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Leeds is the first awake. Shadows of his dreams still echo in his eyes when he paces into the kitchen and startles her.
"You're too quiet." She smiles.
He doesn't. "Did you sleep?"
"I couldn't," she says.
He just nods. She pours him coffee. He drowns it in milk and sugar. They welcome the morning in companionable silence.
"I wanted to be there for him." It's a whisper. He stares at the coffee mug in his hands, seeing something very different. "I saw him get hit. I wanted to be there so bad. I would have gone in, but Vance held me back. Probably saved my life.
"Zack." He stops, almost overwhelmed, then forces himself to go on. "I would do anything for him. I would die for him. But I couldn't be there." His eyes are rimmed with tears.
She lays her hand over his.
Leeds wipes his face.
Fortitude And Faith“Nileas!” Ausrius bellowed again. He could find no trace of his fellow, even with his enhanced senses, and helmet overlay. No trace of the daemon either.Fortitude And Faith in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He surveyed the cavern again, slowly re-examining all the corners. He checked the load in his bolter, and advanced, weapon at the ready, continuing to scan in visible light, infrared, and wireframe overlay. The ripples and folds of the tunnel played tricks on the mind, casting odd shadows and concealing entire caverns behind seemingly solid formations of stone.
“Nileas,” he voxed again. “Brother, do you copy?” Likewise the dense rock played havoc with the vox net. He had no contact with his squad commander, or Imperial forces on the surface, and, up until a quarter-hour ago, only intermittent contact with his battle brother, and that plagued by static. Now it seemed that too was gone.
Apple and CinnamonApple and Cinnamon in General Fiction More Like This
Apple and Cinnamon
a Mahou Shoujo Madoka Magica fanfiction
by Sakura Rurouni
For Rosenal's KyouMami contest
"It is a truth universally acknowledged that a young girl in possession of magical powers must be in want of a frilly outfit."
"Oh, bullshit, Mami-san. I know that reference and it does NOT say that."
"Well, it does now." I made no effort at all to conceal my grin as I lifted the frilly garment into sight. Tomoyo, eat your heart out.
She visibly blanched, moving backwards on instinct. "W-what is that... that... abomination?!"
"This," I replied, trying to emphasize how very generous I am being, "is your uniform for the evening. Take it. Embrace it. Wear it in expectation of two days in the future."
"You're taking advantage of my desperation!" She objected, coming closer now, wincing as she took in every frilly detail.
I shrugged. "Yes, and? Beggars cannot be choosers, Sakura-san."
"But whyyyyyyy?" She was doing her best to look tragic. Little did she know that
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"Kyouko, open up."
Her mouth opened in a yawn. I forked a piece of french toast, covered in a slight sheen of maple syrup, and held it over her mouth as she yawned, letting the syrup drip down onto her tongue.
She paused for a moment, then her eyes opened wide. "That was sugar."
"I brought you breakfast in bed," I said as I sat by her side, smiling. "Good morning."
"You are the greatest," The redhead replied as she took the tray I had in my hands and placed it on her own lap, plate of french toast and all. Now that she was sitting up and wide awake, I stood up and pulled open the curtains.
The sun had already made some progress across the sky. It was already ten in the morning, and way later than I would have normally been around. Kyouko must have noticed, but she was too busy scarfing down french toast to ask me immediately.
"Mami-san," she began, licking the syrup off of her fingertips. "Why are you still here, anyway?"
TES - Why does the Dunmer cross the road jokeWhy does the Dunmer cross the road?TES - Why does the Dunmer cross the road joke in Humor More Like This
We pretend to have interviewed some eminent minds in order to answer this question.
If the Dunmer walks five miles in one hour it will take him precisely two seconds and a third of a second to cross the road.
The road is one-way only and I await at the end of it.
Hmm, I like nasty Dunmers...
We all have to cross the road to open our mind to more knowledge but shall not step away from the path of wisdom.
The Dunmer goes where the wind blows and no road will tell him where to walk.
He must be looking for some fertile grounds to plant some seeds...
Luck may be found at every crossroad... or not!
