Bitter Mana: Someone Like YouBitter Mana: Someone Like You4 years ago in Romance More Like This
AN: The writer suggests listening to Adele's 'Someone Like You' while reading. Link in the description below.
Why did you leave me?
Was it something I said? You left so quickly, I remember blinding passion and smoldering kisses...then nothing.
Was it truly so meaningless to you?
I feel my heart splinter and crack as I watch you with her, the way she leans in close to hear you better above the other patrons of the Hanged Man...like I used to.
You smile and speak in velvet tones, her face telling me she soaks up your voice just as much as I did.
There was anger at first, I know, shocking isn't it? Still...I was very angry. I still am.
What is so wrong with me?
My current enemy is Bitterness. I taste it in my food and drink, it drips down my throat and I want nothing more than to be rid of it but it just clings to my soul even more.
Maybe I am jealous, but at the same time I think my feelings go deeper than common jealousy.
There was this connection between us, didn't you feel it?
Out of the DarkOut of the Dark4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
First, there was darkness...
Deep, deep underground darkness that stained everything it touched. It got in our hair, on our clothes, in our very souls. We could not escape it.
Days in the dark, months it seemed. A lifetime passed in the black as we crept through decayed tunnels crawling with foul, tainted creatures that had never seen the light of day.
I saw things no sentient being should ever witness...heard unspeakable evil as it seeped from the very rock beneath our feet. This was a realm of nightmares and devastation.
And now we are free...
I've placed the crown upon the next king of Orzammar, they will honor the treaties. I pray to the Maker that order will return to these dwarven lands, but my prayers are fading from my mind as I stare at the two doors leading to the surface.
Can I go back to the light? So much time in darkness...
I am not the same elf I was, she was innocent and at peace with life. I have seen far too much down in the Deep Roads, I know what true suffering is n
Odds and Ends: Welcome to the NormandyOdds and Ends: Welcome to the Normandy3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Well if you would just take the pain meds, Commander, it wouldn't hurt so much."
"Yea and then how would I explain to our newest crew member why I'm drooling all over myself and laughing at imaginary things?"
Chakwas sighed as she finished her stitches, slathering medigel on the wound to seal against infection. Stepping back she regarded her commanding officer closely.
"Alright I'm finished, now it's up to you Commander." Her gaze became stern, "You may escort Mr. Krios as he tours the ship, but as soon as you are done you are going to go up to your room and rest."
"No buts! That's an order."
Brina Shepard grabbed her shirt as she stood, storming towards the door, "Damn doctor sending me to my room, it's my fuckin ship!"
She ignored Chakwas's laughter as she stepped into the elevator, carefully slipping her shirt back on before she reached the CIC.
She found Jacob Taylor leaving the armory in a huff, the commander swearing under her breath as she we
Mass Effect: Playlist PairingsMass Effect: Playlist Pairings3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
1) Something More
For a moment in time, there are no threats to the galaxy. No rogue spectres, no collectors, no batarian space stations, no geth revolutionaries. Just him and her and the soft humming of the ship. It's unnerving for all the wrong reasons, but the lack of imminent death or dismemberment saps his will to respond.
And yet, they're out there. The comm blinks green with a message from the Alliance Military that they've both been ignoring for the past 23.8 hours. Reapers still loom in the distance. Loss still weighs heavy in their hearts.
There's always something out there. Something trying to tear them apart. Always something more trying to destroy them.
But for now, space drifts past the cabin window silently. The fish tank buzzes. The space hamster squeaks his wheel. Shepard snores lazily and shifts against him.
All is right an
ME3: Project GEMINI ch. 1ME3: Project GEMINI ch. 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
Title: Project Gemini
Game: Mass Effect 3
Pairing: M!ShepxKaidan + M!ShepxLiara
Disclaimer: Bioware owns everything, except any OC's I may include. Those are mine...
Kaidan chuckled as he shook his head.
"Glad to see you haven't changed that much, Joker." He said as he turned to leave.
