Mass Effect: Demons - Part 1Chapter I: AwakeningMass Effect: Demons - Part 14 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Shepard? Are you awake?"
Kelly Chambers' voice was an unwelcome sound in the middle of the night, rousing Shepard from slumber. Although she actually wasn't so unhappy about it. She had one of these nightmares again, which bothered her ever since Cerberus brought her back to life.
Only herself out in the cold darkness of space, desperatly fighting for air, but ultimately drifting away through the Normandy's burning wreckage down into the atmosphere of Alchera. It was always the same, almost every night. And then, when she loses consciousness in her dream, she wakes up, slightly shivering and dripping in sweat.
Only slowly did Shepard raise her head out of the pillows on her bed and took a brief look at the clock: 04:12 am. She tried to reach the panel on her night table to answer the call, nearly pushing a glass down to the floor while fumbling around.
Now i am," she mumbled after hitting a button on it. W
Dragon Age: Progeny Ch. 12The King rather enjoyed his early morning exercise. Sparring with his newest squires, Ronan and Kevan, made him recall those years he had spent training to become a templar. Although, he reminded himself with a devious grin, he was decidedly lacking where discipline was concerned.Dragon Age: Progeny Ch. 125 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The twelve-year-old twins, fresh from the court at Waking Sea, had been very reserved around their king at the beginning, all wide eyes and silent tongues. They could scarce believe that one who had killed an archdemon and fought darkspawn could be a person, let alone a human being. Alistair ensured that did not carry on for very long: Their first midnight raid of the kitchen, liberating a feast that had the cook crowing the next morning that they had been robbed, broke the ice and bonded them. They adored him now as they might a beloved, much older brother. Training was punctuated with low chuckles and shouts of encouragement, instead of the constant badgering and berating Alistair had endured as a prospecti
Halo: --Halo: -9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rachel screamed as a wave of plasma hit the street, vaporizing everything it its path. The buildings to either side were in flames or completely gone. Dead bodies covered the ground and the air was thick with smoke. The Covenants attack had been sudden and caught the citizens off guard. On the street chaos reigned. Covenant troops were dropping to the ground from the countless dropships that filled the sky while people were running, yelling desperately as they tried to escape the merciless slaughter. Sydney was slowly being overrun.
The girl gagged as the foul smell of burning flesh filled her nostrils. Her eyes watered and she struggled to breath through the smoke that hung heavy in the once clear air. Terror overwhelmed her mind when she saw a person nearby fall to his knees as an Elite rounded the corner, plasma rifle in hand. Rachel could do nothing but watch as the warrior fired its weapon, killing the man with a well placed shot to the head. Tearing her eyes from the horr
Ezio's family OST- my take.The Tuscan summer is beginning once more: the longest day of the year is coming to an end, and music from the annual festival sounds afar. Like every Sunday, they have been enjoying a day out together.Ezio's family OST- my take.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
- Now, it is time for a story. But today I am going to tell you a very a special one - as he starts talking, even the birds go silent.
- Giovanni Auditore met Maria Mozzi at her bakery. They were made for each other and immediately fell in love Giovanni left his hometown, Monteriggioni, and they moved to Florence shortly after they married. The couple had four children: Federico, the elder, would become a courteous and handsome young man, very protective of his family. Ezio was born next; he was spirited and vivacious, and he seemed to have a special talent for putting himself into trouble. Claudia, the only girl, inherited the temper of her father and the idealism of her mother. And Petruccio, the youngest boy, was a dreamer he was meant to be the artist of the family -
Halo: Invasion - Chapter IHalo: Invasion - Chapter I5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A lone Pelican dropship flew westward across barren cliffs. A few wild animals scattered as it approached, intimidated by the roar of its engines. To the north cumulonimbus clouds brewed, but the impending thunderstorm was not Colin's concern.
From the copilot's seat, Colin-Z957 could see the silhouettes amongst the clouds: UNSC frigates and Covenant cruisers, engaged in battle high above the plains. The air between the conflicting craft was filled with 50mm high-explosive rounds and bolts of contained plasma. While no lightning had yet struck, the skies already flashed as the storm of war covered the planet.
Such was the scene all over Reach. The defending force of the United Nations Space Command was stretched thin, both across the planet's surface and in its orbit, trying desperately to fend off the alien invaders.
