Dusk: Chapter 1Chapter 1: Reflections of an ExileDusk: Chapter 110 months ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Riyo Chuchi’s apartment, 500 Republica, Coruscant
Ten minutes before Order 66
Ahsoka Tano had always dreaded meditation. She had only done it when Anakin made her, which had usually been when other Jedi were around. Her old master had a similar attitude towards the practice, he only did it when Obi-Wan made him. She always wanted to do something, something that would actually be useful. Who had time to meditate in a war? Meditation was for Masters, it was nothing but punishment for Padawans. Losing your attachments to the world, being immersed in the light of the Force, it all sounded great in theory. In practice, more often than not she found herself trying not to think about how much she needed to use the ‘fresher.
Ahsoka opened her eyes with an impatient groan. It looked like she had lost that particular battle again. I'
A Dust of SnowSnow was the great purification. All of the dark places of the land dotted with coated trees were blanketed by mother snows cold hand. The earth was softer in winter, in white. It was sleeping soundly beneath the coverlets where only wolves, rabbits and deer went tuttering by leaving their trails and magic.A Dust of Snow2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The girl’s cheeks had long turned chill-burnt red, polished and bright as two crisp autumn apples. They burned in the pale of her skin in the moonlight. In some other time, her lips as red as hearts and her hair as dark as raven’s wings might have stirred a poem. But the eerie mingling of fear and desire glass coating her brown eyes made her seem a mad, mad straw creature than a beauty.
The snow was deep and it bit to the knee, sometimes keeping her stuck in place. Frostbite tingled, a small sting at first and now a sharp bite in her feet; fingers. Her mittens had been swiped by a lashing pine, a boot kept by unforgiving drift. Her dress cold and wet.
Dusk: Chapter 9Chapter 9: HomecomingDusk: Chapter 98 months ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
-Coruscant, near the Jedi Temple-
Asajj was gaining a new appreciation for all the different ways a sewer could reek. The night before she hadn’t gone more than a few meters inside, and had been too angry at Tano for collecting strays to even notice it. Now the Jedi dropout had been leading her through the fetid damp tunnel - which was so dark she couldn’t see more than two meters ahead - for ages, and if they didn’t get into the Temple soon she might start seriously considering the abandonment plan. But just as that thought hit her, Ahsoka stopped abruptly next to what looked like a maintenance access.
“Through here,” she explained before Asajj could ask. Asajj followed her over to it, but Tano hesitated, her hand hovering next to the door release.
“What are you waiting for?” Asajj said.
PilotI woke in a nest of wires, my arms pulled off to either side, my head back and my eyes fixed at the ceiling. There was a man standing above me, straddling my form, perched precariously at the mouth of the recess I was tucked away in, one hand gripping the frame, the other feeling around the back of my neck. He moved by touch alone, certain in his movements, and his fingers closed over the knot of the wires that resided at the base of my skull and pulled, steadily, drawing it out of the socket and I inhaled sharply at the sensation. Like something had been taken from me, or that I'd lost sight of something important. A piece of me gone. It was a keen sense of loss and my eyes went wet with moisture even as he dropped his hand lower along my neck, almost to the shoulders, and pulled out another plug. The wires by my eyes were thinner, and when he pulled these out my vision went black for a moment and when it returned I felt the world was less clear, like a gray haze had been pulledPilot2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dusk: Chapter 6Chapter 6: ThreatsDusk: Chapter 610 months ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
-Sinkhole C-328, Temple Precinct, Coruscant-
-Three hours after Order 66-
About time she showed up, Asajj thought, spotting the distant glow of a green lightsaber making it’s way down the sewer pipe. For about the hundredth time that night. she asked herself why she was going to all this effort on Tano’s behalf, but to be honest with herself, it was only a token protest at this point. She hadn’t even put that much effort into it, she’d only acquired a battered airspeeder from a pair of lowlifes who had made the mistake of underestimating her and flown it up here. Asajj glanced around, keeping an eye out for any military craft, but luckily so far there was only the usual air traffic, great lumbering cargo ships making the long descent to the slums or desperately climbing their way back up. She impatiently tapped a finger on the console and glanced down the sewe
Nostalgiait's morning and I remember you mid afternoon,Nostalgia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a pulsating mass of clouds bleeding bright light,
the pervading scent of seashells in the wind,
and I remember you.
whence all waters rise, Hvergelmir of
a string of energy that became my soul;
I see you through the years and my heart swells
with seawater, crabs and kelp,
and I know it will burst someday and spill it all over again
all over the
ocean that never changes.
I see you through the nostalgia of the promised land,
what was before I knew good from evil,
what will be after the abyss encloses the world,
after the endless nights,
after the wolves swallow the sun and the moon;
what will remain.
