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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.
All I Was Able To Give (part 2)He watched as his mate struggled. Day in and out Mikey was sluggish, depressed, unwilling or unable to train for longer than an hour or so. There were times when Raph would catch Mikey holding his stomach as tears trickling down his face. Those times Raph would hug Mikey. Would pull the young turtle tightly against his body and whisper how much he loved Mikey into the turtle's ear.
It was slowly destroying them, both of them. They had wanted a baby for so long. They’d hoped and dreamed of having a child of their own, just as their brother's had, had with their mates; the news that it was almost impossible was a near fatal blow to them. And while Mikey slowly fell into depression Raph found himself becoming more and more violent. At night when he went out on patrols he would bellow and rage at thugs and gangsters. Normally he tried to show some restrain when fighting with them, but now that was gone. He broke bones, fought dirty, did whatever it took to try and release the pent up
Kingdom Hearts III: The Search for Sora Chapter 1
"Is reality a dream, or is dreaming a reality?
The universe is full of answers, I only want one.
My question: Why me?"
Deep within the interior of a large black-painted building, there stood a mouse-like figure. At three feet tall, his face shrouded by a black hood, and only his tail exposed, he gazed out the window towards a scarcely populated area. The only way it could be seen were by the street lights dimly lit.
"We need a new bearer...", said a voice, behind the short mouse.
The short figured turned almost immediately towards the man hidden in darkness. From out of the shadows, the man stood only a foot out and thus could barely be seen.
''I know," the mouse figure spoke. "But the question is…"
"Who will it be?" the shadowed man replied quickly, making a mental note. "The heartless will be drawn to him… So that will make him easier to follow."
"Don't forget… It could be a girl."
The mouse-like figure turned around towards the window once more. It
Game Cave Chapter 01: Bust-A-Bomb!
Blue sky, white clouds, and a hint of desert wind from the east. All was calm, as if the entire universe were holding its breath. Then it exhaled. The sky erupted in a fury of orange, yellow, red, and green flame. A mixture of hellfire and rocket fuel, with a dash of magic thrown in for maximum damage.
Custom explosives were like that, Bombkatt thought, sitting in the Captains chair of the Jolly Dagger. Multicolored, sparkly, vicious. No matter the recipe, each bento bomb was unique. In her mind at least. Katt loved crafting her own weapons, and she was damned good at making them. It was a gift. Bentos, specifically, were her preferred weapon of choice. With the right Majeki inserted, they could even be used to entertain parties. Not these ones. These were made to kill.
The Jolly Dagger, Katt’s newly bought airship, cast a W
Mysteries of the Galactic Guardians - Chapter: 11
Chapter: 11 Cave of Evil
A boisterous, nasally voice spoke up. "Lights...camera...action! Hellooooooo galaxy! Desiree DazzleDaze here with the latest in interstellar news." She quickly twerked her butt implants back into place. "Breaking news. Are the Galactic Guardians finally beaten? Recent reports show that the Phantom has attacked the famed Admiral Jetson's cruiser. Not only was the hero killed, but the Guardians were late to the party...AGAIN. It seems the pony doctor's drones were a flop, and the GoldenHearts?.....No shows!" Her audience laughed and chortled away as she giggled with a snort. "It's bad enough that Queen Elsa threw a fit at her royal ball when another queen attempted to woo her hubby. Speaking of which, where has the king gone off to? Who knows, he may be running off with that curvaceous Madrisian queen. Careful Elsie, Mikie's slowly....but surely....dumping your icy
Mysteries of the Galactic Guardians - Chapter: 13
Chapter: 13 Murderer
1:20 am Madrisia
I immediately shoved the queen off of me and rolled out of bed. "Sirena!", I scolded.
She fidgeted with her nightgown and stuttered, "I...I...I'm sorry! I shouldn't have done that."
I stormed out of the bedroom and into the lounge. "Damn right you shouldn't have! What were you thinking?!"
"I was...erhm...checking up on you. Then I saw you kissing in your sleep...and I....I just had to feel your lips again!"
