Rory the WelderIf I had t'figure 'bout where things started goin' downhill, it'd probably a-been the day I showed up at work smellin' like cheap whiskey. See, first of all, I weren't even THAT drunk by the time I got there, and second, it weren't THAT cheap. The whiskey. See, that's when they fired me, the bastards.Gets worse though, 'cause then they called the pigs what came 'round and picked me up for drinkin' and drivin' when I went and tried to leave the plant. That's bullshit, I was just drivin'. I hadn't had a drink in two hours at that point!Anyways, I had some money squirelled away, and an over abund.. Abun-dunce? Dance? Feckit, a lot of free time after that, and figured I may'swell start tryin' to get into one o'my favorite sports to watch. You ever see someone throw a pumpkin eight hundred yards? With a giant chunk of machinery they done built themselves?I have, and boy howdy, I were gonna do it my ownself if it killed me.Only too me 'bout ways a month to get my Pumpkin' Slayin' Machine
Shiny in the AfterlightHonestly, I think most of the reason we still use them is 'cause they're shiny. Some of them are. Okay, they CAN, occasionally be shiny, if you work at it. It's not like they're actually worth anything these days, not after the economic break down, the global riots, and the general depopulation of the planet. The people who set their worth have long disappeared.The littler ones are my favourite. They polish up to a warm, shiny copper, but most of them are black and green. I don't really know why I collect them, when I could be using them to trade for food, but I do. Maybe I'm part raven? Ha! That'd be the day... Can you imagine it? Growing great black wings and flying above it all?Almost a shame there were no mutagenic viruses or radiation-induced mutations. Really, once the riots quieted down, the human race just sort of... Faded out. Still here, but not in the numbers we once had. What does this have to do with the coins?Nothing, that's what. And that's exactly what they're worth.
ICE - WIPIt seemed that no matter where you went, how far you flew, or what planet you were on, everyone had something in common. Many would say that Crime and Religion were the two most notable examples, but Martin Barsona had to disagree. No, by far the biggest similarity was what he was currently suffering through: Elevator music was universally bad.I really hope the job is worth the music...Rona shook his head and leaned against the opulently padded wall. The music might sound like dirt, but Braxis Corp. did not skimp on anything else. Even the express elevator was richly appointed. The carpet came up to the freelancer's ankles, and doubled as inertial dampening. The floor they were going to was about a mile and a half from the ground floor lobby, the elevator itself traveled dizzyingly fast to cover the distance. Everything was in tones of red and gold, gaudy as all hell. Rona was pretty sure the little alcove on the right was actually a drink dispenser, but he decided not to test.Five
12-6 - Karl's Story :WIP:As a child, he came from the lowest social rung, even among peasantry. As one of the youngest children in a family of fishmongers in a sleepy fishing village in an out-of-the-way barony, he quickly learned to pull his weight... and more quickly when best to slack off. His family was illiterate, all were unclean, but as only one or two of the villagers could read, and all felt bathing was what you did when you fell in the water after the nets, they did not stand out.Life wasn't easy, but it was never overly hard for the child. Until the year he turned twelve. It was around that time that rumors of pirates and raiders began circulating the neighboring villages, but in the manner of all who have been untouched by war or crime greater than the occasional adulterer or drunken brawl, all were secure that such things could never happen to them.What a surprise when it did. The raiders had struck at night and Karl had been brought aboard their ship. He'd been set to swabbing decks as soon as
12 - 4 April - Sarah KaydanHer breath echoed hollowly in the vacuum suit as the respirator worked imperceptibly harder to draw and scrub the excess carbon-dioxide. Her pulse had quickened with her breathing, as adrenaline flashed through her blood, causing her to almost shake with a combination of excitement and fear. She shifted her weight slightly, and her left boot knocked a stone off the edge of the cliff. At the top of the mountain, the thin atmosphere of the planet was practically nonexistent, and only the barest of breezes swirled the lightest of dust atop the plateau. A scant ten meters below the rim and that all changed. Powerful winds blew above a semi arctic ocean below, winds that had worn away the mountain's base until it more closely resembled a mushroom. The surface of the stalk was deceptively smooth in appearance, but she had found every little nook and cranny to make the four mile, mostly vertical climb. Sure, she could have taken a shuttle to the top, but that wouldn't have been th
12 - 3 March - Dragons PearlWhen objects would fall from the stars to land in the sea, most of the denizens of the salty waters would vacate the area, finding the great noise and disruption, heat and poisonous murk not to their liking. Even the lowest of beings, those that could do nothing but follow their instincts, knew better than to investigate. Most, but not Lira. All of dragon kind were creatures of great curiosity, but she was far more than that.Even as a pupling fresh from the egg, she questioned everything about her. It was Lira who led the pack of juveniles that would sneak out of the nests and into more dangerous waters, and more often than not, it was Lira who would be dragged by her tail out of danger. That she survived into adulthood surprised no few of the elders. That she did so with her curiosity intact surprised no one at all.And so it was that something large fell from the sky, not many moons after the young dragoness had grown to adulthood. When all sensible life was fleeing, it was Lira who
