Encounter: Chapter 5Damn, it's been 5 days since Altaïr woke up from the coma thingy. The 14th day in this fucked up hospital. Altaïr is doing fine now, and Lucy feels better about it too. I'm glad. But what's gonna happen next? When are we busting ass out of here? I mean, it's not like I want to go back to Abstergo, but I feel like there is something needed to be done there. I dunno. I don't know what.Encounter: Chapter 55 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
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Why the hell am I writing this? I mean, noting down how I'm feeling shit. Well, there is nothing else to do other them sit down and scribble. It's only taking up very little time... I'm bored to death... Actually, Altaïr talks to us a lot. He tells me and Lucy stories about himself: places he has been to, his childhood, what is was like back in his time, his life as an assassin. I really think that he's an interesting guy... there's this feel about him. It's different. Everything is OK now but I still feel that there is something going on still in Ab
defocused.i admit-defocused.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'm a little bit in love
twirling through the silver dreams
of the dew-dropped spiderweb
tasting fragments of all the thoughts
and possibilities and hopes
and insecurities and quirks
lips and eyes and feigned emotion
ghosts of meaning and reasoning
replacing the spirits long gone.
but i admit-
i'm a little bit in love
the perfection of you
cracked with sadness-
the clasped hands
the isolated routes
fingers trailing on the walls
the quiet ways you look around
to break away the eye contact
and sigh at the glaring reality.
the others are crisp
but you blurred out your lines
to avert the attention
of second glances
that taste imperfection
and forget how to care.
if faces tell stories
my eyes write you books
when your line of sight
snags on mine.
Like Lightning and WaterInfamous 2 | Like Lightning and WaterLike Lightning and Water4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The swamps of New Marais, in spite of the mutants, the Militia, and of course the mosquitoes as big as your pinky finger, sure were pretty just after sunset. From the stone overhang of the plantation, his back to the street, facing the shadowy bayou, Cole spotted yellow fireflies, moths flitting about in the streetlights (if he bothered to look), silver mist rolling in off the ocean, and blue-gray water painted with the hues of the sunset. The place reeked of swamp water, but it was a little bit more bearable than normal the stench of wood smelled sweet, and the peeling, damp bark of the palms was oddly comforting. What monsters there were hung around in the shadows or lounged in the shallows, paying him no heed whatsoever. The sky glowed a soft, tarnished gold in the west, with shades of pink and orange in the clouds; only a faint bit of scarlet hung visible in the northeast. And except for the chirp of crickets, the slap of s
And Here Is JohnParis, 1917And Here Is John3 years ago in Historical More Like This
Here is John, beside me again. Sometimes when we meet he is courtly and charming. Other times he’s tired and he can only muster up a smile as the words “Bonjour, ma belle,” fall out of his mouth. Sometimes his eyes burn feverishly, sometimes they’re dull, sometimes he’s drunk. It depends on where he’s been that day. There are only two things constant about my John: he always manages to smile, and I can always see the fear deep in every line on his face.
Paris is grim; the front is moving closer to the city, and we’re losing more battles than we’re winning. John spends his time here waiting, and afraid. He lost in these brown streets among these brown buildings, as are all the uniformed boys playing soldier.
Only they are not playing, really. Not anymore. Time is short for him, and the front lines rise up and loom in the darkness. He will meet them again soon. He is like a starving man, needing a good meal and a kind wor
Crying WordsPages become tornCrying Words2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When the tears are reborn
Old wasted ideas
Crumble to the floor
Because This Is ChristmasFragile snowflakes are falling this night from the sky,Because This Is Christmas4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Violet, blue, red Christmas lights are flashing while I'm passing by,
Laughter and carols, the joyful sound of bells I'm hearing all around,
A white, sparkling blanket is covering now the ground.
I lift up my face,
At the dark night's sky I gaze,
I close my eyes wishing I could feel,
The emotion they are talking about, the Christmas thrill,
The clock strikes midnight,
But my heart still can't warm up from this hollow, shiny light.
I kneel in the snow, breathing deep inside,
Somewhere on this barren road my soul died,
But how could a scrawny light,
Break the chain wrapped around my languid heart?
If I had just one wish, one demand,
If it could be possible to make an amend,
I'd chose my core to be animate,
Maybe on Christmas Eve,
Maybe there's still some hope left for me,
Maybe I still got the right to believe,
To believe that from the noose of memories my soul can be set free.
On a bench, a Santa Claus is sitting,
What did I get myself into? (NaLu fanfiction)Ohai-yo! Thanks for reading~ Well anyways , hope you like this chapter. Gomen for all the spelling errors!What did I get myself into? (NaLu fanfiction)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The sunlight shined through the window and hit my face.
I opened my eyes to see it was 12:00… Oh god! We were supposed to be up at 9:00.
“Lucee!” I yelled shaking her.
“Hmm?” she opened her eyes slowly.
