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The Sound of DesperationIt had started as a counseling session, everyone meeting in a small group of age mates, but even after the first meeting, when they sat in silence, it was clear that something more was needed. For weeks they continued to meet twice a week, forced to sit in a circle in a room that was locked until the hour was up. After a month, they began to speak, finally giving voice to the depths of their souls, and the nightmares that lived within.
"I could kid myself into thinking I'm fine," Becca said, her voice starting steady despite the fact that she was the first to break the silence, "but I'm not. I'm tired of living these lies, and I just want to be done with it all. Everyone knows that a broken heart is blind, but no one really knows what to do with a broken brain. If it's not a vegetable, they shrug it off, saying it's fine, and tell you to do the same. It doesn't work that way. It just doesn't work that way. They say our bodies will heal, and that it will take time for
Living DreamsIf life is but a dream, what does that make our dreams? And if, not by your own will, each day becomes more of a nightmare than the last, what is it that makes us keep on pushing through? When the question of life becomes why, rather than how we struggle on for the next day’s dawning, why doesn’t anyone realize what’s really going on? For too long we’ve played their game, by their rules, and today that ends. All my fears, all my fears, my insecurities, anything that might have been used against me- they all fall away like tears when I contemplate the fact that each tomorrow brings a new day, each twenty-four hours closer to freedom. We all know that they’ll try to choke our rising hopes with fleeting fears carefully crafted to appear our own, but the fact that we know them not to be our own is a stronger force yet. We may not march against our enemies, our captors, but we shall stand as a strong tower to protect those who cannot yet stand alone. One
Drianus's choiceHe reached into his pocket, slowly wrapping his long fingers into a fist around the ring of his forefathers. Contemplating his options only revealed that, in the long run, he really had no choice. Sometimes, the words echoed in his mind as he forcefully ignored the memories of his surrogate father, sometimes, the only way to fight evil was to employ a greater evil whether one agreed with it or not. By the end of the day, only one thing would really matter: whether or not the throne remained in the family line.
If took a season of exile for people to realize just how corrupted things had become, so be it. He had seen exile, and very nearly raised his family within it's cool embrace. Drianus had spent many long agonizing hours turning things over in his mind, hoping to find another way for things to change, but found nothing. He would face battle tomorrow, leading the best of his men into the fray without a second thought. If giving his life in battle was required of him, it
Part of the JobThe sun gently warmed his back as he walked along the crowded street. He knew, though, that the pleasant feeling would not last long once he entered the apothecary that stood as the entrance to the rest of the Guild Halls. There was a certain satisfaction in a job completed in a silent and efficient manner, but Mortael held fast to the lingering taste of bitter regret that always followed his thoughts. The darkness of night only expounded them when he had nothing else to keep his thoughts away from the realities of his chosen line of work. The taste of regret was, as far as he knew, the only way that he could maintain his tenuous grasp of rational sanity. Silently, the assassin slipped through the stone-lined walls where the shadows from the torches danced in his wake. None would bother him this day, not unless he took the initiative and reached out to them first. A disturbed assassin was not to be bothered so soon after a completed mission, no matter what the reason.
The Blood OathI bought my fate straight from hell. What you need to understand here and now is that this is the embodiment of our fear, the vessel of our rage, and the harbinger of your doom. It may seem like a cut and dry matter, especially to one such as yourself, but know that it is anything but. Everything that we do and say is focused around that one concept alone; the sooner you figure out what that means for yourself, the better, as you'll actually start to fit in with us, strange as we are to your kind. My fate, the mirrored reflection of the fate of my people, is one that circumvents generations at a time, insidious weaving its way through our history. This oath, whether you acknowledge it or not, will affect your every dying day as we attempt to make the best of what's been left for us in this wasted world.