"Sirena, you're a mess.", I sighed. "Don't you EVER do that again!"
She hung her head in shame. "Oh Michael, I'm so sorry." She fell to her knees and began to sob hysterically. "I don't know who I am anymore!", she bawled.
Having lost my parents, I knew the feelings she was going through. I helped her up and into my arms. "Shhhhhh. Shhhhhh." I rubbed her back as she cried into my shoulder. "I know, your majesty. I know it hurts. But we're gonna get you throu
The Sofa - Part 1Jesse hoped this apartment wasn’t a bust like the last three. He and his future roommate, Rob, had waited too late to start looking, and all the decent, cheap places near campus were taken. So far, the two seniors had seen a place with a rat hanging out by the front stoop, a place where smoke smell had seeped into the carpets, and a place with obvious water damage and one tiny closet. Now Jesse was on his own because the only time the landlord was available to show the apartment was during Rob’s shift at the local coffee shop.
Things weren’t looking too good here either. The landlord had this weird nervous look about him. He kept fidgeting and stalling before they headed into the apartment. “Um, I just want to let you know,” the quiet man was saying, “one of the tenants is in the apartment.” Jesse didn’t see why that should be a big deal. “Um, please don’t mind him.” After that, the man finally led him up the stairs, fid
Mysteries of the Galactic Guardians - Chapter: 12
Chapter: 12 The Queen's Bodyguard
THE FOLLOWING IS TAKEN FROM THE DATALOG OF GALACTIC GUARDIAN, ELSA GOLDENHEART.
I flung open the doors and entered my castle. Anna leapt up from her seat, "Sis? What's wrong?" I hugged her tight.
"It's Michael. He's out of range and Loki....and...and..-"
"Slow down, Elsa.", worried the redhead. "Breathe. What happened to Michael?"
"Loki's behind everything. The attacks...the Phantom. All of it. He has a plot against Michael and now I can't reach him. I'm setting course for Dagobah, and I'm bringing him home." I broke free of my sister's embrace and raced upstairs.
"Wait, Elsa. This could be a trap!"
"I don't care, Anna. He's my husband and I'll travel to the ends of the galaxy for him." I looked at my wedding ring, gaining motivation from it. "I'll love him forever. For better and for worse. Anna, you are in charge if.....until...I return." I packed my bags
Every Breath You Take || Ch. 10Already shielding herself from the sight of Abels' withered wounds, Claire twisted around to match the face to the voice.
Dean. Dean was here, which meant things were suddenly and overwhelmingly looking up for her. But he wasn't just looking at her. Her heart went out to him when she saw the horror twist his features upon spotting the shrunken Sam pinned to the table. He muttered Sam's name, but the brothers were only able to share anxious eye contact from the space between them. Dean's eyes were back up again to Abel's, and Claire was exceedingly grateful she wasn't the target of that cold rage.
Abels clenched his jaw furiously when he saw Claire face glow for the blond hunter. If these damnable hunters hadn't intervened, she would have already been tamed by this point!
"You really think I would hand her over to you? When this is what you let happen to the people under your watch?" The witch gestured to Sam, easily playing up on the guilt Dean already burdened himsel
Cursed (1)Bryce was excited by the idea of a giant outside the village. What was the giant like? Having been asleep for a century- or so he'd heard- others had been afraid because of the stories they'd heard. Scared that the giant might destroy their village...or that it would be hungry when it came out. But Bryce had always been adventurous. He wasn't afraid of any giant! He was a bold 13-year-old with a loud mouth. He grinned, completely giddy about some action finally coming to their corner of the woods.
Bryce woke up early one summer morning. He had asked his best friend to come with him in a giant hunt, wondering if he'd come to "slay the giant" with him. Just to see if the old tales were true, at the very least. The pre-teen waited impatiently at sunrise, at the big tree just outside the village's entrance. His old, beaten backpack hung near empty on his back and he waited to see if his friend would actually meet him.
It wasn't much later, Bryce's friend, Alec, came around the bend, a ba
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
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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