Journey of the Dragon WindIt was a stormy night at Ciudad de Fuego. The kind of night where the bars are full of people just trying to outlast the storm and have a little fun. What I needed was a bottle of rum and a couple of pretty ladies. What I got was a bottle of rum and a couple of handprints slapped onto my face. I opened the bottle, tipped it up, and took a long draught. Thanking whatever gods there might be that we made port the day before. I looked over the charts laid out on the table, searching for where we might go next. As I was taking another draught from the rum, my first mate Anna barged into the room, looking angrier than usual. "Dammit James! We were supposed to leave port in the morning but this damn storm is going to keep us here for at least another two." "Relax Anna", I calmly said, the rum starting to kick in,"The men want to enjoy themselves and we had a very big haul this go around, just let them relax and blow off steam. Truth be told they need it and you need it too. Grab a drink andJourney of the Dragon Wind by ~Wanderer-of-Nations
UntitledThe tears dropped down his face as he stood by the side of his beloved spouse. They had been together for fifty glorious years. He stood there silent, already having said what was needed to be said and just waited. The heartbeat monitor started getting slower and slower until it finally...stopped. Nurses and doctors flew into the room trying to bring back the patient, the parent, the lover, the friend, the soul that was laying in the bed. The paddles were charged and used. Compressions were done. The paddles were charged and used again. Compressions were done again. The paddles were charged and used once more. The doctor swore, knocking over equipment and fuming. Why had this happened. The man stood in the back. Tears streaming down his face but he didn't utter a word. Not a prayer, not words to comfort himself. He was broken. What was there before would not be there again...and what was there now could never be fixed.Untitled by ~Wanderer-of-Nations
I don't know.I have all these feelings whirling around in my head and I am so confused. I don't know what feelings they are and it's killing me. I think it is just a sadness. A great sadness that fills my thoughts and my chest and every inch of my body and it's tormenting me. I don't know why it's there or what it is about. There also might be wistfulness, I yearn for so much and none of it seems to be coming to life and I don't know how to make it happen. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I hate not knowing.I don't know. by ~Wanderer-of-Nations
RandomWe staggered back to my room. From the state of drunkenness we were in to the heat of the moment, making it to the room was not an easy feat. We stumbled to the couch, not owning a bed, and I sat down with her on top of me. Sloppily kissing, she took off my shirt, looking over my chest. I slowly pulled her shirt over her arms and took my time enjoying the view. She had freckles on her face and all over her chest only making her more beautiful, freckles were amazing. I laid back and watched her grind on top of me enjoying the feel, enjoying the view. She leaned down and gently kissed my lips, pulling my top lip with her teeth, making me even harder. She was holding my hands down making sure she had complete control of the situation.Random by ~Wanderer-of-Nations
Rodents and Plastic"Son of a..."Rodents and Plastic by ~Vernul
Clangs, grunts, the screeching of shifting metal, and curses in multiple dialects echoed around the tight corridors of the Normandy. They went back and forth, up and down, and could be heard on every deck. But what was it? The Normandy was currently in a rather long line of ships waiting to leave the newly reacquired Quarian homesystem, and with the Quarians and the Geth now getting along thick as thieves (possibly an inappropriate metaphor considering the prejudices against the Quarian people) there really wasn't any cause for the kind of hasty activity that normally would be the reason behind these violent sounds.
So what was it?
Currently, the noises were coming from Deck 4, Engineering. The clangs of shifting metal crates and scattering tools reverberated along the cool steel bulkheads of the ship, into the ears of one Tali'Zorah vas Normandy. She paused in her work, canting her head to one side as she listened for the sounds again...there!
"When I find who did this I
How to escapethose days where you feel like you need to writeHow to escape by ~fall04
you type and you type.. with no insight of where this might progress through out the night
these words just explode off your finger tips
needing to leave your mind to try and free your divine desires that've been repressed your whole life
its like your whole lifes depending on this shit
without this vice,
if the words wont flow,
your going to implode.
Like this sharp intake of air pressed to your neck
its cutting your lungs like a butcher knifes wriggling inside, waiting to disappear
the scream builds up about to finally appear to everyone else's ears. its not just an illusion!
just as you open your mouth to let it all out
you hear a gun sound and the winds knocked right out of your two lungs
you lie on the ground gasping for air
the more you breath in the faster you kill your self
like an astronaut in space who lost his face cover
if you could just realize all you need to do is blow out-deflate like an old balloon
let your self sh