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
Injustice DLC: Ra's al GhulRa's al GhulInjustice DLC: Ra's al Ghul1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Voiced by: Dee Bradley Baker
Classification: Gadget character (without explosives)
Biography: Leader of the League of Assassins, Ra's al Ghul has used the mysterious Lazarus Pits to extend his life and cheat death. Having trained for all of his unnatural life, Ra's al Ghul is a formidable fighter and a deadly assassin.
Intro: Ra's al Ghul slowly walks in with his hands behind his back and his bodyguard Ubu walking slightly behind him.; he comes to a stop, and Ubu begins to step forward to fight the opponent, but Ra's raises his fist in front of Ubu's face and says "No, I will handle this one." Ubu then steps away as Ra's grips the hilt of his scimitar
Post-Round Taunt: Unsheathes his sword and swing it around, saying "Let's finish this!" or "Just give in."
Outro: Ra's sticks his chin up to his downed opponent and says "How... disappointing."
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
Injustice Guest Fighter: Michael MyersName: Michael Audrey MyersInjustice Guest Fighter: Michael Myers2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hair: Light brown
Debut: Halloween (1978)
Voice: N/A (speaks only in grunts)
His reboot appearance
Michael Myers began killing people at age ten. He killed a bully from his school, his mother's ex-boyfriend, and then both his sister and her boyfriend. He went to prison for 17 years for the murders but escaped on the night before Halloween. Now he is out to kill random people wherever he goes, especially on Halloween. He also had an obsession with Laurie Strode, who is his younger sister called Angel. Laurie tried to escape from him and, with the help of Dr. Samuel Loomis, was able to shoot Michael to unconsciousness. It is thought that Michael Myers is finally dead… until now.
*Intro: Michael Myers about to butcher someone i
The gift of bondage It's cold. Very cold. All the colorful lights that are hung up everywhere do little to help on that.The gift of bondage2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yup, it's nearing Christmas.
At least it's warm inside the shop where I work. Leather Shibari is its name. Specializing in bondage equipment, we have slowly made our name known. Still, there aren't many customers. My bet is that it's because people feel embarrassed coming in here. It's not the busiest area in town, but enough people pass to make our potential customers feel like trying again another day.
Business has been especially slow the last week. You'd think some kinky people would come to buy presents here, but no. There are too many people around at all times of the day.
But then, there was the welcome sound of the door opening. I turned towards it, smiling like a shop-keeper should.
"Welcome," I said. My eyes fell upon the woman that had just entered. It was a brunette girl. She seemed to be a little bit shorter than me. Her hair went just past her
Meeting Judy again The time after New Year’s Eve is not really a busy time for Leather Shibari. There is just the inventory counting to do. We’ve got a lot of new merchandise this year, so there is a lot more to count.Meeting Judy again1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Unlike last year, I have Bob helping me out. Last year he was on vacation, leaving me in charge with the store. With both of us on the job it takes virtually no time at all to go through what’s in the store, and when we’ve taken most of it we take a small break for a drink and a chat.
“You know, Bob,” I say after a gulp of my Coke “remember that girl who got stuck in the cage a while back, but gladly modeled for us while she was stuck?”
Bob wasn’t there when a girl named Alexis got stuck in a cage while wearing a custom-made catsuit. But I did the best of it and with her permission (she could only nod due to being gagged, but she did agree to it) I put her in the window for all to see. I think she liked the atten
Injustice Guest Fighter: Ash WilliamsFull Name: Ashley (Ash) WilliamsInjustice Guest Fighter: Ash Williams2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Debut: The Evil Dead (1981)
Voice: Bruce Campbell
Ash is the "chosen one" who has defeated demonic forces of the Necronomicon Ex Mortis (roughly translated as Book Of The Dead), thus saving the world once again from the evil that infested it. Unfortunately, when he accidentally chanted the wrong spell, he ended up in an alternative universe where things are not what they seem and the world is ruled by the One-Earth Regime, led by the High Councilor known as Superman.
*Spellcasting via the Necronomicon
*Intro: Ash Williams gets teleported to the battlefield. He revs up his chainsaw and twirls his Boomstick before putting it back. He then says, "The name's Ash! Now come and get some!"
*Outro: Ash shows off his Boomstick to the screen saying
EzioxReader ~Fourth wall? What Fourth Wall?~Lesson 2 ~Free run~EzioxReader ~Fourth wall? What Fourth Wall?~9 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
The Bunny Warren - TGThe Bunny Warren - TG4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Adam scowled as he read the job listings in the newspaper. No matter how hard he looked, he couldn't find anything he was qualified for. As a high school
dropout who put all his effort into learning how to play guitar, he had no real qualifications for a job. He didn't know any other musicians so he couldn't start a band and busking wouldn't pay the bills.
As his thoughs started to go dark, he noticed a listing for a musician. A new bar was opeining and they needed a live musician. They were offering good pay just to play and free drinks. It was the perfect job! He rang the provided number and
asked if they had found anyone yet. A woman answered and said the position was still open. She added that if Adam wanted it, he had to come down for an interview and
bring his instrument.Adam quickly said he was interested and wrote the address on the back of his hand. He thanked the woman and hung up, rushing out of his apartment.
