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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.
How to Make a Monster (600 Words)Prep: 9 monthsHow to Make a Monster (600 Words) by dtb84
Cook time: 10+ years
Ready in: 11+ years
Yield: 1 life sized creature of terror
24 cups (1 ½ gallons) chilled blood, uncoagulated
17 cups all-purpose mayhem
3 cups distilled hate
1 cup ground pure bile
1 cup tightly packed bitter pain
1 cup emotion or callousness
1 cup course venom
½ cup minced havoc
½ cup ground old-styled rancor
1 tablespoon vinegarness
1 tablespoon sin extract
1 teaspoon semen
¼ teaspoon immorality (optional)
1. In a bed, or the backseat of a vehicle, warm and mix one cup of blood and egg. Continue to blend ingredients together until they are steamy and begin to sweat, at that time add semen and continue to mix (5-30 minutes)
2. In planned house, sift together mayhem, havoc, rancor, and bitter pain; continue sifting in household (9 months)
3. Transfer the blood mixture into a small sized vessel and ignore until it cools to lukewarm (1 year)
4. Beat, while slowly adding blood, until lifelong wounds
Zanika- Capitulo Cinco: Entre RuinasCapítulo Cinco: Entre RuinasZanika- Capitulo Cinco: Entre Ruinas by Zanika99
Me hubiera encantado ser publicista de aquellos terrenos, sería algo así como "¿quieres hacer una escuela especial? ¿Qué mejor lugar que un barrio asesino, inseguro en ruinas? ¡Así, sus alumnos podrán practicar su magia atacando a asesinos, delincuentes y violadores! ¿Qué mejor prueba que eso!".
...No, en serio, la escuela estaba en un barrio así.
Recuerdo, cuando era pequeña, la hora de votar para gobernador, me acuerdo de mi padre indignado por los postulados, mientras que mi madre parecía estar encantada... o algo parecido.
―No votes por ninguno ―le había dicho yo a mi papá una de esas veces que lo oí refunfuñar.
Él había suspirado para luego acariciar mi despeinado cabello negro:
―Ojalá fuera tan fácil, linda.
En la escuela, cuando era poco más grande, iba y mis compañeros se ponían a discutir sobre el gobernante
Infinite crown Chapter 23- Discovered shine Hisoka has been defeated by Adjutant Ryuu. She is left behind wounded at a old abandoned shrine. Will anyone save her or let her die?Infinite crown Chapter 23- Discovered shine by Gm27
The scene switches to Satoshi.
Satoshi: (breathing hard)
Yukio shows up.
Yukio: Hold still sir.
He heals him.
Satoshi: Who are you?
Yukio: I'm a mythical creature like you, and a doctor.
Satoshi: Where's Hisoka?!
Yukio: At the old abandoned shrine up there.
Satoshi: I need to see if shes okay.
Yukio: You just stay here. She needs to be alone for a moment.
The scene switches back to the old abandoned shrine.
She finds Hisoka and lays right next to her.
Hisoka pets her.
Hisoka: Don't cry Eri. I'll be fine.
Yukio shows up.
Hisoka: What do you want?
Yukio: Just hold still ma'am.
He heals her.
Hisoka: Thank you.
Yukio: Your welcome.
Hisoka: Why are you helping me?
Yukio: Because I'm a doctor. And that's what doctors do.
Hisoka: What is this place?
Yukio: Looks like some old abandoned shri
LIFE Prologue pg.3Fresh start to the day, I just wanted to skip breakfast today and catch the bus and go straight to school. I zoomed straight out the front door and made sure to lock it and turned to see the bus already loading. Just barely getting on in time, I made my way to one of the front section seats that were surprisingly empty unlike usual. The ride was relatively short considering that my stop is the last before they head to the middle school. Normally I would go by carpool but since my parents were out of town I had to go by bus and besides, it gets me to school faster and the faster I go, the sooner I can talk to my friends about my plan!LIFE Prologue pg.3 by DraconiaIstra
I immediately hopped off the bus as soon as the door opened and shot into school earning a couple of odd looks along the way. Just like usual, my class was chatting away and the teacher ignored the noise while doing paperwork at her desk in the back of the classroom that's actually a trailer. Sometimes the school is just cheap but when I saw this it was ju
A-POC: Part 1 Chapter 1-Sammy's Point Of ViewA-POC: Part 1 Chapter 1 by Roxyblue4343
It took a while, but Roxy finally calmed down. She sat on her cot, staring at the floor with a glass of water trembling in her hand. Tired voices and rustling sheets told me that Roxy's scream managed to wake up Jacob and Mathia, something I never thought possible to do. I sat on the old, wooden chair next to the rotting dining table and started to drift of into thought when Roxy's voice pulled me back to reality.
