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For Our Sovereign LandWe march in her defence!For Our Sovereign Land by aillin1
On cours-battaile pour sa defense!
Towards the chaos,
We unite to face our attacker.
Our views be many,
We fight together to protect our home.
We fight for our land!
On battaile pour notre terre-même!
The Red and Blue united,
Yet reds and blues fight.
With hubris they march,
With determination we stand.
Dishonour beyond reason!
Our courts lie in ruins
Burned to the ground.
Like dragon's breath is the eagle's cry.
Our homes burn under black smoke.
The fork has blasted a shout.
A warning of what is to come.
I command the sea!
La mers aux moi!
Shannon's cries demand yield.
Her opponent will give it.
She will not be denied,
She will not be beaten.
Our hero beaten, our cause made deep as his grave.
Notre seigneur décédé, notre cause plus fort.
Brock lies dead on the Heights.
We will continue our valiant march.
Our upper and lower state will remain one,
Our cause will remain true.
To the white mansion we march.
To our aggressor we bring to justice.
So far... Chptr 1 through 5So farSo far... Chptr 1 through 5 by KaiaKay421
It's the day before my birthday and everything is normal as usual. Nothing exciting or anything, but you wouldn't think that seeming I live in New York City. But aside from the Macy's day parade, and Broadway, and anything else that ends up on the news, New York City is pretty much, busy, loud, and boring. I sometimes wonder what it's like to go to a public school in New York. I've always been homeschooled. But I'm friends with
a little bit of Chptr 6Chapter 6a little bit of Chptr 6 by KaiaKay421
I woke up with the sun in my eyes. I rubbed my head then sat up, feeling a strong tension in my right hand. I looked down and saw Connor holding my hand tightly, cuddled into the side of where I was laying. I lay back down and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close. Then I gasped as he rolled over on me.
I never realized how heavy he was until now. I did think about pushing him off but he was warm, and smelt good. So I just kind of dealt with the heaviness and cuddled into his chest, listening to the slow race of his heartbeat. He sighed contently, and then yawned. Smiling I leaned up and kissed his cheek as I watched his eyes slowly open. He grinned down at me and pulled me on top of him.
I giggled, as he asked "How are you feeling?" he kissed my cheek
I smirked a bit "Better than before."
"Mmm that's good." he smiled and squeezed me. I smiled widely and pushed myself up, straddling his waist. He moaned a bit when I grinded teasingly, and placed his hands o
Ode to a KnifeLove is a sharp blade.Ode to a Knife by cookie13500
It can hurt
you. It can
kill you. Yet it can
provide you a
that nothing else can give you.
Love cuts into you and
spills your passion for your
Only a small
The pain is only temporary, for
the clearness one receives
it is too
it only provides
pain. A pain that splits
your heart like an overripe berry
and stabs you in the
A pain that slashes deep cuts
and drains your love until
beating. A pain
that makes you scream
agony. A pain so real it can make
the strongest man
Then there are
the other ones.
The ones that love completely
tears up like a rabid
Love slits their throat and
leaves them to
in their own blood and lust.
Love stabs them and
leaves them to
clutching their bleeding wound.
When controlled, love
is powerful. It purifies and
cleanses the soul.
When wild, love is
destructive. It kills and
Commission - Dirty SecretA house so splendid and fineCommission - Dirty Secret by Diluculi
A house you proudly call "Mine"
Yet I spy with my little eye ...
But behind the facade: rotten wood
Skeletons in closets shut for good
At heart you are oh so pure
The just's sleep is your's for sure
But still my little eye does spy...
Do you have sweet dreams, my dear, at night
While you did leave me with hurt and fright?
A gentleman and a sir
You believe that's what you are
And I hear with my little ear...
All of the silent cries you blocked out
So long you don't even hear me shout
Keep pretending, go ahead
Yet your secret still isn't dead
I'm alive and won't disappear
A haunting ghost I don't want to be
I rather take the life you owe me
Between Two States of Being"Look," you said.Between Two States of Being by SomethingOnceSacred
And I saw
The gap between the worlds,
One above, and one
Below the clouds.