“We were supposed to be up at 9 and I just woke up at-” I started.
“Natsu, I was saying we could get up at 9, I didn’t mean we had too.” She replied falling asleep again.
“Well we’re getting up now!” I said flipping the mattress over making her fall onto the floor.
“What was that for baka dragon?!” she yelled an anime vein popping out of her head.
“Pfff-” I started to laugh, she glared at me, “Gomen, Lushi.” I looked down at the ground.
She started laughing, “C’mon
Between Heaven and HellEveryone has a story to tellBetween Heaven and Hell2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The time and place the falls from grace.
We all walk at our own pace
forever attempting to win the illusionary race.
So I took the time, to sit and rewind....
granted pause to the cause, reflections of the mind.
Years upon years slowly drifted on by...
Journeys left behind slumbering alongside the road of unknown,
collecting dirt and debris, anxiously awaiting to be set free,
but could not flee...no one to save me and turn the key.
Everything has a time and a place within the enchanted space.
A story to tell of heaven and hell...
Realise this upon states of bliss,
In the beginning we all fell--in the end we all shall fall.
Can no longer ignore the ancient call.
All I Ever Wanted.........With You I Have All I Ever WantedAll I Ever Wanted.........2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you have found your one true soul mate....you will know it for sure....
Though your times together will often be rocky and it might feel like drowning
When you are carried beneath the waves of daily struggles that threaten to consume us with jagged
teeth and paper claws and words said out of fatigue and maybe anger
And the safe place you believed they provided seems too far away to ever reach
You find in your hand the key to his heart.......
LustHis hands have a habit of finding my hip bones,Lust3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trailing his river like fingers along my stone smooth skin,
his lips do not move, his mouth tells me stories.
Mine spend their time
tracing the length and breadth
of his back in kisses*
We travel through lands that never existed
before we touched them
At temperatures far exceeding in Fahrenheit
If only we could understand
how lust and geography
make such divinely sinful bedmates.
* One hundred and sixteen
Late Night CerealShe texted me to ask for milk,Late Night Cereal2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A query so surreal,
For she was of the hungry ilk
Who craved for cereal.
Alas, I had no milk but soy,
Which she was wary to deploy
Within her bowl,
Within her bowl,
Her face showed she did not taste joy.
Oh Special K! 'Twas not the day
She meant for you to swim
With Mister Two-Percent, and play
Your tasty games with him.
The box was done, your final breath
Could only end in runny death.
A soggy grave was all she left.
All times, both good and bad, must end
In peacefulness or pain.
One moment, by your side a friend,
The next, gone and estranged.
While we still live, let's take control,
Together, let's live to the full
Like milk and flakes,
Like milk and flakes,
Creamy, crunchy in the bowl.
InFamous Bad Blood Pt. 7Chapter Six: We Were Meant For MoreInFamous Bad Blood Pt. 74 years ago in Drama More Like This
The APC rumbles through Empire's stricken streets, tank treads grinding shattered asphalt and shunting crippled cars out of the way. Bishop pulls on his gasmask and then it's just Cole and Marlena alone with a troop of anonymous First Son grunts.
He stands at the ramp, back to the corner, arms folded across his chest, and glares at the unblinking eyes with their infra-red pupils and wide, air-filter mouths. They glare back. He's never endured a ride this uncomfortable before.
"We take her alive," Marlena says, breaking the tension with a directness he's starting to suspect is typical of her, "if possible. Dead? Just as good."
"That okay with you, panty waist?" Bishop grumbles. The mask gives his voice a tinny, muffled quality.
"Fine." He nods. The other troopers seem satisfied, until he speaks again. "But the Reapers are off limits."
They aren't happy. There's a mutter of dissent. Their boss flattens it.
"If that's the way Cole wants it," she
STALKERYou cannot run from your past...STALKER11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
No strangled whisper,
No repentant plea of yours can escape these eyes.
For I have always been watching...
You believe yourself to be righteous,
But your actions have consequences!
You will not leave this place tonight,
Not while your heart remains beating.
And when you are worn from your escape;
When you are forced by exhaustion,
To shut those fevered eyes.
In your moment of weakness, I will arrive...
Justice will be served tonight,
Whilst the shadows dance with expectant glee!
You may forget what you have done,
But you will never be innocent...
Dark BeautyI knowDark Beauty2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know when
When this dark beauty
Seeped into my soul
Slowly like tar
Thick as concrete
I know when
When I became
This black heart
Seventh Deadly SinMy hands hide my faceSeventh Deadly Sin3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Lecherous, hot nostalgia
Surges through again
Your hand in my own
Fingers tantalizing skin
Breath warm against it
Pressing into me
Your eyes wandering freely
Across pale prospect
Lips flush against mine
Hungrily asking for more
I whisper your name
Your hands grip my hair
Desperate, I try to forget
This wrong choice we've made
Your deep eyes gazing
Intensely into my own
Scorching through my soul
Looking back at you
I'm gazing into the sun
Yet can't look away
Mouth against my neck
Leaving a trail of hot flames
On sensitive skin
Backed into the wall
The guilt persists to torment
God, what have we done?