It had all happened so quickly. A massive Covenant armada dropped out of slipspace at the edge of the system, then immediately advanced, picking off the orbital defenses
Elysium...You sleepElysium...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the silence
within your breathing
I think of you
deep inside me
that was meant
to be loved
that were hidden
yet always saved
savoring sweet elixirs
my natures honey
to quench a thirst
the force of you
and I rise
upon an altar
at heavens stars
to bring your light
into the flowing caverns
I never thought I would get there
until I fell in love
rape no2He rapes a young girlrape no210 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tears her world apart
She tries to get justice
To mend her broken heart
He says that he loves her
Says don't you worry
And she goes and screams
Please help me daddy
No one hears her screams
Muffled by his moans
Now all her inside
Just turn to stone
An innocent young girl
A young 13 year old
A stupid mother fucker
Who thinks his dick is gold.
Republic Commando ChroniclesI sat there .my DC-17 all ready to go, my kit was ready, Sarge had briefed us, our mission was to head to Mygeeto to destroy this droid facility, we were supposed to pave the way for Aki Mundis and his contingent to take over the planet. Little did we know this mission had a very low survival rate.Republic Commando Chronicles8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
12 hrs prior.
We were awakened from sleep to be briefed on this new mission. My old unit had been destroyed on Geonosis, and well I was to be re assigned. The name is Don I was Code Named Reaper for my incredible Sniper Skills, I took out the leader of the Geonosian Contingent on route to our mission LZ from an LAAT Gunship, I was given a medal of valor for my efforts. But my unit was destroyed on the mission, I lost my brothers, due to a EMP grenade which shut down our HUDs so we were unable to communicate with one another, the droids came out of no where, they were quick and fast, I had just barely made it out. Before the cave walls came crashing down crushing my legs and the re
Sofia's diary- 19 Aug 1511-III-The market is not that far away, and I just need a few things. I don't need you to come with me, Ezio Kartal can be a bit overprotective sometimes-Sofia's diary- 19 Aug 1511-III4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I cover my head with a scarf and take my purse and a bag when I realise Messere Auditore has already opened the door of the bookshop for me.
Constantinople is beautiful at late afternoon. We are still in summer, but at this time of the day the temperature is going down and the streets are emptier, so it is much more enjoyable.
-This city is really incredible so many styles, so different to anything I have seen before -
Ezio is admiring the beautiful buildings, and his serious expression reminds me of my father. How he loved architecture! He spent hours studying the buildings of the city (especially if they were climbable). I smile.
-Byzantium, Constantinople, Istambul. Greeks, Romans, Ottomans. The different layers of culture are visible at all levels, are they not?-
He nods and we turn the corn
Bowerstone South - Fable Garret could blame his childhood for his terrible habit of walking barefoot. No matter the weather, his father never made him wear shoes. Oh, his mother would complain if he went about in the snow and the rain without at least a pair of socks, but his father would put her down with an easy, Hes not stupid. If it gets too cold hell come inside. And he always did come inside, but only after hed thoroughly soaked himself down to the bone, squashing in the mud and stomping out bugs in his mothers vegetable garden. Sometimes, when it was nice out, he would walk up and down the rows of corn without any shoes, practicing picking up things with his toes, like fallen cobs ravaged by dogs and hungry children, and popping them in his mouth (he still had the odd habit, and made a joke of drinking his ale with his feet in familiar taverns, earning him some extra gold now and again, and a few good friends).Bowerstone South - Fable8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Beautiful Stranger +1+Beautiful Stranger +1+9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Julia scanned the horizon. The heat shimmer made it look like the entire desert was melting into one enormous tawny puddle. She sipped from her canteen, making a face at the warm, metallic taste of the water. Despite the dull pain in her lower back and the headache brought on by staring through the endless glare, she kept quiet. She was not some fragile flower to be pampered by the men. Julia was a scholar, a researcher, a soon-to-be professor here in Egypt on a foundation grant. She would tough it out as her fellow anthropologists had done so before her. Her khaki pants and shirt were hardly the height of London fashion, but they were far more practical. She'd even accepted the pistol Mr. Collins insisted she wear holstered on her belt. He'd drilled her in its use until he was satisfied she'd shoot nothing but her target.
