glasses are gone.
The world is terrifying.
I dive inward.
I won't be hurt if I lurk in the labyrinth of my mind.
If I never try to trust,
I won't be tricked.
Why listen to others?
or I'll believe their lies.
It's so hard to stay in the Shadows.
I keep wanting to reach out.
To touch the beauty of Light.
Hope will not die just because I fear.
The Light entices me.
Always, I keep my escape close.
I know I'll believe lies.
I know I will get hurt.
I know I will be betrayed.
I cannot help hoping that things will be better this time around.
Still, the Light beckons.
Maybe the Light will chase away my Shadows.
I will become a Light.
Even with S
Forwarding CallsHello love,Forwarding Calls3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's me again.
I know you won't answer my call; I know you won't tease me with a response.
Still I reach out to you; because it hurts too much to let you go.
I've been searching for you, mostly in my dreams.
But I always get lost in the mazes you create and wake up in a cold bed.
Turning away from where you used to lie.
Once, you were something that used to beckon me; someone who had me wrapped so tightly around his finger.
(It's no wonder it didn't fall off)
Now, you are just a stinging recollection, whom I cannot divulse from.
The memory of you always bittersweet.
Still I call out to you, always hoping for you to return.
So please, disappear my love if you plan on keeping your heart out of my reach.
Until then, I will
Mias and Elle - PrologueThe resonating high pitch squeal was deafening as the room spun in a blur of confusion through heavy eyelids. With each lethargic heartbeat came a thundering crash of pain through the entire skull. Small pale fingers clutched desperately at honey locks and a garbled moan struggled pass soft lips and foggy blue eyes clenched closed.Mias and Elle - Prologue3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
What fresh hell was this?
As hard she she tried, nothing came to mind of the previous night's ventures. It was all a fog half way through the walk home. She could remember every detail up until passing by the pounding bass and smoke filled air outside of the back doors nightclub on her usual short-cut home from her dead end job. It was dark, but upon thought, darkness was not much of a memory. And the harder she tried, the more scattered the real memories became. It was all very confusing, and since she was not one to indulge in the drink, nothing about the situation felt right.
It sounded paranoid, and quite frankly, like a pathetic excuse for whatever it w
AthleticismApplying an adhesive bandage to the young man’s wrist, Matthew said apologetically, “I’m sorry you have to wear a Band-Aid with Cinderella on it.”Athleticism6 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Seated on a leather barstool, Jesse’s eyes remained lowered on the quartz countertop as he spoke, “It’s fine.”
“You know, Jesse,” Matthew began with a sigh. “It doesn’t make you any less of a man because you don’t enjoy playing football.”
Clasping his fingers around Jesse’s wrist he didn’t appear surprised when he heard him cry out in pain, “It appears you sustained more than a mere scrape during your game.”
“It isn’t broken,” Jesse muttered under his breath.
Matthew agreed, “No, it isn’t but you’ve certainly hurt it. You’ll need to rest it a few days. I saw you throw with your left hand earlier. You’re not a lefty are you?”
My ScarsThe scars cover my bodyMy Scars4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Reminding me of everything
They extend down my arms and legs
In neat, deliberate stacks
They look out of place
The ugly, twisting lines
Like demons on angelic turf
They dont belong
Up and down my arms
All across my thighs
I keep them covered
To keep people in the dark
Yet every scar tells a story
A story of the past
The maimed skin shows my battle scars
Reminds me of what I've overcome
But as time goes by
And new stories unfold
The scars fade away
With stories never to be told
I'm All I Have LeftWords have failed meI'm All I Have Left4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Friends have abandoned me
Light have deserted me
Holding on the tip of the rope
Using the last drops of strength
My head yells at me to let go
To fall, break and rest
My heart knows that there is no one down that hole
Waiting to rescue me from the fall
I'm all I have left
Tonight we standThere is no moonTonight we stand3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are no stars
On this cold night
Tonight we stand
Aganist our demons
The final battle
For our freedom
For our happiness
There's no other way
There's no turn back
Either we're victorious
Or we're defeated
Empty HopesBroken images stitched together by an injured heartEmpty Hopes2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fallen hard from the land of dreams
Reality hits me hard like a wave
The mess I planned in my head
Held the knife to my skull
Planted scars of empty hopes
Now a rush of pain runs inside my veins
Scattered dreams wet with tears
Drilling the hole to my torment
Innocent eyes were not to blame
For the mistakes myself have made
LightThe darkest of daysLight5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Becomes happy and bright
When I see you
You are my light
The only one
Who can save me
Please hear my plea
Listen to my words
And let me try to make you feel
The way you make me feel
Our Broken HumanityBorn at dawn with a soul that's split in halfOur Broken Humanity3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
One was sullen and the other you can't hear its laugh
Roses and rainbows and everything that's nice
It rips them apart with a heart that's made of ice
Don't be deceived from the other side of the mirror
It's a raging demon with a mind that'll never be clearer
Echos of my screaming voice fills the land
Everyone turned deaf not a soul reaching their hand
The wrath of my demon goes beyond
For every soul that haven't respond
The weeping of my wounded angel is ignored
They sealed its weary vocal cord
They question my insanity
But i'm damned because of their humanity
They are greedy selfish creatures
That haven't learned anything from their teachers
GoneGoing far awayGone1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Observing the road ahead
Never considering going back
Ending another chapter of my story
Love and shardsYour warm lightLove and shards1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
Reaches for my heart
A call for love
A great passion
But you can't touch it
It's broken and darkened
And the sharp shards
Will break your skin
You'll have to wait
While I pick up the pieces
And put them together
So someday loving me will be safe
bleeding outI had the hatchet buriedbleeding out2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
deep within the confines of
my quicksand bones;
It was in a small tattered box
locked up tight with iron chains
and padlock hearts;
I blew it a final kiss goodbye
before I left it to sink
but that wasn’t enough for you
now my heart's bleeding out
on the bathroom floor
while your pretty little box,
(untouched by the years it sat
amongst old memories and dead poets)
lays open with my pictures of you
scattered like fall leaves
around my shaking body —
your blood soaked fingers
tap the hatchet against your
bent knee to a song
I can’t hear anymore
as you watch me,
that damning smile upon
your cracking lips.
Little thingsThe little good things in lifeLittle things3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Make it worth living
But the little bad things
Make it a living hell