The separation is slender,
And even when I stand
At my highest point,
I can only ever hope
The slightest brush of water vapor.
Make the rain acidic
And then wonder why it burns them.
I have found a place higher
Than the tainted rain,
I cannot reach the sun.
When you stood at
That peak beside me,
As you closed your eyes
With such grace and faith;
I was almost startled
To see the ground rush up to meet you.
"The Earth is so beautiful from here."
For a moment,
I sought to be
As courageous as you were.
While I backed away from the edge,
That you were a misguided fool
To think you knew anything
Of the sky.
Viridian GoldViridian Gold by AlizaFoxx
This gold cannot be sold for profit; nor can it be made to encase jems. This gold
only beats at you until you are bloody and ragged; a mere skeleton of what you once were.
The only thing it has in common with the true gold is its ability to turn men, into
Sand slipped stealthily through the young woman's clenched fist. There are many
who have adapted to this harsh climate, only the strong survive. Clenching her eyes shut,
an image appears, one not made from the heat of the sun as it crushed down upon each
living creatures' neck, but of a memory. She remembers the faces of her younger siblings,
a small boy and a girl only a few years younger than herself. Her heart felt slowly
punctured with the thoughts, and a fountain of tears rose to her ears and nose,
threatening to spill.
Jerking back to the present she shook off her emotions and knelt down, sensing a
calculated stare resting on her. Turning slowly, she scanned the barren sandy plains.
Something AboutHe said there was something about the way I looked, the face I made, the sips I took.Something About by Chococcino
Every morning I wake, splash some water on my face, and head outside to practice my yoga uninterrupted.
But this morning was different.
This morning I lowered my hands under the cool running water of the sink, rubbed it against my aching eyes.
And when I opened them, in the darkness of the early morning, a streak of brilliant orange reflected in the mirror.
As I paused, he knew I had seen it.
His warm arms wrapped around my waist from behind. He held me tightly against him, whispered excuses as to why he did so.
Something about this morning, the lighting, my tears, I don't know what it was exactly, but it kept him there next to me.
He watched me as I sipped my tea, with that sadness in his eyes, but he smiled.
And I knew. It wasn't me he saw.
But he had no idea.
He says there is something about the way I look, the faces I make, the sips I take.
I chose to stay in bed this morning. I didn't particularl
The Short Adventures of Jack and CalypsoI was born by the sea and I will die in the sea. Davy Jones will cackle as he guides my soul beyond the veil, and as long as it’s the ocean that takes me, I’ll be laughing too.The Short Adventures of Jack and Calypso by prettyflour
My lover calls me Calypso, and tells me I’m sea goddess, furious and wild. I call him Jack, but I don’t call him Captain because this is my ship. Jack likes to play the role of Captain when the ship goes to shore- leading midnight raids while I work the seaside taverns with my hair down, red curls cascading down my shoulders and across my breasts. I smiled and swooned, fluttered my lashes and dressed like a wench looking for a little fun. Scurvy bastards were an easy mark, drunk on rum and pissing their pants when I ran them through with my cutlass. Aye, they claimed to be salty dogs but they were nothing but shark bait.
I pillaged and plundered, and lived like a queen on the high seas. We sailed down the coast to where the water was sparkling sapphires and the islands green as eme
Without You - Chapter 8Chapter 8Without You - Chapter 8 by BellisFirenze
Through the fog I heard beeping. Slowly they got clearer and I heard other sounds as well. I heard walking somewhere behind a closed door. I heard a whispered conversation in the room. I knew it was a room I was in because there was no wind against my skin, and I wasn’t cold. I felt soft fabric on my skin.
My feet were cold, though, despite the fabric wrapped around me. My hands felt cold as well.
I opened my mouth in a gasp, remembering what happened. I felt my hands grip tightly around the fabric, and then suddenly someone where beside me, putting a warm hand gently on mine. My eyes sprang open
And stares right up into a sharp white light. I clamped them shut again and turned my head away, digging my face into the pillow.
