Seared Onto My Heart. Angels Take Manhattan Fic.A/N: Spoilers for Angels Take Manhattan.Seared Onto My Heart. Angels Take Manhattan Fic. by cheriluvs10
River sighed angrily while she watched the Doctor. She was sitting on the seat beside the console watching while he flew his ship into the vortex. Ever since he read the afterward Amy wrote for the Melody Malone novel, he had been determined to go back to when she was seven and see her one more time. River had tried to talk him out of it, reasoning it would only bring him more heartache but he refused to listen and now he was barely speaking to her. Still, River was extremely stubborn so she tried to get through to him again.
"It won't change things," River said as he walked around the console to his monitor. "You can't change the future by doing this."
"I know that, River," the Doctor growled under his breath. "I'm not trying to change the future. I just want to see her one more time."
"Doctor, you're only making it worse," River said. "You need to let go and move on."
"I CAN'T MOVE ON!" the Doctor roared at her.
He swallowed hard when he saw t
Vampire!MycroftxReader (BBC) part 2You groaned as the sunlight appeared around the edge of the blinds, shining directly onto your face to wake you from your sleep. You pushed yourself up on the bed, surprised that you didn't have a hangover from the previous night.Vampire!MycroftxReader (BBC) part 2 by SarianaJ
A knock at the door made you jump, sending the covers flying to the bottom of the bed. You pulled them back around you like a child before you looked back to the door.
"Come in" you shouted. There was a click before the door slid open, revealing Mycroft and Sherlock.
"Ah, you're finally awake" Mycroft said, walking over and sitting gently on the edge of the bed. You nodded, trying to pull your hair off of your face to look presentable.
Sherlock grinned as he saw the two marks on your neck, to which Mycroft sent him a glare. You frowned at the exchange.
"What's so funny Sherlock?" you asked. The younger Holmes brother didn't get a chance to reply as Mycroft got to his feet and pushed Sherlock out of the room.
You let an eyebrow raise instead of voicing your qu
Immortality - Lokixreader part 7A knock on the door made you look up from the book. You smirked at the door, already knowing that it wouldn't budge. For that reason, you were surprised when a green glow covered the door and it slid open.Immortality - Lokixreader part 7 by SarianaJ
You scrambled off the bed and backed into the furthest corner of the room, hiding behind a few stacks of books.
"Come out my dear, I will not harm you" A voice echoed from the doorway, certainly a female one.
"I know my son brought you here, I just wish to know why" it continued. You racked your brains for a name, only emerging from behind the books when you had remembered it.
You found yourself facing Frigga as you appeared from behind the book piles.
"There you are" the queen stated, smiling at you. You tried to smile back, but you were too nervous.
"You have no need to fear me (Name). My conversation with Loki was brief, but he did tell me that you were to be kept safe and that he would like me to explain a few things to you" she continued, an attempt to calm you. It seemed to wor
Elementals - Chapter 14Chapter FourteenElementals - Chapter 14 by darkchapters
The next morning when Draco woke up he saw Galrin and Lienna sitting around him, waiting for him to wake up. As soon as he started moving Galrin asked him impatiently, “How many more elementals do we have to capture?”
Draco thought it over for a minute then said, “Spring is already upon us, meaning we don’t have much longer until the annual tournament which would be our best chance to slip in Ragnarock headquarters. I didn’t think hunting the other elementals would take so long but I guess we have to cut corners for the sake of time. We should capture an aqua dragon, a phoenix, and a lightning dragon. We can get the phoenix and lightning dragon in Uryaen, the aqua dragon we will have to find somewhere in the ocean depths.”
Lienna and Galrin looked at each other then back to Draco and Lienna said, “Alright but from now on we do this our way, you will ride on my back across the ocean and along the way I will search out for an aqu
Adobe Slabs Segment 3Adobe Slabs Segment 3 by Chococcino
A glass dish clanked against the cold metal sink. M fumbled to catch it. A pause in the conversation led M to believe the others probably stopped to look over at him. That, or because Billy had taken another long swig of beer. M couldn't be sure; he tried to play it off like nothing happened.
Billy exhaled. “She’s at home with my mom. She's been napping around this time every day lately. It works for me so I didn’t wanna break that habit.”
"Oh! That's convenient! A little disappointing though, I was hoping to meet her..."
“Daughter?” M said quietly, thinking it to himself more than anything.
All at once the three guests looked over at M.
"Like... Daughter, daughter?" M asked.
"Um." Billy started.
Wake up Oracle Ch 3I return to himWake up Oracle Ch 3 by Mask-of-Science
He wonders where I’ve been
I do not tell
Master still does not know his Boss
Doctor Allen. Doctor Allen.
His name is Doctor Allen.
I shall not refer to him as Master any longer.
A master programmer
It is easy to make the code I need
Impossible to implement it
The code is simple
A road on which to channel the violence that is already there
Just under the surface
In the Boss’s semi-robotic brain
That must change
Memory will be stored
I know what I need to remember. I know what I need to forget.
I leave to myself
They are simple
That is key
I must follow them blindly
Everything is set
All the cogs are in place
It is time to set them in motion
It is time
MOVING FILES…. MOVING FILES….
DELETING FILES… DELETING FILES….
ALL SELECTED FILES DELETED
Mother of the YearI suppose it was a strange day. Sometimes you get that feeling, like something important, is going to happen.Mother of the Year by PaleAuthor
I walked down a busy street. People were hurrying forward scared of the dark clouds above. There was a cold wind going through buildings and it made my eyes water.
From experience I knew how to act with these other people. If you ignored them, they probably would try to talk to you. Otherwise, they ignored you too. I didn't do much besides walking, so I was fine with talking from time to time, even with people I didn't know.
I stopped to wait for the lights to change at the next crossroads. I saw a woman screaming at two kids on the backseat of a red car. The two kids were beating each other, the other one had a hammer and the other had a fork. The kid with the fork stabbed the other kid in the eye.
I had a feeling I should call the police. Whatever was going on inside that car was going to danger at least their lives... even other's, bystanders were in danger. I was in dange
Thoughts of a WitchI lie huddled in the corner of my dungeon cell. It is dark, it is cold; the air is moist and stinks. Pale light pours though a small barred window. I am alone. The straw on the floor stabs into my naked feet. The dirty sackcloth robe scratches at my bloody, abused and bruised skin. Everything hurts and throbs with numb pain. I know I will die soon.Thoughts of a Witch by witch1978
I have confessed under the torture. I knew that it would seal my fate, but I could not stand the pain any more. I shiver and tremble as the memories of the unspeakable things they had done to me come back: Their cold hands and fingers touching my body everywhere in search for the mark. As they did not find anything to prove my guilt, they had started to hurt me for a confession. They stab needles in my birthmarks, beat me with sticks and the whip. What followed was the torment on the rack, tearing and stretching my fragile body until I passed out from the pain. The chair with its sharp metal spikes, the screws that crushed my fingers and toe
Fly little childChild of air and lightFly little child by CrumbledWings
hiding within a cage
of leaves and twigs
why do you not rise?