"See you, Major." The pilot called as he walked away. It was nice to be around friends again, Kaidan thought. He walked down the corridor lined with monitors and control systems, his eyes following the tiny lights that flickered on the walkway. Slowly his smile faded and his mind drifted to a faraway place filled with recent memories. He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he didn't notice where he was going and walked straight into Specialist Traynor. He grunted loudly as they collided.
"Oh, Major Alenko! I'm so sorr-" she began but Kaiden cut her off with a smile.
"Hey, don't worry about it. It was totally my fault." He said with a grin, "Should pay more attention t
Guardian Angels: ComfortSnow crashed into the floor to ceiling windows of Port Hanshan. It was colder here than he was used to, the turian spoiled with perfect conditions on the Citadel.Guardian Angels: Comfort3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Garrus Vakarian leaned against the window's frame while he waited patiently for his commanding officer to find him. Mika Shepard was currently negotiating with the administrator for a pass into Peak 15. He did not envy her, just one look at the salarian told him the man was a complete bastard.
Liara was not far off, sitting on a bench across the room. The young asari had her head bent forward, eyes closed. She looked like the weight of the world was on her shoulders and his heart went out to the poor girl. It was her mother they were hunting after all.
There was a whisper of harsh swearing followed by the scent of jasmine and soon he was not alone at the window.
"How did it go?" He asked softly, smirking in his own way at the tall asian woman before him.
She was dressed in jet black combat armor, her lithe form seeming to rel
Strings of the Guitar,Notes from my HeartWhen Shepard entered the Starboard Observation Deck,she knew what she was about to find.And she was right.Kaidan was sitting at the couch waiting for her.However,what took Shepard by suprise was the instrument Kaidan was presiously holding in his hands.Strings of the Guitar,Notes from my Heart3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"A guitar?"Shepard said as she stepped in front of him,looking carefully the acoustic guitar Kaidan had in his legs.His hands playfully touched the strings,while a small grin appeared across the line of his face.
"Yep.It was a gift from my mother. It was my companion during BAaT.I remember sitting in the middle,all the other kids around me "Kaidan said a bit melancholic.Shepard was sitting next to him and threw a quick glance over the window.
"Was Rahna among them?"she asked him softly.Knowing that this incident was a black page for Kaidan,she gulped after doing the question.Stupidstupidstupid Kaidan looked at her,his brown eyes crashing into her green ones.
"Yes,she was and apparently she seemed impressed by my musician abili
Shadows and Sunsets: LateHe was late.Shadows and Sunsets: Late3 years ago in Romance More Like This
She had thought that in 3 weeks his timing would have improved
He was always late; she'd lost count of the restaurants she'd waited in until closing. It was embarrassing and painful.
She wasn't the kind of woman you kept waiting for long.
There were many admirers who would jump at the chance to dine with her and she figured it was high time Thane Krios knew that.
She'd gone home once it was obvious he wasn't going to show, opting to wait in her empty house with an expensive bottle of wine.
No surprise he'd managed to get inside without setting off the alarms.
She didn't turn around, holding the edge of her wine glass to her lips. It was her third glass and she knew if she finished this one she'd be nowhere near clear headed enough to deal with Thane. She looked out over the vast expanse of the Encompassing, watching the moonlight dance on the sea. It was peaceful, calming
He sounded out of breath, as if he'd been running. There was a steady
Shadows and Sunsets: Hummingbird HeartbeatThe floor to ceiling window was wide open, a dangerous thing for any drell.Shadows and Sunsets: Hummingbird Heartbeat3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was a warm night, free of rain, which was rare on Kahje.
The humid air filled the room, providing no relief for overheated scales but still she didn't close the window.
She liked to hear the ocean
Her golden colored hands skimmed over the paper, drawing stick firmly in hand as she continued sketching.
It was an architectural design, plans she hoped to make reality one day.
In Irikah's opinion, the temple of Arashu needed a major upgrade. The priests were hesitant to the idea, but she was certain they'd come around eventually. She wanted the best for her favorite deity.