“Sweety, Ellie, look at me.” A woman’s voice said. No, not a woman. My mother. And she didn’t say it - she pleaded with me to look at her.
But my eyes were hurting. It hurt to open my eyes. How could I look at her then?
Without You - Chapter 7Chapter 7Without You - Chapter 7 by BellisFirenze
We cuddled up together on the couch, all three of us. I leaned against Thomas (which made me swell with happiness) and Arthur leaned against me, shoulder against shoulder. We covered ourselves with blankets and Arthur started the movie
I forgot to veto against scary movies. This one was filled with blood and guts and jump scares, and I had to keep my hand tightly locked with Thomas’. I had a slight idea that the two of them had somehow planned this, because through the entire movie, Arthur was trying very hard not to laugh and smile. Thomas mostly laughed at me, though. I shrieked at the slightest scare and turned my head away in disgust every time something that should have been inside a human somehow ended up outside the body. He held my hand all the way through it, running his thumb across my hand when I clutched his so hard that it started hurting him.
By the end of the movie I felt shaky and uncomfortable from the nastiness. I felt pretty damn good about bei
My Last Breath Jean Tucker wasn’t one to open up to people. He preferred solitude; reading alone in the corner of the classroom, not conversing with friends at lunch, always doing things alone when they could work in groups. Very little could make Jean happy. In fact the only time he felt comforted was deep in the pages of books.My Last Breath by MidnightDaybreak
“It’s not normal,” his father would say. “He’s fifteen year old. He should be doing things with his friends, not just reading all the time.”
“Let him be,” his mother would argue apathetically. “At least he’s not rotting his brain away watching TV.”
“He’s not becoming a man either,” his father would scoff in disgust.
And thus many arguments were constantly going on within his household. But he would rather be there than at school. At least at home he wouldn’t be ridicu
MLP: Shammy's First DateMLP: Shammy's First Date by Courageous-of-Light
A lovely afternoon sun shines down upon the Kingdom Island of Tambelon; Princess Celestia must be in a very good mood to give such a beautiful ray of light to all that live on the home where her former student-turned-princess rules...along with her husband.
Everypony is out and about this fine day, but among the crowd of ponies and other fine creatures that walk about the streets of Tambelon City, a hooded figure strolls on down the sidewalk...with his head and body covered in a fine, white cloak; Hiding his face and his wings apparently it seems...though the horn on his head is partially visible.
After walking for almost ten to twenty minutes, the brown coated stallion in white takes a turn to the right and passes by the front gates and lead to a fancy mansion just a short stroll up the hill. Upon standing on the "Welcome" mat before the front double door, the pony in the white cloak and hood rings the doorbell...and awaits for somepony to ans
Maiden of SpringOpen your eyes and look all aroundMaiden of Spring by Wolfs-Pain
The colors of spring and summer abound
The sun fills our spirits as we sing out with joy
So many new dreams for us to enjoy
Our long sleep ends and the day has begun
The good times come with the rise of the sun
Winter is ended and the snow has all gone
And the fairies are calling out, come on!
Light up the fires and sing all the songs
Ring all the bells as we're chanting along
Sing to the sun and dance with the moon
The maiden of spring will be joining us soon
In the soft spring night we lay under the sky
wave to the moon as she dances on high
The fairy lights are guiding the way
The hands of the maid will not lead us astray
The whispered words are soft in your ear
Spreading the feelings of warmth and of cheer
The songs of the birds are weaving through the trees
The party is starting so hurry up please!
Light up the fires and sing all the songs
Ring all the bells as we're chanting along
Sing to the sun and dance with the moon
The maiden of spri
I'm so fancy (deviantART parody) First things First, their the realest (realest)I'm so fancy (deviantART parody) by AskBrickOfBloodclan
Adopt this and let the whole world create it (create it)
I’m still in a closed species business
You’ll never get one, face the realness!
You should get a bad pup like this!
Drop the price, and sweetening it up like citrus!
