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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.
~Epiphany~ Levi x Reader Chapter 2
Something warm took hold of your hands, comforting you in your troubled sleep. Grasping whatever it was touching you, you pulled yourself closer to the warmth. Funny, it felt sort of like someone's hands...
Your eyes suddenly opening wide, you found yourself cuddling the hands of whoever it was sitting next to your bed. Eyes tracing up the arms you had stolen, you found yourself staring into stormy eyes, gracing you with a faint trace of concern.
"Corporal Levi!" you exclaimed, jerking away. What a wonderful reason to have to explain to your superior that you cuddled things in your sleep.
Disoriented, you gazed about the small hospital room you were in. How did I get here? you thought vaguely. Then the memories of the trial and the conversation afterwards came rushing back to you. With a groan, you laid back on the flat pillow and covered your face with your hands.
"How long was I out this time?" you asked, almost afraid to know.
"About half a day," he responded curtly, crossing his ar
~Epiphany~ Levi x Reader Chapter 1
"It hurts, doesn't it?"
"A little," Eren responded.
You alone entered what looked to be a sitting room, with three people wearing jackets emblazoned with the wings of freedom on their jackets. Erwin had led you to the room, then claimed that he had some business to take care of, leaving you to bravely enter the room alone. Off to the side sat Eren, on a couch and having his wounds tended to by a woman with glasses and a brunette ponytail. Not like he really needed it. Most of his injuries were already healed, and the ones that weren't were halfway there.
Eren jumped up when he saw you. "_____!" he blurted out, rushing over to you and grabbing you in a tight hug. "It feels like I haven't seen you in years," he whispered in your ear.
"Ow, ow, watch the head," you said, cringing when he accidentally nudged your head.
Pulling away, he looked at you questioningly, taking in your thinner appearance and the shadows beneath your eyes. "What happened to you?"
"Hit my head at Trost," you said, w
~Epiphany~ Levi x Reader Prologue
"_____? Can you hear me, _____?"
"I don't think she's awake."
"But-but she needs to get up!" This voice belonged to a high pitched male. "She has to come to Eren's trial. She has vital information that they'll need to hear!"
"Trial?" you murmured, slowly waking up. "What's Eren having a trial for? The only thing I remembered him killing was titans." Then you jerked up out of bed. "Holy shit! Eren is a titan, too!" You looked at the two people standing by you, who were Mikasa and Armin. "We need to go!" A momentary spasm of pain burst through your head, but it was nowhere near as bad as it had once been. Still, it was enough to make you cringe.
"Slow down," Mikasa said, placing a hand on your shoulder, steadying you as well as holding you in a sitting position on your bed. "You've been asleep for a week with a concussion. Moving around suddenly isn't a good idea."
"I've been out that long?" you asked, confused. You had been awake last night, tossing and turning in your bed, but you'd on
~Epiphany~ Levi x Reader PREMISE!
That damned room was so fucking claustrophobic. Sighing as you twisted around in the hospital bed, you winced when a bolt of pain shot through your head.
"Oh, hell," you whispered, wincing in pain. You wondered if this is what your mother had felt that night, so many years ago. Or was it worse? The thought echoed in your mind as the memory flashed through your mind, incapable of forgetting it.
"Momma? Why are you sending me to bed so early?" five-year-old you had asked, wrapping your small hands in your mother's skirt.
She smiled at you fretfully. "I've got something I need to do before I go back to work tomorrow, dear," she had said, her smile looking strained.
"Aw, you have to go back to work?" you sighed, your small, childish face twisting into an adorable pout. "The survey corps never lets you have long breaks, do they mother?"
"Well, if I succeed at what I plan on doing, I'll be on a permanent break, honey," she said, picking you up and setting you on you bed, tucking you in betwe
A Naga's Daughter (Chapter one)It wasn't fair, why did she have to be this way, why did it have to be her? The naga slithered about her and her mate's bedroom chamber, a worried look in her face. She was in a position that put her into a deep despair, she was unable to bear children and it broke her heart, the situation being very discouraging for both her and her mate.
The naga who's name was Josephine had fallen into a deep depression because of it. Her mate Vladimir was saddened to see her like this, he knew she had always wanted to be a mother, and it crushed him to see her hopes and dreams shattered so easily. It wasn't long ago that they learned that Josephine was barren and unable to have any children on her own. After receiving the bad news for a solid week she was inconsolable as she sobbed in their bedroom.
Vlad peeked into the room to see her pacing, he pushed the door open and entered. His golden-amber eyes sweeping over Josephine's voluptuous form, he approached his black scaled mate.
"How are you feeli
The Close CallConnor sat on the dirty floor of the abandoned shopping complex. Hard to believe this place was once a bustling center of merchandise. He glanced again at the darkened floors of the human side. Jane had told him she'd just be a few minutes to explore. He agreed there was a thrill about being out here, where only bums or daredevils had the guts to come on a no-trespassing property. But he was selfish, and wanted his girlfriend to pay more attention to him than these crusty old floor boards. He ran a hand through his close-cropped dirty blonde hair and let out a puff of impatient air.
"Jay, would you hurry up? I'm falling asleep out here."
Conner's crazy deep voice echoed through the bare brick walls. The building itself was older than its last retail occupants, and she was severely in love with its old world, industrial charm. Jane grinned a huge smile and shook her head. Glee and a deeply loving feeling washed through her.
"Good Lord babe!" She yelled back. Walking to an opening
Existence 2. The Gryphon (tf)
The girl barked with laughter and fell over thrashing, and clutching her sides. Red mist streamed around her, small and olive skinned with narrow black eyes and long twisting dark hair, dressed in her usual little orange dress.
Ollie harrumphed and looked away, his hand feeling his scalp in disbelief. There was no hair except light fuzz, the colour he couldn’t be sure of, but it certainly wasn’t his usual black locks. The rest of his body felt wrong too, his build was broader and shorter than usual, than how he was meant to be, just like had happened to Karen when she took the veil potion and changed human. Jess found the entire thing hilarious, she hadn’t laughed all day, but now she was rolling on the floor in a fit of giggles at his sour expression.
“Can’t you make a potion that doesn’t make us baldy? You’re a wizard, you’re meant to be good at magic!” He complained, looking at the mage-boy who was sitting on a rock in the
The Tribute - Prologue
The sun reflected with near-blinding intensity off of shifting sands amidst a strong and merciless wind. Prince Voran, standing motionless atop the hovercraft’s canopied surface desk, wore no protective eyewear; part of him, fueled by his inner fury carried with it the hope that the sun’s dazzling rays, or the eternally blowing sand actually would blind him, so that he would never have to look upon the face of his arranged bride. But meet her he would. His fate was as certain as the caravan’s eventual arrival at the well of Sessalgnus.
This journey felt like an end to his kingdom, a final reminder of his lost world since his father had passed the sentence: his last taste of the sumptuous nectars of the rose palms and the succulent flesh of lamb and cattle spiced with seasonings reserved only for royalty, his last satisfying roll among silken sheets with perfumed brothel girls
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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