Surely this is one more questing Dunmer adventurer, may his courage be rewarding.
Roads were made to be followed or crossed, the Dunmer deals the road his own way.
Wondrous plains of green grass, and may the moths pass.
What's the point of making up some plot if
TES - Fiery Mountain Bold(Two Songs of King Wulfharth)TES - Fiery Mountain Bold in General Fiction More Like This
The Ash King
Far under the fiery mountain bold
To dungeons deep, and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the heart of our god
Dwarves of Resdayn made migthy spells,
Blade and hammer ringing like bells,
In places deep, where the dead sleep,
In the darkness of sixteen hells.
For peace with the Chimeri lords,
They gave two gleaming golden hoards,
They smithed with sound, and souls they bound
To wed lovers wielding twin swords.
But when the dwarves found a new faith,
They laughed in the Moon-and-Star's face.
With brass and songs in twisted tongues,
Built a golem and their own death.
Far under the fiery mountain bold
To dungeons deep, and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To claim our long-regretted god.
Then came the Devil of Dagoth
He spoke and said "Hear news I brought,
That in the dark, glimmers a spark,
By Dwemer hands, soon to be caught."
The Nords asked what treason this was,
Sam Dies at the End - 55.3 The final form.Battery Park. The sun was setting and bathing the towering monster with a red, dying light. Behind the beast the sky was already dark.Sam Dies at the End - 55.3 The final form. in General Fiction More Like This
Max climbed a smoking pile of rubble that was blocking the way. He felt so tired he was actually becoming sluggish. But he couldn’t afford that. He had no idea what he was doing, but he felt a desperate need to do something. At the top of the pile he saw Sam’s back. The muscles were rippling with strange movement, and a purple glow was coming out of the parts of his body that were translucent. Max lost his footing and tumbled down the pile, narrowly avoiding being impaled by a rusty rod. He rolled down and stopped his fall with his sprained hand. He cried out and cursed Cocky once again. But there would be time for that later. Or maybe not.
Max got up and turned around to see Sam face the giant batteries. Why are those things even there, Max thought, and started running as fast as he could. Not fast enough, however. Sam lifted his arms and t
Sam Dies at the End - 53.8 Magic.The climb was the hardest part of the journey. Once up, however, it soon turned into a Gigerian nightmare. Weird organs pulsing and throbbing were attached to the walls or partially blocking the way.Sam Dies at the End - 53.8 Magic. in General Fiction More Like This
“Uuuuh,” Cocky complained, shivering. “I feel watched.”
“Was that supposed to be a joke?” Max purposefully made a detour to avoid a jelly-like blob that displayed a dozen or so eyes. They blinked in turn, like a LED light.
“Yes. Laugh,” Cocky said, deadpan.
“It IS funny,” Max said, “considering that I have actually felt watched since I escaped the pools of acid.”
“Not me. I was too busy trying to escape certain death. Say, what the Dickens is that? Do you know?”
Max turned to see. “Looks like cellophane. I’m not surprised. Sam is really too impatient to unwrap anything. We will probably also find all the chewing gum he has swallowed in the last seven years… wait.”
Cocky turned quick
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But joining it are fragile beings of its own,
Containing each a pattern found it in alone.
Could such perfection ever on its own arise?
Or must the detailed harmony that each supplies
Be fashioned by a master craftsman in the skies?
But no such craftsman can be found within their storm,
For only simple laws to which its clouds conform
Are seen to cut the facets of their product's form.
In place of architect is found this sightless force
That every peerless pattern follows in its course,
With nothing but the laws of nature as their source.
And what of this complexity? Is not it found
That chaos cannot generate a form so sound?
And in the squall where ragged wind and cloud abound,
Is not the ruling power one of anarchy?
Would not a perfect product of such forces be
In violation to the law of entropy?
Within the tempest's hidden world of physic laws,
An order that exists in freezes and in thaws
Is sacrificed to cause what
Uncle James and the 2,000 PearsUncle James and the 2,000 Pears in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It is an old Christmas tradition in my family to give one's relatives gifts from Harry and David, a mail-order food company. In accordance with this tradition, in December of 1992, my parents placed an order to send my father's brother James's family a box of about 20 of Harry and David's gourmet high-quality Royal Riviera pears. A week later, we received a bill for $3,129.47.
