My last Promise My Last Promise.My last Promise5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My fingertips were entwined between hers, I forced a smile and she smiled back. My broken arm wiped her tears with care as the Collector ship begins to crumble around us." You promised me Sheppard " Miranda's voice was filled with pain and anger. Only seeing her eyes amongst all the destruction my hand gently slipped from hers "You must go now ". Miranda's head shook in protest as she clutched on tightly "I won't leave this ship without you!" .My head sunk as Garrus started pulling her away, emotions running wild she struggled and screamed as Garrus took her away. My heart sunk and with one last look I could see her broken heart with every tear she cried.
My injuries were too severe from the Reaper fight I could hardly move. Inch by inch I crawled towards the mainframe where I'm to destroy the
The Razor's Edge - PrologueDisclaimer: This is a fan fiction. I own nothing but the story. The characters belong to their respective creators at CAPCOM, CORE Design and Crystal Dynamics.The Razor's Edge - Prologue4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Razor's Edge
The sharp edge of a razor is difficult to pass over; thus the wise say the path to Salvation is hard.
A Hindu proverb.
March 4, 2009
The clicking of high heels echoed loudly off the cold and shiny floor as the blonde led the way through a long corridor of the scientific establishment. Blueish, fluorescent light reflected hardly off the polished steel-clad walls that amplified and dislocated the savage hissing of a distant ventilation fan. The thin scent of sterility hung in the air, gradually growing stronger as the man and the woman took a right, passed a few nondescript doors and carried on until they stopped in front of a heavy iron door. A metallic plate on the left read "X-72". The man watched the blonde closely from beneath his black shades as she unlock
EzioxReader ~Dark Knight in White Robes~(Y/N) - Your NameEzioxReader ~Dark Knight in White Robes~10 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
(F/C) -Favorite Color
(Y/L/N) - Your Last Nmae
(F/L/N) - Favorite/Random Last Name
(S/C) -Skin Color
Your family was one of the richest in all Firenze and since you were born you lived surrounded of important people and therefore, as a Young lady you needed to start with your duties and studies and always trying to act as lady like as possible to keep the image of “the perfect family” in public, but you never saw yourself like that, in fact you weren’t really as docile as any other girls of your age.
As the years passed the pressure on your shoulders grew more and more, you had more activities, more duties and just like a plus you had to start looking for a good husband, one that could put even higher the name of your family.
-Mother why do I have to go to that party? There isn’t going to be anyone from my age. –You complained as the maids helped you to p
Connor's Creed Part 1 I catch sight of her at Myriam's wedding while I'm walking her down the aisle. It's all I can do to keep my feet moving.Connor's Creed Part 11 year ago in Romance More Like This
"Myriam," I whisper to her as we walk.
"What is it Connor?" she responds out the side of her mouth.
"Who's that woman in the back? The one in the blue dress?"
"Connor, it's my wedding. I'm not looking at anyone but Norris."
"Right, sorry," I say, escorting her the rest of the way and handing her off to Norris. I take my seat and exert all my will in an attempt to remain facing forward. When the wedding is over and everyone is filing out of the chapel she's suddenly gone. I actually panic for a moment before remembering I'm an assassin, I can find anyone I'd like. What's wrong with me? I've never had much interest in the opposite sex before, I've always thought of them as more of a distraction. Perhaps it's different now that the war is over, my people have moved on, and my biggest resp
Lara and Sam: Something FunThere was always something about reading that Lara found fascinating. The fact that one's mind could, almost magically, block out everything around it and focus entirely on the printed word. It was one mystery even she didn't want solved, mainly because it had helped her extensively over the years. Especially on days like today, when finding the strength of mind to concentrate proved to be a challenge.Lara and Sam: Something Fun2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Although, that was a problem less caused by her own mental capacity, and more by the girl laying on the bed beside her. Despite being politely asked more than once to keep her distance, Sam insisted on staying by her side throughout the night. Ordinarily, she'd have no problem with this, but over time, the girl's various habits began to wear on her patience.
