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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.
Oni's family: My lovely Gumiho (Onikaga's wishper)Oni's family: My lovely Gumiho (Onikaga's wishper) by yukitakaoni
There is a beautiful girl, named Gumiho
There is a beautiful fox, so precious
There are a nine tails, one soul
I am the utter darkness
I am the eternal pleasure
I am your final hope
Your blood is beyond a god
Your body is beyond the nature
Your beauty is beyond your mother
Why do you love human?
Why do you betray yourself?
Why do you hurt yourself?
You betray your family for yourself
You betray for your love
You betray for your wish
Come back, come back Gumiho
Come back where you belong
Come back to your home
The human are salvager
The demon wanted you
The void is safety
Only I see your pain
Only I can help you
Only I can save you
Part to pleasure
Part to happiness
Part to <<Eternal>>
See the future for you
See the smile for you
See the world for you
Just in front of me
Just only you and me
Just have to do this
Bring you to
Earth Week Special - Meet J.T.Earth Week Special - Meet J.T. by tommyboywood
Ever wanted to get to know a real-life Giant Panda?
Well, here's your chance! Detective Sam Dumpty,
part time reporter for National Geoplastic magazine,
recently had the rare opportunity to interview a
Panda bear living in the Sichuan province of China.
Why not click on the link below and get to know J.T.?
This once in a lifetime experience is sure to warm
MomentsMoments by WilliamOutbreak
Reliving a memory is like capturing a moment in time, over and over again.
It's like painting a canvas without referring to a physical source for inspiration, but rather utilizing a mismatched chain of events strewn together in your mind in a way that appeals to your favorite memories.
A family BBQ, a group of your best friends gathering for a celebration, or the feeling you felt when you leaned in for your first kiss.
Moments in time that you want to relive again, but never turn out the same way they did in that very moment. And therefore, the best you can do is mentally construct the scene to be as perfect as the moment in question.
Drinking beers with your best friends while discussing your futures; you make a promise under the moonlit starry summer sky that no matter where you go, your friendship will always remain intact.
As you pass on to another memory, you watch as several of your close relatives; uncles, aunts, cousins, grandparents, gather around and re-tell their own unique
Life and Death: Until the EndI hate you! Why do you steal what I create?Life and Death: Until the End by Everlasting90
I take what comes to me. I do not steal. Since the beginning, you can never seem to grasp the difference.
It doesn’t matter which word you choose. You cause me pain.
I am an end to pain. I end the pain of your children.
You end their life. You take some before they can even have a chance to live.
It is not my choice nor is it my fault. Your children are not immortal. Their bodies fade but their souls continue. I send them to where they belong. You know of this.
You are so full of darkness. I can barely see, let alone know what you do.
I see you. I see your beauty, your tragedy. Your love and your hate. I see all your colors. You are everything. I am nothing.
Nothing but an end.
If it wasn’t for me, the pain of your children would be perennial. I cut off the pain that your own children cause to their own kin. I don’t cause you pain. The pain is from you. I’ve seen it for a long time.
The Janus Paradox - A short storyThe Janus Paradox - A short story by shashankrajwade
Story by Shashank Rajwade|| To use contact: firstname.lastname@example.org
After working very hard for the day shift at the bottling plant; Allen was back home completely drenched in sweat. He threw his almost wet shirt on the ground and called upon his wife to bring him a glass of water. When his wife gave him an angry glance on his recent untidiness Allen got a bit irritated and told her he is going to the paint shop.
Money was tight and expenses high, this wedding, wife and kids required too big a pile of money than he could bring in painting sign boards from his small shop. So, he had joined this factory as a day job.
His hard days of labors filled with immaculate computation of temperatures of moulds, management of air pressure, filled with discipline of string of workers on a supply line; it was totally different from the idyllic time he was accustomed to spend in painting up posters and sign boards. If the wages would have been high in paint
Book Collector, Chapter 1 (5,500 Words)Part 1Book Collector, Chapter 1 (5,500 Words) by dtb84
When given an impossible situation, a mind will seek a rational answer. Occam’s razor says that the simplest answer is the most probable, yet the simple answer is that I am merely insane, which is an unacceptable answer to the impossible situation I have come across. While my situation is rather incredible, hard to believe and even I have difficulty understanding it, I will do my best to explain it to you. I will do my utmost to convince you, as I have myself, that it cannot simply be my sanity that has set this conundrum into my lap. I just have to have faith that you will trust the words that I present to you as accurate, which I can merely promise they are.