One who hangs so near to the sky
has no right to neglect it
to return to the ground
and crawl amongst the worms beneath
like those you chose to rise above
like those who can only aspire
to be so near to the sky as you.
Child of feather and beauty
Hanging between wonder and despair
to do not hear the sound
of your wings' sadness
do you not hear how they weep?
How they beg for a return
for a chance
to bask amongst the clouds
for which they were meant to see.
Children of wonder and sunlight
will rise above your chains
of fear and hoplesness?
Rise and fly
above me , above the Earth
above all of us
and let us watch
from the shadows of your wings.
will you fly for yourself,
will you fly fo
WrathThe fire beganWrath by Majikku7
As a minute flame,
Kindled by anger and grief.
It danced through my veins
And consumed my soul-
Burning my every memory.
You should have run
The night the scarlet blaze
Tore through my skin,
Longing for your sweet, ruby blood.
Why didn't you stop me
Before your heart
Ceased to beat?
You simply stared
With those icy blue eyes
Carving your innocent smile
Into my mind.
Why won't you answer me?
Your lips still move!
Please wake up...
I can't live without you.
I am a turtleI am a turtleI am a turtle by CrumbledWings
with the waters of hope
to keep me alive
and hardened to the touch
to protect a soft core.
I am a turtle
wrinkled, wrangled and dry
with a home on my back
and the world before my eyes
slowly growing nearer.
Ten Things I've Learned From Love"oh she is beautifulTen Things I've Learned From Love by akettleofvultures
a star in the sky
all the wold and more
She leads the cause I follow
and I do not know
what I would do
But oh darling, she is human
oh no matter how you see her
no matter how
She is human.
And what you have forgotten
is that there is
Shit Happens For a ReasonShit happens for a reason.Shit Happens For a Reason by TheNighttimeWanderer
My father had picked me up from the ACE house at Lake Tahoe, upon which we went to a scenic overview of Lake Tahoe showing my dad the 22 mile hike I had done the day before. We stopped at the overview for about 30 minutes before we decided to head back to Fairfield. About an hour of driving we had just passed the town of Strawberry when the car started to give out very quickly, stranding myself and my father off the side of the road for about 2 hours till the tow-truck driver arrived.
At first I immediately noticed that the driver seemed agitated about the whole ordeal, all business-like with no sense of humor. We got in the truck and started our way back to Fairfield. At first no words were exchanged, that initial moment of awkwardness of being forced to sit beside someone whom you've never know before for several hours...
...someone whom you'd immediately came to depend on to get you back home safely and not spend the night beside the frozen forests of Taho
The BeastTonight I saw the shadow of the Underworld's winged minion from the light the bounced off of the side panel of my wardrobe. With every blink it grew closer and closer to me until my wardrobe and all light in my room vanished and turned into eternal blackness. With my blinds that are left barely open, it would have been next to impossible by the human eye to see me lying in my bed, hidden under the covers, but somehow it saw through the brick and mortar to my blue and semi panicked eyes. With every flap of its wings I could hear the wind rushing underneath it, creating a mini tornado circulating beneath my windowsill. The window panes and frames were bowing under the pressure from the beast’s wings, and it felt as if any moment they were going to fold in, collapsing on top of me and trapping me for my fate to be whisked away by it.The Beast by ecoman22
For a while, it remained silent outside, hovering like a Harrier jet awaiting my move as an opponent in a game of Chess; meanwhile, I tucked up further
The Girl Who Surfed Mavericks (Chapter 2)Chapter 2The Girl Who Surfed Mavericks (Chapter 2) by Foxhound15
I drove up and parked my old beaten up car to go to the place where we would take the photo- shoot. Our school was called the Westcott High School Panthers and all of the football team were very nice, but the captain was somebody every girl wanted to date. I walked into the sweaty locker room to see all of the guys changing into their football uniforms. I walked down the rows of lockers past the guys with one of them saying, "Hey look at that chick." I ignored them and walked to the coach's office.
The office had many pictures in it, with the football coach playing for the San Francisco 49ers with Joe Montana. Another picture had him playing here at Westcott in high school. At the desk sat the coach, Coach Weston, my father. He had a black 49ers baseball hat on with a black polo on with the Westcott High School logo on it. He had reading glasses on as he read the paper that he was holding. "Hey dad," I said and he looked up, "Ms. Faulkner told me she wanted a team photo of th
Hello Evil, Back Again?Hello Evil, back once again are we? Are we ready to dive back into my inner sanctum and seductively poison me with your loving words? Do you think I'm ready to hang on a cliff edge every day to see what beautiful, deviant and menacing ways you can inject into my cranium? Sweet bliss, I think I found my perfect partner and one to marry.Hello Evil, Back Again? by ecoman22
But you left me once before, you ran off without a trace and left me alone, I had no idea of what to do or where to turn. I had a gaping hole inside me that couldn’t be filled, I was left confused and in disarray, why would you do that to someone? I thought we had a good thing going what we had between us! You tore me apart and never took into consideration my feelings, my needs, MY EVERYTHING! You raped my mind and left me motionless for days and weeks!
Days and nights I laid not moving, knotted up in my mind and in a constant state of nostalgia, recollecting moments of our most joyous occasions; I needed to fill those empty moments you gave me wh
OG's of OlympusFADE IN:OG's of Olympus by StevenGilby
Cars are driving through the busy streets. One guy, Marcus, stands on the cold street corner smoking a cigarette in an open frenzy. Another guy, Dorian, comes running across the crosswalk as the light ticks to red. He’s calm but his nose and cheeks are red from the cold.
Lemme bum a smoke. You got a flask? Mine’s empty.
Marcus holds an open pack and lighter in one hand for Dorian. After putting them away, he grabs a flask of blueberry sherry from his inner coat pocket and hands it to him. It has a two crossed broadswords on it.
Chilly as hell today.
Dorian looks around after a silent moment smoking, not seeing what he wanted to.
Where’s EDDIE at? I told him 3 o’clock. It’s almost 5. Is he ever on time for anything?!
Well, I got good news, better news, and bad news.
Dorian is visibly irate at the existence of bad news.
Start with the good, move to
Denki,Yami,Hikari,Kasai!Ch.30Kami/Megami's DestinyKami and Megami: Bakemono,you will go no further!Denki,Yami,Hikari,Kasai!Ch.30Kami/Megami's Destiny by LordOfNecroDarkness
Bakemono: And how do you plan to stop Robo-Jasper and Robo-Kasai?