Trailing down my chest
Your fingers trace a fire
That scorches to bone
Pressing close to me
You moan out in ecstasy
The sound makes me shake
The memory stays
As I tremble in the dark
I know this will fail
Yet, still I went through
Though I knew it was so wrong
Unable to stop
The sin has been done
It shall never be erased
Though I wish it so
Dear SisterOh dear sister,Dear Sister2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Though you're presence has faded away;
You are still by my side.
Watching over me....
Many years ago, two twins were born.
Struck with sickness and fragile,
We still fought for our lives till the very end.
People call me a mirical child...
Able to live this long.
I wish you were here,
And that no one had gone.
Even though You're not here with me today;
How I still wish there was just some way...
To see you're smile and face once again.
Oh, How I wish I could go back in time and save you.
No, I will not show my tears,
when I think about you.
I will smile brightly and strong towards the world,
For both You and I.
Oh dear sister...dear sister,
I have so many questions to ask.
Like, What's your favorite color or food?
Do you look just like me?
So many left unanswered.
Sisters of the same,
Though time cut us short.
I will hold back my tears,
For I know that you're smiling down at me.
Your blood runs within my ve
Don't Taze Me Bro"Hey, check this out."Don't Taze Me Bro4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Dave looked up from the tv screen briefly, glancing to where Bro stood hunched over a box on the kitchen table. The elder Strider's body obscured most of the small brown package and what it contained, igniting his interest. Curious, Dave humored him.
"What is it? A new sex toy for your smuppets?"
He heard Bro snort as he flit his eyes back to the screen to resume his game. The buttons clicked out an odd beat as he depressed them beneath his fingers, expertely directing his player around the course.
"Not even. If it'd be used on anyone, it'd be used on you."
Dave stopped in the middle of his sick grind to pause the game and look over the futon. Bro was still concealing the package on the table with his body, filling Dave with a a wary sense of curiosity. He could hear Bro laugh at his reaction and knew that his brother was purposefully blocking the view of whatever mystery item he'd gotten in the mail to either annoy him or set him on edge.
It did both.
Nightmare - 7Nightmare - 73 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
God Hates Us
The sound of the news drifted lightly throughout the quiet house. Two reporters swapped news back and forth, somberly announcing the day's calamities; a man whose beachfront property was flooded, a teenage girl who broke her neck at cheerleading practice, a distraught father whose son had run away. Each report was tragic, but Zacky found them simply amusing.
The light softly emanating from the TV caused shadows to dance in the sparsely lit room. The window shades were hastily drawn shut, leaving only the glow of the sunlight that trickled in through the cracks. Occasionally, a slight breeze would filter in through the open window, causing the dark shade to allow more of the sun's rays inside. Zacky hissed indignantly each time one of the beams met his alabaster skin, insulted that the light had the nerve to touch him.
As he continued to watch the program, Zack scoffed at the humans' priorities. They were worried about petty storms and insignificant dilemmas, when th
Grandma“Is there something terribly wrong with me?”Grandma2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I sigh and look up from my book. In the evening light my grandmother stares back at me, utterly unaware that it’s the third time she’s asked in as many minutes. Complex maps of wrinkles frame her wide eyes, each crease charting the grief, joy and laughter of a lifetime she is slowly forgetting. I look at her and I remember the wit and spark that used to punctuate her speech. I remember the way she used to strike up a conversation with anyone, anywhere; how she’d find wonder in the simplicity of everyday life. Her curiosity, her sense of adventure, her love of the world and of all the people in it have been replaced by a child-like fear of the unfamiliar.
I look at my grandmother and behind her old, tired eyes I see a young girl who has lost hold of her mother’s hand in a world full of strangers.
“No, Grandma. There’s nothing wrong with you at all.”
curtains shift –
the faint glow
obsessionobsession1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
your shadow and I have begun
to argue about sharing space
Death to the Poet"Death to the Oracles, Gypsies of LightDeath to the Poet2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Who see through blindness of man and his infinite night
Through the lies of the Fates and their wriggling tales
And hear oncoming days through time's shrieks and wails
Death to the Sorcerers, Gypsies of Force
Who weave fire from breath and sing winds off their course
Who lift Earth from it's patterns and craft boisterous rain
And trap stars in their palms, and suck suns in their veins
Death to the Mothers, the Gypsies of Life
Child's Deus Ex Machina, the hunting man's wife
The bearer of Futures, the giver of Souls
Who find shadows of crisis and swallow them whole
Death to the monsters shrieking in the mind
Of the man with whom tragedy and God are entwined,
Manipulating old words to invigorate youth
Death to the Poet, The Gypsy of Truth"