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Permanent LinesThe position was not a comfortable one, and while Madison didn't fully understand all that was going on, she understood it's necessity. The room was sterile, white and chilly as she lay on her stomach, supported by a chair that was highly reminiscent of one she might find at the local dentist's, though modified to support her entire body more securely.
Any discomfort from the padded chair remained background noise as Madison tried not to focus on the scratching sensation from her back. The light chatter that the physcian beside her maintained was not enough, that was certain as she braced herself agains the sharp strokes, trying to prevent herself from shivering in pain. From what she could see from the corner of her eyes, Madison connected the sharp scratching that reached across her shoulders, along the top of her shoulder blades and now down her neck with the array of colored, unnaturelly stiff and sharp-ponted permanent makers that rested in a tray lined with sterile packagi
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
Fun with characters--A Writing MemeThis meme is recommended for those writers or visual artists who have numerous Ocs (Original Characters) and love to mess around with them.
1. They must be your own OCs—no stealing from books, TV, movies or video games
2. You must credit me or link to the original meme. Feel free to send me a link if you want to share!
3. Don't be afraid to use OCs from different genres (i.e., A medieval fantasy character could be paired up with a Sci Fi or Fiction character) This takes place in an unnamed void where no one will criticize you for genre-crossing
4. If you make any changes to the meme, such as add or take away questions or character traits, please LET ME KNOW
5. Stay true to your characters (& try to focus on them rather than the setting)
Chose your Participants (willing or unwilling):
1. The Thoughtful one:
2. The Grump:
3. The Ambitious one:
4. The Happy-go-lucky:
5. The Eccentric:
6. The Dignified one:
7. The Raunchy/Disgusting one:
8. The Liar:
The Enchantress Dance [19/100]"That's so beautiful Talia!"
Beauty. There is no beauty in Talia's life. Nothing is ever beautiful about a country conquered by an empire where her people are nothing more than slaves.
"Thanks Leia but it's just a dance," Talia smiles.
Talia lies. It's no dance, it's a routine designed to kill; hidden under nuanced movements and provocative openings. She feels so inferior every time she dances, not because she's exposed to a crowd of thousands but because she feels like a trapped animal made to perform for entertainment.
"Oh if only I could dance like that, my parents would be so proud..." Leia wonders, her eyes glazing over.
Like many others, Talia was sold to this cruel circus by her parents; a much better alternative than to let the men of the empire take their children away. Talia toiled through every day of her life and on every birthday she had wished for someone to rescue her. Such childish hopes she had, and reality hit her hard the day her body started to con
La CreppyShcool: Cap.8en el capitulo anterior:
Yeimi: que!!! -grite
Cap 8: nose el titulo plz
Yeimi: que!!! -grite- eres aprendis del demonio mas poderoso de todos los tiempos vendiste tu alma a el!!!!
Alex: es mentira Q-Q -dijo con cara de un poco de miedo- pense que no sabias de Creepys
Yeimi: lo siento y si se mucho de Creepys yo los amo... epera te gustan los Creepys
Alex: encerio -se le iluminaron los ojos- bueno quiero presentarte a mis amigas vamos (Yo: mis amigas de la vida real quisieron a parecer asi que las pondre tambien estara Ale) -yo acenti salimos del cuarto crusamos la calle y doblamos a la izquierda y caminamos hasta un lugar no me acuerdo como se llama donde solo estran hombres pera jugar videojuegos Alex entro primero y yo la seguia ella toco a una puerta y le habrieron entramos caminamos por una escaleras asta llegar al segundo piso llegamos a una especie de palco pero la perte izquierda y derecha estaba una murralla de 1 metro y de coolor blanco y ahy estaban 5 chicas la
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Pregunta a los Creepys : Tomo 4Vos de presentador de casos de Familia: bienvenids a Pregunta a los Creepys con sus anfitrionas la Escritora y Yulanis - aperecemos por una puerta y entramos a esena los Vocalois sentados al igual que los Creepys mientras el publico aplaudiendo
Escritora: como estan hermoso publico y watchers!!!!-saluda a todos
Yula: bueno el dia de hoy tenemos barias preguntas Yeah!!! :T Ok me callo Bueno comensemos con las primeras preguntas del Dia -saca su table y empiesa a rebisar los mensagges- :iconpokudrato: nos preguntas 4 cosas la primera 1 lo siento jeff y jack am pero mi corazon es de ticci toby -////- (p: yeii gracias por ponerme 0w0)