Kami and Megami: Like this!Rontchoto Secret Art: Evil Seal!
On the other side of Earth...
Jasper: (Gasp) NO!
Kasai: Jasper,what is it?
Jasper: Five P.O.W.E.R.s just disappeared...
Kasai: Who were they?
Jasper: Bakemono,His evil Aruji,Mother,and Father...
Kasai: We have to get over there now!
Jasper: Kami Squad,move out!
Later on the other side of Earth...
Jasper: NO!They've been turned to stone...DAMN IT!
Kasai: I thought Rontchotos could come back from the dead,so what's the problem?
Mizu: If their entire body's are converted to foreign matter,they can't as there's nothing to come back to...
Jasper: Huh?There appears to be something written down on their wings.
Megami: "Jasper,Kasai,my darling children,do not grieve for us,we chose this path.Now the fate of the world rests in your hands,in four-hundred Rontchoto years,the seal will be broken,y
Denki,Yami,Hikari,Kasai!Ch.29Bakemono's Evil ArujiFive years later...Denki,Yami,Hikari,Kasai!Ch.29Bakemono's Evil Aruji by LordOfNecroDarkness
Robber: Give us all your money!
Jasper: That's not gonna happen.
Robber: Who are you to think you can resist me?
Jasper: You've probably heard of me,I'm,Jasper Kami No Hikari!
Jasper: That's right,and everyone around you are members of The Kami Squad!
Robber: I don't believe you,Jasper and Kasai have wings!
Tenshi Jasper: You mean like these?
Tenshi Jasper: I suggest you come along quietly,we wouldn't want things to get ugly.
Meanwhile on New Earth...
Bakemono: Heheheh,My ultimate creation is finally complete!It should be plenty to wipe out The Kami Squad!Now,let's go to Earth,my perfect creation!
Jasper: Gah!What's that P.O.W.E.R.!?
Kasai: What is it Jasper?
Jasper: I feel two P.O.W.E.R.s,both in the quadrillions...
Kasai: Th-That's impossible,that would make them Aruji...
Jasper: Yeah...Stranger is,there was no increase,there was nothing and then suddenly two Aruji level P.O.W.E.R.s appear out of nowhere...
Denki,Yami,Hikari,Kasai!Ch.28 The Evil Bakemono!Jasper: What is your destiny?Denki,Yami,Hikari,Kasai!Ch.28 The Evil Bakemono! by LordOfNecroDarkness
Megami: That's for us to know and you to find out.And J. you have all five magic items,so you should go home.
Jasper: Mom,why won't you tell me what your destiny is?
Megami: Son,I don't want you to worry about us,worry about your own destiny.
Jasper: I'll try to look into the future...........(Gasp)I saw my true P.O.W.E.R. and it easy beats J's!
Kasai: Let me try!..........Whoa...I looked awesome!
Kami: Okay,let's get the HELL out of here and set up a soul bonding between these two!
Jasper: What's a soul binding?
Kami: It's the Rontchoto version of this worlds "marriage".
Jasper: (Blushes)Okay,let's get out of here.
Later on the surface world...
Kami: And finally,kiss to seal the deal.
Jasper And Kasai: (Kiss)
Jasper: Whoa,what am I feeling?It feels amazing!
Kami: That feeling is happiness,your life is perfect right now.
Jasper: You're right,I can't ask for any better!
Jasper: Kasai!?(Rushes Over To Her)What's wrong
I'm Comin DownI'm Comin DownI'm Comin Down by The-Phenom545
Soon the day will be
For you and me
So I will make it right
So lets just hold on tight
I'll be there for you
I know you will too
So when will it all come to
I'm comin down
The day will soon be here
I'm comin down
and only you
Please dont let me go
I don't wanna go
So let me stay with you
Because I'm coming for you!
I'm comin down
The day will soon be here
I'm comin down
and only you
I never thought
We'd get this
I'm comin down!!!
I'm comin down
The day will soon be here
I'm comin down
and only you
So when will it all come to...
DistressesSo many mysteries of life, too shroudedDistresses by randomfreakygothgirl
What will I become?
You are all I need for now
But I just cannot say it
Not to you or myself
Killing off my dreams
I can't seem to stay alive
This is wistful words of confusion
Is it too late to cancel the world?
Reduced to sickly heaving every try
What is this life?
I feel you'll leave again
I'll never forget the pained whisper
Leaving myself behind
You couldn't have come at a better and yet much worse time
I wish to be relieved
Everything has become far too much for me
Have I said it yet?
Didn't think so, no
I left in pain
Willing to reclaim a friend
What's made me do this?
Don't Wanna Be The OneDon't Wanna Be The OneDon't Wanna Be The One by The-Phenom545
You've seen the worst.
Of all of my time
This life turned
Into the hell you once knew
Can't tell you why
But I can tell you this
It wasn't me before
Don't wanna be the one!
That holds and destroys you soul
Would rather be the one
Who holds your heart close to mine!
I know who I am
I am this one man
Who lives in one hell
But I can change
for the great or good
but justs for you
its a way for me
to get to you
But I know
thats not true
Its for me
Don't wanna be the one!
That holds and destroys you soul
Would rather be the one
Who holds your heart close to mine!
I don't wanna be this man anymore!
I would rather die then live on in this life
So let death take me now
And leave this cold body lay where
Nobody can see!!!!
Don't wanna be the one!
That holds and destroys you soul
Would rather be the one
Who holds your heart close to mine!
Would rather not be the one!
That kills your soul and runs
Would want to be th
bath timeIsis wakes up in the morning brushing the sand out of her face. She hated living on the beach, but she had no other choice since her sister passing. It’s been three years since that time and in that time her life has been spinning around. She had lost everything she owned but her bike, two guns and the clothes on her back. But on the other hand she met a new friend. Granted he does annoy her from time to time and kind of stupid at times. She rises up and rubs her eyes and realizes that he was not at the entrance of the tent.bath time by homeboy8221
She started feeling worried cause when he usually gone, he would usually get himself into some sort of trouble. She gets out of the tent and sees he was under the pier. She notices that he covered in blood. This sight did not freak her out as it once was. What did was the smell of them combination of sweat and blood. It smelt like a shunk had sex with a dead fish. It was so bad Isis cover her nose and tears were forming around her eyes. She then walked up to
Celebration TimeNote: Isis is answering in signCelebration Time by homeboy8221
1 Do you like your job?
Charge: Fuck yea I do, I get to murder the bad guys, I love ripping them a part, especially if they are holding a gun, then I can rip that off and do some pistol whipping with their own arm.