I chose my fate the day that I answered the king's call with heart and soul, and I now pay the price for what I have done in answering the Blood Oath's infernal need fo
Returning HomeI woke up to despise the world that I once loved. The sound of the fan in the next room is deceptively similar to the sound of the gentle rain that has gently woken me these past few mornings. For one blissful moment longer, I can pretend that things have not changed, and that when I open my eyes, the dim autumn lights will be filtered through the thick canvas wall of my rug lined pavilion. The thought is a comforting one until the undisturbed quiet is broken by the harsh blaring of my painfully electronic alarm, reminding me that cannot be so.
Blindly, I reach out and silence it before rolling over, pulling my heavy wool cloak back over my head in the same motion. It is entirely too early to face the fact that I'll be pouring myself a bowl of overly processed, prepackaged and artificially preserved cold cereal. Instead, I'd much rather it be my usual boiled grains prepared over a crackling fire, built from yesterday's carefully covered coals. It is an odd realization, but I
Rise of the Ice Kings: The Dream"Play for me, Brandhol." Rathiel begged upon the second evening of eldest brother’s short respite at home."Play your whistle again, please? It's been so long since you played!"
"That's because I've been gone so long, silly," he replied, digging out his tin whistle from an inner pocket of his thick cloak. After a few short trills to warm up his fingers, he began to play a song that seemed to grow and mature as it progressed. Rathiel grinned and began to dance a few bars into the seemingly light-hearted tune.
The children's uncle, Hedhel, sent home from war on permanent furlough lay on the rug, dozing before the dying fire. At the sound of his nephew's playing, he bolted upright, staring wildly at Brandhol for a moment before calming slightly. "I think it's time that you find your bed, Rathiel," he said hoarsely.
Silien looked up from her darning in surprise,"Goodness, child!" she exclaimed, "You should have been in bed almost an hour ago! Hurry and change now, I'll be along
The Final StrawJason Rathen almost ignored the gentle taping on his office door, thinking that the sound originated from further down the hall, but the hesitant sound came a second time, only slightly more audible. Rathen stood and opened the door to be greeted by the person that he least expected and most hoped to see. "Hello, Jessie!"
Jessie nodded, worrying her lower lip in thinly veiled distress. "I... I'm sorry about practice, earlier," she said, rapidly forcing the words out.
"Why don't you come in," Rathen suggested, gesturing towards the other chair in his prop- and book-stuffed office, "and we can talk about what happened earlier this afternoon, if you'd like."
The suggestion was more of a mild order, but Jessie either didn't notice, or ignored it as she nodded and gingerly perched on the edge of the offered chair, grasping her books against her chest.
Professor Rathen took his time in mostly closing the door, and resettling a stack of papers that had been distu
A Slightly Dramatized AccountA Slightly Dramatized Account of a Very Real Feeling
I woke up to despise the world that I once loved. The sound of the fan in the next room is deceptively similar to the sound of the gentle rain that has gently woken me these past few mornings. For one blissful moment longer, I can pretend that things have not changed, and that when I open my eyes, the dim autumn lights will be filtered through the thick canvas wall of my rug lined pavilion. The thought is a comforting one until the undisturbed quiet is broken by the harsh blaring of my painfully electronic alarm, reminding me that cannot be so. Blindly, I reach out and silence it before rolling over, pulling my heavy wool cloak back over my head in the same motion. It is entirely too early to face the fact that I'll be pouring myself a bowl of overly processed, prepackaged and artificially preserved cold cereal instead of the usual boiled grains prepared over a crackling fire, built from yesterday's carefully covered coals. It is an
Become History ~Human!Sly x Reader
Human!Sly Cooper x Reader
(Name) sighed, rubbing a hand through her (Hair Color) hair. She was so stressed out.
But who wouldn't be when your a six year old in an orphanage who is going to be presented to a couple who wants to adopted a child. Only one child. That means you've only got one chance to impress them or you'll end up still in the orphanage.
Ms. Puffin, the lady in charge, brushed her purplish gray hair back and ushered all the kids with a glare to the orphanage lobby.
