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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.
For Shy Girls~ I heard stories about beautiful girls,For Shy Girls~ by VioletRogue
Who made their presence known.
They're loud and proud, they speak their minds.
But what about others, the quiet and shy?
Their mute is mistaken for rudeness and hatred.
They evade curious eyes.
They're seen but not heard, they speak not a word.
All their thoughts are hidden inside.
The Only Light in DarknessThe Only Light in Darkness by WilliamOutbreak
The darkness is my prison, but it has also become my sanctuary, my solace, my escape, and my only protection.
These humanoid creatures that roam the dark halls of this forgotten wasteland; their eyes gouged out, their other senses stagnated, their skin as pasty grey as the slimiest lizards, their solace remains with the light.
They are drawn to it, they feed off it, and they feed off whatever passes through it.
However, they remain shrouded in darkness, which is where I make my home.
They can’t see me, and I can’t see them. We live in this shared universe where only one of us fears for our lives every day and night.
So long as I remain hidden by the very darkness that I fear, I feel I have a slightly better chance of survival.
I’ve seen what they look like, and I feel they can sense me.
So I remain in the dark, we live in stalemate. I make small steps every night to try and get away, but they’re everywhere.
They are the darkness, and they can consume whatever li
They'll just see the ashesSo ignite with me; lets all burn together.They'll just see the ashes by brownhairedmaiden
They'll see us exploding, bodies flying across the black sky speckled with silver
and all that will be left of us are the ashes.
We've never painted the night with the colors from the fireworks,
we've always been about the bang, the boom, crack
that lets everyone know we're here, we've already started.
Don't leave this world a whisper.
Make sure they know you exist.
42: The answer to everything!Author's Note: This is the VERY FIRST story that I have ever written! I was quite young at the time. I don't remember exactly, but I think I was around 12 or 13. XD42: The answer to everything! by Ashry42
Hope you'll enjoy it.
Have you ever wondered about our existence? Why we are here? How did we get here? And lots of other philosophical questions?
Well here is one answer out of a billion.
My name is Karen.
I was getting ready to go to school. Every morning I meet up, at the bus stop, with two friends: Kateri Toiba. He has dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. He’s the mysterious kind, so unfortunately I don’t know much about him. We’ve only been friends since this ye
D: ProloguePROLOGUED: Prologue by SeekingSolaceSeries
The HourGlass drips. Once. Twice. Two more lives—either gone or stolen.
A man watches the HourGlass, black cloak hung limply around his tall figure. His broad shoulders sulk just the slightest bit. Disappointment, yet motivations at the same time. He knows this is his time, his life. The crimson blood that stains the glass it’s held inside, the blood of his slaves, is what keeps him breathing—alive and young. Immortal. There must be more, and there will be more.
A thought crosses his mind—one to resurrect those who have died. Then comes the second thought: It would weaken him momentarily, and that is something he can’t risk. Even momentarily is too long.
Only the important ones, he thinks, will be brought back to life.
His shoulders raise again with the musty air that enters his lungs. He keeps his eyes on the HourGlass, but he knows the rest of the room by memory. H
Eden Solaris: First Contact: Part 3 “Are we there yet?” Emit asked as the shuttle went to Tsillius. “For the last time no O’Mally! We just left Zill’Kyar for crying out loud!” Said the Emissary. “Sorry, just really want to get my revolution started, preferably before anyone on Invictus notices that I’ve left… of course that’s assuming at least a few of those dumb big wigs didn’t have any of their spies notice that I left on an Ulagraag ship.” Emit pointed out, then before either the Emissary or the Peragin Gaarnis Urubus, the ship violently shook. “What just happened?” Emit asked. “Sounds like we were caught in some kind of gravity well, maybe we got caught in the gravity of a large asteroid.” Gaarnis said. “No, I am afraid it is a tractor beam.” Said the Emissary looking over a monitor. “A tractor beam? From who?” Emit asked. “It’s… oh boy.” Said the Emissary in surprise.Eden Solaris: First Contact: Part 3 by DarthSithari
The Tale of Atargatis The Tale of AtargatisThe Tale of Atargatis by Calypso1977
Once, long ago, lived an ethereal beauty named Atargatis. She was a water nymph, daughter of Poseidon and Calypso. And as all immortals do, she longed for love.
She was swimming in a river one day, when she heard the distant voice of a young man in the nearby valley. She rose from the water immediately, intrigued my the young man's melodic voice. When she had reached the edge of the valley, she saw him. A strapping, young man, in his early twenties. A sheep-herder. He was singing to his herd, calming them down for an afternoon nap. His beauty made Atargatis' breath catch in her throat. Never had she seen such a magnificent mortal man in all her long, long years.