Your notes drift to me in an afternoon that unwavers,
in oblivion; unforgettable,
and the shores where you reach out to us will never
be a dream alone.
No Name -Loki One Shot-Loki caught the limp body by the shoulders. His eyes were wide as he stared at his little German girl. What just happened? His eyes must have been deceiving him.No Name -Loki One Shot-3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Can you hear me? Please wake up, please, little one," he begged her quietly.
She didn't respond, and he couldn't feel a pulse. No, no This couldn't be happening. He didn't mean to kill her; that was the last thing he ever wanted to happen to her! Loki dropped to his knees and cried out in agony as he clutched her to his chest.
Tony and Steve looked at each other, unsure of what to think of this situation. Was it a trick? Should they grab him now or leave him be for a moment?
Loki ignored them as he clung to the girl. He never even learned her name, and now he never would His poor little German girl! What had he done? The color faded from her cheeks and his heart sank. Loki wished he had never met her. Maybe that way she would still be alive and smiling the way he'd grown fond of.
You see, the two had met completel
Dusk: Chapter 2 Chapter 2: As If Millions of Voices Cried OutDusk: Chapter 210 months ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Order 66: In the event of Jedi officers acting against the interests of the Republic, and after receiving specific orders verified as coming directly from the Supreme Commander (Chancellor), GAR commanders will remove those officers by lethal force, and command of the GAR will revert to the Supreme Commander (Chancellor) until a new command structure is established.
Ahsoka had felt disturbances in the Force before, she’d felt darkness, evil even. But none of it compared to the blast of utter dread that hit her then. There were a thousand voices screaming inside her head, voices full of pain, fear, anger, hatred. She was falling through darkness, flashes of hazy, ill-defined scenes of horror leaping into view, only to dissolve into smoke before she could get a good look at them. She heard blaster fire, the hum of lightsabers, the sound of the
Dusk: Chapter 13Chapter 13: The NightmaresDusk: Chapter 137 months ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
“Here’s the place,” Asajj said, bringing the airspeeder to a halt outside of a med clinic in an extra run-down neighborhood of Level 1309. “Make it quick.”
“Alright,” said Ahsoka. Ventress scowled at her and didn’t move, but she hadn’t expected her too. Asajj had barely spoken to her since she had dragged Rex out of the Jedi Temple, not that her opinion needed stating. Ahsoka left her lightsaber on the console - she didn’t want to attract attention. She stood up and walked over to the back seat where Rex lay. Ahsoka had stripped off his armor and left it behind to make him easier to carry, so now he only wore the black bodysuit that went underneath. Even still, if Ahsoka only had to rely on her physical strength to move him she would still be carrying him through the Temple. She bent over and put a hand on his forehead, gentl
Dusk: Chapter 7Chapter 7: Thunderous ApplauseDusk: Chapter 710 months ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
-Ventress’ hideout, level 1311, Coruscant underworld-
-One Day after Order 66-
“Are you going to sleep all day Tano?”
The raspy voice shattered Ahsoka’s sleep, prompting a deep groan. Come on Master, just five more minutes. Then she remembered where she was and her eyes opened to see Asajj Ventress standing over her. She sat up, blinking away the last vestiges of sleep. Out of one nightmare and into another. She couldn’t remember much of her dreams aside from a general feeling of despair surrounding her. What else is new?
“Is it too much to hope that was a dream,” she asked even though she already knew the answer. As she sat up Ahsoka looked around to take in her surroundings; last night she had been so exhausted she had fallen asleep almost as soon as she walked in. It was a one room apartment that had clearly been abandoned for so
Redwall- Coming Home Winter over Mossflower wood had been remarkably harsh. Everything was white and cold, frozen in its place until Spring. The tree branches leaned low, heavily laden with snow and ice. There was a constant flurry of snow falling at all times.Redwall- Coming Home3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The weather had trapped the creatures of Redwall Abbey inside the red sandstone structure. The only ones allowed out were the biggest and strongest of creatures, and even then only rarely.
Presently, one of those with such privileged rights was outside, charging through the deep snow on the Abbey walls, attempting to survey the landscape.
Deyna the otter was a tall, strong riverdog. He'd been born at the Abbey, but as a babe had been stolen and taken to the Juskarath clan. After fifteen long seasons he returned home to the Abbey, and to his mother and older sister. Still, he had some habits hanging over him
Suffocate“I didn’t want him,” she says. “I wanted something, something I saw in the eyes of Libby, Sam, Sandi, and Agnes. Something that would have made our new world, our safe world, a home. Children were a part of that world and so I found myself a child. Perhaps, I thought, I would love him and everything would fall into place. Perhaps with a child I could be content with safety, and normality, and a world without knives taped on mop heads.” A cold smile. “I still catch myself thinking that. I still think that maybe tomorrow will be the day where I can fall asleep with the lights on.”Suffocate2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Carmen’s features are stark and cold; like the chiseled lines of Soviet propaganda etched onto an icy street corner. A straight decided nose, high sharp cheekbones, and thin pinched lips. Her eyes are black. We sit together in a small, bare walled, room on a pair of fold up chairs.
