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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.
Daddy...meet my Boyfriend.
Your second daughter, Christa, has decided to finally invite her boyfriend over for dinner. You're the only person that knew of your daughter's secret boyfriend and kept her secret from her over protective father and brothers.
"I'm just glad I get to meet this mystery man of yours, Chrissy. What's his name again." You asked as you poured the pasta into the strainer.
"Reiner. Mom...could you please keep your voice down"? Christa asked nervously. You knew she was afraid of her father over hearing her. And Levi's ears had more power than thirty bloodhounds put together.
"Oh, sorry sweetie. What time is supposed to be coming over"? You whispered.
"He should be arriving in ten minutes."
"Who should be arriving in ten minutes"? A deep and v
"Mom can you please stop taking photos? This is the third memory card that you've replaced since I put on the dress." Mikasa complained. You on the other hand was over joyed. Your oldest daughter Mikasa was getting ready for her magical prom night and soon preparing for her graduation. Christa was sitting on her big sister's bed just as happy as you were.
"Oh Mikki quit complaining! You are just absolutely beautiful!! Look at my baby!" You squealed. Mikasa couldn't help but smile at her overly happy mother.
"Oh! I remember when I went to my prom. I went three times though." You started.
"Three"? Christa asked dumbfounded.
"Well yeah. The first time I went with your uncle Mike because he's a weirdo and no one wanted to go with him. The second time I went with Mr. Springer....that I regret. And the last, Oh my! That was my prom night. My prom ni
Embroidered 13 (LevixReader AU)
It was nightfall by the time the storm blew over. The streets of Rose township were slightly flooded with little debris from trees and garbage. Petra decided to spend the night and went home to get some clothes. As for you, of course you had to stay and watch Levi, whose fever was starting to let up a little bit. After that whole incident, you refused to look at him or even speak to him. Of course he was pissed off about it but he didn't let it show. He pretended not to care, which was a big mistake. He finished his second part of his experiment by seeing how you'd react if he did something that caught you by surprise, which was a big success. But the third and final step of his plan was interrupted by Petra. The third step would have concluded your feelings for him. Your acceptance of him. He was looking forward to tasting your lips. And hearing you moan his name as he kissed your flesh sent him over the edge. He was going to make you his ri
Eyeless Jack x Reader Part 1: First Visit(Your Pov)
You woke up to the sound of shuffling, like someone was in your room. You quickly and saw a dark figure with a blue mask that had no eyes, climbing through your window. *thump* He fell "ow" the dark figure groaned. When he saw you awake, you were about to scream just when he covered your mouth. "Shhh, I wont hurt ya. My name's Eyeless Jack, (Y/N) right?" EJ uncovered your mouth in the process, "Y-You know m-my name!? How?" You questioned him. Hmm oh! I've been watching you for a while my dear (Y/N), your very interesting~". "O-oh ok then... So um what d-do you w-want?" "Well.. cant I just visit my new best friend huh?" he questioned. "Wait, 'new best friend'? What do y- HEY! wait where are you going!?"
Later cutie, I'll be back~!" He cooed as he jumped out your window. "Until tomorrow I guess.." And back to bed you went.
TO BE CONTIUED!!
The Soul Keeper II: Ch. 23Chapter 23
“WHAT?!” Sky immediately jumped up, nearly shouting, “Do you know who took him? Where has he been taken? Ethan, tell me!”
“First, don’t grab me like that!” Ethan snarled, taking Sky’s hands off of his shoulders, “Second, calm down so we can think of a rescue plan.”
Sky winced as Ethan’s claws dug into his skin, pulling his hands back, “Uh, s-sorry… but Ty is my best friend, so of course I’d be worried about him.”
Ethan gave a curt nod, then crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall. He knew Adam and Ty’s friendship had lasted for years, probably more than what Sky had with him, though he had left for a certain amount of time before suddenly appearing out of the blue almost two years ago. For a time, he had been jealous of Ty, but that jealousy didn’t last long. He had reasoned that since he had someone who meant a lot to him, so
Strange Recruits GTZaria pushed her black rimmed glasses up her nose and blinked rapidly. Outside of her one bedroom apartment was a trio of black and white police cars…
Zaria stood up slowly and grabbed her VOLVO 1990 240 keys and stuffed them in her jacket. The last thing she wanted was noise… She had four finals to study for, and no proper studying would be done with the Fuzz close by.
The 19 year old opened her front door and shut it neatly, locking it with her ears alert.
"Zariana Jones?" a soft male voice sounded from behind.
Zaria froze. She hadn't' heard someone call her by that name in years…
She turned and gasped. Leaning against one of the police cars was a tall fair man, with piercing blue eyes. His blonde hair was combed back neatly, his jaw shaven, making his already angular face look even sharper.
He noticed Zaria staring and seemed to lessen the tension with a smirk. "Ah… There you are, Miss Jones. We've been waitin
The Green Ribbon Part 3“Sarah? Sarah!” I called. I was in the halls and she was nowhere to be spotted, until I heard a sound of a hand dryer from the bathroom. I could also hear her voice complaining.
“God, what idiots!” She was talking about us, of course.
Wait a minute, this could be my chance! She must have removed the ribbon from her neck. All I had to do was open that door and see and her secret will be revealed. No. No way. That is a girl’s bathroom! Haven’t I been more creepy enough? All of a sudden the door opened and Sarah came out and saw me. She was still wearing that green ribbon around her neck and her dress was all dried up… well -ish. She stared at me with an angry glare.
“Where you spying on me?”
“Uhh… no… I just…”
“Ok what is your problem? What is wrong with you?”
“I’m guessing a lot of things. Look me and Derek, well mostly me, are really REALLY sorry. We’ll leave you alone
Jack Frost x Reader - First Impressions(Chapter 14)
Jack was shaking you gently, trying to wake you up.
“C’mon wake up!” he seemed to be very determined to wake you up.
You rolled over on your back. “What do you want?”
“It’s Easter and Bunnymund wants us all to go watch the kids look for eggs” Jack looked a little annoyed when he mentioned Bunnymund.
“Why? They are just going to be looking around, trying to find some weird colored eggs”
“You better be glad Bunnymund wasn’t here to hear you say that” Jack was holding back a laugh. “Just c’mon, this means a lot to him.”
“Fine, let me get changed then I’ll be ready.” You got up, grabbed some clothes and headed for the bathroom.
As you looked at yourself in the body length mirror, your eyes widened in shock. Just above the band on your underwear, there was a black circle about the size of a fist that had formed. The circle was on the spot where the arrow hit you.
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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