Dropping her sketchbook she dragged her hands over her scalp, stretching the sore muscles in her neck as she stood.
She didn't even flinch, not bothering to turn to see who was standing in her window.
"I'll have you know I have no qualms about calling security." She dropped her art supplies into the dresser drawer, turning wi
I'm SorryI'm sorry I'm a failure.I'm Sorry6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm sorry my art isn't perfect.
I'm sorry I can't make it better.
I'm sorry I can't fix it all.
I'm sorry you don't seem to care.
I'm sorry your life is terrible.
I'm sorry I told you the truth instead of lying to your face.
I'm sorry you can't seem to see my good side.
I'm sorry I can't be perfect.
I'm sorry I couldn't lie to your face.
I'm sorry you had to cheat.
I'm sorry you always blamed me.
I'm sorry this isn't how you wanted it to end.
I'm sorry I'm not popular.
I'm sorry I don't know how to take an insult as a joke.
I'm sorry I can't talk behind your back.
I'm sorry I don't spread rumors.
I'm sorry I can't seem to please you.
I'm sorry you don't like my personality just because I'm shy.
I'm sorry you won't hang out with me because I'm not popular.
I'm sorry I'm not 'one of the crowd'.
I'm sorry I don't use people.
Feel better now?
flossing with razorblades.she'll wake up in the morning and stretch, but every boneflossing with razorblades.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in her body is screaming, 'no, no - you'll fall apart that way!'
and when she gets up to take her shower, she's so very
afraid that the water is going to run straight through her.
when she gets out, each time she dresses a little more slutty,
hoping that maybe one of these days someone will notice her.
as she prepares for each deadly day,
she brushes her teeth with cyanide and flosses with razorblades.
she's decided that it's the perfect way to chip away all the parts
about herself that she doesn't like.
[[which sadly, i must tell you, is all of her]]
each day she plays hopscotch across the main street.
every time she hears the angrily honked horns she
sighs relief at the fact she's still seen.
she leaves post-its all over her school,
each and every one whispers 'you are beautiful.'
she hopes that someone will get the message,
because lord knows she hasn't.
SomnambulistSomnambulist4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He still dreamed of it occasionally. Though not as often as he used to.
He had bits and flashes of the whole event that still ran through his mind when he'd least expected it, memories and vague recollections tucked away the way that an adult mind will try to hold onto the events of a person's childhood. He was, after all, an adult now. According to the years since his birth as well as the weeks since his Harrowing.
The thing was that Connor knew everyone knew what had happened to him. Very rare was the event that happened during the Blight where the Warden Commander of Ferelden was involved that didn't make the stories. The abomination that had nearly destroyed an entire Arling had been whispered about in all the really good gossiping corners the entirety of his Tower life.
Connor had known from a young age that who he was would afford him certain privileges. He was the son of arguably the most powerful Arl in all of Ferelden. Even King Maric himself had sought the aid of his
HackerHacker:Hacker7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
We live in a day and age where you can be who you want to be, and live how you want to live. We have a choice of skin deep masks to wear, to cover our flaws and become who we really want. You can, in a sense, reinvent yourself, simply by wearing that mask. But sometimes, the mask is more than skin deep. Sometimes it takes over.
You can call me Kit. My real name is of no importance. Where I live is not important, either. I live and breathe computers. I spend 95% of my time in my basement, and the only light comes from a small window in the upper left corner of the cold cement room. I do not leave my desk other than to drink, eat, or release what was previously consumed. I am not anti-social because I have to escape the bullying, although I was bullied when I was younger. I am anti-social because it is my job. I am a hacker for hire. I am the best in the country.