After a walk into the city, he found the bar. An unlit neon sign
A massive MonthSamus climbed the rope in the new Hylian gym, reaching the top with very little effort. She knew she needn’t worry even if someone used another weight-gaining spell on her, but was rather prideful in her speed and muscle tone. Her wife, Zelda, was watching her with their adopted “niece,” Vanellope. Samus leapt down, landing softly on the mat. “Well done, my sweet Samus.” Said Zelda, giving her a kiss.A massive Month1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Yeah, that was nice, can we go to the Ice Cream store now?” asked Vanellope. Samus smiled.
“Well, Vanellope, you know I love to treat you, but I’m not feeling hungry right now, maybe Jill can take you.” She replied.
“You have something planned for us?” asked Zelda.
“Well, it would be nice to spend some time just the two of us…” said Samus. Vanellope chuckled, though she was young, she did know what adults meant when they were married or “really close,
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
old turkey story'Chapter 1: How it all started'old turkey story4 years ago in Romance More Like This
At first it was just her that he had loved.
She had long brown hair that would always sparkle so beautifully when she was by her oceans. She had a double curl at the end of her long ponytail.
She had eyes that would sparkle like green gems in the sun.
This of course was Ancient Greece.
Turkey was just a teen when he had started to visit her more frequently.
He would come over and she would play and teach him things.
All sorts of things.
So many things that even Turkey lost count.
For a while his superiors didn't allow him to leave for a year and had him stay and help plan the future Ottoman Empire.
Then one day; when he got a chance to sneak away Turkey had left to go and visit her (to continue lessons) when he arrived he had heard her shrieking. (Turkey was an older teen around 16 years)
This memory would play through his head like a little clip from a movie.
He had run up to the house door (The nice pretty white house with a blue roof) opened it and ra
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
Designer PrisonDesigner Prison9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Rain is a peculiar thing - and so are you.
As the ground becomes a panoramic sponge and the world becomes a shallow sea, you shower in baking powder, only to have it wash away and leave streaks upon your face. this is a losing battle with Mother Nature; she knows your game-plan. She may wear spectacles with lenses miles thick; but she can see you with perfect precision and pluck you from the cloud you have not-so-gracefully fought to reach.
Your sling-backs do not provide much traction upon that cloud, do they? Water vapor is harder to walk on every day; surely one day you will ge tthe hang of it and show your superiority. But be careful. Your face is still running - running away.
Your prison is a white-collar resort, where guards and convicts drink Mai-Tais and show faux pity for the poor boy with no pants. His feet are scabbed over and his hair is nappy and matted; yet his smile can power a small country. This is freedom.
Your shackles look a little tight - but they are Gucci. I am s
Zeeko's Adventure - excerptZeeko's Adventure - excerpt2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Zeeko was happy in his bubble. His was not a particularly large one, but he had more than enough room to himself. It was all he needed. All anyone needed, for that matter.
He flared his right hand and pushed off towards the far side, skin between elongated fingers stretched to maximum, webbed feet kicking alternately. The soup of breathable/digestible liquid buoyed his light frame. It warmed him, bathed him, and kept him secure.
A blue haze to the left caught his attention. He focused, and saw the purplish tinge of ultraviolet ringing the nova remnant, while silvery x-ray patterns gave the whole discus-shape a soft glow. Dust from the nearby cloud would occasionally seep through the bubble’s membrane, tickling him. Often he would lower the EM shielding to let in an extra dose of the energy-reviving rays streaming from that ancient solar apocalypse.
He thought-propelled his bubble closer to the sharing node, and eased it up against Anilla’s. The surfaces glommed together, an
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
.:A New Dawn:.Another Night. Alone..:A New Dawn:.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Alone since you left her there hanging.
Not with a rope, but with words.
You shattered her with reality. The truth.
And left her there to pick herself up.
Now hating that she cannot hate you.
A New Dawn Awakens her. Not you.
For you're gone.
Bus 57 to CedarwoodBUS 57 TO CEDARWOODBus 57 to Cedarwood9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Amanda woke up as the bus plunged down the steep cliff.
Around her small things flew, floating in the falling vehicle.
Time began to slow down. With it, everything around her blurred; all
ambient sounds became a slow stream of incoherent waves.
Today, of all days? Why did it have to be today? she thought.
Some moments later, time came to a full stop. Silence and blurriness reigned.
The bus driver was nowhere to be seen, and so were the other passengers.
Except one: a teenager seated in the very back row. He wore a hood so
she couldn't see his face. In his hand he held a small metallic thing
that shone like a small sun.
"It works!" she heard him say. His voice sounded very familiar.
A happy family
The phone at Rimes' house rang. Daniel paused his XBOX and moved to pick it up.
"Leave it, I'll take it," his father shouted from the kitchen. He
stormed into the living room and picked it up.
(a female voice greeted)