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CastawayIt was too warm, the blankets of clouds too comfy for the sun to rise. We'd told ourselves he wouldn't be long, he'd be up soon. We've been telling ourselves that for three years. I, for one, am tired of lying. Because I dared to voice this one thought, this one collection of innocent words, I found myself instantly at odds with everyone whom I had once held in great esteem.
Truly, I am a castaway in these swiftly dying lands- so close to home, and yet so utterly far away. They will not hear the truth, even when the world shouts it with every struggle for each new day. We have ravaged the lands that we should have cherished, and now we pay the price for our sheer stupidity. Poisoned ash coats the once fertile fields, soot lines our lungs, and the skies are filled with clouds that are colors that they never should be. The truth is so clear, and yet no one will name it for what it is, for fear of facing our inevitable fate, the cost of our indifference.
No longer will I live this l
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
No LongerIt was too warm, the blankets of clouds too comfy for the sun to rise. We'd told ourselves he wouldn't be long, he'd be up soon. We've been telling ourselves that for three years. I, for one, am tired of lying. Because I dared to voice this one thought, this one collection of innocent words, I found myself instantly at odds with everyone whom I had once held in great esteem. Truly, I am a castaway in these swiftly dying lands- so close to home, and yet so utterly far away.
They will not hear the truth, even when the world shouts it with every struggle for each new day. We have ravaged the lands that we should have cherished, and now we pay the price for our sheer stupidity. Poisoned ash coats the once fertile fields, soot lines our lungs, and the skies are filled with clouds that are colors that they never should be. The truth is so clear, and yet no one will name it for what it is, for fear of facing our inevitable fate, the cost of our indifference.
No longer will I live this l
The AwakeningI’ve been set loose; drifting in search of my lost self. The words only began to hint at the hopelessness that surrounded the young girl. Things hadn’t always been this way, Calricia knew, but even that memory was fading. At first, the staff were gentle with the frail child, not quite nurturing, but taking enough time to notice her and to ensure that she felt some form of support. There was a regular routine, and every person there had a part in it’s ebb and flow throughout the day. The orphaned children wordlessly accepted their matching outfits of either all dull blue or all dull back- orphans didn’t wear (the unspoken thought lingered that they didn’t deserve to wear) colors- from a heap of such articles. After dressing, each child resumed their occupation of their place against a wall on the floor. For a short, comforting time, the staff member who regularly adjusted the unmarked bank of switches near Calricia’s unofficially assigned
Mountain KingsIn the valley of the mountain-kings
Where the winds blow ever fierce
And the sky remains ever clear
Where the birds cry their songs to the heavens
The realms unknown to all.
In this haven peace reigns ever free
Save for when the kings of old
Make their presence known
Among the woodlands and the streams.
Then does strife rear its head
And war come crashing down
Citizens young and old alike
Band together as never before.
In the the valley of the kings
Ringed by mountains proud
And winds blowing fierce
The kings of old wait.
Alice of Giant Sacrifice (Open RP)You are a (Male/Female) who was walking outside one night when you saw a package of playing cards lying down on the floor. You picked it up, noticing that there was no one around and that no one claimed the cards for themselves. So, you decided to take the deck of cards with you, noticing that each suit was a different color and that each card had a glow to it.
When you reach home and you were about to go to bed, you decide to take out a card for you to sleep next with since you loved playing cards and that it meant good luck and good dreams for you. You pull out four aces from the deck and look at them carefully before picking one and going straight to sleep.
Which Ace did you pick and what did you dream about?
A) The Red Ace of Spades and your dream takes place in a Forest.
B) The Blue Ace of Diamonds and your dream takes place in a City.
C) The Green Ace of Clubs and your dream takes place in a Kingdom.
D) The Yellow Ace of Hearts and your dream takes place in any place you choose.
Snakes (Part 3)With Shiro in his arms and his Kyoketsu shoge knife in his hands, Akimitsu started to walk of into the forest. Misaki quickly followed him. She looked up towards the sky and saw that the beautiful stars that looked like fireflies where slowly fading away. Misaki knew that dawn would not be far away. The blood on Shiro's neck and the blood on Akimitsu's Kyoketsu shoge knife, where almost dry. Akimitsu made sure that Misaki was following him. He know that as long has he was carrying Shiro, Misaki would follow. Misaki was a few steps behind Akimitsu.
"Where are you taking him?" Misaki asked. She had stopped crying.
"Some where he can get help," Akimitsu replied.
"But how long will it take to get to this place?" Misaki asked grabbing Akimitsu arm.
Misaki let go of his arm. Akimitsu stopped and turned around. Misaki almost bumped into him. He smiled and his sapphire blue eyes glinted. The ends of his purple head band where blowing in a gentle breeze.
"It won't take long. Just a few mor
Snakes (Part 2)The snake launged at Shiro. Shiro dodged the snake but the snake turned and launged at him and dug its fangs into the left side of his neck. Shiro could feel the snakes venom going into his neck and into his vanes. He grabbed the snake with both hands and ripped it away from his neck. The snakes fangs ripped a huge chunk of skin from Shiros neck. Blood ran done the left side of his neck where the snakes fangs ripped his skin out. Blood was dripping from the snakes fangs.
"The taste of your blood is so delicious," the snake hissed, licking its fangs with its long slimy pink tongue.
Shiro placed his hand on the left side of his neck. He pulled his hand away and looked at his hand. It was covered in blood. Shiro started to hallucinate. He looked at the snake and it began to multiple. Shiro then started to sway. The snake stared at Shiro.
"Soon you will be dead and I will have a great meal," the snake hissed.