Out of the corner of her eye, Lara would constantly catch the motion of Sam's lips moving. Sometimes, she found it cute when the girl would sing alongside the music flowing through her ear-buds, now was not one of those times. On top
Lara's Baby Chapter 5Lara's Baby 5Lara's Baby Chapter 55 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The small sailing vessel pulled next to Lara's boat, the engine cutting off as the ship slowed. Lara reached out to grab a rope running along the side, using her grip to keep her small canoe along side the larger vessel. Her mind seemed to drift off into fantasy as her heart hammered, imagining herself on all fours, getting the pounding of her life, forced to make amends for touching that dammed statue. Lara tried to control herself, but blurted out in excitement as she saw the boat's occupant.
"ANAYA!" She screamed for her old friend, one that she hadn't seen in the longest time. "Fancy meeting you here! Last I saw you, I had left for the temple a week ago."
The African American woman looked down at Lara kneeling down in the boat. Her eyes immediately focused on Lara's swollen bust, and her immensely round stomach. Anaya's heart pumped as she saw her friend in a whole new light, one where Lara was nothing more than a mewling slave, using her body to
Post-RED 2: ImagineRED-Imagine (Authorized sequel to Do You Remember?)Post-RED 2: Imagine6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This excerpt is from Do You Remember?
Sighing once again, the red-head was about to say her goodbyes and leave, but she suddenly heard the crackling sounds of dead leaves not far from behind her. She didnt move nor turned around. She cursed inwardly when she realized she wasnt armed. She got that bad habit of being paranoid, thinking that Umbrella, even if it was gone, would get back to her somehow. When she didnt hear the person moving, she thought about confronting it squarely, but a somewhat sensuous voice prevented her from even breathing.
Sure feels weird to see your own name on a tombstone
She turned around and saw something that, up until now, was unbelievable. The guy was standing right in front of her, wearing a black t-shirt and camo pants, with black combat boots. His hair looked a light shade of red, and, except for a bigger build and an older comple
EzioxReader ~Fourth wall? What Fourth Wall?~Lesson 2 ~Free run~EzioxReader ~Fourth wall? What Fourth Wall?~8 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
After the message faded away from the air you had to wait what seemed an eternity to you, it were at least 10 minutes that you spend running around chasing the twinkling lines in the air until being out of breath, you were waiting lying down in the floor when the familiar tremble came in.
-Finally! –You shouted, the room of the animus vanished and became the vivid landscape of the countryside, you were back, your mates already in formation waiting for you to join, Ezio was in there as well waiting for you to come along.
-I’m happy to see all the improvement you have made. –He looked at you specifically as his words escaped from his mouth, his lips curving into a gentle smile. –Now that you have mastered how to reach your target being unseen, you need to learn how to do it in movement. –His gentle expression faded as he turned to look the other novices, he was giving you a special treatment, an internal sc
RE: A light in the shadowsRE: A light in the shadows7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A light in the shadows
She was trapped. In the narrow passageway, she had no chance to escape. There was one on the left and one on the right. Freaks, monsters, whatever there were called; they caught her, ready to rip her into pieces. They were growling menacingly, drool dropping from their hideous jaws. Step by step, they were getting closer. Their long claws were shining in the dangerous sunlight.
She was tired, she was thirsty, and she was out of breath. Only one bullet remained in her handgun. She could try to kill one of her predators, but she had absolutely no chance to kill the other. The girl heavily sighed. It was over. Just give up and let them do their job. No one could save her. The rest of her team was completely on the other side of the town. Why had she come that way? She got lost and ended up in a deathtrap. She was so desperate and dizzy from the heat and the lack of water that she didnt think about using her walkie-talkie to contact her friends.
Like We Forgive Our DebtorsLike We Forgive Our Debtors.Like We Forgive Our Debtors2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Bells toll into the night of New York, their sounds drifting through the dark winter sky. Their distinct song can be heard from miles away, recognized by all who live in the city. Some sound strong and deep, like thunder after a hot summer's day, others soft and frail, like the whispers of an angel. All of them join together in their wordless song, beckoning their listeners to come and pray.
The Riverside Church is an icon of New York. A strong, large symbol of God's presence in this city. It is visited daily by many of its citizens, for activities from baptism to weekly sermons, and is considered a pillar of the community. Yet at this time, the place is quiet and the need for spiritual guidance is outweighed by the need for food and rest after a long day of work. As such, the church is as good as empty and within its ancient walls, a single man quietly prays.