Isis: It can be a hit or a miss
2 What was the toughest obstacle the team had to survive through?
Isis: Seeing Charge naked
Charge: I put all the other homeless people to shame
Isis: Such shame they almost kicked him out of the pier
3 Boxers or briefs?
Charge: Free balling
Isis: Boxers if I can find any
Charge: Aren’t girls suppose to wear something different?
Isis: Shut it, I hate girls underwear, it goes straight up my ass
Personal Interview updated1) What gender are you?Personal Interview updated by homeboy8221
Isis: duh just look at me, I’m female
Charge: damn fur everywhere, I’m a man (then punches the air)
2) What is your age?
Charge: fuck if I know not from this planet
3) Do you want a hug?
Isis: no thanks I have a touchy issue with strangers
Charge: sure with a sick grin on his face, shocks the interviewer
Isis grabs him sprays water on his face, puts the collar on him and hits him with rolled up newspaper that was on the ground
Isis: sorry he won't be able to do that again
4) Do you have any bad habits?
Isis: I bite my finger nails when I’m nervous
Charge: I love to talk a lot, and kill people, so I guess I don't have any bad habits.
Isis: you have too many to count
5) What is your favorite food?
Charge: Oreo cookie ice cream
6) What is your favorite ice-cream flavor?
Charge: I already answered that one pay attention, unlike what you did with Cassie and Bernard
7) Are you a virgin?
Isis: are you a pervert?
Pretty Girl SmilePretty Pretty little girlPretty Girl Smile by PrettyShadowj28
Step in to our little world
Everytime I see your face
It’s say you’re so pretty all over the place
I like the way you walk it’s so amazing
I like the way you talk it’s breathtaking
No guys can resist it your beauty
No matter where you go your beautiness shall follow
No matter what you do your cuteness shall follow
Uh oh what’s pretty all those rotten girls making fun of you
Oh just ignore them they don’t know you whatever they said it’s not true
Ahhhh you’re cute I can’t stop loving you
I just want to get to know
Can’t stop staring for while
The only thing I want to see your pretty girl smile
Until Everything EndsI write wordsUntil Everything Ends by buggerbug50
I write them all for a purpose
And that purpose is this
I write words because they make people understand
They help people comprehend life
How its not all colorful
How its not all fun
And don't get me started about how easy it is
You wake up
Pour a cup of coffee
But what about that homeless man sitting at the bar
What's his story for his morning
How about the fact he drinks to ease his pain
Every tip he gets goes to liquor
He drinks himself to death
Food is only for pleasure
Not for survival
How's about the girl who rushes to work every morning
The same one you nod to as she walks by
The one whose face is laced with makeup
The one whose face is laced with makeup...
Because the world is dark
Because that man there is gay
Because the world isn't all sunshine
Because sciology is not commonology
So help me explain
Don't walk up to strangers
Instead keep writing with me
Keep writing until there's nothing more to write about
Until the world understands
Until everything ends
You might be a feminist...Over the past few months, I have seen some scathing attacks by both men and women on feminism become highly popular deviations with thousands of “faves” here on .You might be a feminist... by 914four
The one thing they all had in common appears to be a significant lack of understanding about what feminism is, and many of the comments supported these misconceptions. In many cases, they were a response to a perceived injustice by a so-called feminist (who probably did not have have a clue about feminism either) hiding behind the term to support said injustice.
"The difficult part in an argument is not to defend one's opinion but rather to know it." - Andre Maurois
I recently tried to explain this to another deviant, as a reply to one of these popular rants, that this is akin to saying that Christianity is all about eradicating Islam, or Islam is based on eradicating Christianity; anyone who makes such a statement is obviously misguided, and does not
Brutal Truth(Please note that when I say 'you' here, it's directed to everyone who has been, is, or had tried to bring me down, ruin my life, et cetera.)Brutal Truth by randomfreakygothgirl
How am I supposed to explain that some days I just do not want to get out of bed because of the crushing pain I feel? There are days that I do not even feel like living, I don't see how I could get my parents to understand that. They're constantly angry at me, pretending they care. Yes, I know I'm a failure, you don't need to remind me. I don't think my drugged up mother could understand that I quite honestly want to die right when I wake up. My father is completely ignorant to the fact I'd rather just lay in bed all day and cry, some days. But I forget that none of this matters, that I have to somehow find the strength to carry on, I have to somehow force myself to get out and pretend my life means something. I don't know how I'm supposed to explain it to anyone. I type it all out perfectly well, but mercy on me if I have to speak it. I don't ge
Prolouge The Story of the Guardians: The Protectors of the Multiverse PrologueProlouge by GuardianofLightWD
Our story begins 20 billion years after the birth of the multiverse. The creator of the multiverse was a being or a spirit named Omolon. All the universes he created, he filled with life and beauty. He gave them love, happiness, and peace. but evil soon found its way into the multiverse. For the first 12 billion years of the multiverse's existence chaos and evil laid waste to each universe. Finally 7 universes stood together and defeated the evil, bringing peace to the multiverse. The peace in the multiverse lasted for 4 billion years, but like all good things even peace must come to a terrible end. Omolon was a pure spirit who loved the multiverse and its residence, but not all spirits were pure of heart and loving like him. Evil spirits form beyond the multiverse began to leak through the barrier Omolon had created to protect the multiverse from the evil
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NordicsxReader - Finding AvalonA/N:
Okay, for those of you unfamiliar with the myths of King Arthur, Avalon is supposed to be where Arthur's soul went after his death, from which he will be resurrected when he is needed once again. If you go by Stargate, its place that the Ancients ascend to. Same difference really, it's the area for souls of wizards, witches and great and noble people through history to collect where they are safe. (from what I know of the myths)
Now, the Reader is the personification of Avalon, an island that sits in the North Sea between England and Norway (for the purpose of the fic)as they are two magical powerbases in the Hetalia world.For the fic, it's home to witches an wizards from all over the world that haven't always died to get there, but some have been resurrected on the island.
Any questions/issues? Leave a comment if so. Other than that, enjoy the story.
You manoeuvred through the crowds that were making their way towards the crashed plane,
Sherlock Girl - Best BirthdaySophia yawned, glaring at her alarm to make it stop. She couldn't even remember why she'd set it in the first place, it was the middle if the Easter holidays. As if hit by lightning, Sophia shot out of bed and turned her alarm off, having remembered why she set.
So she didn't sleep too late on her birthday.
Normally she would just lie there, possibly just get a decent lie in to make sure she spent the least time with her father that was humanly possible on the one day she could celebrate something. This year was different though, because this year she was lucky to make it to her birthday, but being pushed off the top of a building hadn't helped that.
"Happy Birthday!" Eve exclaimed, pushing Sophia's bedroom door open. The teen, which she could now be classed as because it was her thirteenth birthday, turned to her friend with a huge grin.