The book was written at a time before me, so I can only begin at the time when I came across it. I don’t precisely remember where I received the book from, likely my parents or a kind aunt. Nor can I recollect when I first read its pages, or for the longest time, the story it told.
I do recall its place on my b
Writer's Peak“Hmm…”Writer's Peak by MizzTusspot
She looked down at the group of backpackers with their pale, sweaty faces and dirty mountain gear. Four figures with ashen abalone limbs and necks poking out of black shorts and sweat-drenched tees, one caramel-tinted beauty with mesmerizing eyes swirling within a pained shadow of love-sick fatigue, and one unraveled enigma with skin as smooth and beautiful as the long-since devoured dark chocolate that had been on her desk. Proper diversity was lacking, she decided, and she didn’t want this to distract the critics from her story. By a passionate, half-crazed flurry of clicking keys and swift, almost clumsy finger movements one of the lighter-skinned backpackers found his hairy arms to be a rather unexpected shade of tan. He yelped in surprise and jumped back – he yelped louder and jumped higher when he noticed that his scream had a distinctly higher pitch. He was
The Fire Within - Chapter OneDead. That one word was all that lingered in my mind like a dark, black shadow that touched each of my thoughts. Yes, she’s long gone now. Gone like the ashes flowing in the wind towards an uncertain and melancholic future. It was a house fire that killed my friend. She had burned to death. Burned. I had heard her ear-piercing shrill moments before I arrived at her house.The Fire Within - Chapter One by EvannaVanyaEliska
I was rushing over with tears in my eyes and my friend on my mind. The wind whipped through my hair like water as the smoke stung my eyes making my caged tears flow down my face freely. They only left paths of despair in their tracks. But I could only focus on the orange glow of the fire behind the black silhouette of the trees getting brighter as I got near. The smoke suffocated my lungs and they felt like they were going to collapse, but I kept running. I saw the house in view, the orange and red flame ingesting my friend’s house. Movement on the ground caught my eye. I’m too late, I thought as my
Tears on the SerengetiTears on the Serengeti by tommyboywood
the freedom to roam
the birth of a newborn cub
weeping for the slain
masai mara's endless plains
life here is pleasant, serene
freedom and joy, protected
our brethren are hunted
why do they keep shooting?
the wind whispers their secrets
the killings are uncovered
why is there not an accounting?
they vanish, one by one
who is watching?
who is aware of this genocide?
and yet life on the serengeti thrives
shall we shut our eyes?
shall we pretend not to hear, to know?
we weep for you, our brothers and sisters
our hearts our heavy, our spirits crushed
we will wait
we will wait and we will remember
the time for relief, is it not near, my brethren?
there is a word, a word that we cannot b
The End.When the end is imminent, and you’ve lost the last of your hope, will you utter my name?The End. by rociobelindamendez
Will we hear the sound within your paved, damp lips, skateboarding across your palate?
Will you dare to remember our story, my sweet, or will you annihilate it’s memory without a thought?
––The murder, slow and macabre, starting from the present, torturing itself into the past, dripping drops of deceit.
How does my name taste in your mouth?
Bitter, and rancid?
Dulcet, and guilty?, perhaps a little like regret.
You made sure our love ended in tragedy, Shakespeare would’ve bowed down.
My life is at it’s bitter end, and I write you my final words.
You may have done it for a reason, this i’ll never, truly know.
Your treachery hurt more than the knife’s jagged edges, to be sure.
You left me to die, without so much as a goodbye.
I guess love isn’t in the air tonight.
It took flight, with this light…
© Rocio B
Black CloudBlack Cloud by tommyboywood
They say that when it rains it pours...
There was An Ocean In my head,There was An Ocean by fandomised
There was an Ocean.
A massive ocean swirling with fluorescent greens and blues of aged ink and sogginess of old journals wrapped in a fading leather tucked under my head for a nightly rest.
And as I sleep, the ocean becomes active.
In the rather awkward yet storming eyes of fish i can see the people in my life; they are such an unobservant, faceless specie that squirm effortlessly past me in schools of tens and twenties as if i'm as transparent as the water they've inhabited.
And with this information, there really isn't much I can truly confirm. I don't understand how you would expect much else?