She'd met Samuel Collins in the museum last week while she was surveying the Tuareg jewelry on display. She tried to ask one of the museum staff where she might find
The Encounter Part 3The Encounter Part 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
NOTE: this part of the story is in first person from Heath's perspective, I have not finished changing the further chapters to third person perspective yet.
Links: Part 1; Part 2; Part 4.
Part 3: Footprints
Dr. Troy drove me home, where he told my parent about my "fall", I said nothing and just went along with it, I wasn't going to start talking about dragons and have them take me into hospital thinking I'd gotten brain damaged or something.
Confined to the house for the rest of the day and Sunday, my Mum making me "rest", I just milled about and tried to get my homework done, which is kind of hard to do when you've got something else quite as big as a dragon on your mind. Especially a girl dragon.
S.T.A.B. M.E. TEASER CHAPTERS.T.A.B. M.E. TEASER CHAPTER4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Late one evening, a man sat in his office at a desk absently signing some paperwork. The small lamp next to him provided just enough light for him to see what he was signing. He was forfeiting his ownership of a building that was left to him in his father's will. His father's words in the will instructed that he should continue running the establishment as a boarding school, but the man grew up there under his father's strict rules. He did not want a part of it. He hated the place and he hated the memories. He tried selling the old school, but nobody wanted to buy it. It was too large for a house, but too small for a hotel. The man had spent a good year and a half trying to find a Real Estate agent that was actually helpful, but had no luck. So, as a last resort, he was just going to abandon the building.
The man loosened the collar of his crinkled, white shirt as he continued reading the will. He never really noticed how messy his father's handwriting was until now. Most children grow
Helen and Heath - Part FiveHelen and Heath - Part Five4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Links: Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4.
Part 5: Meeting "Dad".
After meeting Helen properly for the first time, from then on I went out to the forest pretty much every weekend to meet up with Her. I told my parents I was just going for a walk or going to the library to read up on something, both were pretty in-character for me so they didn't think much of it. Helen and I would sit and talk about things -- I'd tell her about my week mainly and she'd listen, she didn't say much in return though, even when I tried to prompt her she'd still not say much. Sometimes I'd bring her a book to borrow, or we'd look for bits of branch t
Just George.How does it feel when half of you dies? Id never thought about it before. Id never wanted to. Id been afraid to. And it had seemed so unlikely to happen that I had never let the idea cross my mind. Even when people I knew were taken from this life in a split second of a moment- when Id scraped, millimetres away from death myself- I didnt let myself consider the thought. What would happen, what it would be like. And then suddenly, in less time than the second it takes to blink, he was gone.Just George.7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Fred and George Weasley. Fred and George. George and Fred.
The Weasley twins, Fred and George.
And now for the rest of my life. It was just George.
Id seen him every single day of my entire life. Every day. Not one exception. And now I was never going to see him again.
Im sitting on my bed, in our old bedroom. Glancing across the room where his own, identical bed was, I remember a year or two ago, where wed spent our entire summer in th
Slow Me Down"What the hell, Annabelle?!" Jane shrieks.Slow Me Down4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I'm sorry! I know! I'm in trouble, so go ahead and punish me. I don't care anymore. I give up!" I throw my self limply face-first into the couch and groan into the cushions.
"Dont give up!"
I lift my head. "Too late. I already did. I've... accepted the fact he doesn't love me and wouldn't love me. And even if he did by some chance have feelings for me back then, he's clearly over me." I lay my head back down.
"And you're okay with that?"
"No, but I can accept it."
"Isn't that the same thing?"
Jane yanks me into a sitting position and forces me to look her in the eye. "Well, I'm not going to accept this. Do I need to drag you down there myself? I will! Don't think I wouldn't! I'm so tired of this!"
"Tired of what?"
She gestures to me. "You! I love you Annabelle. You know that. I love you like you're one of my own children, so I absolutely hate to see you so... so... so miserable!"
I spit out the lie automatically, "I am not misera
Almost EMOAlmost EMOAlmost EMO7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am no longer my cheerful self
I never will be again, forever and ever
Lost in the ebon abyss of my seething selfloathing
I will be alone in my darkness until the end of time
Empty & abandoned, not loved nor missed
I'll rot away in this emotional prison
Forever, I swear
No wait...hold on a second
Ok, I'm better now
Like This is the Last TimeExhausted.Like This is the Last Time4 years ago in Romance More Like This
That's what I am, sprawled on my back on the soft couch in my living room, unable to sleep in my own bed. I don't usually have nightmares. And I definitely don't cry. I'm the big ball of warm sunshine on the team and if I stop smiling, they'll know shit is up. I haven't had a nightmare in years but I just did tonight and it's the worst I've ever had.