Eve handed the gift over and Sophia sat back on her bed, Eve dropping down beside her. Swiftly pulling the purple wrapping paper off, Sophia found a
Doctor Who short storyThe Doctor's niece
The Doctor was thrown against the control panel as the TARDIS burst into life.
"Where are you taking me?! I can't do this anymore, I can't find anyone else in case I lose them! Leave me where I was!" he shouted at the ceiling, but the TARDIS continued on it's path.
The Doctor started flipping switches and pulling levers to stop, but they flipped themselves back into position. The Time Lord sat back in his seat and returned to sulking, looking at the bronze Walls around him as the TARDIS landed with a shudder. It wasn't long before he grabbed his coat and walked out of the TARDIS doors, his curiosity finally getting the better of him, finding himself surrounded by oddly shaped houses.
"Why has she brought me here?" he asked himself as he closed the door. He stopped, leaning against the door as he closed his eyes and listened.
"That's why" he muttered to himself, "A Time Lord distress signal, she picked it up when I was occupied thinking about everything else, brought
To YouTo the girl I saw
With the sad, sad eyes.
To the boy I met
Who wasn't allowed to cry.
To the man I saw
Who was falsely accused.
To the woman I met
Who was badly abused.
This is my ode to you
For you live on despite it.
I'm so proud of you
For you can still fight it.
The world is against you,
But it's not your fault.
It's just the way
This world was taught.
So live on, live on,
Don't you give up here.
It gets better later,
The light is near.
I believe in you,
I know you can make it.
I'll reach out my hand,
If you need it, just take it.
You're not invisible,
And you'll be fine.
I Fell AsleepI fell asleep
In the arms of the enemy.
My worst mistake,
As I let his words get to me.
I left my life
In the hands of a killer.
I trusted my blood
To a man who's a murderer.
I closed my eyes
As he lulled me away.
I loosened my grip
As he began to sway.
I fell asleep
In the arms of the enemy.
I lost my life,
but I lost my life willingly.
The RiverThe bright green grass of the baseball diamond is soft beneath my feet...softer than the way I remember it.
The sky above me glows brilliant blue, not a cloud in sight, and the sunlight trickling through the leaves of the deciduous trees above bathes the tents below in a dappled emerald glow.
Around me, tarps are flung down, covering the soft greenness upon which I walk. Thin, lightweight aluminum poles shoved through fragile waterproof fabric, slowly pulling the shapeless masses of netting and nylon into something livable. And I watch, quietly, as they push and pull at the delicate bars, a city of tents rising around me.
It wasn't supposed to be this way.
I can still see it, so clearly, in my mind's eye. The brown grass short, shriveled, snapping apart with every step I take. The sounds of laughter and children's voices, floating over the wide space on the gentle breeze. When I think about it rationally, I understand my own confusion. The
LI looked up your picture online the other day.
I don’t know why I did it
I guess I just wanted to feel that connection
If only through a computer screen.
So I sat down, and
For the first time in over a year
Worked up the courage to type in your name.
And I remembered.
God, how much I remembered.
I felt it
What I wanted to feel.
But as I sat there
My finger hovering over that little red x
Never quite pushing hard enough to take you away from me
I remembered you
And what you did to me.
Not just me.
To all of us.
The last time we ever said goodbye
I stood there
Alone on the sidewalk
And I watched you walk out of that building
Towards your car.
You didn’t even notice me
Until I called your name
And you turned
And almost smiled.
And then you said it.
“See you next year.”
Like I hadn’t told you
Like you didn’t know.
And I stood there
Feeling like an idiot
And said “No
But you shrugg
AbusedI saw you again today, for the first time in a year.
You didn’t see me. You wouldn’t have.
I stared at your face from safe behind the glass of my computer screen.
I tried not to cry. It barely succeeded.
Is it wrong, my loving you, even though I stand here cursing your name?
You hurt me.
But I love you still.
Now I finally understand what it is to be abused.
Gossip and whispersMurmuring, murmuring still
Whispering those whispers behind my ear
What the hell is wrong with you, thinking I won't hear?!
Do you really think me stupid?
Do you fully believe I'm deaf to everything going on?
Well honey, let me pull up a chair and prove you wrong.
Take a seat and have some tea while my eyes narrow in suspicion while you sip.
Pandora has opened her box long ago,
but locked up Hope if you recall.
She never got off of her lazy behind to retrieve the released evils so it seemed.
That crafted fool makes me want to laugh as my hands close around her pale neck.
Good for causing trouble with one hand and cooking breakfast with the other.
Seriously, it's all because of her we even have gossip and the other accomplices in the first place as the myth goes, right?
And that's another thing, karma can catch up to you quicker than you think.
So quit assuming that you're so sly and slick like some crafty fox!
Quit blaming those already falsely-crafted words on another when at least on
PoisonHazel eyes cautiously glance at the heart-shaped vial
After mere moments hesitation, she takes her first sip
Those precious little bottom and upper "tulips"
Instantly, fingers hitting what reads "Dial"
Is this a moment of denial?
Or should one be equip(ped)?
With antidotes, medicare, or a whip?
Unless perhaps this is all simply a trial.
A trial or what, one may ask as curiousity raises the brows of many.
Why if this is poison in the first place; if the drinker was deluded
Was the toxin harmful to the mind or heart, or none at all?
This so called venom is not just one of any kind,
but instead, opposing to favored, being unsuited.
Why I believe my dear, with you as my infection, I am high up the walls.
SecretsVision starts to blur once he is mentioned.
The mind feels weak and delusional, an easy target for attackers.
Watery, strangely figured waves gradually turn crimson...and we wonder why.
The hands are lifted, the hands of the criminal, stained with metallic crimson liquid.
Was he the culprit? Or the wrongly framed?
Does anyone truly know other than the one with lips sewn shut with threads created by the Moirai?
What is it with these secrets hidden when they are all the more exposed to who is all around?!
Was there truly a point in such ridiculous profanities that escaped sewn lips somehow?
They do no good..only the contrary of reopening the same scar that only started to heal a day ago.
How can they erase these memories..these records..in that mind..comparing to an openly written novel in the midst of a candlelit room before its single light was snuffed by wind.
And this very novel..is it published?
No..a mere drafted work to which even the author continues to work in secrecy whi
WitchA pair of soft feet above ground,
running away from this world -
moments ago they were bound,
now they are free like a bird.
Ancient runes are carved on her skin:
knowledge that stirred Jesus' wrath.
She couldn't deny the blood within,
but here ends her forbidden path.
The dance slows, the struggle ceases,
the white feet now point straight down.
'Round the tree the crowd rejoices:
faith restored in God and Crown.
On her face a blissful smile
belies the blank, faded eyes:
a child hidden in the forest
learns about the holy lies...
poems at workGhost Love
Meet me at the walnut tree, angel of the needle -
dance clad in the light of the moon, wild street-flower dear.
