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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
Please don't leave meI sighed softly,holding my stomach tight, looking out the window waiting for his car, my boyfriend's car, to pull up in my drive way. As i paced back and forth in my room, on the second story of my parent's house i hear a car door shut. i almost ran to the window watching, him walk up to the house. i walk down stairs and let him in quickly before my parents can see me tug him upstairs to my room. i almost slammed the door, before i threw my arms around him. He patted my back softly then asks "What's wrong sweetheart?"Please don't leave me by KaiaKay421
I bite my lip and hold back tears. he holds my face and looks into my eyes which only made it worse. "Tell me, babe, please?"
i sighed then sat him down on my bed. Holding his hand tight, he starts to get worried. i look down and whisper softly.
then look up and see him staring at me wide eyed, and speechless.
I held my stomach again. "Please don't leave me." Tears started streaming down my face.
he stood up.
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.
The Thing in Your MindThe little girl in the soft blue nightgown,The Thing in Your Mind by IrelElengar
Her wispy brown hair her crown,
Sweet little smile,
Her tiny feet pattering down the aisle,
"Mama...here I am..."
The little girl treads quietly back down the hall,
Her shadow following her, looming and tall...
In the morning she'll be dead,
Lying all pretty on her white sheets in red...
Killed by that Thing,
Quick and deadly is its sting,
Invisible to all, only in her mind,
Eating away, leaving just a little rind,
Pushing her toward the brink,
Severing her last link,
Plunging her into the abyss of insanity.
Nocturnal: Chapter three “Are you sure this will work…?” Darkness’ voice suddenly cut into Nocturnal’s thoughts, startling her.Nocturnal: Chapter three by Gloompelt
“Gah! Fuck, Darkness, don’t do that to me when I’m trying to act natural!” Nocturnal hissed, her body still cloaked to look like Elizabeth.
“Nocturnal,” he started, “You are treading on glass now; no more games, we need to leave and give them time to recuperate from the recent ambush of yours. They’ll be suspicious.”
She was too impatient now to just walk away, “Hey, didn’t I just say to not talk when I’m trying to act natural? Shut your trap, we’re gonna be fine.”
Darkness gave a low growl before complying to her command. Nocturnal sighed in frustration and ran her fingers through her hair, before coming upon a quaint little cottage within the confines of Cloud City. She knocked, taking a moment to cou
The Hours Before They CameThe day started like any other.The Hours Before They Came by Ancient-Hoofbeats
Warm sunshine filtered through the thin shades in her room, heating the bare wood floor and giving the atic loft a sense of coziness, making it near impossible to climb out of bed. A soft breeze ripples the curtains in her open window and brought with it the sweet smel of summer apples and fresh laundrey from outside. Brds chirped and crickets asang, a dog barked two houses down, a train blasted its horn in the distance and all seemed well with the world.
Slowly, she stretched her arms over her head and her feet as far as they would go, until both feet and hands touched the oak borders of her bed, and yawned. The spring quilt her mom had made for her eigth birthday, which had been a few days ago, stayed tucked in around her, and she smiled as she looked at her name etched into the blanket amongst the blue, yellow, green and white blocks, in frothy pink lace: Grace. Her parents had chosen that name for her, as they often liked to remind her, because she w
Scary As Hell Cartoon Characters #2 Mr. ResettiScary As Hell Cartoon Characters #2 Mr. Resetti by YoshiWii1
Scary As Hell Cartoon/Video Game Characters #2 Mr. Resetti, by YoshiWii1.
Hello my fellow Video game fans! It's YoshiWii1 here. Today, I have decided to make another Scary As Hell Cartoon/Video Game character review. In this reviews, I will explain who the character is for those of you who don't know? I will be sharing my opinion, the scare factor of the character, where this character appears, etc. Please be advised that I am NOT responsible if you guys get nightmares from these characters. I hope you will enjoy this review and I hope you guys don't get too scared from the character?
==Who Is Mr. Resetti?==
For those of you have never played the Animal Crossing series from Nintendo? Mr. Resetti is a recurring character that appears manually. He isn't an antagonist (there is no antagonists in the Animal Crossing series unless you count Redd aka Crazy Redd as one since he is a shady Black Market fox.) To meet Mr. Resetti you must do one of the following:
1) Reset the N6
In Between the Living and the UndeadElijah set the camera between the branches with trembling hands. His fever had spiked so much he could feel the sweat pouring off his body, drenching him from head to toe. He welcomed the cool mountain breeze as it blew over his ashen face. Once the camera became situated he hit the record button and began.In Between the Living and the Undead by AuthorKatieOlson
“Hello,” he spoke wearily. Elijah barely got the first word out before he began coughing violently. When the choking fit ended he could see his own hand was stained with blood. Elijah wiped it on his already stained jeans and continued.
