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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
11th Doctor X Reader: Steampunk“So let me get this straight. There’s a planet called Janus, where the citizens are look like humans, they’re dressed steampunk style 24/7, and we’re headed there right now?”
“Yep!” the Doctor said. “And, we have just landed!”
“Great!” you said, running down one of the TARDIS’s hallways.
“Oi! (y/n)! Where are you going?”
“Getting dressed-won’t be long!”
“That’s what you always say,” the Doctor murmured in a whisper that was too quiet for you to hear.
You finally made it to the TARDIS’s wardrobe, and started searching for the perfect outfit. Your passion for steampunk began when your friends took you to a steampunk festival, and you saw the beautiful outfits they wore. You were a writer, and you wanted to be clothes designer, so it seemed like the perfect world to escape to. After that day, you started drawing your own steampunk dress. You had been saving up your
Untitled bug attack"Semyon!"
"You have to protect me, there's a creep in here!"
"There's a bug!"
"You want me to protect you from an insect?"
"It's freaking me out!"
"It's huge and it's flying around near my head, I hear how its wings are beating really loudly and it almost attacked me!"
"And what, did you lose a leg?"
"No but it sat on my arm and when I tried to wave it away it came at me all freaky and crazy!"
"Sounds real tough, you think I can handle it?"
"Don't make fun of me I'm really scared of him!"
"Oh so it's a he now."
"Don't mess with me!"
"Fine, relax. I'll protect you from the bug, and any other possible bugs that might be hiding in this room. Happy?"
"Thank you. And make sure it doesn't come near my face when I'm sleeping. Or touch my body!"
"I shall guard your body with my life, fair maiden. No vicious bugs shall set foot near it."
"Can I trust you?"
"Then stop smirking like that you creepy bastard!"
La CreppySchool: Cap.1
POV. ______ (TN)
Estaba caminado por un pasillo oscuro en mi propia casa había sangre en las paredes y los focos se prendia y apagaban era como una esena de un pasillo del Exorsista mee da miedo esa palicula tenia que ser valiente me puse enfrente de la habitación de mi mama entre y vi a ella cubierta de sangre con los ojos en su mano sali de ahy y fui directo a la habitacion de Yeimi entre y la vi a ella tenia la piel palida el cabello negro como la noche y sus ojos tenial una mescla de maldad y miedo tenia un vestido blanco pero no elegante sino era uno de dormir y estaba todo manchado de sangre estaba en la esquina sentada
____: Yeimi estas bien -dije un poco temeroza pero ella no respondia me acerque a ella y la toque en el hombro y me miro con esos ojos dios esos ojos me tenian la piel de gallina y empeso a decir
Yeimi: uno dos juega conmigo tres cuatro cierra la puerta cinco seis vuelve otra vez ciete ocho mira bizcocho (Yo: tenia hambre y no se me ocurrio otr
Whispers in the dark 2 | Episodio 22
Episodio 22: De nuevo separados
Pasó como una semana,y no volvieron a ver ni a Julius ni a Aracne,en el colegio no lo encontraban,a veces lo veían salir de clase pero no se hablaban.Un dia Adam decidió ir a por todas y paró a su amigo cuando salía de clase.
- Julius ¿qué te ocurre? -
- ¡¿Qué me ocurre?! ¡queréis destruir a mi novia! -
- Pero Julius ella es un dark,ni si quiera puede sentir algo,no tiene alma - dijo triste
- ¡Cállate! ¿vale? tú ya no eres mi amigo -
Se fue rápidamente y como por los pasillos pasa tanta gente Adam no pudo seguirlo con tanta prisa.Cuando salió al patio no estaba,asi que fue fuera del colegio y pudo pillarlo en una de las calles.
- Julius por favor,escúchame -
- No,¡te callas la boca! - gritó muy enfadado
- ¡Julius escucha! - le agarró del brazo - ¿qué prefieres una novia que no sie
Whispers in the dark 2 | Episodio 24
Episodio 24: Mi regalo
Adam tuvo que seguir yéndo a la escuela,aun que tuviera mucho sueño y nunca prestara atención.Las clases de biología ahora eran iferentes,Davi estaba muy deprimida y si los compañeros gritaban o paseaban por la clase ella no decía nada,a veces los dejaba hacer lo que quisieran.Un día,él estaba paseando por los pasillos cuando se encontró a su profesora hablando con el director.