Padre Federico Perez is not a resident of this town. As his name suggest, he is of Spanish
BushidoBushido11 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
The idea of bushido, the Way of the Warrior, is not easily encompassed in any document. It involves the concepts of honor, face, duty, personal courage, and self-esteem; but there is so much more. Whole tomes have been written that describe it, yet very few books or essays have captured its essence competently. As a result I will provide you with some basic guidelines to follow that will aid you in your becoming a samurai. You must also realize that those who are members of the lesser or greater houses also fall under the umbrella of bushido. A samurai need not be just a warrior: "samurai" is a catch-all term for a noble.
Honor in bushido is vastly different from traditional Western concepts of honor and nobility. The most striking contrast is its lack of morality. Bushido is not about being a good or moral person. It is about being an honorable person. The samurai sees no difference between life and death; death holds no fears for him. As a result, a
TMC Family Reunion: Part OneSeries Title: After the Reapers; The Miranda ChroniclesTMC Family Reunion: Part One4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Disclaimer: Mass Effect universe © BioWare
Any character you haven't heard of © me
Thanks go to my Beta; Blueglaceon, who despite having little knowledge of the Mass Effect universe, agreed to edit the series anyway. Thanks, Blue!
Thanks also go to LuxDragon for allowing me to use ideas from his fic; Fight for the Lost
The Family Reunion series takes place a week after Delaying the Inevitable
Also, for those of you who don't know, X's background is Spacer/War Hero/Soldier/Paragon.
Family Reunion Only A Matter of Time
"Citadel Control, this is Normandy SR-2. Requesting permission to land," Shepard could hear Joker's voice as he approached the cockpit, clad in his off duty clothes which consisted of an unbuttoned, three-quarter length, red and white chequered shirt over a white singlet and a
Spirit Journals: Te Aroha Pt. 1Spirit Journals: Te Aroha Pt. 11 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was inexplicable to Frolic why she felt so much chipper and full of energy so early in the morning, especially after staying awake so late the night prior, while waiting for word of Kaimanwa’s return.
There was no good news delivered when the both the 34th and the 486th returned to Tangmare though. Therefore her friend and crush was gone, possibly forever. Yet, Frolic wasn’t sad at his absence and even felt at peace with the world she existed in.
She was sitting in the front door of the senior NCO mares barracks with a hot chocolate sitting at her feet as it steamed in the cool morning air. She only had one of the double doors open so not to disturb the still slumbering, and the oddly snoring, mares that were sleeping behind her in their warm hay laden stalls.
Frolic had bunked with Colgate after they had finally decided to retire but sleep was not immediate in coming and she had lay awake for a couple h
Street Fighter X Tekken - Morrigan/FeliciaStreet Fighter X Tekken - Morrigan/Felicia3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Morrigan & Felicia: Team Darkstalkers
Street Fighter X Tekken: Team DLC Designs
Morrigan travels to the human world from the Makai in search of a little fun and adventure, soon learning from the news of the artifact landing in the South Pole by the name of Pandora, also learning of all the attention that it was receiving from fighters and companies all over the world. She decided to pursue the box, in hopes that she would be able to find some extravagant entertainment along the way. Along the way, however, she runs into an old friend of hers from a few years ago, Felicia. She'd had learned of the box too, hoping that she could perhaps find the box to bring more popularity to herself as a pop-star, planning on moving up to the big-times and possibly becoming a movie star. Morrigan and Felicia, both headed in the same direction, decide that they will work together to find Pandora, thus beginning the adventure to the South pole for these two Darkstalkers Girls.
The Killer's MareThe Killer's Mare3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The ever creaking wood scolds me with laughter,
My feet make their tiresome way up to that rope.
There swings my path to the hereafter,
As I, the voice of these words, abandon all hope.
I am the regretful fiend, the tortured soul.
Whose face is emotionless, whose heart is torn.
Mine was the life to swallow others whole,
Now mine is the being forlorn.
Grim was this account of my life...
I lived within the arms of sin,
Now is the retribution of my strife...
Yet no words describe that through which I've been.
