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A Child Off The GridThe year was 2112, three years after the third world war. Peace was the constant. As with the end of war, reconstruction was called for. People joined hand-in-hand to rebuild the peace they have yearned for so much. They built a unified city, a city with one leader and one government. They called this great city “Irini.”
At this great time of peace, technology was everywhere. Almost everyone had access to technology. Everyone but an unfortunate few.
One of these unfortunate few was a child named Emem, born of the war, and named after peace.
The child had no access to technology, a raid by an unnamed country wiped out all the technology off the child’s district, pushing them off the grid indeterminately.
His district was far off from any other; residents of it were forced to travel to other districts to gain access to technology. This was not only terribly inconvenient to them, but it was also equally expensive. Emem was unfortunately born in the extremely poor family
Yaya! The Life and Times of Bernadette Dimayuga C1Chapter 1: Stop Telephoning Me
You hear the abbey bells ring, they signal the beginning of the day. The reverend mother and the other sisters are on their way to sing the morning hymns. All that peace in the abbey is too much for you. You simply need to get out and sing! You quietly sneak away to the hills.
It's all green there, the birds are flying, and the animals are mating. The breeze is cool, and you just can't resist singing:
The hills are alive with the sound of music
With songs they have sung for a thousand years
It's too beautiful, the birds started to sing with you, and together you all go:
The hills fill my heart with the sound of music
My heart wants to sing every song it hears
You are then surrounded by the birds, as they clothe you in a white dress, a man appears before you. It's the love of your life, who we will be naming later on. He kneels down, grins sweetly, pulls out a ring from his pocket, and says:
STOP CALLING, STOP CALLING, I DON'T WANNA THINK ANYMORE
I LEFT MY
Short Story Intro: A Child Named EmemThe year was 2112, three years after the third world war. Peace is now the constant. As with the end of war, reconstruction was called for. People joined hand-in-hand to rebuild the peace they have yearned for so much in the last 20 years. They built a unified city, a city with one leader and one government. They called this great city "Irini"
At this great time of peace, technology was everywhere. Almost everyone had access to technology. Everyone but an unfortunate few.
One of these unfortunate few was a child named Emem, born of the war, and named after peace. The child's head bore yellow locks that shined under the artificial sun. Emem was androgynous; the child mystified everyone, even the writer. However, we will assume that the child is male.
The child had no access to technology, a raid by an unnamed country wiped out all the technology off the child's district, pushing them off the grid indeterminately.
The district was far off from any other; residents of it were forced to tr
Failed NaNoWriMo: A Group of Crows"Iz' six 'o clock already, shop's closed." Andrew Chapelman, a man in his 50s, said before he closed the door to his establishment. "Gots' me a family in old country, gotta save them up some grub."
Andrew closed the lights, and walked off to his home. The walk wasn't quiet, like all walks. But one thing- it didn't go as well as he expected.
"CAWW! CAWW!" a figure screeched from an unknown place. "Who goes there?" He said, as he walks faster. "BUKAWW! BUKAWW!" The figure screeched louder, Andrew was getting more frightened. "W-w-who goes there? L leave me be!" He said in his usual accent, walking faster, this time running.
Andrew, terrified as heck, ran for his life, dropping his leather bag and black umbrella. "CAWW! CAWW!" He heard the sound once more, he ran faster, as beads of sweat ran down his forehead.
Andrew reached his destination, luckily unharmed. Beads of sweat turned to streams. He cupped himself for his keys, but to no avail, nothing. "Oh fricklefrackle, my bag!" He s
A Ball of AngerIt is my own choice
to shout in my voice.
Louder than the noise,
"Oh, the world's joys!"
My smile is endless,
Going for miles deemed aimless.
But indeed that was an exaggeration,
nothing but an evil manipulation.
It is my choice to speak
in a manner most sarcastic
if my anger reached its peak
And I am what you call, "ticked."
Indeed I am not elated
Obviously not felicitated
You are clueless beyond doubt,
ignoring my furious bout.
I absolutely do not blame you
For the things you do.
I blame myself for being stupid
and acting beyond tepid.
"My anger curled up to a ball
To hide from your eyes
for they were standing tall,
enough to hear its cries."
Did you see my metaphor?
Why I used it I do not know what for.
Perhaps it is to emphasize
My idiocy without compromise.
I am sorry for hiding
The fire before it grew hot
Perhaps my efforts would not be for naught
If I showed it to you for biding.
I Will Look BackAfter a life of no regrets
and a life beyond perfect;
At the end of my life,
I will look back.
I will look back
at the life I deemed perfect,
with one thought in my mind,
"This was all a lie."
Shocked and bereaved am I
To witness my life unfolding.
All the quarrels and misfortunes
Seemed all too realistic.
"What have I done?"
I say with a tear.
"The life I deemed perfect
was despicable to my eyes."
Now with my eyes closing
and my breath departing
I regret that I have lived
without fear and regret
The wounds of time cannot be healed.
The damage inflicted is irreversible.
Believe me when I say,
"I am sorry for what I have done."