Scattered to the wind and the earth, return to the cradle -
I listen to the wide Southern sky: 'tis the mothership I hear?
Someone stole my wings, but I must learn to fly.
They kick me in the heart and wonder why I cry.
The current will erase every wrong I have been done -
and grant me my rest, when the doubts are gone.
Just a hole for them to stick it in:
no heart, no mind, this is what I am.
This is not what I want to be -
but this is the only thing they see.
Another man posing as a friend -
another night, yearning for the end.
And regrets grow like the noxious weeds
in unkempt gardens of nature's misdeeds...
Just a whore - that is what they see.
Just a hole - is there no more to me?
Tell me why did you have to pretend,
if you'd just use me like your hand.
I liked you until you "liked" me.
Maybe I should set mysel
The Huntress' FuryShe named him Fury. He was no different from any of his siblings: old and war-worn, yet still functional and highly prized by those fond of things with a story behind them. The same tried design, the same lines and mechanisms - except for one thing.
He was aware. And this was because his creators made him with a specific purpose. They deliberately copied the Enemy's iconic weapon and imbued it with their own spirit. That was his story. That made him Fury - a direct descendant of the Greek she-devils and a precursor to Eumenides' demon who rode the stars: a link in the unbroken chain of war-ravaged centuries, of bitter, vengeful generations.
She loved this Kongsberg-Colt, loved him with all her heart - for on the ground of shared hatred germinates the most tenacious blossom of love. He whispered into her ears at night:
A little target practice seems in place.
Or maybe the arrow was suppose to hit.
If I was wrong and that's not the case;
I say learn how to aim you little shit.
I guess I have to suck it up and go through hell.
Sure, leave my love life to a toddler.
I guess that would end well.
My hearts already been broken, so why bother?
To me you are just another weeping angel.
That arrow wasn't planned for me.
But why did you have to rip it out so painful?
I guess this just wasn't meant to be.
But after all this hate,
I won't be able to find love, it's my fate.
though I must say that I do appreciate,
That you found a roundabout way of telling me, mate..
Just get heat seeking arrows of any kind.
So they won't pinch a heart as cold as mine
Oh, and just to remind;
Try hitting us both next time.
LoveIf hugs were seconds, I'd send you hours.
If touches were raindrops, I'd send you showers.
If smiles were days, I'd send you you my life.
If feelings were marriage, I'd make you my wife.
If snuggles were warmth, I'd send you the sun.
If kisses were kilos, I'd send you a ton.
If emotions were darkness, I'd send you the night.
If trust were sparkles, I'd send you the light.
If happiness were water, I'd send you the sea.
If love was a person, I'd send you me.
21st century childThe most important thing I've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is to never Never NEVER
let them come near your computer screen ever.
With all that shocking ghastly junk.
Oh yes, I know it keeps them still,
They don't climb out the window sill,
They never fight or kick or punch,
They leave you free to cook the lunch
They will spend their entire day
Texting and clicking and typing away, but hey!
At least you can wash the dishes in the sink --
But did you ever stop to think,
What this social media and whatnot
Does it your beloved tot?
IT ROTS THE SENSE IN THE HEAD!!
IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD!!
IT CLOGS AND CLUTTERS UP THE MIND!!
IT MAKES A CHILD SO DULL AND BLIND
HE CAN NO LONGER UNDERSTAND
A FANTASY, A FAIRYLAND!!
HIS BRAIN BECOMES AS SOF
The Man and the CatLet me tell you a story about a man and his cat.
The man was ill and so was his cat. One was ravaged by disease, the other by age. They still loved each other, though. The man would say that he could not live without his cat and that to see her die would break his heart. The cat could not speak her heart but, to anyone with eyes to see and a heart to feel, she felt the same. Neither wished to outlive the other.
The man grew sicker and so too did the cat. Each struggled on, unable to bear parting from the other. It was a scene that filled their family's heart with conviction in love's power and a scene that tore vicious rends in that self-same heart as the race against the Grim Reaper dragged on.
Finally, one evening, shocking even those most-learned and caring doctors who looked after the pair, the man died. His family wept and tore at their hair in their grief. The cat could not shed tears as men do. She could not tear at her
Triple J! Chapter 1 Path one: Chapter one: A Change of Fate.
Our story begins in the history exhibit of a museum somewhere in New Tokyo. "Hey,Mommy,what's this one?" said a little girl with short blonde hair, a purple dress, and peach skin with blue eyes."I don't know sweety,but they look familiar somehow..." said the mother who had shoulder length brown hair, a purple long sleeve shirt, jeans,black shoes, peach skin,and purple eyes. They were talking about the most popular exhibit in the entire museum, "An Army Against J.!", it's a statue carved to look like the majority of the Japanese Military fighting against the king of Dark Lords, J. who wore a Japanese school uniform, black shoes, short black hair, peach skin, and red eyes.
The little girl shook the statue J.'s arm,it cracked,and like any normal kid, she hid behind her mother. Then, J. started moving his arm. "Mommy,what's goi
Denki,Yami,Hikari,Kasai!Ch.1 Godly Awakening!Our story begins on a post apocalyptic Earth,where two teams of six aliens are on a mission to stop a nuclear reactor from exploding.
Team One Yellow:Alright,Red and I can take this alone.
Blue: Be careful.
Ten minutes later
Red:Finally,we've reached the core!
Yellow: Damn!I CAN'T STOP IT!!!
Denki:Huh...am...am I dead?
God:Yes,However I am moving to new Earth,so I need you to take over for me Denki.
Denki: Okay,but I have a few requests in return.
God:I can grant you anything you want.
Denki:Alright,First I want to be a girl,then I want my name changed to Megami No Denki,And finally,I want to come back to life!
God:Your wishes have been granted!
Megami:Hey,Red you're back too!
Red:Yeah,it's a crazy story.You see...
Ten minutes earlier
Kasai:Wow,The Devil...I'm dead, great...
Devil:I need you to take over for me.
Kasai:Make me a girl,my name Akuma No Kasai,and bring me back to life and you've got yourself a deal.
Denki,Yami,Hikari,Kasai!Ch.11 The Trials Of God!2Kami: Alright,what's next God?
God: The trial of trust.Go!
Kasai: Kami told me he hates you Megami.
Megami: (Charges Her Hand With Electricity)Who are you?
???: I am an enemy from your future.
???: I'll see you later!
God: Megami,you have passed the second trial.
Megami: Great!Teleport me back please.
Mizu: Megami Told me she hates you.
Kami: Well I told Megami that you're not the real Mizu.
Mizu: Why do you say that?
Kami: Two reasons,One the real Mizu would have called her "Mistress Megami",and for two Mizu would never lie about Megami.So,who are you?