I can hear them cheering,
those I've in my life wronged,
celebrating the Hell for me that I've been fearing.
My demise which for them has been prolonged.
My tears meet my knees at the base of the wood.
"Oh God forgive this fool before you!,
For my actions are misunderstood!."
But upon holy does my voice come untrue.
I know of my guilt, the suffering I have brought,
This world has learned of me and my ways.
To this society does my innocence ever rot!
And open do the gates of Hell in a
The Man in the White Hood part 3Altair was up before me the next morning, no matter how early i was up he was always awake before me. It was almost annoying. He was sitting in that tiny bed of his running a sharpening stone over the knife he wore across his back with his hood halfway on leaning against the wall of the room. He spared a second to glance at me then looked back down at his work touching the sharp edge checking it. I hurriedly sat up putting on my sword belt and checking my boot knives. I remembered that Altair would be coming with me from now on and stopped myself from grabbing my saddle and leaving right away without him. I almost wished i hadn't invited him along. While he was a decent man and a skilled fighter I liked being alone. We had a quick cold breakfast in our room without saying anything to each other, or really even looking at each other. I got up when he did grabbing my saddle and bridle and left the room Altair on my heels. The coThe Man in the White Hood part 31 year ago in Drama More Like This
OC Boxing Profile- NegInkOC Boxing Profile- NegInk3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
AM Weight class: Light Heavyweight/Heavyweight
Professional weight class: Heavyweight
Boxer type: Boxer puncher/swarmer/slugger(combination)
AM record: 92-8-0-45 KOs
Pro record: 0-0-0
Favorite punch: Right cross
Sunday Punch: Yin and the Yang- A hard left elbow counter with her left arm. She places her right glove from her hip and steps forward and throws a wicked right cross to the jaw.
Favorite combo: A quick jab, fake left cross, and finishes with a right uppercut to the stomach.
Second favorite combo: A right straight to the nose, left hook to the ribs, a fake right hook, and finishes with a right uppercut of the chin.
Theme song: Memories of You/Kimi no Kioku by Persona 3 OST
Note: She may also come out to the orchestra version of this song sometimes, but she will mostly do it for her serious fights or fights for a title.
Power: 7.5 out of 10
Speed: 9 out of 10
Stamina: 9 out of 10
Defense: 8 out of 10
Toughness: 7 out of 10
You Know You're ObsessedYou Know You're Obsessed7 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
...With HIM and Ville Valo When:
1. Tattooing the portraits of dead poets on your body makes perfect sense.
2. You know EXACTLY what DILLIGAF means.
3. In fact, you might even have DILLIGAF somewhere on your skin.
4. November 22nd is an International holiday and should be celebrated by all.
5. If you see anything with a heartagram on it, you either buy it, or resist the urge because your house is already covered in them.
6. Your favorite colors are red, black, and purple. And sometimes hot pink.
7. You know who Daniel Lioneye actually is.
8. Someone says Our Lord and you instantly say, Oh, youre a fan of HIM, too?!
9. You considered purchasing a chicken foot.
10. $50 seems completely reasonable for a Limited Edition CD.
11. Your internet screen name has one or more of the following in it- heartagram, 666, 616, Valo, razorblade, sin, poison, redemption, or any other HIM lyric reference.
12. Getting Ville Valos water bottle at a concert is the eq
The Eagle of MasyafThe calm winds brushed over the rooftop, dust and sand moving gently past his feet and into the street. Jerusalem was surprisingly quiet; the streets that were usually crowded with people were bare. The figure was as close to a statue as one could get, only the movement of his white robes signified that this was flesh and blood, not stone. The cheers of a crowd made his head snap around, keen eyes searching the rooftops. The sound came again, and it was deemed worthy enough to go and investigate. Adnan moved with fluid grace as he sprinted over the rooftops, leaping over the gaps in the buildings and climbing up walls as if he had been trained to. He had. Adnan was part of an order that had been in place since the world had began, one that fought secret wars to keep some amount of peace in the Holy Land. The Assassins. He was of a high rank, a Master Assassin that was born into the Brotherhood. His training had begun at 8 years old, and as he progressed through the ranks, his skill wasThe Eagle of Masyaf3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This