“I'm sorry,” she said, not looking up or even moving.
I was about to tell her it was okay, but I stopped myself, knowing it wouldn't help.
“Just go back to sleep. It isn't fun to scavenge when you're sleepy.”
“Yeah, okay,” she nodded and set her glass back down on her nightstand.
I got up and trudged back to my cot, turning off the light as I went. The creaky, metal frame shrieked under me and I laid down. I could tell that she was close to falling asleep by the patterns of her breath.
Poor girl... I sighed to myself
SilentWhen the world comes to an end, and humanity becomes corrupt with power, greed and envy.Silent by The-Silverthorn
When all things most precious to you is ripped apart and torn before your very eyes.
When the only thing that you can hear is the sounds of guns, bombs, and screams day in, day out.
Remember this my friends...
Only the silent survive.
Adobe Slabs Segment 1Adobe Slabs Segment 1 by Chococcino
There was the sound of an explosion. Followed by another. And another, until there were so many in succession that any other sound would be hard-pressed to be heard.
It was a good thing, then, that M’s phone was set to vibrate, and currently in his back pocket. He put it to his ear and answered without even looking to see who the caller was. He continued to focus on the onscreen destruction he had been in the midst of causing. “This is M,” he answered, with a slightly disconnected voice.
“Hey, uh, M. This is Billy.”
M hit the pause button and set the controller down. Who?
“I don’t, like, know if you remember me, man, you probably don’t. But like… I was wondering if you could help me out? See, I’ve got this, um...well, I mean, it’s pretty much... uhh. So I can’t
Mean Girls - Rachel Crow: Fandub Espanol¿Has pasado el recreo, sin nadie a tu ladoMean Girls - Rachel Crow: Fandub Espanol by StarSuperFan
porque cada vez que estás, la gente se marcha?
Poniéndote cada apodo que existe
Todos, excepto, sólo tu nombre
¿Como te sentirías si llegaras hoy a casa,
te encerraras, y no quisieras que te vieran?
Mientras todos se divierten afuera, y te dices a ti mismo
No dejaré que me afecte más
No quiero sentirme así
Como es posible esto
No, no, no está bien
¿Qué es lo que sabes sobre mi?
¿Quieres saber qué pienso?
Las sacaré hoy mismo
Ya no gobiernan mi mundo
Las sacaré hoy mismo
¿Cómo te sentirías yendo a la escuela,
alguien te está mirando, llamándote un perdedor?
Todas esas chavas con faldas rosas
No me llego el mensaje
Pues mi blusa es su burla
Bueno, espero que se sientan muy bien
Maltratando a alguien que es un completo extraño
Ya que es más sencillo
Abstract Nonsense - Kagamine Rin: Fandub EspanolRumores nuevos que inventan siempre cada día,Abstract Nonsense - Kagamine Rin: Fandub Espanol by StarSuperFan
Planes futuros que quizás un día lograría,
Sueños perdidos, rotos por esta monotonía.
¡En esta fantasía!
Yo escucho voces que siempre intentan criticarme,
Parecen títeres manipulados por mal arte,
Sus corazones llenos de rencor y de malicia.
¡Oh vaya sinfonía!
Ah, hasta califican mi apariencia,
Ah, hasta quizás yo repruebe hoy mi vida.
¡Una otra vez!
Cansada ya estoy,
Ya no puedo más,
No debo tratar de complacer.
Saltar al vacío,
Pues no puedo ver,
Una respuesta a todo mi estrés.
Me duele admitir,
Que soy cobarde,
Para enfrentar este miedo.
Debo tomar aire,
Y quizás mañana salga de nuevo el sol.
Pasando por la escuela veo a chavos ahorcados,
Todos iguales con los tornillos todos zafados,
Encadenados hoy por una tremenda agonía.
¡Ay que melancolía!