Even if I do die,
Four Dimensions, One World fanfic Introduction Four Dimensions,
On a hot, sunny, Summer day, two sisters, Crystal and Sapphire Gale Bridgemond, were playing a Badminton tournament with their cousins, Marlina and Rina Evans. While the tournament was happening, Matthew Williams, and their nieces, Alyssia, Alexa, Cassidy, and Hyacinth, were watching. But a few minutes later....
"I got it! I got it!"
Yelled Crystal as she headed for the final throw, but she trips, and the game was forced to stop.
"Crystal! Your leg! it's bleeding badly!"
Crystal upsetly looked down at her bleeding leg, and she looked to where she tripped, and saw a Technoblade sticking out.
"W-what?!?! B-But those are from the...!"
Whispers in the dark 1 | Episodio 32Mattius volvió a la guarida lleno de hematomas,como Super,James lo seguía por detrás,con el paso más lento.Llegaron a la montaña y entraron,Mattius rápidamente llevó a su hijo a su cuarto,para que no lo viese nadie,ya que seguía escondiéndolo.Salió de su cuarto y se encontró con Xeron.
- Mattius,¿dónde estuviste? el jefe está muy enfadado contigo,dice que faltas mucho y ya no trabajas,y quiere que vayas a verle - dijo Xeron
- Está bien ... -
- Suerte - añadió Xeron - La necesitarás
Mattius fue a ver a Demos a su despacho,donde estaba siempre. Entró y encontró a su jefe de espaldas y con los brazos cruzados,rodeado de darks,que se dieron cuenta de que Mattius entró,pero no dijeron nada.Demos se dio la vuelta de golpe,estaba muy serio y enfadado.
- ¿Te crees que soy gilipollas? - le dijo Demos,calmado
- N-no,señor -
SnakesIt was a dark night with the moon sparklying brightly in the sky filled with billions of star's that looked like fireflies.
They lay in a opening surrounded by many trees starring up into the night sky.
"Doesn't the sky look lovely tonight Shiro?" asked a girl with light blue hair with aqua tips and purple eyes.
"Yes it does Misaki," said Shiro turning to look at his younger sister.
Misaki was still looking up at the beautiful sky and Shiro couldn't help but smile as he watched his sister admire the sky. She then looked at her brother and returned the smile. Then suddenly there was a rustling noise coming from a bush to Shiro's right. Shiro and Misaki both jumped to there feet.
"Misaki get behind me!" Shiro said staring and the rustling bush. Misaki did what her brother said and moved behind him. Then out came a dark brown snake with a light brown diamond pattern on its back and was about 8 metres long. It slithered along the
Anthro Umbreon TF It all started out with 13 year old Iain. He was lost in the woods near his unpleasant home. He hated life there because he was always treated very unfairly because it was his foster home and as you know quite a few foster parents don't treat their foster children with very much respect and don't give them the love and care they need. Anyway back on topic Iain was walking through when he tripped and fell on a rock knocking him unconscious. When he woke up he was in a well-lit cave.
"Where am I and how did I get here?" Iain asked to nobody in particular.
"I brought you here after I found you unconscious in the woods." replied an unknown voice.
"Who's there?" Iain said getting scared.
"I'm not going to hurt you." said an anthro umbreon.
"Who and what are you?" asked Iain.
"My name is crystal and I'm an Umbreon." Crystal replied.
"Why'd you save me?" said Iain.
Previously . . . the Pendragon airship's Cannoneers had fired an incendiary at the The Dragon’s Revenge releasing a cloud of noxious green smoke!
Now . . .
The cloud of noxious green smoke began its descent toward the deck of The Dragon’s Revenge.
“We got this, Cap’n!” Diamond Jack shouted towards the poop deck.
“Right you are.” The Cap’n replied.
“You know what to do girls,” Diamond called to her ship-mates as she unwrapped a tornado ball from its container.
“Aye, aye,” acknowledged Tickles Two-Feathers and Spinsy in unison. Tickles cocked her double-barreled wind gun and Spinsy started to whirl her storm bolas about her head.
“On three,” Diamond ordered, “One, two, three!”
Diamond hurled the tornado ball skywards as Spinsy let go her storm bolas and Tickles pulled the trigger on her wind gun. The sound of a huge fart reverberated across the decks.
“Backfire, Storm Gun backfire!!
Digi-Tales [Special]A glimmer of hope?(Part 16/17)Gloyd began panicking for his brother’s life, “Why isn`t he healing or regenerating? The games over!”. He frowned realizing the chances of Digi`s survival was slim.”No…”He shook his head disbelieving himself. He began to shout , “..NO NO NO! HE CANT!” Gloyd turned hastily and stormed over to Vanellope and shook her violently. “DO SOMETHING!” He ordered, pain shattering his voice. Crona growled at Gloyd and got ready to intervene. As he stepped forward Vanellope snapped at him, “Don`t try anything Crona!”. It was pretty obvious she meant it by the way she formally addressed him rather than playfully naming him as “Motorbrain”. As the Ambulance turned up to take care of the empty coded soul ;that now laid motionless in a sea of blood ;Vanellope tried calming Gloyd down. However any attempts were futile; This tragedy has sent him past his breaking point. Crona’s face lit up as something
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
pray into my collarbone
let your snake tongue slither
with the syllables.
i wish for soft-chested nights,
and the trickle of champagne down crystal glass.
poppy-lips, lull me to sleep,
nurse my coiling tongue with yours;
tap my scalp like a silent drum,
and wind my hair in between your fingers
like broken guitar strings.
(serenade me with the buzz of pollen in your kiss.)
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