“My name is Elijah. I am a member of a small band of survivors who are attempting to reach the military base in Vancouver. We have little food or shelter and our morale is low. Yet, by some miracle or just blind luck we’ve managed to encounter no hoards since reaching the Appalachia.”
He paused for a moment, biting his dry lip and contemplated. Then he added, “Before the epidemic, I was a scientist working for the
Corruption 3: sestesesresarloe (eternal)ii armar ar dasesesiiresses okfa arloeloe teheuses heuuomararno. Bohsesheukoloeda, Konoiikerziiar! Yikouores heuuomararno kernokowoc nokoteheuiinogin arbohkouote Gumiho, arloeloe heuuomararno konoloeyi sesnojrkoyi heusesres bohsesaruoteyi! Arloeloe heuuomararno konoloeyi crarresses arbohkouote yikouores crressesarteuoresses. Ressesardayi teko keriiloeloe arnoteheusesres arnoiimarloe, pazseste kores konoloeyi fakores yikouores kowocno esarloevurarteiikono. Ii heuarteses arloeloe okfa yikoou. Esheuses loekovurses Haun, theuarte Ha-kun-o-ji! Ii wociiloeloe nosesvursesres fakoresginiivurses teheuses daaryi heuses loekovurses Gumiho! nosesvursesres! - Konoiikerziiar Konoii)Corruption 3: sestesesresarloe (eternal) by yukitakaoni
(I am a desire of all the human. Behold, Onikaza! Your human know nothing about Gumiho, all human only enjoy her beauty! All human only care about your creature. Ready to kill another animal, pe
Outta This World pt 26Tallis's p.o.v.Outta This World pt 26 by ZantizeYaoiFangirl
After one night spent in the hospital, I was allowed to go home. Once I was let out of my wheelchair, Eric lead Jay and me to his car. He was smiling proudly, and Jay blushed and glared at him whenever he gazed at him. I was a little concerned about this, and sat in the back with Jay, not liking the looks both were giving away.
Jay sat in the middle, leaning against me. The traffic was unusually thick this morning, so it took longer to get to the building. Eventually throughout the ride, Jay had fallen into a light sleep, snoring softly. His snore was absolutely adorable, and fit his sweet, peaceful face.
When we arrived, I gently shook his shoulder, receiving a small noise. I kept trying to get him to wake up, and Eric chuckled. "Why aren't you yelling at him to 'get his ass up'?" He smiled the same smile, raising his eyebrows.
"I still have a headache." I lied. "I don't want to make it worse."
Her Journal EntrySeptember 20, 2030Her Journal Entry by berryrue
Today was completely spectacular. I got up bright and early like every Friday at 3:00 am for work. My G45 took longer to start then usual but I paid no attention. When it finally did start, I wasted no time, jumping in and flying to Lake Tracy.
The sky over the lake was sprinkled with large clouds, much to my annoyance. It took nearly an hour to clear them away. Due to my unusually mellow mood, I chose to mix yellow and pink today. My tiny plane flipped and rolled to accurately distribute the colorful clouds. I nearly threw up. My G45 is never this rough and hard to handle. I finished my sky painting in only an hour and a half, my personal best.
That’s when it happened. My crummy 2027 engine coughed, sputtered and died about a mile above the lake. I barely had time to hit the eject button in my frenzy. I was unspeakably relieved when my parachute opened. I fell into the cold lake about five minutes later.
A boat was passing by coincidentally. A boy hauled me on
Song of a Madman 4.Living in a horror movie world,Song of a Madman 4. by yzkethrag
where my pale face looks out in the gloom,
from a palace of smashed mirrors and cracked crystals,
on the bleeding gibbous moon.
On these days I believe we;
live in a electric dream,
unable to face the reality of the things we did.
These ruins I walked with careful step,
was the world of another movie,
I think it was called a fantastic place,
but what's left there is desecrated parking lot space.
The gunshot hole left in my heart makes me sing,
ridiculous things to the ghost of a beheaded god-king,
a song that goes on and on for far to long.
I was old when this world was young,
when sun was a girl and the moon was a boy,
where forests was giants and the fields was gnomes,
there I danced with the seasons like a gentleman wodewose.
Call the hot-line exorcists,
I'm possessed by a soulful clown,
he sings like Tom Jones and looks so down.