Buscando a alguien que me acompañe
Battle HymnWe have comeBattle Hymn by ElveTheInsane
From a land, far up north
Through the storms
We have traveled far abroad
Full of hope
We have come upon your land
For upon your shores we stand
We shall roam about
Head for the nearest town
Speak with the local men
Put a claim on this land
We want fertile lands
These are our demands
If you deny our cause
We will take them by force
Our barren lands they seemed so hopeless
So we have prepared for our final stand
Our crops did not grow, the weather our foe
So we have followed the water's flow
Now we have found land just like we had planned
The king will demand our lands to expand
Our men now decree: 'We crossed the rough seas,
so surrender all your lands to me!'
We have claimed
The land near this shore
For a living we need more
We march forth
Our men, they long for war
Hear our song
It's the battle hymn we chant
So simple a task
Just give us what we ask
Now we will have you know
You will rot on your throne
We will march to war
Until we have your corpse
I'm trying, I swearI’m lying on the floorI'm trying, I swear by LustingforLove
Talking to god again
First time since I don’t know when
But I’ve been such a mess
Figure I’ll give it a chance
Ask a favor of the big man
See if I can get a glimpse of the plan
Oh, I’m working hard, or so I’ll claim
Drinking too much to numb the pain
It doesn’t work all that well
And the choices I make will get me sent to hell
But I’m trying, I swear
I don’t know who I am
Can’t find myself, even in the mirror
Strangers call me by my name
Who are they? Should I care?
My shadow follows me everywhere
It’s growing bigger and I’m scared
I’m all alone, I guess that’s fine
But if he wants to come home
I won’t waste any time
Wake up in the morning with my regrets
All my close friends are taking bets
To see who I take home next
Oh, I’m working hard, or so I’ll claim
Drinking too much to numb the pain
It’s doesn’t work all that well
And the choices I make will
'Love' at First Sight [2p!Romano x Reader][Part 3] Almost half a year later, you woke up in the middle of the night to a pain that felt like you were being hit by a train going from your back to your stomach. You gave a sigh and squeezed your loose pajama top, rolling your head over to Flavio on your left. He was out cold after a night of running around Italy for the best of the best last-minute items. That perfectionist. Soon, the pain subsided, and you tried to go back to bed. You rolled your head to the right to look out of the window. Outside it was pitch dark, and all you could see was the outline of a large tree tapping at the window gently. You relaxed and closed your eyes once again, all before another round of pain rushed in, causing you to cringe and make a noise that sounded like the air had been knocked out of your lungs.'Love' at First Sight [2p!Romano x Reader][Part 3] by IconicMarshmellow
Flavio stirred and looked over at you, who was now fully turned on your side away from him, and curled into a fetal position the best you could. Flavio was quiet for
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
You Were Born Missing SomethingYour skin is glazed with crystals of frostYou Were Born Missing Something by WindFragments
and your heart's valves are close to
freezing shut tight
from being devoid of something
Though I am torrents of hail, whirling storms,
warm tears streaking,and tornadoes of rage
that flow uncontrollably through my veins
and out of my mouth,
every breath near you is warm
because your words are so cold
I am a natural disaster at its finest
with bones twisted in painful angles
and a crooked spine
you were born spineless
I am the who when you call, who's there?I am the "who" when you call, who's there?I am the who when you call, who's there? by pachitaz
I am that thing that prowls at the corner of the street
I am the bloody eyes that watches your next step
I am the shadow that dissapear under the lost tombs
do you know me?
can you smell my stench?
have you ever seen my face?
can you feel my chilly hand at your back?
I am the reason why you can not feel alone at night
I am the desesperate answer for your question
I am that thing that you try to believe is not there
I am your oldest friend, and the one you most hate
it is because I will never leave you alone?
or because you can not understand me?
I am the "who" when you call, who's there?
I am the one who will never leave you alone, my friend
thief of wordsyour piercing silence stabs my headthief of words by pachitaz
the eyes that I loved are closed forever
now our moments are flowing in the paper
but my literature needs more words
so I write yours like if they were mine
to fill the blank parts of my soul
that is the destiny of the broken poets
Sexone time at schoolSex by TheStoyTeller
I was dancing down the hall,
and I was telling a friend of mine
about how virginity is not a flower,
but rather it is an orchard, bearing fruit
ripe enough to entice Eve
and as our mouths began to water a teacher stopped me
and told me that the words I spoke
were a sin to school halls,
and I told her that the true sin
was a teaching about how Christopher Columbus
a rapist and a murderer
was depicted as some sort of savior of
And of course that could not be so
what with moral absolutism
a rapist could not be a Messiah
a rapist could not be a hero and the teacher just looked at me,
"isn't it just sex?
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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