Water dog, Cinnadog, Sushidog,
High heels, somethin' worth a half a ticket on my wrist!
See the nekois like it’s the plan
Try to create a species to withstand
Bring the hooks in, where’s the species at?
See the slime rockpups glistening, you should get that.
I'm so fancy
Gotten all the blogs
I’m in the fast lane
From water dogs to Cinnadogs
I'm so fancy
Can’t face this homeboy
That’s not the least, just chilling with the nekoi.
I said baby, I do this, I thought that, you knew this
Can't stand no haters and honest, the truth is
War on the war godSampoWar on the war god by ElveTheInsane
The great work of the blacksmith
Was taken by great evil
The magic cast by Louhi
'twas then when Väinämöinen
Sailed out on an adventure
In high pursuit
She noticed our heroes
Unyielding and possessive
She called for Iku-Turso
With might and all his glory
He rose out of the blue-sea
Then it began
War on the war god
Rising from the depths
Fear the son of Old-age
Who comes for your flesh
Fire burned down the windrows
He blocked out the light
He who stopped the white-clouds
Brought the endless night
He goes by many a name
The father of diseases
And what he really looked like
Thousand heads or thousand horns
No one had known
Was asked by Väinämöinen
"Why riseth thou from blue-sea?
Why dost thou leave thy castle,
Show thyself to these heroes?"
Turisas gave no answer
Was least afraid
War on the war god
Rising from the depths
Fear the son of Old-age
Who comes for your flesh
Fire burned down the windrows
He blocked ou
Gravity Falls: Fwuffy Swetuh!Pacifica let out a long overdue sigh as she rolled over in her bed. Two tired eyes squinted at the rays of sunlight shining in from a window across the room. The very sight caused her blood to boil. Groaning loudly, she rolled sideways on the bed, pulling its pink, fluffy blanket over her body in the process.Gravity Falls: Fwuffy Swetuh! by colbert-238
Through the silence that coated every inch of her room, the muffled sounds of her doorbell constantly ringing could still be heard.
“Oh, come on!” she bellowed, throwing off her blanket in frustration. Sliding to the edge of her massive bed, she stood reluctantly to her feet and started across the room. A quick peek through the window confirmed her suspicions. “This is getting ridiculous! It's been over an hour! What's she still doing down there!?”
The sight outside her window was one of incredible beauty, and the view passed her own reflection was also somewhat impressive. A perfectly sculpted front yard, cut down the middle by a single road that le
Artistic Differences: SlumberArtistic Differences: Slumber by katnisseverdeen4life
The reaction Loki has is almost too instantaneous to even be seen by normal sight.
The instant you slump unconscious over the piano, the tip of your nose scraping against the richly blackened frame, he shoots out a protective hand – to his own astonishment – and without a word of complaint, prevents you from hitting your head on the top of the instrument.
And all the time he is thinking
(she’s not dead she’s not dead it’s my fault if she’s dead)
Absolutely nothing that seems intelligible. How could he have been so stupid? To ignore the fact that the girl was eating something she would have despised? The usual composed tone in his voice splits right through the
Little Paris Coffee Shop (UsUk) 1Little Paris Coffee Shop (UsUk) 1 by ObeytheCupcake
“Oh, for fucks sake…” Alfred muttered under his breath while pressing harshly onto the computer’s touch screen. He would always forget how to clear the screen from the orders. The last order he had was a half an hour ago and he was still working tediously on trying to make it disappear from his sight.
It was lunch hour so the coffee shop wasn’t too busy at this time.
He wasn’t looking forward to tonight at all, either. He had to take a new employee under his wing and show him the ropes of his family’s coffee shop. Alfred barely knew how to do what he does now let alone showing someone how to work everything else.
“Matthew!” He shouted, twisting his head around while peering his blue eyes through the opening that lead back to the kitchen. “Help me.”