I frown. “You mean off?”
“No. I mean on. During the war
My SaraIf anyone survives the world's ending, I only want them to hear the truth. I know, if there is any history after this is over, she will not be remembered fondly. I cannot blame them. They didn't know her as I did.My Sara4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The moment we entered the world, we were engaged, tied to one another body and soul. We grew up together on the castle grounds, exploring, laughing, getting into trouble, just as all children do. My Sara had an all-consuming love of science, and of discovering the inner machinery of the world. She would take me through the castle courtyard, and show me the delicate spider-webs covered with dew, and the lacey wings she had plucked from a great fat bumblebee. Finches would build nests in the trees, and my Sara would carefully break open their eggs to examine the stages of the chicks' development. Many people would be pained to destroy innocent life for something as apparently trivial as knowledge for its own sake, but not my Sara. She looked beyond a single, pitiful life in sea
Dusk: Chapter 8Chapter 8: Jedi FalsehoodsDusk: Chapter 810 months ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Ahsoka’s declaration snapped the others out of their stupor, and they all turned to looked at her like she had grown a fourth lekku.
Shaak Ti was the first to find her words. “Ahsoka, what Barriss did was-”
“Horrible, yes, I know,” Ahsoka cut her off. “I know that better than anyone. But she was right, she saw this was happening!” Ahsoka stood up and began pacing agitatedly. “Do you remember what she said when she confessed, Master? I remember every word, I couldn’t forget it if I tried.”
Which I have.
“An army fighting for the Dark Side, fallen from the light we once held so dear,” Ahsoka quoted. Where Barriss had shouted indignantly, Ahsoka said the words flatly, trying to detach them from the pain they represented. It worked poorly. “This Republic is failing. It’s only a matter of time.” She looked up at Shaak, holding back tear
Death Whispered A LullabyWhat's more to say about the sky that hasn't already been said a million-times over? It was a pleasant aquamarine blue, with a light accenting of clouds, spread out nice and evenly across the sky. The career master sergeant had been decked out flat on the dirty road, amongst a thick layer of rubble and brick, near the front of a large plaza structure. He had been stitched left to right, across the stomach, by an hidden medium machine-gun position.Death Whispered A Lullaby3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was so quiet that the ringing in his ears could just barely penetrate, but none of the sounds from the outside made it to his head. He didn't hear the gunfire or explosions. They weren't important to him anymore. He didn't hear another of his fellow soldiers' as he fired a rocket into the nest of enemy aggressors that had cut him down; the building's lobby exploded and collapsed in on itself from across the street. He heard nothing of it.
All the man heard and saw was a story being told by a tall, hooded figure with a scythe. It was his to
Time Traveller's EngagementExactly ten years from tomorrow, we'll be married here. My wife doesn't know that, of course. In a certain sense, neither do I.Time Traveller's Engagement4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's a beautiful spot, now. Now meaning today, when the sunlight is still pure, and the sky is still blue. The ivy still climbs in green snakes up the side of her father's chateau, the pennants of the House of Renard are snapping gaily over the towers.
I hear a lilting laugh that even now sends my heart into my throat. Euryale Renard. She is only a girl today, no older than my little sister is in the days I left behind. Even at twelve, my Ury's curls catch the sun like molten amber, with a flower basket flung wide as she runs. Behind her tumble the Twins, her best friends, their giggles almost as musical as my Ury's, their golden hair belying the poison in their hearts. I remember the snarl on Cassandra's lips as she spilled out her wine glass on the floor after Ury's father toasted our engagement. I remember wiping Chloe's spit from my eye on the same
3.14The boy sat on the edge of the wooden pier shivering as the ocean that once hugged him tightly dripped off his body in disgust, leaving only a thin layer of green sludge between his skin and the crisp air around him. The smell of dead fish rose out of the ocean grave and wrapped around him until his nose could no longer smell it at all. As the sun left the hazy blue sky, he watched the boisterous boats tread further into the ocean until they were eaten whole by the horizon. His stomach bubbled, gurgling as if to imitate a toddler drowning.3.142 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“You. Your shift’s been outta here for an hour,” a man, dressed in rubber rain clothes and black boots said. “We don’t pay ya to loiter after your deed is done.”
“You don’t pay me at all,” Pi mumbled, directing his eyes away from the murky green water and towards the man’s agitated eyes. “What? You don’t.”
“I pay ya plenty,” the man sneered, “for a rat-bo
Dear DeathDear Death,Dear Death10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
my Daddy says
I cannot write to you
like I write
to Father Christmas.