But using a... humans...common sense, you think,"What are you talking about? You need to shut up for a while, you know? let the ocean drain, maybe you'll find there never was one. You're life is perfect right in front of you, you see?"
Well, you know, it's merely impossible to keep the entire
Wake Up And Smell The Coffin(It's no wonder you're so blue,Wake Up And Smell The Coffin by krutch99
Holding your breath for four years.
You can't be serious.)
Maybe it was all just a bad dream.
If it doesn't hurt when you open your eyes, then it wasn't real.
And if it does, then I can't say I know exactly how you feel.
What happens in Vegas might stay in your veins
But you can hide it with your teeth if you need to.
You know as well as I do.
It's not my fault your world forgot how to spin.
You know as well as I do
You don't know me as well as you try to.
You don't know me at all.
And I don't remember what happened in Vegas.
I don't have the time, I never did, I never will.
And I wish you could play more than one bloody song
On that tiny violin.
I am Just a Kid (A TWD Literature)I always wonder when will I grow up?I am Just a Kid (A TWD Literature) by digorylarynith
Sometimes, I think that adulthood is way too complicated
I wished to put my bravest efforts as I'll clash the dilemma
But instead ran away
And let things go crumpled.
Some say I am stupid -
Others say I'm too young
I know it's a cruel world
So I'll put myself inside the bottle
But it's hard for me to look forward
For I do not know what risk lies ahead
Without guidance, I am lost...
I've wished to be like others
Who put their bravest face
But I am falling, falling
And I don't blame anyone for hating my mistakes
I am just a kid, just a kid.
I guess age do not matter in this apocalyptic world
The only thing left is just a Darwanian law
I have feared the pain the most
I don't know why but I hated being hurt
Since life is harsh, I guess
I'll just get over with it
I've wished to make things right
But my actions failed me
God I hate, I hate
I truly hated myself at all
So I took the blame on myself
As I've tried to rid of myself with it
I'm just a kid, just
Goodness Gracious[Songfic]-Ukraine x ReaderI keep calling your nameGoodness Gracious[Songfic]-Ukraine x Reader by NarutoFan2810
(I keep calling your name)
I wanna hold you close
But I never wanna feel ashamed
There I was, crying again on my bed, although she kept telling me I had to get over her because she hates to see me like this and she has someone else that she likes. It was so hard. I love her. It was so scary and I wanted the feelings to go away and leave me. They made me feel like this, not her. I didn't want to blame it on her, she couldn't help the fact she didn't love me back.
So I keep calling at night
(I keep calling at night)
I wanna hold you close
I just never wanna hold you tight
My phone was right next to me, I could easily phone her if I wanted and I did, I just knew what she'd say but I couldn't help myself. Before I knew it, I was dialing her number.
"Hello [y/n], did you want something?"
Her voice. Irunya. The tears began falling faster and my cries became louder as I found myself unable to answer. "[y/n],
Wait For You[Songfic]-Naruto x ReaderWait For You[Songfic]-Naruto x Reader by NarutoFan2810
3 years earlier
As [y/n] got closer to the gates, she started to feel more and more dejected. The thought of not seeing Naruto for 3 years made her feel sick. How lonely it would be without him, the empty memories for 3 years, she didn't know whether she'd be able to cope. When she finally arrived at the gates, she saw his orange tracksuit starting to fade into the distance.
"Narutoooo!" She shrieked.
As he turned, he saw [y/n] running towards him, a small smile gracing his face. ",Wait!"
Jiraiya looked down a Naruto seeing the small smile, which was holding so much sadness at the thought of leaving [y/n]. 'Its for the best' he convinced himself. When [y/n] finally got to Naruto, as she stood in front of him as tears formed in her eyes.
"[y/n],please don't cry,you're making me feel even worse for leaving you" He said, with a guilty smile.
"I'm sorry, I didn't me-"
"I know" He said in wistful tone.
"Good luck Naruto and I'll-I'
Jeff The Killer x Reader - The Knife GameJeff The Killer x Reader - The Knife Game by fleeceveon
(y/n) – your name
You were walking in the kitchen to grab your self some grub. As you reached the refrigerator you heard Jeff stabbing the table.
“Jeff why are you stabbing the table?” you asked
“ (y/n) I’m not stabbing the table… I’m playing the knife game”
You heard of the knife game before but never really bothered to play it. It was stupid to even begin with.
“ (y/n) you wanna play?” he asked.
“ No I’m not stupid like you“ you said in a concerned way.