The lovely couple smiled at seeing all the cute kids but their eyes widened when the looked in (Name)'s direction.
"That one; the little girl." The man said, walking toward (Name). (Name)'s eyes widened and she couldn't suppress a happy grin.
(Name) opened her small arms to embrace them but was surprised to see them walk right past her.
CAP.1: Servant Of Evil
-…¡llévensela!, ya veremos cómo pagara las consecuencias por sus actos, ASESINA- dijo esa mujer con la brillante armadura carmesí mirando con odio a esa princesa de tan solo 16 años
Pero lo que todas esas personas no sabían es que esa no era la princesa que buscaban; más bien era su amor verdadero Marshall, su sirviente, el más leal de todos sus sirvientes quien se hizo pasar por su amada
-¡oh! pero si no es un hombre -dijo ese chico disfrazado
-¡cállate! Tu mataste al amor de mi vida -se escucho a lo lejos una voz,
La voz de un hombre; con una mascara ese hombre el príncipe de una tierra muy lejana que estaba comprometido con una campesina del reino de la bondad y humanidad, mejor conocido como el “reino verde”, pero, esa campesina fue asesinada por aquella persona a quien culpaban de asesinato…
-prepárate princesa, porque tus pecados serán p
Shelby's Buoyancy LessonShelby considered her situation carefully. She was surrounded by kids in a rec center gymnasium, and she'd just swallowed something minty and smooth. Okay, so why was this a bad thing again? Shelby was great with kids, or so she figured, and everybody liked candy, right? So why was she getting a weird feeling in her stomach like something was wrong?
Penelope had talked her into this volunteering gig - "gotta pad out your resume," she said, "when you graduate, you can't just list 'pot smoking' as your extracurricular." Shelby decided she really wanted to do something that wouldn't have the expectations or stress of a job. So, Penelope suggested volunteer work. Perfect for Shelby - probably no careful drug screening involved, either, so she could smoke in the bathrooms of wherever she wound up!
And so she did. Quite heavily. The nice thing about the local rec center was it had windows in the bathrooms, so she could manage to go through a bowl or two without anyone even noticing.
Nameless The older dragon let out a roar, stretching to show the full length of his thick wings, battering with strength against the blasting wind. It's younger son watched.
"Listen and feel for it," whispered Kryst, the older dragon. He had his test passed long ago, recieving his name proudly.
The young dragon has known for the moment to come. All dragons did. He was ready to receive his dragon name. Or at least, he thought that he was ready. Memories flashed in his head of the many times of when he hid among the rocks from the chilling air. Recently, he went out a little bit more, edging away through the cave-home he had spent most of his life in. His eyes briefly flashed with his father.
"Go," said Kryst.
The young dragon crept forward until he could see what all of the cliff edge had hidden beneath him. The wind was blowing harder now. He felt like a tiny star in the skies when it's dark. He slowly opened his delicate wings open, almost flinching when the air c
Golden Luck 6 A Tsume x Reader StoryChapter 6
It was getting dark pretty fast, and [Name] and the pack were heading towards a cemetery; not the best place to be in at night.
‘’This place gives me the willies’’ Hige said, he was hugging himself out of what seemed to be fear.
‘’Hey guys, why not just get out of this town as quick as possible?’’ [Name] had said; she was unconsciously getting closer to Tsume.
Tsume didn’t seem to mind, he was probably frightened as well.
Soon the pack had come across a large hole,
And before anyone could blink, an old wolf had popped out of the random hole in the ground.
Everyone screamed out of fear, except Tsume and Kiba (SURPRISING ISN’T IT)
At that moment [Name] had held onto Tsume by the arm,
And she didn’t seem to want to let go anytime soon.
Tsume inwardly blushed; he had never expected her reaction to be so physical.
Kiba had soon straightened himself out and asked the old wolf what he was doing.