She approached the mortal man slowly, unsure of his reaction to her sudden presence.
The young man heard her soft footfalls and turned to gree
ScopophobiaScopophobia by CalicoNorth
Most days even now, I don't leave the house. The world beyond my front door evokes in me a cold nostalgia most similar to the gaping jaws of a moray eel. It waits patiently outside the safety of my tidepool, urging me forth with promises of how much easier it was to step amongst those people as a child. But thoughts of those people recalls the reason I never venture forth: the eyes.
Their eyes, like needles, pierce my flesh. I can feel them without a returned glance. Perceive them without a second thought. They're always there, boring hollows the shape of their retina into my skin. Everyone looks, try as some might not to for a sense of politeness.
Quick glances cause third degree burns. Long stares induce scabs and scars I sometimes question if will ever leave my body or my mind. Their progenitors are long-since forgotten, but the sealed wounds remain, riddling my frame with their ancient tales.
With such pockmarked skin, its no wonder my visits forth gradually tapered off as the year
What Does the Fox Say?What Does the Fox Say? by CalicoNorth
Dark had fallen on the park; past its wide bounds, the city was abuzz with the honks of car horns, the clacks of cellphone keyboards, the shouts of pedestrians to one another over the night's festivities. But within Oak View Park, on the Northern tip of Dere City, all was still.
A silhouetted form shot out from a patch of underbrush. It raced so quickly that it looked like little more than a trick of the eye to any passersby. But this was no optical illusion. It was a particularly frustrated otherwordly being.
Where is it? Where is it? The panicked creature whispered with vexation, cursing herself.
The compact, robust frame trotted soundlessly, her massive, bushy tail gliding behind. A ripple in the air followed wherever the furry creature roamed.
Footsteps sounded up ahead, accompanied by a sing-song voice. The animal dropped its speed and halted entirely before an opening onto a narrow dirt path. She crouched down and observed the human.
It was a girl. The little thing might h
Date Night: PacificaxMabel StoryDate Night: PacificaxMabel Story by MagnificentSparkz
Disney and Alex Hirsch Own Gravity Falls Don't Sue Me, I only have this computer to live by... Oh and my PS4 -.-
"But mom what if she doesn't like it...?" Mabel said as she stared in the mirror at the nice pink dress top and black skirt I'm wearing.
"Mabel, you look amazing, just relax okay" Ms. Pines said trying to comfort her daughter.
"Really?" Mabel said looking deeply into her eyes.
"Yeah Mabe, you look perfect! Pacifica is going to be drooling all over you, Just watch. Ms. Pines winks at her, causing Mabel to go red at her already blushed cheeks.
"What if she doesn't like what I'm wearing, or what restaurant we're going to, or what i-" Ms. Pines gently pats her head.
"Mabel, don't worry so much, you look so adorable, she'll love it. You guys will have a great time, just be yourself and have fun." Ms. Pines said with a smile and Mabel nods happily.
Mabel slowly makes her way down stairs followed by her mom, she steps into the living room and sees Paci
To lateOne day you disappearTo late by Artemisia96
One day i cryied
One day everything disappear
It was too late to say goodbye
It was too late to say how much i love you
I never had a chance to hug you and tell you how much i love you
You leave me so fast and it was to late to say goodbye
It was to late for everything
but i hope that you know how much you mean to me
so much pain i suffer
because i didn't teel you at the end
how much i love you i love you i will always love you always
Princess Bubblegum's Velociraptor RhapsodyPrincess Bubblegum's Velociraptor Rhapsody by Gruntchovski
Princess Gum, we bid adieu,
Her name we changed so Ward won’t sue!
We’d like to think she’d change her tune,
For her own sake, we hope it’s soon!
Princess gum, the evil queen,
Rejecting others was her routine,
But now say goodbye to the scientist,
As she pirouettes to a foul abyss!
Now she’ll go into the goo
So toxic and mutated
A cat that’s fused with a dog,
All green and radiated
Some poison waste, some moldy bread
A vicious walrus with two heads!
Ello, good morning! How d’you do?
How nice to meet you! How are you?
Princess Gum, the little brute,
Was anything, but nice and cute!
And now the brute will dearly pay,
For going so very far astray!
Princess Gum, the spoiled brat
Will soon hit the floor with a regal splat!
But it’s not just her, we must conclude,
This nasty piece of gum has already been chewed!
Blame her show’s creators
That the princess will soon glow
A bright fluorescent green
From the reactor down below!
