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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.
The Little Girl in the Yellow Nightgown GTChristoph let out a soft grunt as something tiny and warm pressed into his abdomen. Frowning with confusion, the young giant began to sit up in bed, careful not to lose focus on that little tiny feeling on his skin. Rubbing his dark facial scruff, Christoph reached with his other hand to flip the switch of the bed side lamp- he gasped as light flooded his tired eyes, and waited for his pupils to adapt…
The giant then gently removed his bed covers, and gazed down at his bare stomach and breathed out sharply.
The sight before him was astonishing- a girl, a tiny little thumbing of a girl lay shivering on his skin… She had dark long hair, the color of a panther's coat, and skin (much tanner and darker than Christoph's) which was as warm and brown as golden hot chocolate.. Christoph felt his eyebrows furrow as he thought, 'How in the universe has such a little morsel ended up here?"
Christoph was never fond of eating humans- squirmy, fatless little things… B
Embroidered 11 ( LevixReader AU)
You called Petra over after you had taken care of Levi and sent him to bed. She didn't waste time to make it over after you mentioned that Levi was already over your house. You opened your door to get the mail just as Petra rushed from her car to your porch.
"Oh thank goodness! I was afraid that I'd be stuck out here." Petra exclaimed removing her soaked hood from her head.
"How is he"?
"Well, he's sleep right now...I think. You know come to think of it, that little fucker is really quiet."
"[Name]! You didn't bother to check on him"!?
"Haha oh Petra calm down alright. I checked on him. Now get your butt in here it's cold dammit." You said to stepping aside so that she could get in. Light thunder crackled in the distance as Petra made her way into your family room and switched on your t.v.
"Hey [Name], would you like to watch t.v.? Oh sure Pet, here take the remote why don't you." You replied sarcastically.
"Aww, [Name], You shouldn'
Neither A Light, Nor A Heat - Part 1Cold wind whistled through the gorge that cut through the Ascarlin Mountains, sending a shiver through Lyne that rattled all the way down to the bone. Below, autumn colors were settling into the woods that surrounded the city of Negav. People were tending warm hearths, cooking dinner as the heat radiated out into the room and melted off the chill starting to settle in. Snow was rare in Felarya's only permanent human settlement, but that knowledge did little to make the winter rains less frigid.
Lyne pulled his cloak around him and hunched forward, trying to keep his hands from the iron barrel of his rifle, which refused to hold any heat. His shirt and pants were at least warm enough to keep the chill off of his wire-thin body, and the mop of loose, curly hair was thick enough to hold in what heat he managed to acquire.
"Liven up, son," said the driver next to him. He dug his elbow into Lyne's side, and about knocked the young man over. "You look like you're keeping a graveyard watch."
Marry Me! -Capitulo 2 - Parte 3Se encontraba refugiada a la fresca sombra de un enorme árbol, en el lugar citado la noche anterior, unas horas antes de la hora marcada. -¿Porqué había llegado tan temprano?-Se preguntaba a sí misma en voz alta.
-Porque la puesta de sol de hoy es muy hermosa y quería compartirla contigo.- Contestó una voz de tono varonil desde unas ramas arriba del árbol.
Alzo su vista, divisando al dueño de aquella voz tan seductoramente madura y dulce.-Eres demasiado cursi ¿No crees?- Sonrió burlonamente, sin poder notar la reacción del hombre que se encontraba sobre el árbol, pues éste llevaba una capa gris con el gorro puesto, por lo que este último escondía celosamente su rostro con la sombra que provocaba.
-Debes admitir que es una hermosa vista.- Insistió aquel hombre, haciendo caso omiso al comentario de la vampiresa.
-Sí, lo es…-Respondió la Reina Vampiro
Facing Your Fears :: 6Rehabilitation Process: Day 6...
The days were passing by. Though Persephone seemed keen to keep interacting with Terrence while her sight was impaired, Flora continued pestering her older sister about removing her makeshift blindfold or at least accustoming herself to touching Terrence. She refused to believe that her sister wasn't ready for this next step, as Persephone had been talking to Terrence recently without so much as stuttering even once. Obviously she had been growing more comfortable with the giant spider over the course of the week yet each time Flora suggested their next course of action, Persephone would a way to dodge it.
Unfortunately, Terrence also proved little to no help coercing Persephone; he wanted her to progress at her own pace and didn't in the slightest want to force her into some situation she was uncomfortable with. He sought her trust, after all, and forcing her to touch him might risk that trust. He constantly told Flora th
Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.30
There was no way you would consider the current body reaction, the extreme shaking, the dryness of your lips, and the moistness that came to your eyes, was due to Jack being so very close to you. Extremely close. Those large bright blue eyes bore into yours with exquisite curiosity and illusionary worry, because your thoughts believed that was the only thing it could be; an illusion.
Your body trembled even more as you gazed back at the reflection of yourself that should never have existed in those eyes. It couldn’t exist. The person in those eyes looked lost and scared, which you had always tried your very best to avoid in any kind of situation. But the worst part in that reflecting image was the love-struck look you had fathom about for years and never had the accuracy to define it correctly.
Jack moved forward and you stepped back, lifting your hands to rub your eyes and blinked several times. Maybe there was something caught in your eyes, a speck of dust, maybe? Perhap
Myth City Role-Play: Part One
(I most likely made this look more epic than I ought. But I wanted to do a crime noir style with this one. >w> )
This was done between :iconShadowdancer172: and :iconJessica-Rae-3:. She plays the part of Adair and was the one t start the prompt. I slightly rephrased her first part to fit in a story mode. Enjoy.
Hugh, a werewolf, is a police officer in a city that mixes humans and mythical creatures; which, of course, makes his job much more difficult. While most of these mythical creatures choose to stay in their natural forms, a few - more specifically, the larger ones - appear as humans, so that they can live more comfortably in a human-sized city.
One day, Hugh had to go a few miles outside of the city, into a deep forest, to check up on one person who hasn't paid their taxes or even really visited the city, as far as he knew, in quite a while.
When he reached their home, he grimaced. It's clear this p
Embroidered 12 ( LevixReader AU)
You, Petra and Levi had moved your little group project upstairs in the family loft. The storm had gotten even worse as time flew by. Working by nothing but the light of the candles and flashlights you were just about finished with your group project. All you had to do was print out the statistics and pie chart and you all were done but of course, the power is out and there's no telling when it's going to come back on again. Your laptop was the only source of entertainment but no one could agree on what movie to watch. And no one meaning You and Levi. So here the three of you were. Sprawled out on the floor in the loft staring into the sky light watching as the rain tapped violently against it and the lightning flashed. Normally, thunderstorms would put you to sleep but this is totally different. Your teeth began to ache due to the munchies you had gotten and your stomach cursed you out loudly for neglecting to fill it up. Levi and Petra both heard this and exchanged looks at ea
Myth City Role-Play: Part Two
(I love the pic still! )
It wasn't until about a week later when Judy was sitting in her office that she got the phone call. She was chewing on some gum while filing down her nails since this was her break, but of course someone would call at that moment. She shouted at the other cubicles, "Phone call!"
No one responded.
She sucked her teeth and then answered the phone with a grumble, "Mythos Taxing Relief. This is Judy Sanders. How may I help you?"
Adair paused, sighed, and replied, in a slightly strained voice (it took a huge amount of effort to degrade himself this way), "I'm having a little trouble, paying bills." He took another breath. He supposed he'd have to tell her the reason, then... "My family has acquired a debt, and I don't have the money." He said shortly, irritation in his tone. He knew he was supposed to be 'polite' or something like that...but it was so difficult, when all he felt like doing was picking a good
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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