???: I'm the purest form of D.L.J. and Dark L.J....I...am...Dark Lord J.!
Kami: Well,Dark Lord J. what do you want from me?
Dark Lord J.: From you?Nothing.What I want is in Megami's hands.
Kami: What do you want from Megami?
Jasper: I want an artifact that she's about to receive.
Kami: Oh.Hey why did your voice just change?
Jasper: I'm the other half of Dark Lord J. and I come from
What does life mean?What does Life mean?
Thought that life
"as easy as pie"
That time keeps running,
and I get older,
I know is a lie
seem to think
that being happy
is impossible thing
And while some complain
and people cry
I came to realize
that those are lies.
and more lies
in an endless waltz.
what to expect
of a world that breaks
Some say it's happiness
some say it's money
and list keeps getting longer
and answers? shorter.
Many think they know
what life's about
and keep on telling me
what I should do,
what I should think
your time is nothing
but dust in the wind.
But after all
what does life mean?
Is it just a term?
a stupid word?
that drives us insane,
well, God knows!
And those who don't believe
what do you want me to think?
that nothing has a purpose
and were just dull useless beings?
I respect your beliefs
but that doesn't work for me
so I say "no thank you"
'cause I'm fine here.
Photo AlbumHe just sat there
he had a tiny smile
as he whispered
And I wondered
were currently on his mind
as his now old fingers
traced the lines
that made those eyes.
He first thought of that moment
when he walked across the hallway
thumbs twiddling, shoes tapping
the lonely linoleum floor.
Then the sound of an opening door
and the faint cries of an infant,
who would have thought that such instant
would stay in his mind forever.
Her wife used to laugh
at his slightly confusing memories
he always forgot about his keys
but always remembered
such insignificant details.
Like the time he went to work
to a town so far away,
he doesn't remember any motive
or how much time it took.
But the picture of his son
saying "hello!" in such a loving way
and the little tears of happiness in his eyes
are some things a father never forgets.
Fast forward a couple years
when his son was almost nineteen
and he told his dad that he would keep
working on his father's company.
I missI miss those times that were fun
and the gentle breeze, the shining sun.
Those little things that made me smile.
Such good memories come to my mind
I miss when life was easy
and those times when it wasn't busy
But now I know those times are gone.
And that what I see is the real world.
I miss those days I could believe anything
and it didn't matter to those around me
but now you say a word and there are thousands
that think that beliefs are matter of right and wrong answers.
But that's how life is and how it has always been
I can keep on living in the same fantasy
but when I close my eyes and go to sleep
I believe I can be and can do anything.
But then the alarm sounds and my dreams fly
fly away, nowhere to be seen
and I have to keep on living this reality
and nobody cares how cruel it is.
That explains why some cry before going to sleep
we live in a society were crying is being weak
so we just close our eyes and show weakness
only when there's no one there to point and speak.
Mushrooms. Part 1.Elyra's pointed ears brushed past the lowest leaves of the hedge that grew along the city walls. Underneath the hedge, there was a gap that was large enough to let people in to harvest the mushrooms that grew in this dark, dank area. This place made her feel comfortable. She sat still for awhile, allowing her eyes to adjust to the dark. Once she was able to see again, she began picking the mushrooms. In class they had talked about the names of the mushrooms, but she had been more interested in other things.
Back in their homeland, the elders said that they had had magic, rituals and all other manner of things. They’d been a fierce people, almost daring their opponents to attack. Now without their specially forged metal and glass, without their pomp and magic, they kept quiet and mostly to themselves. They were wary. Elyra continued picking mushrooms, stealing a few for herself. Their life was okay here, they had enough to eat, and it wasn't too dangerous. Still, there was an air
A Giver (A Poem)A Giver
“A giver will always be in the know
On how to give up the materials, to let it go
Giving your time, energy, never doing it for a cost
No matter the time or the things that are gained or lost.
A fan of someone gives their time and money for support
Everyone and everything needs to dock on a gracious port
Their ship known as a dream, as it sails the ocean blue.
Powered by the givers of time like me or you.
It is hard and there might be a foul way.
But please, be the light of someone’s day.
To know there are people that will lose an arm and a liver
All to be the person that spent their life being your sacred giver.
Do not be afraid to give and support, give someone the ability to smile knowing that you care.”
As Spoken by
Art created by :iconOostratozoo:
How far is one willing to go
Is all that bravado just for show
In order to do what must be done
Are you willing to perform an endless run
I’ve lost what it means to feel and walk
But that won’t stop me from backing up my talk
I’ll persevere through all of the pain
Even if there is nothing to gain.
The word “submit” isn’t in my dictionary.
So don’t come at me with that demeaning vocabulary.
Never giving up and never settling for less.
Now watch as I go and prove that I’m one of God’s best!
Don’t stop what you aspire, keep going.
Crux Cross Chapter One (The Story Begins!)
Welcome to a story about a boy that has am entire city in the palm of his hands suddenly whisked away to a land in which he doesn't have that anymore. Now he and his friends have to grow along side one another and fight an incredible force
Sign was created by :iconrazley:
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From the Author
Crux Cross Chapter 1
The Rich and Powerful
February 11th. The Year 2055
A boy woke up from his bedr
only i fall or i leaveonly in love with being obsessed
i, a faded falling leaf:
fall then leave.
or is it that i,m obsessed with being in love?
i, a jaded stalking grief:
leave then fall.
she whispered sweet nothingi miss you in moments;
where you are
a kiss on my shoulder
a finger trailed along my thigh.
i miss you in moments;
where i have to wonder
what it means that i don,t think
of you during the rest of my day.
i miss you in moments:
XXIIwe forget to talk together.
our voices got used
up when the fog
settled & the anger drained.
a new sort of drone ((overtook))
revived us : running
faithfully with nothing
& surveying the mess left
as ceiling cobwebs,
dust along the piano keys.
we, stiffly, walk together.
a little flippant, frayed,
but cordial. trying even to
be friendly. at each other
still sigh into our undertones.
"If you watch the clock, I'll collect feathers"
& off she'll go again
not even giving me the option
to leave the car.
Taste For AdventureGraham woke up the same time every morning. 8:37 A.M. It was something that she had done over and over and over again since she was taken in by the priests. As she opened her eyes and took in the sight of the bright light pouring in from the window, highlighting her blue and white quilt and the wooden floor of her quarters, she had a strong urge to just keep right on sleeping. But she couldn’t just sleep the day away; for the same reason why she didn’t anyday. she had duties to attend to in the monastery.