I am not your brothers friend from down the street. I have NEVER failed a client. I am
T,T,3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the world is full of monsters
from perth to timbuktu -
they bark, they growl, eat lobsters,
but none of them is you.
there's herbs down in the garden
that grandma puts in stew -
my dear, i beg your pardon,
but none of them is you.
there's billionaires that joggle
like monkeys at the zoo -
their heart's wearing a toggle,
but none of them is you.
there's plenty 6 foot tall men
whose love i can't undo -
Juanito, Freddy, Dhaval, Ben,
and all of them is you.
Deception of the PsycheThe woman awakens atop a bed of silken fabric, enveloped beneath a soft cover filled with the down of white geese. She rolls to the side, sighing contently. Her eyes flutter and fall upon the form of her companion, lying beside her. He also stirs. Rolling toward her, the chocolate-coloured hair that is normally pushed back falls haphazardly into his icy blue eyes. She reaches a hand out to brush the errant strands back out of his face and he smiles at her.Deception of the Psyche4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Good morning, my love," he says to her, his thick brogue resting on the 'r'.
"Ah, and a good morning it is. The sun is shining. I believe I can hear the birds chirping. And I wake to find you next to me," she replies.
"And where else would you expect me to be?" he questions, raising an eyebrow. He moves his hand to rest gently on her hip. She smiles coyly at his advance.
"Nowhere but here, my prince." She removes his hand from her hip and takes it into her own. He pulls her hand to his lips and gently brushes them against her knuckl
Tipico scorcio italianoTIPICO SCORCIO ITALIANO - ASPETTANDO IL VERDETipico scorcio italiano12 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
\"Remember when you were young... you shone like the suuuuuuun...\"
I soliti Pink Floyd nell\'autoradio cantano per l\'ennesima volta una delle loro migliori canzoni mentre un CBR mi sorpassa facendo voltare le ultrasessantenni in chiacchiera. I loro sguardi riflettono la sfiducia che ripongono nelle nuove generazioni. Tutto ciò è molto comico, sembra una scena presa da un film trash italiano.
E\' incredibile come in una piccola cittadina come la mia ci sia un traffico degno di una metropoli. Il sole di mezzogiorno poi ci sta come il cacio sui maccheroni.
Anche il senegalese seduto in terra che cerca di vendere i suoi CD falsi non è che se la passi tanto bene. Guarda per terra con occhi ammezzati, come se questo caldo gli ricordasse la sua Africa.
Rosso, ancora rosso.
Leggo una civetta fuori dall\'edicola: altre stragi familiari. Sant\'Iddìo. Vorrà pur dire qualcosa l\'aumento di tutte \'ste tragedie. Mah, meglio non pensarci. I
Good Morning, Beautiful. I was the first one to wake up. Huh. It was a bit bizarre. Cloud is usually the one to be up far before I am, but in the current case, it was rather the opposite. I had peeked one eye open, a ray of sunlight from our window that was half open shining into my eye. I groaned, flipping onto my other side to hide from dawns good morning. Unexpecinly, I bumped noses with my partner, and just glancing at the small smile pasted on his face as he slept was enough to make me smile as well. I kissed Clouds forehead, loving the warm skin under my lips. He was soft, like a tender child, but despite Clouds age, I knew that he was more complex than that. If I ever even thought of babying the 16-year-old, he would turn pink in the face and mumble, Youre an idiot under his breath. It was almost tempting, but like I had once been, Cloud was at the age where he was trying to provGood Morning, Beautiful.6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
ME Drabble -- AkuzeME Drabble -- Akuze3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She still has the dreams.
They are vivid enough that they wake her in the middle of her sleep. They disturb her enough that any hope of going back to sleep is lost and she has to get out of her rack and wander to calm her mind. The bright flashes of the fighting, the screeching of the thresher maws, the screams of her squad-mates … it all runs like a holo-movie through her mind even after Jeryn's stumbled into consciousness. It has been years since Akuze and she can still play through ever moment as if it were just days ago.
Sometimes she goes below deck to the lower hold and runs on the treadmill just to get some of the adrenaline to subside. Occasionally it helps, other times it doesn't. Once in a while it riles her up more when she finds her mind drifting to memories of sprinting for cover. Memories of trying to survive for just a few more minutes to buy the others time.
