Death
used to scare me.
A little blood on my finger,
the blank stare in Hollywood films,
and the sounds of gunshots sent five-year-old me
running to the safety of my room.
Is it right I don’t fear it anymore?
Maybe that’s not the correct way to say it.
Maybe I mean I don’t care for death,
not in the way I should.
A close relative dying doesn’t strike a chord within me,
and tears are hard to muster, even when surrounded by grief.
The news of little children shot down does stir emotion and heartache,
but after a few moments,
my life returns to normal.
As
if
nothing
happened.
Is it right to only care about De
Okay Johanna, just another Reaping. Stay calm.
That’s what Johanna always told herself ever since she was old enough to accompany her family to the Reaping ceremony. She would be the one to watch from the sidelines as her siblings stood separate from each other, being herded to their age groups. She hated that; the Masons were a family that stuck together, since it was obvious they worked better that way. If one was separated from the other, she knew from such a young age, that bad things happened.
Yet each Reaping day, year after year, her siblings weren’t chosen. Their names weren’t called, they never walked to the stage
"I'll find some way to redeem myself to you."
It was all he could say as he laid on the floor of the bioship. It was pathetic, him bleeding on the floor, helplessly watching his team try to save him. He always hated the feeling, the one where he felt as if he could do nothing. He has been feeling it too much lately. Maybe it was the reason why he tried too hard to play the game that was his life.
Maybe he had just wanted to win.
Coughing, he tired to clear his throat of the blood that was bubbling out of his mouth. Then went another shot in the arm, another scream for medical supplies, another hand pressing down on his injuries. Blurry vis
TItle: Try To Hold On To it
Author: skyright
Game: Mass Effect
Characters: Samra/Falere
Disclaimer: I don't own Samara, Falere or the Mass Effect Universe (This would've been part of the Extended Cut if I did)
Peace.
That was what the only word she could think of to describe this momentthis feeling. It was something she had lacked her long life. Rare and fleeting, Samara found herself grabbing and holding on to it for dear life whenever it tried to slip by her. Taking a deep breath, Samara released herself from her meditative state and opened her eyes.
Falere was ahead of her, picking the red, teardrop shaped flowers growing on t
Title: Yet Free
Author: skyright
Game: Mass Effect
Character: Samara
Disclaimer: I do not own Samara, nor Mass Effect (but if I did, man would she get more screen time!)
She's never been to Earth before.
The land almost felt strange to Samara as she stepped off the transportation bus. It wasn't as if Earth was remarkably different to some other planets she's seen. Maybe it was because this was the sight of the Reaper's final stand. Maybe it was because it was the last place anyone had seen Shepard alive.
Shaking her head, she walked among the city of London, watching the humans interact with one another. The place was filled
Title: Full of Sorrow and Regret
Author: skyright
Game: Mass Effect
Characters: Samara/Falere
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine! (But i wish Samara was)
Samara entered the monastery, nodding her head toward the asari near the door. Looking around, Samara allowed herself to marvel at how small the new monastery was. It was a mere third of the size of the previous one. A vast monastery would be too large for only one Ardat-Yakshi, Samara thought, before feeling a pang of pain. Less Ardat-Yakshi meant two dead daughters; their blood on her hands would never wash away, no matter how hard she tried.
Forcing the feeling to the dee
It's You First, the Memories Second by skyright, literature
Literature
It's You First, the Memories Second
"Abort the mission, I repeat, ABORT THE MISSION!"
Artemis flinched at she heard Kaldur's voice through the mental connection. She loaded another arrow as she backed herself against a wall. "How long do you think we can keep them off?" she shouted across the room, letting the arrow fly.
"About another ten minutes I would guess," she heard Tula respond as a wave of water slammed against The Light soldiers surrounding her. She notched a web arrow and sent it flying across the room. She saw Tula dart to the side as the arrow exploded, wrapping the remaining soldiers in the room in a sticky trap. Artemis ran to Tula's side and the two went again
Gently shutting the door, Artemis made her way through Tigress' room. She refused to call it her room; her room was with Wally, a thousand leagues away. Besides, Tigress was a character she was portraying. Artemis Crock was not a villain, only Tigress. They would forever be two separate people.
Ripping the mask from her face, Artemis headed toward the bathroom. She desperately wanted to cleanse herself from the events that had transpired today. Clenching her jaw, she slammed the door open and gripped the sink before her.
"TIGRESS!"
She flinched, the name ringing in her ears as Nigthwing's voice filled her mind. Never did she think she woul
Death
used to scare me.
A little blood on my finger,
the blank stare in Hollywood films,
and the sounds of gunshots sent five-year-old me
running to the safety of my room.
Is it right I don’t fear it anymore?
Maybe that’s not the correct way to say it.
Maybe I mean I don’t care for death,
not in the way I should.
A close relative dying doesn’t strike a chord within me,
and tears are hard to muster, even when surrounded by grief.
The news of little children shot down does stir emotion and heartache,
but after a few moments,
my life returns to normal.
As
if
nothing
happened.
Is it right to only care about De
Okay Johanna, just another Reaping. Stay calm.
That’s what Johanna always told herself ever since she was old enough to accompany her family to the Reaping ceremony. She would be the one to watch from the sidelines as her siblings stood separate from each other, being herded to their age groups. She hated that; the Masons were a family that stuck together, since it was obvious they worked better that way. If one was separated from the other, she knew from such a young age, that bad things happened.
Yet each Reaping day, year after year, her siblings weren’t chosen. Their names weren’t called, they never walked to the stage
"I'll find some way to redeem myself to you."