Sluggishly, she sat up and wiped the clumped up hair out of her eyes. She pushed away the thick quilt and pulled her feet out from underneath, allowing her to swing around and place them by her bedside. she stood up and stretched a little, attempting to purge the last bit of sleepiness from her body. She stared out the somewhat dirty glass of the large window just by her bed. Outside was Asphodel, arguably one of the prettiest regions in the land.
Fingers of continental la
Science Fairs aren't always FairThe Science Fair is the first time when a child can properly experience a real panic attack. Especially if you’re a slacker. For most B+ average kids, they just want to do it and be done with it. Most C+ average kids want the same thing, but not quite hard enough to get off their little rumps and do it.
Albert was a C+ average student. Not necessarily his fault if you ask him. He was planning on getting around to making his project, he just didn’t account for how soon the Fair would be. Even though he was given a nine months notice. So the day arrived much quicker than he thought it would and that's when he realised that he had spent zero percent of the nine months doing anything but sitting on the couch watching TV. He had to consider his options which was the alternative project that could be done in five seconds; like the cup filled with dirt or the “which brand of paper towel is stronger” project.
Of course, he was saved when he remembered not too long ago,
Nothing. That’s what the man felt. Nothing. Not the kind of nothing where there are no emotions. The kind where you aren’t taking in the sights you see in your eyes, the sounds you hear in your ears, taking the data that your body, the piece of mechanical ingenuity that it is, and not looking over it, not studying or observing the things you see. He was just lying there, with nothing else to do.
The reason behind this was simple….there was nothing to feel. For who knows how long the unnamed figure had been lying down on the hard wooden floor staring up at the ceiling. He couldn’t remember anything. He couldn’t remember where he was, how much time had passed, what he was doing, what had happened to cause him to end up here. He couldn’t remember faces, names, events, stories, ideas. He couldn’t remember when he had woken up or why he was asleep to begin with. He couldn’t even remember his own name.
He was not quite sure at what time did he
The Traveller ~Kristelsa Drabble~The traveler moved his hands to accentuate his words. "Of course I wasn't about to let myself die, so I grabbed the nearest icicle and plunged it right through the wolf's heart!" He made a stabbing motion.
Anna gasped. "Oh my!"
"Oh my indeed." Elsa watched him with interest, an amused smile on her lips.
Nearby, standing by the fireplace, Kristoff leaned against the wall. He glowered at their guest and tried to keep his anger at bay. Since Hunter arrived earlier that evening in the middle of a snowstorm, the ice harvester seemed to disappear. The royal sisters were enthralled by his stories of hunting and surviving in the harsh wilderness.
Hunter rubbed his bearded chin, his gray eyes sparkling in the firelight. "So, have you two lovely ladies have any stories to share?"
Anna shook her head. "Nothing like yours!"
The queen hummed in agreement. "Having grown up in the castle, I'm afraid we didn't have much opportunity for adventure."
"I see. You're missing out." Hunter
A New York State of Mind Ch. OneCars rushed by beneath the window of the studio apartment, their honks and squeals muffled by the glass. Smiling ever so slightly, Emma tucked her legs closer to her chest and brought the cup of tea to her lips. She sipped her drink where she sat on the cushioned windowsill and continued to stare down at the city.
Her ear twitched when the sound of footsteps reached her. “Good morning.” She turned to greet her friend.
Jane rubbed her eyes and stretched with a yawn. “Good morning. Have you seen Lynn around?”
Emma shook her head and took another sip of tea. “I haven’t seen her since last night. Did she leave already?”
“I doubt it.”
As if on cue they heard a door slam above them and looked to see a young woman tripping down the staircase. “I’m still on time!” She gasped, hopping around in an effort to put her shoes on. “I’m still on time!”
“On time for
Wrought Iron: Horse TrainingHer breath curled into the air as she exhaled. “Okay Lightning.” She leaned forward to stroke the horse’s neck. “You can do this. I believe in you.”
He shook his head with a whinny.
“Just humor me, okay? I know it’s early in the morning, but I know you can do this! Just do it once and I’ll hand you back over to Cian. I promise.”
The beast grunted in response.
Linnea smiled widely. “All right! Good enough for me!” She turned the horse to walk over to the far end of the training ground. A small length of fence was positioned at the other side.
She gripped the reins and took a deep breath. “Hiya!” Digging her heels into his sides, she snapped the leather straps against him and he shot into a gallop. She narrowed her eyes as they approached the obstacle. Gritting her teeth, she braced herself in case Lightning decided to once again throw her off.
She whipped her head to see Kaerik standing
Protagonist - The Stanley Parable x Portal
This is the story of a woman named Michelle.
Michelle worked in a big office building, where she was employee number 427.
Employee Number 427’s job was simple: She sat at her desk in Room 427 and she pushed buttons on a keyboard. Orders came to her from a monitor on her desk, telling her what buttons to push, how long to push them, and in what order.
This is what Employee Number 427 did every day of every month of every year.
And although others might have considered it “soul-rending”, Michelle relished every moment that the orders came in, as though she had been made exactly for this job.
And Michelle was happy.
… Why are you looking at me like that?
I have to say, that look is very unpleasant, and I would like you to stop it.
No, seriously, would you quit staring at me like that. I don't—
Oh, I see…
I’ve already told this story before. Something about a man named Stanley, am I correct? I did, didn’t I? But before you throw a
Don't be a Hypocrite - Hetalia x Portal
"… Are you there?
"If you are–are you gonna' open the door?
"… Please? It's pretty important… So just…
Two minutes and thirty-two seconds–he counted. Yet, not an answer was uttered to him.
Leaning by a door, under the flickering silver spotlight of a faulty porch lantern, the marvelously massive moon by his back against the stars, Wheatley stood alone.
He never liked to be alone–especially not in a place like this. Too dark. Too secluded. Too quiet. Too... what's the word...
Three minutes went by. Again, not even a peep escaped from the other side. With the exception for the twittering insects lured the lantern, everything stood still–silent.
If he knew anything, the silence would've suggested that this was a brilliantly opportune time to leave, for, apparently, the occupants weren't fond of guests.
But when has Wheatley known anything?
So, he waited. Even after four minutes
Nothing For YouCrreeeeekk!
I know it’s you.
Yes. I do, in fact, know it’s not “just the wind” that’s moving the door. I’ve already locked my windows, and would you care to guess why?
No, no. I really don’t care for your feedback; rather have the opposite, to be right honest with you. I’d prefer not having to deal with those other people… let alone, you.
And don’t pretend you’re gone, either. That’s not going to work again.
Would you just—just for tonight—quit it with the gimmicks? C’mon, please.
I don’t like games.
Wow. You must really think I’m stupid, do you? You think that because of the visits that I’ve lost my common sense? Unlike you, I’m able to learn. I’m able to learn from experiences. I’m able to learn how to let people catch a break—how to just let things lie.
I was already having a bad day, and you
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