It didn't work, though.
The guilt weighs on her even when she doesn't let it show. It is
True lifeWhat is the different between lie and true, if lie is accepted as true and true as lie ...True life4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
InsanityInsanity7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To Maintain a Healthy Level of Insanity
1. At Lunch Time, You Sit In Your Parked Car With Sunglasses on and point a Hair Dryer At Passing Cars. See If They Slow Down.
2. Page Yourself Over The Intercom. Don't Disguise Your Voice!
3. Every Time Someone Asks You To Do Something, ask If They Want Fries with that.
4. Put Decaf In The Coffee Maker For 3 Weeks. Once Everyone has Gotten Over Their Caffeine Addictions, Switch to Espresso.
5. In the Memo Field Of All Your Checks, Write 'For Marijuana'
6. Finish All Your sentences with 'In Accordance With The Prophecy'.
7. Skip down the hall, Rather Than Walk!, and see how many wierd looks you get.
8. Order a Diet Water whenever you go out to eat, with a serious face.
9. Specify That Your Drive-through Order Is 'To Go'.
10. Sing Along At The Opera.
11. Put Mosquito Netting Around Your Work Area and Play tropical Sounds All Day.
12. Five Days In Advance, Tell Your Friends You Can't Attend Their Party Because You have a headache.
13. When T
Deliverance-Chapter 1Deliverance-Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She could almost feel the stares, but she didn't really care; her entire attention was focused on the screen before her. Absently, she thought she would have done better to take this incoming mail upstairs in her cabin, but it had been too late to do that the moment she read the opening line.
"We have someone you're familiar with "
Normally, she'd have dismissed the transmission at once, consider it a cruel, malicious joke or even a scam-there were a lot of those going round the extranet, after all-but she had instead read through it. And she was sure she had been staring at her screen for a goodly amount of time by now; given she normally didn't stand still for this long, it was no wonder people were getting concerned.
"Everything alright, Commander?" a hesitant voice finally asked and she blinked, recognizing it as her appointed assistant. She had been the one to point her to the unread message a few long minutes ago; she nodded, looking up, trying to seem as fo
Finding Strength ShepardxAlenko"You mean a lot to me Kaidan, I love you." Three years. Three absolutely agonizing years Kaidan had waited for Shepard to whisper those three simple words to him. As her hand brushed against his face and he looked into her eyes, she held nothing but affection and admiration for him. There had always been holding back, skirting around the idea, and light playful jokes about it. But when he finally had her sitting in his lap, their gazes locked in each other she finally let him know just how much she cared about him. There was nothing keeping her from him anymore, as he'd long abandoned his philosophy of leaving a way out as well. He no longer wished to be with anyone else, no one else would ever be able to fill him so completely the way Shepard did. He wanted to be hers and hers alone, he wanted to be the man she needed, the man she wanted. It was obvious that Shepard didn't actually need a man to protect her. She could handle herself against just about anything this galaxy could thrFinding Strength ShepardxAlenko3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Lost In The WoodsLost In The Woods4 years ago in Drama More Like This
My lungs are going to explode.
There is no other way to describe it. I need more air but they are incapable of delivering it.
I'm running. Running running running and I cannot stop, they will catch me. My bare feet slip across rain slicked leaves. I am in the forest, water drips from the ebony tendrils plastered to my head, neck, and shoulders. My robes are soaked, weighing me down. I slip off the thick outer layer and shiver, willingly surrendering my body to the cold.
They are after me.
Terror, fear, it is a stench that seeps from my soul to coat the land around me. I am sure they can sense it, they know this smell well, and the howls that pierce the air confirm it.
I am no longer a girl, a mage; I am not considered a person any more.
I am prey, I am the object of desire, and they want me to fall to watch as the mabaris' tear me to pieces.
I stumble over roots and fallen tree branches, my thin hands gripping tree trunks and plant vines. The rough bark scrapes my delicate flesh.