Jack: -en un rincon emo-
Jeff: -saca su dedo-
Ben:-le quita la tablet(??- 2- toby t te regalo una montaña de waffles y unas hachas nuevas u////u
Ticci Toby: gracias poku espero que seamos buenos amigos
Ben: 3 para la escritora, gomen por hacer tantas preguntas nunU em me encanta tu fic esta chido -w- sigue asi
Escritora: muchas gracias corazon te m
Gehenna And TartarusLong had the Mother of Chimeras lived in peace upon the the mountain which now bears her species' name. She prayed upon the fauna and ate the flora as any other beast, content in living a simple life. Gehenna birthed and raised generations of her children upon that mountain. For the most part, her kind was peaceful, avoiding humans if possible, but defending themselves if need be. Of course, there was always one or two bad apples in the barrel. And all it ever takes to ruin any reputation is a single slight. Thus did the neighboring kingdom of Lycia come to fear the Daughter of Echidna. When the boy Bellerophon was sent by Proetus, King Iobates saw an opportunity to rid his people of the beast. Thus did he task the young man with slaying the Chimera, in part to punish him without angering the Erinyes of the Underworld (who punish those who murder their guests) and would benefit if he somehow managed to slay the creature.
For his pa
.: cold :.The thing that bothered me most about death was the cold. I was always cold.
Sometimes when he slept, I would reach for his outstretched arm, trace my fingers over the veins that ran blue up to his broad shoulders, and even when he shuddered from my icy caress I felt nothing, not an ounce of warmth.
When the sun blistered hot above us and the air rippled and bent above the ground and I could see the sheen of sweat glistening on his back, I felt nothing. I could hear his complaints, the strings of growls and bits of English, I could offer nothing in the way of true sympathy but to lay a frigid hand on his brow in the hope that he gained something I could not.
There was never a change in temperature, never a break in the monotony, no sensations to connect me to the world, anything and everything I felt was in what I assumed was my heart, but even that had stopped beating years before. Perhaps it was my soul, then. He was certainly a part of it.
Dream-Eating Servant (Open RP)You have been experiencing nightmares for a while now and you can barely sleep at night. During a full moon, you go out for the night only to bump into someone. It turns out that the person you bumped into happens to be a dream-eating demon colored in monochrome. They offer to help you out with your problem by eating your nightmares and giving you any dream you want. They didn't ask for payment othen than staying with you and that they will tell you the payment on the next full moon. But something happens to the demon while they're eating your dreams. They...
A) Transform into a half creature?
B) Start to have bigger bellies?
C) Grow bigger and bigger?
D) Change gender?
E) Have a different symptom not on this list?
F) A mixture of the above things on this list?
How Garage meet YouTube pg3Garage's POV
I sat all day with this boy. I still couldn't bring myself to talk to him. He still doesn't even know my name! He was still nice enough to stay with me. I honestly hate being by myself, I enjoy company. Even if I try to avoid other's, but I have my reasons. "You know. I notice you scoot away ever now and then..." I am? Oops. "Sorry..." He looked over at his friends for a while. They were obviously talking. I wish I knew what they were saying. "Uhm...I'm gonna head back now. Maybe we can try again" "O-Okay..." He smiled, and went with the group, and that girl, who glared at me the instant she saw me. Now I'm gonna get it.
I avoided that girl smoothly and went to one of my skill building classes, or should I say torture class. I sat in the farthest seat away from anyone, I liked it like this. No one will pay attention to me, I will be fine. No. That didn't happen. I wish it did. Three boys came in, they seemed like popular kids. Great, more popular kids. I notice
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
what love is not.it was a s l o p p y first kiss where
my drunk lips fumbled against yours.
the dull thwack of my heart,
locked behind curved ribs
cleared my groggy brain,
clouded with lustful premonitions.
it was an e l e c t r i f y i n g first kiss where
you entwined your hands in my hair.
your mouth encompassed mine and
my breath became lost in the steady
of your chest.
it was a s h y first kiss where
i pulled away before you could explore.
your tongue grazed my teeth,
searching for a way past the ivory gates.
i dug my finger into the stubble along your jaw,
my nail lulling your carnal desires.
it was my first kiss with you.
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