But now we live in cities of our own devices,
drinking to the coming multiverse' demise,
dancing to the noise of dying Elec
~Let Them Judge~The drops fall heavy on the street tonight~Let Them Judge~ by TwinSocks
Not a person to be seen
A house of isolation
And it looks like I’m alone
The wind is howling like the inner voice inside
Couldn’t keep it in
No matter how I’ve tried
Don’t let them in,
Don’t let them see
Be the good girl you always have to be
Conceal, don’t feel,
Don’t let them know
Well now they know
Let them judge, let them judge
Can’t avoid them all the time
Let them judge, let them judge
Now it’s my time to fight
I don’t care
What they’re going to say
Let them speak of me
The gossip never bothered me anyway
It’s funny how some distance
Makes everything seem small
And the fears that once controlled me
Can’t get to me at all
It’s time to see what I can be
To test the limits and break free
No right, no wrong, no anxiety
Let them judge, let them judge
Can’t avoid them all the time
Let them judge, let them judge
Now it’s my time to fight
The BusinessmanI’ll smile at the front deskThe Businessman by EricAMBM
As they take my business card
Always fake your feelings
If you plan to get this far
I’ll shine my leather shoes
And press my shirt and tie
A fine suit and oxfords
Will hide your fakes and lies
So take your gains and keep them
in this world of cheats and fakes
you and you alone
are the master of your fate
say goodbye to those beneath you
and leave them in your wake
in the world of cash and credit
the Businessman will take
If you’re not 15 minutes early
You may as well be late
So sleep short, skip your food
Then hurry up and wait
I care not for the hungry
Or the thousands that must be freed
The profit that fills my bank
Is the only saint that I need
A knife in Ceaser’s back
Lead to Brutus’ death
But no one blamed Augustus
Who watched his final breath
We all know the winners
Write the history books
So I’ll make myself a king
In a world of pawns and rooks
Give me money, give me gold
I care not from whom
Tales of a Madman. 4A two-headed god sang a song to me, of She and her lives thru a time of space and mass.Tales of a Madman. 4 by yzkethrag
in a machine of her own,
thru a time of She with space and mass.
She sees everything, you do and see
with hard light which stabs your inner mind
like an aurora of fire and ice.
They hear her scream in eager pain,
thru a time of space and mass
She spins around a time of her own,
it's in every breath of She sighs.
Leave her love in a time of space and mass,
let her breathe spin around you for a time.
See what she sees, thru a time of space
Come Out and PlayA/N: This could have been A LOT more gory, but I lightened up on the descriptions for the sake of the easily sickened. But still, read with caution. I'm not sure if this needs a content label or not. Tell me if it does!Come Out and Play by SoraAndLinkLover
Feet flying across the hall’s floor, and another pair almost-silently leaping not far behind the former, Sherlock Holmes sprinted down the unlit corridor. He searched his clothes for a gun, a knife, handcuffs even, just something to use as a weapon, but once again found nothing. …Why was he running again?
Suddenly a bullet dove into the left wall, just missing one of Sherlock’s dark curls. That’s why. ‘Sherloooock,’ a voice sang over the sound of racing footfalls. 'You might as well give up. I think we both know who’s going to win this little game of cat and mouse.’
The consulting detective retraced his steps in his mind, attempting to find how exactly he got into this mess.
Limitless Seer Part 1What time is it?Limitless Seer Part 1 by RollingRayVe
No, really. What time is it? What's the date? The year?
I don't know. I really, truly don't know.
I see all of it. Every moment. Everything that was, is, and will ever be.
Is this how God sees? Does God see every moment, of everything through time? The lives of billions upon billions of people through thousands of years? All at once?
I can't take it. I can't, can't take it. I only want to see one time, and one life. My time. My life. Not your great-grandfather's life. Not your life. Not your great-great-granddaughter's life. I just want to see my life. Why can't I see my own life?
I'm not normal. I see things no one else should ever see, and I can't control it. What I wouldn't give for it to stop. My visions attack me all the time, and there's nothing I can do to stop them. Please, make it stop.