A Glass of EmotionsClick once and turn then push
To reveal a bar lighted in dim
Once so full and lush
but now empty and skim.
A man turns around with a smile.
A smile so wide it was vile,
He then spoke with his lips,
with his hands on his hips.
"What'cha havin', sir?
Drinks of all sorts I have,"
He spoke with a slur.
"So, what'll you have?"
"Here is a drink you must not overdrink,
A drink I like to call Bravery.
Drink too much it will lead to the brink,
and at once you drop to slavery."
"How about some Love?
Aye, I like this one, bub!
Drink too much, you go insane,
Speaking words too inane!"
"Have some Realization, have one!
Though if overdosed don't come a-knocking,
For I must make a clever pun.
Drink too much and it'll be... shocking."
He then smiles to me quite wide,
as I stare at a man whose madness
is a madness I cannot subside.
Surely, this man dropped me into sadness!
Click once and turn then pull,
To conceal a bar lighted in dim
With a man inside full of bull
Now I know why it was empty and skim.
Stand My GroundHow much more of my might would it take,
to stand my ground and make it shake,
scream at people who are fake,
and say, "This, I cannot take!"
To all those laughs
which label me quite daft;
All behind my back,
Is there something I lack?
And the cruel eyes that crush me!
What more of me can they see,
if nothing I have I can hide,
and nothing boring enough to let slide?
But if all the might in the world I did have,
I'd shout out loud with one quick jab,
"Stop the poo and cut the crap,
I'm not your average lonely sap!"
You Will ReturnI'm in the rain,
coughing and wheezing,
Yet I am waiting.
I try to keep a smile on,
for you might frown
on the sight of mine.
Yet I am waiting.
I see several stones nearby,
written on it are two dates and a dash.
Is this where people sleep,
just like you?
It is rather odd
to sleep underground,
but you told me to wait for you
and you will return.
I do not understand
Why it was written
on your stone,
"We will miss you."
I know I won't,
because you will return.
I will see your smile,
and you will see mine.
I'm in the rain,
with a smile and nothing else.
yet I am waiting.
Poland X Child!Reader
Okay, first time writing Poland! Let's do this!
Poland X Child!Reader - It's Going To Be Okay.
"Hey, are you, like, okay?" A male voice asked.
The girl opened her eyes and looked at a man with soaked straw blonde hair sticking to his cheeks and bright green eyes, full of life, curiosity and worry. He was dressed in a salmon pink collared, button up shirt, black pants and black shoes. The girl looked at the man in confusion. "Are you talking to me?" She asked. The man nodded and said, "Yeah, like, who else would I be talking to?"
The small girl shrugged. "I dunno. Why are you worried about me anyways? No one else has been..." She said. The man felt a tug at his heart and picked the small, cold, wet girl up. She didn't protest. "Because I have a heart, unlike some of these people..." The man said. "Wanna, like, come to my house? It's totally warm there and I could, like, get you some totally cute clothes." He asked the girl. The girl simply nodded. "That'd be
Reader x Dave: Puns"Hurry up ___! Do it! I want to see how this goes!"
"Shut up John! Give me time! Go make some cookies or whatever!" You hissed at your friend, John Eggbert, as you stared at your computer. The two of you were trying to figure out a way to get you to cleverly admit your love for none other than Dave Strider, the cool 'swaggie' kid.
'I got this...'
-- -_ [ -_ ] began pestering turntechGodhead [ tG ] at 12 : 37 P.M --
tG: holy fuck what do you want ___
-_: I am trying to impress John and everyone by thinking of puns! I know that your irony can help me, right~?
-_: Oh what?
tG: can you do algebra
-_: *___ sighs loudly at what (s)he knew would lead up to this* yes Dave, I can do algebra. I'm not the best, but I can get you at least a C on that math report you have on Wednesday.
tG: sweet okay who do you need puns for
-_: literally everyone! All the trolls and the rest of you kiddos!
tG: dont call me a kiddo
Hetalia X Child!Reader - It's Going To Be Okay.Hetalia X Child!Reader- It's Going To Be Okay.
A child no more than five walked around in the downpour outside, dressed in what used to be a light shirt and shorts. Her wet, matted (H/C) hair plastered to her face by the rain. She was deathly pale and her dull (E/C) orbs showed no spark of life. The few strangers on the streets payed her no attention. She was used to it. No one cared for her. She saw a bench so she climbed onto it and sat down and closed her eyes.
Until she heard a voice.
Kidnapped-Loki X Reader prt 1
I was busy watching the Avengers I was at the part where the Hulk was slamming Loki; The God of mischief into the Stark Tower floor. I know that its rude to laugh when someone is getting slammed into the floor, but I couldn't help it when the Hulk said and I quote 'Pewy God' I could help, but laugh. It was the second time I had watched this movie since I had gotten it for my 26th birthday, but unlike most Avenger fans I was a fan of the Godly brothers mainly the troublesome one named Loki. I yawned as the movie came to an end, I wanted to watch it for the third time, but I couldn't keep my calico eyes open. 'Damn it all ' I thought. So I left it in the dvd player, and went to read a comic book on Thor I got half way thru reading about some place called Asgard, falling to sleep with the comic book open on my chest after a while of sleeping I heard a light tapping at my window which was strange because I lived on the second floor of a red old brick building. Yawning again I groaned, and
Fate's Desire Chapter 1 (GT) Running...how long had she been running?