Modernized MacbethModernized Macbeth by fennecfox13
The Three girls sit in the back of their English class whispering to each other
When are we going to meet again?
In thunder, lightening, or in rain?
When the turmoil is done,
when the battle's lost, and won.
5 The sun will set then
Where shall we meet?
Upon the heath?
The cards say we will meet with him soon.
10 Fair is foul-
-and foul is fair.
Hover through the fog and filthy air.
Fair thee well sister.
Second and Third girl
Fair thee well. (Exeunt)
The streets of New York City with many officials on the scene. Duncan, Malcolm, and Lenox come rushing in.
Can he speak right now?
Yes sir I can
My brave friend,
Tell Duncan anything that you may know.
5 It was doubtful that we could succeed.
However, brave Macbeth may have done it.
He deserves the title.
He is a good man.
A worthy gentleman
A tale of revengeDarkened woodsA tale of revenge by ElveTheInsane
Flax was spun by a lovely hand
As tender hands of maiden clasped
For seven winters they were longing
For seven winters they had stayed
'til the call of the Darkwood Forest
Parted them for a different fate
Was her last gift
Before fading into the dusk
And this gift
He had treasured
Hoping she would one day return
But the king had heard of this craftsman
Sent his riders, both tall and fierce
He was seized under waning moonlight
And alas did they his ring steal
Here I am
Once free man
Now I'm trapped
I will have my revenge
Right where I stand
I'll be kept
'til my death
'cause I'll have my revenge
This I swear
Forced to work at the king's command
Prove his skill
At the anvil
Where he shows off his finest craft
Brightest blade by the king was taken
To his daughter he gave the ring
And the smith, he was ordered hamstrung
To prevent him from escaping
That the bla
For You Only [PTSD!Levi x Reader] AUFor You Only [PTSD!Levi x Reader] AU by TheNobodyofaSOLDIER
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ttEJeP-SBmQ Please listen while you read!)
[Warning for mentions of suicide.]
“Ah, that’s the last of it,” you murmured to yourself, placing the last of the pristine dishes into the glass cabinet.
You dried the excess water off your hands, chapped and red. Every light in the house had been switched off, save for the main lamp within the living room, its cool light keeping you company. As clean cut and expensive as this loft was, it often felt cold compared to the little houses and apartments you had grown accustomed to. But, being married to Levi Ackerman, CEO to the biggest cleaning company known in the nation, it was a minor inconvenience. It meant you were well off, right?
Oh, but it was more than that, much, much more.
Levi once lived on the streets. He lead the most terrifying gang in the city. He terrorized all those who dared crossed his path, and each of his members were notorious criminals in some form or fashion. After finall
His Empress For Her Birthday (Hiei x Reader)His Empress For Her Birthday (Hiei x Reader) by Rukia2011
Team Urameshi felt their stomach drop as they looked at the sight with freight.
Well except for Yusuke and Kuwabara they gazed upon the sight of an adorable Empress (name) who apparently had drunk from the "cup of youth" that Koenma had accidentally mixed up with wine as a gift to the Empress for her birthday.
"She's so cute!"
Yusuke exclaimed as he bear hugged the small toddler Empress (name), causing the empress to turn blue from lack of oxygen.
"Yusuke, let her go. I don't think she can breath."
"But she's so cute!"
Yusuke said as he responded to Kurama as he started to tickle her sides, causing the small (name) to laugh and giggle.
"Let me tickle her next Yusuke."
Soon Yusuke and Kuwabara argued as Hiei walked over and held the small toddler in his arms.
"Enough you two, (name) is not some toddler she is the empress of the-"
Soon Hiei feels that (name) was no longer in his arms as he heard the laughter of (name) being tickled by Kuwabra and Yusuke. A low growl
MLP: The Ponyville Music FestivalMLP: The Ponyville Music Festival by Digigex90
It is a good morning in Equestria as the birds are chirping, dragons are flapping all over the land, the buffalo run along the desert plains; some visit and help the earth ponies in Dodge Junction and Appleloosa.
But in Ponyville, The day has finally come the day everypony in Ponyville Is waiting for quite a few days; The Ponyville music festival is here.
Everypony in town are so pumped up with excitement over this event ever since Mayor Mare announced the festival days ago after Chrysalis and the changelings were blasted by the powers Applejuice used cause of his love towards Applejack.
Meanwhile, at the kingdom created by the rainbow of light. The princess of friendship name Twilight starts to rise from her slumber.
She yawned and crawled out of her bed.
She sorted her bed so it looks like a perfect bed.
Afterwards, she walks down to town to meet her friends for today.