Despite Harry and David's claims that their Royal Riviera pears were unlike any others in the world, this price seemed rather steep for a box of pears. My mother called the Harry and David headquarters on the telephone to ask why our box of pears had cost more than three thousand dollars. After checking her records, the company representative responded that Harry and David was currently shipping to my Uncle James's Atlanta home 113 boxes of their gourmet high-quality pears.
The company representative believed my mother that she had not in fact intended to have 2,000 pears sent to a suburba
Learn to loveLearn to love in Short Stories More Like This
She collapsed onto the bed beside him, her head resting in the hollow below his shoulder. Her legs bent, lifted from the bed as she sighed. His arm wrapped around her, holding her safely against him. She smiled, looking up at him as he spoke, his hold tightening occasionally as they lay together. She'd always loved when they could do this. Lay on his bed together and forget the world while they shared their problems.
They understood each other; their words, their actions. It all made sense in a way neither could comprehend and neither would give up. She rolled, curling into his body as they continued to talk, relaying their days, as was usual for the two. Not able to help herself, she smiled and kissed his cheek gently before nuzzling into his neck.
He chuckled but leaned into the touch, resting his lips against her hair as she stayed curled into his body. They continued to lay in silence after they'd finished purging their emotions, content to lay in silence, the last words they'd spo
Death ~ A rant by Josh WilkersonWell. Here I am again. Sitting alone at lunchtime. Glaring at all the happy kids around me, sitting their groups. Surrounded by their friends.Death ~ A rant by Josh Wilkerson in Drama More Like This
Heh. Screw that.
I like my privacy. And to be honest, people suck. Totally. Who really wants to be surrounded by those idiots? No way. Give me a good book any day. At least they don't talk back and annoy me. I mean, c'mon. If I wanted to talk to people, I would. Just because you happen to be near me, doesn't mean you have to open your trap and make friends.
I don't know why I even bother. It's not like you'll even take any notes from this. You'll ignore it like always. Everyone always does. But, whatever. It's not like I need your approval .
Really, I just can't wait to get away from this mob of brain-dead idiots. Back to my safe haven. Nestled among the musty pages of a good book. The Library: home of all the places in the world, and distant from the... well.. tools.
Seriously. The things you find in books.. Hell, they're better than this
How to be a True Fan1. Merch Does the object of your obsession have merchandise? Yes? Good. Make it your job to own every available piece of it. If you don't own every piece of available merchandise, you aren't complete. In fact, you won't have a functioning life because there will be a large gaping hole in your chest where that missing merchandise should be. The hole will be so mind-rendingly large that your mother, your best friend, your car, your dog, not even your smoking hot girlfriend will be able to fill. Also, the hole and stinking lumps of meat that surround it will be gradually eaten by the nastiest of flies until you do find something to plug it up with.How to be a True Fan in Editorial More Like This
And cement will not work.
Make it your job to become a next-gen treasure hunter and send yourself on a never-ending quest to acquire all existing bits of said merchandise to plug that hole before the fly eggs do. Yes, even the Japan-release only ones.
2. In the Beginning A true fan must also have been alive wh
How To Write YaoiToday, we're going to show you how to write The Greatest Thing to ever happen evar.How To Write Yaoi in Editorial More Like This
Yaoi. Since it's a known fact that all female characters are vastly inferior to the male ones, none of them are suitable to be shipped with a male character. In fact, they can all go lez in a corner. No. This is going to be about yaoi. The greatest thing to evar happen evar of all time. Because we could never let a woman soil the true and pure love between a man and another man. And nothing is more sacred than that.
1. Tops and Bottoms As a rule, all yaoi couples must have a certified top and bottom (or uke and seme for you Japan types). NO EXCEPTIONZ1111!! You're either top. Or bottom. Period. The end. No exceptions. That's how all relationships work. And if you're relationship isn't like that, then there's probably something wrong with you. Or you're a woman. Then there's definitely something w