To keep it simple, Dick died.
The mere sight of his small body, limp and lifeless on the ground before me, killed me inside. I wouldn't be able to hold or touch or kiss or hear him ever again. It hurt so much that not only did I cry in the dream, but in reality as well. I woke up to a cool, wet feeling on my cheek and when I looked, my pillow was soaked through completely. That's scary. In more ways than one. Every time I close my eyes I see it, clear and fresh and torturing.
I hear something creak open, quiet footsteps, and in the next few seconds Dick appears from around the corner dressed in his large T-shi
Tell Me, Tell MeMy alarm clock was not to scream for another twenty minutesTell Me, Tell Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The serene world beyond my windowsill brought me to life
The lonely trees tormented by night embrace the gentle zephyr
And the sun is already setting on this too-old morning of new
There has been too much thinking and worrying to be done
She is leaving, she does not care, and she is moving on
Life passes me by faster than hourglass sand
Eroding stone in an eternal stream
After escaping and fleeing for miles
I breakdown and the tears fall again
Weakness in my knees is forever present
She can still pin me down, render me useless
She wields the power to destroy my world
She can tear my heart out with a simple exhale
Every spoken word I cherish forever
Every branded memory I keep in a little box
Holding on and holding back
Tell me why I am still breathing
Show me who I am at last
And who I have become
I have no home to return to
The only comfort I know is her
And forever could never be enough
So tell me, tell me
Everything I could
THE RAPE...He ripped off my cloths as I screamed and yelled "NO",THE RAPE...9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he laid on top of me as I whispered, "please let me go"
scared as hell, shakin like a leaf on a tree,
still tryin to figure out why this is happenin to me.
He put his hand over my mouth as I tried to kick and fight,
not knowing what to do, so I drew blood with a bite.
He put a pillow over my face and pushed down with force,
he entered my love nest, with no kind of remorse.
Crying out for help, I felt so much pain,
knowing from this point on, my life would not be the same.
He's all done now, walking out the room with no shame,
this man took my virginity and didn't even know my name.
I stand up and I watch the blood run down my thighs,
confused, pissed, I can feel hatred come across my eyes.
Thirteen years old and I'm already contemplating murder,
how could he do this to me, I'm probably the same age as his daughter,
I fall down and ball up on the floor,
I want to kill this man, but I can't bring myself to walk out that door,
I lay t
BrokenBroken4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's a knife in your hand and I watch warily from where I'm trapped.
You saunter closer to me, cooing that you'll never harm me; I drink up every word like a thirsty man.
You bring the knife up closer to me and I react; you just say everything will be fine.
Yet again, I believe your lies.
The blade cuts into my skin and I cry out; you press your finger to my lips and mutter that I'll enjoy this.
You continue to cut until you open my chest wide enough to reach inside and rip my heart out.
You pull back and we look at it feverously pumping in your hand.
A twisted smile dawns your mouth and you squeeze; I scream in pain and you continue to do so, adding your knife to the mix.
Finally, you have enough and toss my broken h
FearlessSometimes, when Im alone, and it's just me, my imagination, and the shadows on my bedroom walls, I wonder what it's like to be unafraid of heights.Fearless5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wonder what it would be like to shoot for the moon and not be afraid to land among the meteor showers and dying stars.
To climb a mountain buried in a flurry of cold, alabaster snow that melts on your tongue and lands in your hair as you enjoy the view.
But I, I am not able to enjoy the view.
For I am cautious.
I am sidestepping avalanches and dodging shooting stars.
I am the one putting shades over ice blue eyes when my rocket lands too close to the sun.
I'm measuring the distance I will fall when the moon is no longer full and visible.
Im staring into lonely onyx skies and wishing on summer nights and fireflies.
Im watching dreamers and small children holding shiny red balloons with chocolate-stained fingers and grass-stained knees.
Silently, I will myself to be more like them, as their smiles burst on sun-kissed faces and erupt into la