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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.
Ominous- Jeff The Killer x Reader Ch.8After the surprising encounters of yesterday, you were taken back out through unfamiliar woods until you reached a large house.
You were given a room, down the hall from Jeff and Eyeless Jack, which was surprising, considering that the two killers were the last people you'd want to be around at night.
The first few days were rough however, and the murderous clan took special time out of their day to "familiarize" themselves with you.
Toby was by far the nicest. He could be a bit of a downer at times, and his tourettes took some getting used to, but he seemed the most similar to you.
Masky and Hoodie were friendly enough, but you always caught them spying on you for no apparent reason. Hoodie never spoke above a whisper and it creeped you out.
Masky was gentle and extremely shy, but on several occasions you found him on the floor having violent coughing fits, and swallowing handfuls of pills. He almost never removed his mask, unless he was sleeping.
Eyeless Jack, the second oldest, was
Ominous- Jeff The Killer x Reader Ch.7As the creatures words sunk in, you felt your heart skip several beats.
You blinked rapidly and took a few steps back. You weren't angry, you weren't terrified, instead you felt a foreign and unexpected feeling that you couldn't find a
You looked back at Jeff, who had a hand curled into his hair in frustration. He met your gaze for a brief moment before looking at Slenderman.
"But can't you just-"
"My Proxies have a particular skill set, as you've most likely seen from Jeffery. Now, I must ask; what is your relationship with him? It is extremely unheard of for him to spare a life."
Slenderman said, cutting him off.
You gulped. What was your relationship with him?
Friend? No, he wouldn't hesitate to kill you if he wanted to.
"He had said that he kept me around for company, out of boredom." You replied, which was the honest truth. Jeff wasn't affectionate in any way, and enjoyed getting under your skin.
The only time he showed you concern was out of necessit
Fun At The FairLeo sighed. How had Mikey talked him into this?
"That’ll be $20."
Handing the money to the ticket vendor Leo did his best to keep his hand hidden in the large sleeve of his coat so as not to alert the man that Leo and Mikey were not human. A moment later the man shoved two small slips of paper into his hand before waving them away.
"Have fun at the fair. NEXT!"
Handing one of the tickets to Mikey, Leo rolled his eyes as Mikey let out a loud giggle and began pulling him towards the entrance to the fairgrounds. Following Mikey's lead Leo watched amused as Mikey handed his ticket to the person at the gate before going inside and pausing for Leo to join him.
Once inside the fair Leo did his best to keep up with Mikey who practically ran; checking out every booth and stall while staring longingly up at some of the rides.
As they passed by one of the booths, a man's voice called to them.
"Hey kid! Come over here. If you pop a balloon you'll win a prize."
Leo rolled his eyes and did his
Words Of Healing (PART 2)RAPH’S POV
As much as they all wanted to keep watch over their youngest brother splinter had decided that it would be best for them to do so in shifts, with Raph going first, then Leo, then Donnie and finally splinter himself. When they had protested, pleading with him to let them all watch Mikey together splinter had insisted; stating that being alone would also give each of them time to process what had happened to Mikey on their own time. Sighing Raph remembered what splinter had said. That even though Mikey was unconscious talking to him would help aid his recovery.
“Hey…….Mikey…….can you hear me?”
Mikey didn’t respond; again Raph sighed.
“So…….look……….i know we don't talk much……I guess I scare you. I promise……I don't do it on purpose…..I just………”
He sighed again, running his hand over his face. Why was this so hard for him? He got
Goodbye .:EnglandxReader:. (Part 1)
If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, it is yours forever.
I let out another sigh, already exhausted for the day and it was only noon. Mister England has me working day and night now, well ever since America and many others had left him. He lost Canada, Hong Kong, and so many others, I was all that was left really. I remember the happy times, when he used to be so much kinder, so loving. But that wasn't the England I know now.
I am known as the personification of (c/n), but most like to call me (f/n) (l/n). I've been around for many years, it’s still a wonder how I am still under British rule, but my country is small and I never get the chance to make allies to help me. England keeps me on a tight leash; there is barely a moment that he isn't watching over
Words Of Healing (PART 3)He was floating. Light shown all around him, forcing him to keep his eyes closed or be blinded. from far away he could hear voices, people talking, the feeling of people touching him. But he ignored the feelings and voices. He was comfortable to just lay here with his eyes closed. He felt at peace, the pain that had wracked his body before was gone now, replaced by a gentle numbness that was oddly comforting.
That voice was louder, but at the same time soft, feminine, and caring. But still he ignoed this new voice to.
There it was again, calling to him. Slowly he felt things begin to change. It was like he was slowly sinking underwater.
“Michelangelo……it is time to wake up.”
Groaning he slowly opened his eyes. The blinding light was gone. Blinking slowly he turned his head; looking around the new place he was in. he was laying under a blanket. Above him a large tree stretched up into the seemingly endless
A Royal Guard's Protective Arms
Mikey groaned as he slowly began to wake. He was warm; completely cocooned by the blankets on his bed; and he was not alone. He could feel Leo's arms around his hips, gently holding Mikey's smaller body against Leo's larger body.
The sound came from his throat without conscious thought. He couldn't help it. He felt so happy. Last night had been the best night of his life, last night he'd confessed to the man he loved and not only had Leo accepted him and not pushed him away; but they'd slept together. Another low hum came from his throat as he remembered the previous night. He’d never felt that was before. He’d never like that before. He’d never felt such need grip his body.
Slowly shifting, Mikey raised his head up off the pillow to look around his room. Early morning sunlight was slowly shining into the room, making everything look slightly orange. Off in the distance he could hear guards going about their rounds. He groaned as he felt Leo's warm breath rac
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
Red Riding HoodI want to believe people so badly when they say they won’t bite
that I contemplate climbing into their smiling jaws
thinking that it might be better to be split in two than left hanging.
But always, I draw my red hood and flit back into the forest
running in the shadows of pathways, never stepping into clearings
because I’ve spent my whole life in the wilderness
and I still can’t tell the wolves from the woodsmen.
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