Love itI feel your hands in my hair.I feel your breath on my neck.I feel your body pressed so close to mine.I feel your lips on my throat.I feel your hands move to my back and your lips work their way up to mine.I feel you and I love it.I hear you say you love me.I hear you whisper my name.I hear you tell me I'm the only one for you.I hear your breath in my ear.I hear your soft snores as I fall asleep.I hear you and I love it.I see you as I run into your arms.I see your face break through my world of darkness.I see you fight away my fears.I see you wipe away my tears.I see you're in love with me.I see you and I love it.I taste your lips.I taste your tongue.I taste your throat as I kiss it.I taste your love.I taste your passion.I taste you and I love it.I smell your colone as I hold you.I smell your shampoo as I hug you.I smell your toothpaste as I kiss you.I smell your excitement as you cuddle me.I smell the smell I've been waiting so long to smell.I smell you and
Thomarie - Marie X Thomas Acto 1, parte1Thomarie- Marie x ThomasActo 1: (Los Dos) Destino ~ A menos que nos veamos14 años después
en Neo VeronaEn la plaza principal de Neo Verona donde esta una estatua de Ferb Montesco estaban muchos guardias con una niña amarada y gritando ella y llorando por ello. Casi todo el pueblo veía esa escena.Niña: MAMA!!!!!!!!Madre: DEJENLA IR!!!!!!Niña: No soy esa persona, no se nada de los capuletos.Guardia1: Cállate.Mama: QUE HIZO ELLA ¡!!!!!Pueblo: Si es cierto, ¿ es tan tarde para ella?, ¡¿Qué fue lo que hizo!?Guardia1: ¡¡¡¡¡CALLENSE!!!!!Guardian2: ella puede ser la niña de los Capuleto ósea la sobrevivienteLuego el guardia 2 saca una notaGuardia 2: en este pedazo de papel tengo el testimonio que nos dio un buen ciudadano que ella puede que sea la sobreviviente de los Capuleto.Mama: ¡¡¡¡¡¡ SON PURAS PATRAÑAS, Y MENTIRAS!!!!!!Guardia2: LLEVENSELA
GraffitiI want to spray your name on the wall,Fluorescent colours in bold,Neon paint on society,A symbol of alternative love.I want to etch your initials on the bench,Encased in a tilted heart,Skewed letters scratched on skin,A symbol of everlasting love.I want to draw your smile on the sand,Vulnerable to the foaming tide,Crudely drawn on soft powder,A symbol of fragile love.I want to sew your heart on mine,The ultimate bonding of souls,Embroidery loops stitched on blood,A symbol of united love.
BriannaBriannaI never thought i would feel this way,I hope to touch your soft hands in May.Words so over used, but they seem just right,to say to you, they feel so light.Every night and day, day and night,I lie in wait for your time of flight.Your name scars my heart so sweetly,It pounds against my chest when i hear you softly.Waiting kills, but your worth the wait,I'll wait for you, its never to late.On this very site, we met our embrace,Leaving i kept it just in case.And here you are, forever mine,and when we meet, the sun with shine.Possessive i think i am, but so?Obsession you are and it will only grow.But not to much my dear i swear,I'll follow, kiss, comfort you because i care.As i speak your name, it tastes like sugar buns,Brianna you are my only one.I love you
losing controlfirm hands on my bodysmooth tongue on my necklips in constant movementbut much is left unsaidwe simply make no senseand yet here you arei so want to believebut doubts weigh down my hearthow could this still feel righthow are you so surestrong walls are crumbling downno longer insecuremy pulse is still unsteadybut my thoughts all dissolvenow fully consumed by youall control is now lost
Tell Me NowTell me what is going on.I don't know what to do.Do you hate me? Am I bad?The answer falls to you.No one knows what people feelUnless they're clearly told.Don't run away, and take a breathBefore we get too old.I won't be here forever.Another year at most.So tell me how you feel RIGHT NOWBefore I'm just a ghost.
I Want To Wipe Your Tears AwayI want to wipe your tears away, tell you it will be okI want to hold you in my arms, and shield you from all worldly harmI want to see your smiling face, and hold you in a warm embraceI want to hear your loving voice, and help you make a difficult choiceI want to press your lips to mine, learn all of your secret signsI want to know that you are fine, but most of all my love,I want you to be mine.
love meMany nights I think of youWishing you would love me tooThe only way that I love youWith a heart that's so trueAll I ask is that you feel for meLike the feelings I have of youDon't just kiss me and be happyTell me I-L-O-V-E-U
Come and GoYou're keeping me in suspense.I'm not quite sure how I should act.When movements between us are tense,We can't separate fiction from fact.In a world where we can't ever be sure,You can't always tell what you feel.One day, I'll knock on your door;Another, I'll let the wound heal.And while I can question my thoughts,Love cannot come and go.So whether it's do or do not,I just can't force myself to go.
Moonlit EyesAs the moonfloats through the sky,I see her lightreflected in your eyesNext to starsand fiery sightsAll containedin eyes so brightCan't look awaybut why would I want to?as you gaze into minemy heart belongs to you