Arie felt like she was in a perpetual frenzy. A cold sweat had formed on her neck and forehead. Her breathing was getting heavy. She continuously glanced in all directions as she ran, practically gliding through the thick forest. Moon light crept through the inconsistent tree branches and leaves above her. Her body was illuminated temporarily when meeting these small rays of light; other than that, however, she was in total darkness. Even though her heart raced and her mind was overwhelmed with thoughts, her light green eyes maintained a determined look.
She would survive, no matter what.
But she also knew that her body couldn't do this forever. She was in pretty good shape, but Arie's knew she had been in a constant sprint for at least 10 minutes. She slowed her pace and looked in the direction she came. Not noticing anything peculiar, she continued forward. After abo
Last of my Kind [Prologue]
How could someone sum up [Male!Names] relation with all the nations? In simple terms one could say he had good relations with all of them. Being one of the oldest beings in existence since the Nations had come to life he had been there for all of them. He had comforted them when any of them were hurt, he had been there when wars had begun, when wars had ended. He had been there to comfort Nations when they had forcefully been split.
He was more than just a kind person. He was a great being. He never even thought of himself, he always put them before him. For example when he himself had been badly injured, he had still comforted the Germany Brothers when they had been apart. He had always been there, and nobody even knew much about him. It was obvious that he must have been a nation himself, but they wondered which nation. There surely were a few Nations they had overlooked over the centuries, but which one was this certain [h/c] man?
It was a question nobody dared to ask him. Of course
Karkat X Troll-Reader: part 1The world around you was on fire, people and trolls rushed by you screaming trying to escape the fire that threatened to claim their lives. (friends name) stood before you her back turned towards you. Slowly you reached your hand forward and grasped her shoulder. “(friends name) are you ok?” you asked as you made her turn towards you. As her body faced you you reeled back in fear, (friends name) eyes were rolled back showing only the whites and blood dark and red poured from her eyes and mouth. You watched on in horror as the skin on her face began to peel away showing the pale white bone beneath. You were frozen with fear only able to watch “You did this to me (your name), you KILLED ME!” (friends name) shrieked her now skeletal hands grasped your neck. “I-I di-n't...” you choked, air coming less and less as she continued to squeeze harder.
You were suddenly pulled from her grasp and shaken like a ragdoll “WAKE UP WOMAN!!!” your ey
Sky's past is back to get him. Chap 1.His life was easier as a child you might say. But if you knew his child-hood. You would feel for him. That's why that's where I'm going to start. I'm Phinalyna Deadcraft and I blame my self for what's now happening.......
"Father, I don't want to kill people." My father, Herobrine, turned around eying me. I was shaking. I never told him I didn't want to do what he wanted me to do. "Are you disrespecting me boy? Your just like your mother!" I golped. I made him mad, again. He turned around and held me in the air by my neak. "P...please father.... It's... not right." "Your a brine. You will start acting like one!" He smiled at me his white eyes dug a hole through mine. "You know what. I remembered it's birthday. Happy 13th birthday Skybrine." He let me go, and I fell to the floor coughing. He remembered. Why? "As a punishment for doing that and for your coming of age as a Brine. I'm making you the Squid Brine of the family. If you can't act like a brine is supposed to then y
Fate's Desire Chapter 2 (GT)Jean had been strolling through the forest surrounding glen nearby his cabin. It was a crisp, sunny autumn day, and he felt the need to take it all in. Walking around, he looked up and saw birds tending to their nests in the trees. Moving his gaze down, however, he spotted something…peculiar lying on one of the tree branches. He walked towards the tree to get a better look. On one of the lower branches, he saw what looked like…a human?! Getting closer, his face was level with the branch. It was a girl, who appeared to be asleep on the branch. Jean was fixated on her. This was the first time he had ever seen a human. Why was she here, of all places?
To his shock, she opened her eyes, which accompanied by her face, slowly turned to face him. They immediately widened. He was unsure of what to do. He realized that he was probably too close for her comfort, but his curiosity got the better of him.
To the Ends of the Earth 1Young Aniston was lying flat on his bed, contemplating what he has achieved from his birth up until now. He even thought how he was born, how he got out of that cramped hole that was of his mother's. He thought how he talks to himself without talking, so many questions, left unanswered.
He was bored; he needed something to cure his aggravating illness that was called boredom. He rolled left and right on his bed, he can't think of anything, either that- or he was thinking too much that he can't understand what he was thinking. He got confused, pressing his hands against his head, his head was aching.
He decided to go down, and get something to eat. 'Something, anything, this headache is killing me!' He thought as he went down the stairs, only to see an empty fridge, like a growling puppy, he was enraged, and screamed at his palms, he didn't have anything to scream at.
Aniston, enraged was forced to go out to the local store to buy some food, until he realized he didn't have s
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