I sit in the corner of my white room. I have been here my entire life. What else would anyone do with a girl who sees many times at once? My visions make me crazy, therefore I
If Tomorrow Came, Ch 7, A New Chill DescendsChapter 7, A New Chill DescendsIf Tomorrow Came, Ch 7, A New Chill Descends by The-Silverthorn
Kirsty lead Cream, Joey and Sonic up onto the outside deck, outside there was a strong smell of seawater, it over powered the nose. Kirsty lead the group right to the corner of the ship, there, in a deck chair lay a familiar red echidna. He was in the middle of drawing something, every now and again he would look up at the scene around him and then back at his drawing pad. He was completely zoned out until Kirsty came running up to him
“George!” she called, the red echidna looked up in confusion as he tried to figure out who was calling him, his head turned to the little girl and a smile spread across his face
“So it's you how's distracting me from my work?” George relies cockily. Kirsty tilts her head in confusion, thinking he was serious, The echidna only laughed and said
“I'm joking!” Kirsty laughed in reply, glad that he wasn't angry with her. Soon the laughter died down and George looked at Kir
If Tomorrow Came, Chapter 4, A Dirty WelcomeChapter 4, A Dirty WelcomeIf Tomorrow Came, Chapter 4, A Dirty Welcome by The-Silverthorn
It was Tails who was the next chosen one. His environment was a lot more different than that of Silvers. He woke up in a dirty alleyway, surrounded by tall narrow buildings that were constructed from wood and plaster.
“Oh, my head hurts!” he moaned, he painfully got up. Once he was up he took a while to examine himself. He still had two arms, two legs and two tails but instead of wearing nothing (except for his gloves and shoes) he wore a pair of dirty brown trousers that fell just above the ankles, a dirty white shirt that felt like paper on his skin. He also wore a dirty white apron and muddy black shoes.
“Not the most pleasant of outfits” he muttered to himself. After being rather unimpressed with his current look, Tails walked out of the dirty alleyway and into the main street. The street was awfully dirty. Faeces and dirt took over most of the street, but people didn’t seem to care. There were plenty of shops selling
Love Is Not A Crime.Sweetheart you are so scared,Love Is Not A Crime. by Sammylovesyoulots
But I am too.
We have been through so much
But have yet to kiss in public.
Darling don't be afraid,
Take my hand.
Together we are strong
No matter what they think.
Trust that we can.
I love you,
Isn't that enough?
Angel answer me,
I know you can hear me.
Please don't ignore me,
I don't know what to do.
Baby be mine,
don't leave me.
Love is not a crime
We were so beautiful together.
Lover look at me!
What is so wrong that you can't bear to be around me?
Is it that I am a girl?
The same gender as you?
Honey how could you?
Turn your back on me!
Pretend our love never happened!
I miss you more than you will ever know.
midnight aches and inside strangersevery nightmidnight aches and inside strangers by brokengod--veins
I wake up to strangers
(No, it's not what you think.
These aren't one-
or tequila lungs
They're the oaths
kept in the
depths of my
of the fears
the dearest dreams
slithering my spine]
these are the cups
in my sorrows
in the riverbed
of a throat
from the vine garden
they found a way
They are the ones
in my blood
shuddering my bones
There's no fright.
folded like a contortionist
in my chest
while the moon
my sky's pendant,
and just listens.
Lunar Imprints and the Moon's Tears"the sky's too smallLunar Imprints and the Moon's Tears by brokengod--veins
and my hands are too big
to go into the depths
of the night
without the regret
of leaving." said he.
the stars inside the
and the moon's sorrow
fills him with
every reason to
miss the sun's
his arms embracing
her lucid body,
the outline of her shape
traced by a kiss
r e a c h e d
the sky will soon
fill with the seas
of the moon's tears--
we will all yearn for
that kind of love,
skies too small
and hands too big
to go into the depths
of the night
to grow unrequited.
A Change of HeartA young lady appeared before my eyes.A Change of Heart by RabidAbid
A young lady perched against the balcony
A young lady with voluptuous thighs
A young lady, braving hey way too bronze, like alchemy
They had described her a cat lady with no lives.
A Fat and fierce cat lady with no lives, on the balcony, with voluptuous thighs, braving her way too bronze without knives, “That’s not alchemy” she insisted, shouting harshly in the bitter cold winds without any hesitance.
That’s, that’s the beauty in the eyes of a beholder.
Playing Dress-Up with RealityYou weren't easy for me. You were all the wrong words and too many missed chances and I couldn't breathe around you. Not really. Not in the ways it mattered. And maybe that was the real problem, at first--you stole the oxygen from my lungs and I couldn't think when you came around. So I didn't. I just stopped. I stopped the breathing, and I stopped the thinking, and when it finally came down to it, I think maybe I was starting to stop the caring, too.Playing Dress-Up with Reality by prettyflour
You were so different from me. You were an adventure, an adrenaline rush, you made my heart spin dizzy. I fell so hard that I laughed--convinced this had to be love. Love runs amok, right? Love leaves you breathless and aching. That's what made my chest pound. Not lack of air but your need for me. Or was that my need for you?
You were difficult, darling. Every breath I stole around you smelled of chalkboard dust and brittle autumn leaves and I don't know how I ever thought not breathing was okay, because it wasn't. You were a cobra
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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