I am trying anyways,
I want to make a wish:
Can you say „Hi“
quite right thy father is,
for I am not
the one in red.
and I only take away.
He grants wishes,
I am the end
of wishing all.
Thus, no messenger am I,
thy foolish wish
I’ll never grant.
I’ll take you
as darkness falls
and I lie bound
to this cold hospital bed
I cannot help
the letter I once sent.
Considering your grim reply
you're reaching for me soon.
So I shall take the liberty
to write now once again.
All I really have to say
will be put in the close:
thy letter I remember well,
and also my reply.
Grim is my nature,
grim my task,
grim my dark abode.
I cannot be anything
other than what I am.
And when I indeed do reach for thee,
my hand will grasp thee
Cloud in a Bottle 1Cloud in a Bottle 1Cloud in a Bottle 12 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How is it your voice is a canyon which cuts
where you did not even speak, opening the rivers
of my lungs so they could cataract, could rage with breath
you breathed? That the rock swells of your ribs, washed
round and floating, met then barred the way with mine
so that my heart, turned to tides, could not slip by,
and beat against the walls, unanswered, ‘til it drowned?
And that I still don’t hate you, even now?
There’s all this nonsense of lips and bubbles, that’s fine;
still refuse drifts in one direction all the same, refusing—
shored up maybe by some reassuring echoes still unsung—
to sink, so like an opened blouse colored by brine, my hope
finds refuge at the highest point, and lays itself unlocked
on barren sand to fade, suffuse with light, the way all things
in the desert turn finally, achingly white.
I Can Only Sell MyselfI am but a pen,I Can Only Sell Myself2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not even a sword.
I have naught but words,
No skill may I afford.
Truly it is sad,
That it has come to this.
But if you are in need of writing,
Then let my words bring you bliss.
So tell me, what would you have me write tonight?
Confession of Betrayal"There was a time when I feared you, avoided you, for what you were - before I knew the person you were. A time, even, when I believed that because of that, you would have to die. That you were evil because of that irrational fear, and that all things 'evil' must be eradicated." She sighed deeply, clutching his hand for support as she spoke the truth that she'd never told him.Confession of Betrayal3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"When you first spoke to me, and I answered, I lied. I was willing to sacrifice my own morals if it meant reaching my goal. Killing you."
He watched her expressionlessly as she confessed what she had meant to tell him long ago, but had never had the chance - or perhaps the courage - to do so.
"And what made you change your mind?"
She blushed and glanced downwards, before continuing. "I-it... Honestly, I don't know. I was..." She mumbled incoherently to herself, and he patiently waited for her to speak up again.
"Every day, I plotted against you, even while I gave you fake smiles and claimed to be some
It Had To Be FrogsSunday, October 13th, 2013. Helwan's Circle. It rained frogs.It Had To Be Frogs2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Of course, it had to be frogs. Serena stepped over them as best she could, but they were everywhere. It wasn't the kind of thing you expected to see in smallish town America. One or two, maybe. Any more than that and you're wading into witch burning territory.
Serena really didn't want to wade into witch burning territory.
“What seems to be the problem?” Serena asked, “Aside from the frogs.”
Mrs. Caprica wrung her hands---Serena had never actually seen anyone do that. Truth be told, she'd rather not see it again. The woman had probably been wound too tightly even before any of this happened.
“We just wanted a baby,” she said.
“And you tried to invoke...”
“Heqet,” she said, “She's Egyptian. Ancient Egyptian, I mean.”
“I know who she is,” Serena said, as gently as she could. The frogs were staring a little too intently.
“I followed the bo
NumbersTwo for the hearts which fell in loveNumbers4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Seventy-seven for 'the crime' we are
Ten for places I can marry you
Seven for the land, where they kill us too
Infinite for these fearful nights
Zero for my hopeful sights
One for the second you close your eyes
Endless for our sad good-byes
Mandela's ChariotIn silence your chariot approaches. Bright light, a piece of heavens.Mandela's Chariot2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A man of destiny, a prince, grandfather of his nation, returns home
to the heavens that birthed him. A moral authority, of grace and peace
who helped lay aside the chains of oppression with a soft laugh and guiding hand.
Your ride home is here, not to the village where you took first breath,
but to the heavens where your soul was forged to change the course
of a people, a nation, a world and the history that is to follow. Relax,
enjoy the ride home, knowing that you have sown well the seeds of peace.
Madiba, you are a leader who did not need a gun or threats of terror,
but lead by simple moral authority, not so simple in this graceless age.
Twenty seven years in the stone belly of the apartheid beast, released
to forgive his jailors for the betterment of all, rising above fear and hate.
Once around the sun and then back into the heavens, Mandela rides proud
and the angels line his route home, his chariot carrying evi