He heard Matthew giggle slightly, throwing his head down slightly while he walked through the arch that lead to the kitchen. He wiped his hands on his black apron that had whi
Little Paris Coffee Shop (UsUk) 2Little Paris Coffee Shop (UsUk) 2 by ObeytheCupcake
Alfred pushed the picture towards Arthur with it still locked between his fingertips. “Isn’t she pretty?” He asked while Arthur nodded his head, smiling.
“Yes, she’s very pretty.” Arthur started, looking back up at Alfred whose blue eyes were glued to Arthur’s expressions. “Is that your sister or something?” He straightened his stance once again, watching as Alfred folded the picture up, placing it in his pocket. He stretched his arms outward, laughing a bit.
“Ha! She wishes!” He bent down, looking at a few of the opened boxes. Arthur’s eyes looked down at the boxes he was shifting through before they moved to his rear that was in front of his view. He blushed a bit. “But no, she’s my mom.”
Arthur half-smiled and looked back at the boxes while he allowed his hands to cross over and intertwine together in front of him. He saw he had found the black aprons. “Does she work here as well? I don
Order of Celae: Appendix: The OrderThe Order of Celae is an order governed under the principal belief in the two spirits of Celae, Sol and Luna. Those who favour Sol in the Order, will likely be combatants. Those who favour Luna will likely be intellectuals.Order of Celae: Appendix: The Order by aillin1
Their religious practices centre around the knowledge in the Book of Celae, a tome begun by Michael Erilum, the first mentor, and passed down to each leader.
The Order is lead by a patriarch or matriarch addressed as "The Mentor". A Mentor chooses an apprentice to instruct and educate, and eventually take his/her place. Mentors are the single only person permitted to contribute knowledge into the Book of Celae, and they are the only ones who ever see the missing chapter which has come to be called "The Erilum Declarate". This chapter is said to dictate knowledge of some importance in the Order's actions over the centuries. Acceptance into the Order is earned from demonstrating ones abilities, either in combat or in wit. These qualities are commonly tested in tournam
The Epic of Aryth- An *Early* Introduction"The Epic of Aryth- An *Early* Introduction."The Epic of Aryth- An *Early* Introduction by ScarredEther
"The Epic of Aryth", as I am currently referring to it, is not a book. It is not a series of books. It is a World. A Universe! It is a whole collection of stories that describe certain events that happen all throughout the history of the world known as Aryth. Given that the title offers no connotation to being only one book or series of books, The Epic of Aryth has the potential to have any number of stories. A series of 4 books, and another series of 8 books, and yet another series of 12 books, and still dozens upon dozens of smaller individual stories that are not direct sequels or prequels to one another may all be included in the title. All are possibilities. Indeed, The Epic may even have the potential to be never ending. It is a history all its own.
History repeating itself is a very important theme in The Epic of Aryth. Being a history, The Epic must have begun somehow. The world known as Ary
A Place In The DirtYou're a flower that's witheringA Place In The Dirt by EchoInTheVoid
And I rip myself with your thorns
Trying to save you from falling apart--
You're buried deep
But blood isn't water.
I'll love you
If you let me.
If I close my eyes you'll disappear
And I'm afraid I'll miss you
But I know when I open my eyes,
And I see you,
I'll blow your heart to pieces.
If I Were A Love PoetFor my Laban. For my love.If I Were A Love Poet by HecticHarmony
Sometimes, often enough
when my thoughts are consumed
with you- I find myself wishing
that I was a love poet.
Wouldn’t it be beautiful
to piece words together so artistically
that I could make people understand
what it’s like to miss hands
that have never held me?
Wouldn’t it be the damnedest thing,
if I could make a stranger
know how it feels to kiss you?
Sweetly, passionately, softly
Hesitantly- and yet all at once?
Even though their lips have never met yours,
Even though our lips have never met.
How lovely would it be
to sanely, yet romantically
explain to my parents what it’s like
to fall asleep with you?
We could tell them how you giggle when I beg you
to be the big spoon- because I feel like it’s to much responsibility.