- ¡Si no cambias esa actitud tendré que despedirte! -
- Si,señor... -
Ella seguía cabizbaja.Cuando el dire se fue,se acercó a ella para preguntarle sobre su hijo.
- ¿Cómo está Kevin? -
- No lo sé,no lo vi desde hace mucho... -
Se preocuparon aún más,ya era hora de salir y como siempre,tenía esperanzas de encontrárselo alli esperándole,pero ya no era asi.Todo le recordaba a él,la puerta de la escuela,los callejones,el b
Chapter 1: PAGE 25At first everyone looked confused at the man, wondering why he thought they would follow him. “Well I am not sure about you, but I don´t trust him!” Dailon said on purpose very loud to Gaikor so everyone would hear him. “Besides…,” He said leaving a little pause to draw everyones attention. “…it is our duty to find out what is going on and help out where we can.” He said as more explosions followed and the sounds of screams and fighting started mixing with the noise.
Whether it was his tone of voice or his posture, but ever since he joined the Institute he noticed people tended to follow him for some reason. He found out that he could even turn over the most stubborn students and even teachers to his point. In this case were people were just confused it was surprisingly easy to rally them. That was the easy part though, now he needed to figure out what to do. They could not just storm into fray and all get killed. While noble that
Chapter 1: PAGE 23“The weird thing though is that every object we have recovered is twisted in a way we only have seen at the core of our planet. There are signs of extreme pressure and heat, though we cannot explain this exactly as the objects show no burn marks in a direct way. It feels more like the molecular structure of the items is changed somehow.” He said as he pulled out a something the size of a tennis ball and laid it flat on his hand showing it to the class. It seemed like an ordinary stone ball, except that it seemed to have been burned black and not really round.
“This is all that is left of a huge stone twice as big as this desk.” He said as he put the stone on his desk, which broke the moment he stopped supporting it. “It still has roughly the same weight as it did before. Yet during the few seconds of contact it was twisted into that little shape.” He said as he looked up to the class and inspected their faces. He had hoped he had intrigued them enoug
Go Mario Go: Cap.2
En el capitulo anterior:
-Tranqilizate viejo, que la vida sigue –le decia su hechireo personal Flame que con su varita estaba formulando un curita para la gran abertura de la cabeza
-Almenos te tengo a ti para a….a…..a.a….. ACHIS! –Estornudo el rey malvado y por desgracia escupio fuego haciendo que el gorrite de Flame se quemara
-Ten mas cuidado se me hace como que te resfriaste
-No me diigas ¬¬ como decia, tu tu vas a tener que raptar a la princesa Gumi
-Otravez? No vale la pena, igual, siempre pierdes
-No me ayudas sabes? Tienes que hacerlo porque soy tu jefe y yo lo digo asi que vete que si no, te vuelvo a estornudar!
-Bien como como quieras ¬¬ –dijo el hechicero personal y se fue volando mientras comia un pan de melon y al quitarle la envoltura le callo en la cara de Gumball
-“Si me vuelve a contradecir, le voy a quitar hasta el ultimo pan de melón que tenga en su habitación” –penso Gumball
Chapter One, Page 2A sharp gust of wind and rain slapped into my stubbly cheeks then, and swept my hood back, causing my ratty black hair to stream behind me. Damn you, Lort. If you'd given me more time... I shivered in my sleep-suit, and stuffed my numb hands into my armpits. The coat wasn't enough. Not out here, at this time of night.
As though to punctuate this – or maybe Gaia was mocking me? – the bitter air froze my breath, turning it white. This sucks. It isn't fair, you know? We're simple farmers. Well, we are now, since mother died and we had to move here. Why do we have to suffer like this?
“Cursed elves.” My father, Galdak – a tall man, sturdy, and not as flabby as Master Bran – started pacing in front of the fence, and turned back to face me, and my brothers. Suddenly he looked older than his distinguished middle years, his copper eyes sad, and faded. “We’re gonna have to dig deep this year, lads. Deeper than I’d hoped, if we’re to co
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
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