It was all he could say as he laid on the floor of the bioship. It was pathetic, him bleeding on the floor, helplessly watching his team try to save him. He always hated the feeling, the one where he felt as if he could do nothing. He has been feeling it too much lately. Maybe it was the reason why he tried too hard to play the game that was his life.
Maybe he had just wanted to win.
Coughing, he tired to clear his throat of the blood that was bubbling out of his mouth. Then went another shot in the arm, another scream for medical supplies, another hand pressing down on his injuries. Blurry vis
TItle: Try To Hold On To it
Author: skyright
Game: Mass Effect
Characters: Samra/Falere
Disclaimer: I don't own Samara, Falere or the Mass Effect Universe (This would've been part of the Extended Cut if I did)
Peace.
That was what the only word she could think of to describe this momentthis feeling. It was something she had lacked her long life. Rare and fleeting, Samara found herself grabbing and holding on to it for dear life whenever it tried to slip by her. Taking a deep breath, Samara released herself from her meditative state and opened her eyes.
Falere was ahead of her, picking the red, teardrop shaped flowers growing on t
Title: Yet Free
Author: skyright
Game: Mass Effect
Character: Samara
Disclaimer: I do not own Samara, nor Mass Effect (but if I did, man would she get more screen time!)
She's never been to Earth before.
The land almost felt strange to Samara as she stepped off the transportation bus. It wasn't as if Earth was remarkably different to some other planets she's seen. Maybe it was because this was the sight of the Reaper's final stand. Maybe it was because it was the last place anyone had seen Shepard alive.
Shaking her head, she walked among the city of London, watching the humans interact with one another. The place was filled
Title: Full of Sorrow and Regret
Author: skyright
Game: Mass Effect
Characters: Samara/Falere
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine! (But i wish Samara was)
Samara entered the monastery, nodding her head toward the asari near the door. Looking around, Samara allowed herself to marvel at how small the new monastery was. It was a mere third of the size of the previous one. A vast monastery would be too large for only one Ardat-Yakshi, Samara thought, before feeling a pang of pain. Less Ardat-Yakshi meant two dead daughters; their blood on her hands would never wash away, no matter how hard she tried.
Forcing the feeling to the dee
Gently shutting the door, Artemis made her way through Tigress' room. She refused to call it her room; her room was with Wally, a thousand leagues away. Besides, Tigress was a character she was portraying. Artemis Crock was not a villain, only Tigress. They would forever be two separate people.
Ripping the mask from her face, Artemis headed toward the bathroom. She desperately wanted to cleanse herself from the events that had transpired today. Clenching her jaw, she slammed the door open and gripped the sink before her.
"TIGRESS!"
She flinched, the name ringing in her ears as Nigthwing's voice filled her mind. Never did she think she woul
It's You First, the Memories Second by skyright, literature
Literature
It's You First, the Memories Second
"Abort the mission, I repeat, ABORT THE MISSION!"
Artemis flinched at she heard Kaldur's voice through the mental connection. She loaded another arrow as she backed herself against a wall. "How long do you think we can keep them off?" she shouted across the room, letting the arrow fly.
"About another ten minutes I would guess," she heard Tula respond as a wave of water slammed against The Light soldiers surrounding her. She notched a web arrow and sent it flying across the room. She saw Tula dart to the side as the arrow exploded, wrapping the remaining soldiers in the room in a sticky trap. Artemis ran to Tula's side and the two went again
Important Group News - Please Read by Live-Love-Write, journal
Important Group News - Please Read
Dear Live-Love-Write members,
It will be summer soon, and with it come many changes in our club. To begin with, hello everyone! I am your new founder, as the amazing and wonderful RollingTomorrow (https://www.deviantart.com/rollingtomorrow) was so kind to promote me. She's been our founder for so long and she's the reason this club is so large and successful, so a huge thank you to Hikari for everything she's done for us! :tighthug:
We have a few events and features currently. First and foremost, our poetry contest is almost at an end. The deadline has been extended to May 1st, so get in those entries while you still can! Second, we have our writing prompt, which runs on a weekly
"I'll find some way to redeem myself to you."
It was all he could say as he laid on the floor of the bioship. It was pathetic, him bleeding on the floor, helplessly watching his team try to save him. He always hated the feeling, the one where he felt as if he could do nothing. He has been feeling it too much lately. Maybe it was the reason why he tried too hard to play the game that was his life.
Maybe he had just wanted to win.
Coughing, he tired to clear his throat of the blood that was bubbling out of his mouth. Then went another shot in the arm, another scream for medical supplies, another hand pressing down on his injuries. Blurry vis
Okay, so Young Justice is cut from DC Nation on Cartoon Network and it's incredibly upsetting. The show has a wonderful plot, is thought out, endearing characters, and it deserves to have a wonderful ending. It would mean the world to me if you could sign this petition to let this special cartoon live!
https://www.change.org/petitions/cartoon-network-warner-bros-bring-back-young-justice-and-green-lantern-the-animated-series
Seriously, what I have in mind is really ambitious. It can either turn out to be a major flop, or something AMAZING.
And I really want to try.
I mean, it's not like the idea is completely original. A crossover between The Hunger Games and Harry Potter has been done plenty of times before. But I think my storytelling ability and the plot line I have forming can make this story extremely special.
I already have the first three chapters, but that's only because I was inspired by a role play I am no longer a part of. The basis of the role play was a crossover between MULTIPLE fandoms and based in--no surprise--Panem.
Still, my idea only invol
I've been gone for too long.
After this tech week (oh wait, I mean HELL WEEK), I'm going to be posting some stuff. Some Young Justice stuff (screw cartoon network btw and the stupid hiatus that came out of nowhere) and MAYBE some Hunger Games fanfics. And I need to get back to my OC stuff while I'm at it.
We'll see.
BUT I AM ALIVE ;)