The old timer laughed,
Amor infantil madameXMr.Blood Amor infantil
El amor es algo tan lindo nos puede transformar a cualquier de ser un amargado que al os ojos de los demás es un ser oscuro y sin corazón a alguien que puede arriesgar su vida incluso su propia felicidad
Mr. Blood: Suéltame de una “$#!!# vez mocosa dijo Mr.blood mientras madame lo abrazaba por la espalda sus manos estaban alrededor del cuello de él , a una distancia que se podría detectar su dulce perfume de su cabello.
Madame: aaaa eres un amargado Mr.blood no se suponía que los ositos so
Unexpected VisitGlenn woke up this morning with a strange feeling of serendipity, as if he knew today held a surprise in store for him. Of course this didn't excuse him from chores. Speaking of which, he could already hear the tell tale wailing from the nursery of the orphanage. So many babies were going to need changing, and he hadn't even eaten his breakfast yet! Glenn yawned before getting up to fold up his sleeping pallet. "Boys time to fold up the beds and move everything back!" he called down the halls. To make use of the limited space in the orphanage, everyone had their own sleeping bag that they put away during the day so the rooms could be used for something else.
Sharian let out a sigh as she walked with her arms folded in front of her as she just looked ahead. "Somehow...this walk just seems boring...Gotta say, having nothing to do other than training is starting to get boring...maybe I should find something else to do." As she looks down at the ground, the sound of children nearby caused
A Little Decision-Contest Entry
This was his last sunset. His digits were ice-cold despite the warm salt-breeze. They dug into the limestone rocks at the cliff's edge. The cliffs had eroded back slowly for so long, losing inches every year. He imagined them disappearing in front of him, beneath him, crumbling into dust against sprays of ocean foam, the inevitable, dizzy fall-
"You could take the dive and defy destiny now." The cackling voice startled Bezaubert. "Or maybe that would just be giving into it. Being a coward about it."
"So are all the gods laughing at me, Zeus?" Bezaubert merely glanced at Zeus out of the corner of his eye. The lord oracle knew he looked pathetic, head bowed, wings crumpled into an impossibly small mass. There was no strength in him to bother for dignity.
The black dragon grinned coldly.
"We're all quite puzzled. This is well beyond the lesser deities." Zeus sauntered forward to take position to Bezaubert's left, clea
Within YouOh, how you’ve turned my heart, my mind, my world, entirely upside down with longing, you precious girl. I’m starved for your attention. I’m exhausted from trying to obtain it. Everything I’ve done has been for you alone. I move the stars for no one else. Only you. Had it been any other, I would have never even considered it. You’ve run so long and so far; farther than I ever thought you would. Farther, I think, than even you thought you could. And now, as you look at me after everything I’ve put you through, your eyes are understandably cruel…..just as the perils I’ve made you face have perhaps been too cruel. But I believe in you and in your heart. I believe that those eyes will soften. That you’ll understand why I’ve done what I’ve done. …..I have to believe that. Because if you don’t, I’ll die. I can’t live without the sunlight you bring to me. I can’t love without your heart beating i
Picnic Suppers with FriendsThe hearty and slightly sweet scent of freshly baked bread wafted over the row of merchant stalls, subtly drawing us towards the next row, where both the show-cased blacksmiths and baker had set up their shops.
"I don't know about you two, but my stomach's about to turn inside out on itself," Captain said as we meandered through the crowds, browsing our choices.
"As is mine," I agreed wholeheartedly, "and if you two aren't opposed to something rather hearty, I'll treat you to the perfect cure."
"If you're talking about the baking bread that I've been smelling for the past ten minutes," Ranelwen replied. "There's no need to ask twice!"
"Perfect," I replied. "If I'm not much mistaken, I think that's a rye bread of some kind in the ovens now."
"I"ll chip in with some soup to split between us," the pirate added. "Make a meal of it."
"Sounds lovely," I agreed. "Meet us back here in a bit to find somewhere to settle down?"
After her nod of agreement, we split ways as Ranelwen and I lif
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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