We could tell them about the sleepy kisses you give me
at 3 a.m when you find me searching for
Halos are overratedFreedom rings. Freedom waves like a banner in the wind. It's old and tattered. So very frayed at the edges but all anyone can see is the big red letters, so bold they're on the verge of blinding. A mess of scarlet ink is all I could make out, the words blurred from a rush of adrenaline. Some make out a blessing, a soft flowing font spelling out a prayer, but me…I was a bull charging, daring those words to come into focus- challenging my conformity.Halos are overrated by prettyflour
I was whiskey brave or was it wine? Oh yes, it was a nice Cabernet left to breathe between my lips then a Moscato so sweet I couldn't see past the taste. A glass half full of defiance that left me drunk and enraged, thrilled and almost out of my mind, but it's not what you think. You see, I used to be a coward. I was a being whose self-worth didn't exist and whose voice was never more than a whisper.
I was told I was loved but never felt like I was. I wanted to be beautiful but my flaws made mirrors run screaming
Sacrificing the SunThe horizon is farther away than I thought it could be,Sacrificing the Sun by FlickeringCandle
"It is for the best."
and now I can't pull it closer, not with ropes on my wrists.
"We need the money."
My home is in the sun, in the heat and gold light;
"They will take care of you."
My family cut me away from the sun.
"We love you."
I thought I could fly when I was a child, soaring through the shimmering air.
"They'll send us money when you work for them."
These people laid me down with bricks.
"They will never hurt you."
I hate it when they touch me.
"They will NEVER hurt you."
I hate it when he touches me.
"How much will you pay us for her?"
They sold my soul for cents and dollars, and I can't rip away my price-tag.
"Get on the plane."
"Don't talk loudly."
"Look at the camera."
"Do NOT leave here."
"After all we've done for you..."
"Why do you make us hurt you, you little..."
"They won't find your body!"
I CAN'T LIVE IN THE DARK ANYMORE.
BastilleWalking out into the dark,Bastille by FlickeringCandle
you take me to your favorite place on earth.
And I'm questioning why as you look to the sky,
to the memories I run from.
"Do you understand that we will never be the same again?"
"Yes, these are the days that bind us together, forever."
Standing on the cliff-face, the highest fall you'll ever grace,
there's an albatross around your neck:
a wonderful part of the mess that we've made.
Now words are all we have.
We used to swim in your stories and get pulled down by their tide.
But if you close your eyes,
we are the last people standing.
Oh, tell yourself how it's going to be,
Oh, to see what it means to be free.
But I don't want to face the world in tears.
PrometheusMy friend told me that cross-roads taught lessons,Prometheus by FlickeringCandle
that on the hangings of cliffs wisdom creeps
into our hands and fills us with knowledge that evaded us,
knowledge that would have led us to a different road.
Life teaches the greatest lessons in the worst of times
and we learn things through hindsight that give us the spark
of truth and the torch that leads others through doors
only opened with keys we picked up with guns to our heads.
She talked of nothing but these things.
She's dead now.
But not in vain, because I will pick up her torch
and carry it to her grave.
I will see her soon.
Bookworm TipoffMain Message:Bookworm Tipoff by IddyBiddySquish
Squishy here; Just wanted to give you guys a good hot tip for if you're a bit of a bookworm like myself: Rivermead Books is my mother's company. The clue is in the title - it's all about books. If you like reading then this is one of the best places to start you're list of to-reads. There's such a large variety of books it would defiantly be in your best interest - both in fulfilling your desire to read the book you and and financially - to check it out.
There's a bit talking about the types of books she sells - it varies from self-help books to fantasy novels to note books to art books - even some horror genre in there . But I can't be specific as its such a big list. Either way, the chances are high in that there'll be something that'll catch your eye. That or you might find that book you were looking for but could never find a decent price. Who knows?
Well, you will if you check it out
- Squishy (Aka Alicia)
SwansongI can tell you an old story long over-dueSwansong by The-Ditch-Digger
You say you can listen, but I don’t believe you
About old friends and the adventures we had
These stories only serve to make us sad
Yet I know you stopped listening long ago
As I recount the greatest hits blow-by-blow
And I know that all that is left is a necrotic heart
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