“ I might be stupid but at least I’m not a chicken”
Immediately after Jeff called you stupid, you began going bizarre.
“ Fine ! I’ll play your stupid little game & I’ll admit I’m not a chicken”
You grabbed the knife, put your right hand on the table, separated all your fingers so they would have spaces between them, & started the game.
Oh, I have all my fingers
The knife goes chop chop chop
If I miss the space
Astral ReflectionsAstral Reflections by seikiunne11
For every word I say
I waste a second of my life
For every line I paint
I waste a minute of my life
In my existence
I never knew the meaning of life
Only when I write that I am able to feel
Only when I color that I become free
It is my solitude
It is where I find peace
You who have lived up
to people's expectations
Have you really
I who never pleased anyone
Never followed a rule
I have known bliss
I have truly lived
DeathDark voices in the allies,Death by ilovegonger137
The chill of the air,
The coldness in the summer breeze,
I feel it breathing there.
It's lonely feel surrounds me,
It's empty heart caves in,
It's withering soul corrupts me,
And I feel alive again.
For this is a warning,
To those who don't know,
Don't go with death,
For it is a long way to go.
What Writers AreWriters are people fromWhat Writers Are by jul320
both ends of the spectrum.
Those that know isolation
and the thoughts that follow.
Those that know enlightenment.
And those with nowhere else to go,
but deeper down the rabbit hole.
Writers are smiths of the word,
using imagination, experience,
and emotions to temper the
glass and steel we are given.
We fill the page with pieces
And writers are Gods.
Broken or whole or
barely scraping through.
We make you see our world.
We make you feel and care.
All with a bunch of lines,
which we have given life.
Wake upEvery single feeling, that you're sharing with your ceiling, some of you kneeling, others revealing you're needing healing.Wake up by rociobelindamendez
It's all happening concurrently, we're a moment of enormity, don't think you're a minority, you're really a majority. Focus on priority and let go of all authority.
It's ok, not to be OK, you don't have to hide your truth away, don't let it go astray, it's the start of your decay.
Be you, you're qualified, be true, amplified. Don't let your wants be compromised by what is mass-organized. If you are not satisfied, get yourself nullified, stop being ossified, you're alive yet being fossilized.
Get to know yourself first, before you quench your ego's-thirst, don't be coerced into feeling your worst by society's rehearsed
Way of life ---- such imposed strife, it penetrates deeply like a poisoned knife.
That isn't living, it's merely existing, simply assisting in the twisting
Of our time here, filling it with void fear, highlighting the passing of every year, reminding
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.
Creatures of Wood There once was a kindly old man who learned how to make creatures of wood live. He tenderly carved each figure with care, and breathed into them the gift of life. The wood creatures lived peaceful and happy lives in the old mans house. He spent hours building cottages for them with miniature bedrooms for them to lay their wooden heads at night, and living rooms for them to relax and talk to one another.Creatures of Wood by penniepapaya
The old man had a son whom he loved dearly, for his wife had passed&
Puerile SoulsFalling from an ocean star,Puerile Souls by kosi11
Effusive as the morning Sun,
Juxtaposing souls on an altar,
Pearl clouds neath, we run
Into a moonshine hue green,
Amid a forest euphoric azure,
Footsteps in amber unseen,
A subtle but ecstatic gesture
For minstrels to descend below
And golden trumpets weave forth
For souls in sonority glow
In the halls of the crimson court;
Resting neath canvas of stars,
Puerile jests we mildly share,
Words forth mellow and sparse
Into glistening eyes I thus stare.
End of Days (Part Three)So there I was, facing the zombie apocalypse with my estranged thesis supervisor. There was nothing in my arsenal of zombie-related knowledge for dealing with something quite this terrible. I vaguely considered taking my chances with the living dead milling outside the doorway she had just pulled me through.End of Days (Part Three) by perilousrealms
Professor Jasmine Holt was terrifying in a number of ways. Firstly, she was young for a professor. While her youth, in and of itself, wasn’t actually terrifying, there was definitely something very chilling about the kind of mind-boggling focus and dedication it took to be a well-published and tenured professor at slightly over thirty. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the first meeting I had with her after submitting a sketchy draft of my dissertation proposal. She had bored through my lazy and poorly-constructed arguments with the precision and mercy of a razor sharp knife slicing through butter. It was like having my brains dissected without anesthesia. I did not
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