She passed by her calendar but she notices something on it so she gallop back to the calendar and takes a deep look
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
For CharlieIndian Apple on Cedar Wood,For Charlie by MizzTusspot
Black Waves burning close Outside
A House is on a Pebble Beach,
Its Legs still strain with Dampened Pride
Sweat Spots on the Neighbor's Couch
Leggings twisted on the Bed
Smooth Jazz on the Counter Top
The Astral Plane is in your Head
Dragon Smoke is in the Wind
Wavering Dots on Shrinking Meat
The Cans were left in Daddy's Car
Put a Blanket on Charlie's Seat
Tonight we'll let the TV Speak
And Spread our Hands on old Duvets
Back-to-Back we'll dream our Dreams
Of Murder Foul and Pink Nougats
The Sun will Rise on a White Dress
Glittering Trains will tear on Stones
A Ring for your Finger and Mine
Will Shine on a Graveyard of Bones
Charlie, baby, don't you cry
All that You have left is Me
In a House where Kisses flow
This is Where I want to be
Sing, Laugh, DanceSing like there's no tomorrow.Sing, Laugh, Dance by VioletRogue
Laugh like the world is whole.
Dance like your floating on air.
Love like you'll never see them again.
Kiss her like she's slipping away.
Hug him like you're unable to let go.
Make a promise like you intend to keep it.
Smile as if the sun was shining.
Prefectdon't try to be the ultimate example of perfection. you're perfect the way you are now; even if you do have flaws. flaws are part of who you are. they make you real, an actual person. I have flaws too, everyone does too. I admit I wish I didn't any flaws. however, I would be living a lie not worth telling if I tried to be something I'm not or never will become. being "prefect" isn't being honest to the truth.Prefect by WhatIsFreedomToYou
you knew I had flaws since we first met, yet you still accepted me for who I really am. you never asked me to change. I'm sorry if I'm asking too much but I do have one request. please don't force yourself to be someone else. you're prefect the way you are, my dearest friend.
A Strange LoverNo one in her life had every liked him. She was too young for him, they insisted, and they were right. He knew they were right but for him, it was love at first sight. Despite how broken she was, there was also a strength in her, a strength so beautiful that he couldn't resist her. He never understood how she hadn't seen it and how she had thought so lowly of herself. But then, he saw people so very differently.A Strange Lover by Azzaneth
Despite his best attempts, she sought him out. She wanted to get away from her family and friends who didn't understand her. He understood her, that was enough for her. She didn't care if the others hated him, she loved him. She would fall into his arms and beg him to take her away, to a better place. He held her tightly, protectively. Yet, he knew he was no good for her, the others were right. He had to let her go, had to let her go to her family and friends who loved her and despised him. He didn't want to come between them.
He stared down at her and begun to let her go, shak
The Dragon Slave of The Basinite FjordsThe Dragon Slave of The Basinite Fjords by thwackcrackers
The very air rippled as the leathery whip came whistling down along Shara's exposed midsection. With a cringing thwack the barbed torture tool lashed her belly again and again. Blood sprayed and sapphire scales were rent violently from her flesh, falling onto the hard stone floor in a collective pile. Shara growled away the seething pain that gutted her away but stubbornly refused to whimper. A whimper expressed defeat and in the sadistic eyes of her tormentors, defeat was what they strove to implant within her.
A rasping voice dragged Shara away from the nightmare of the whip and into a world full of misery. "That's enough. I wish to speak with it."
Shara's body hurt all over and her head swam with nausea as she turned her neck to see a small, obsidian colored creature approach her. The creature bore a disturbing visage and obsidian ornate armor as black as his skin. He tugged his beard a long while, studying the fruits of his work that lay in a pathetic heap be
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.
The Fields of AsphodelThe Fields of Asphodel by vBiancardine
The sun set dancing over the horizon behind the heavy smoke that rose into the skies. The villagers of Ephesos danced around the burning offal of the sacrificed sheep, commemorating another passing season to Artemis in her temple, where the many-breasted huntress stood at the feet of the stone table where the offal burned in a great fire. The stars appeared as Apollo prepared himself for his rest, and the dancing in the temple got frantic as the skies got darker. The music players played with gusto, sharing their notes to the gods themselves in their happiness. Not far away, however, two people sat on a stone bench overlooking the temple, where they did not participate in the festivities. They were a man and a woman, sitting side-by-side, with the woman resting her head on his shoulder while stroking his long, flowing dark beard. “Seikilos,” she said, “They’re playing your song. The people seem to be enjoying it!” Seikilos shrugged and kissed his wife on h
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)
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