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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.
Story HELP WANTED!Hi, can anyone lend a hand with the MLP story I'm trying to make? It can be difficult to handle the plot summary on my own and hope I can get some help.Story HELP WANTED! by MKSfan14
You may or may not remember that I have an interest in writing a retelling of Robert Louis Stevenson's "Treasure Island" with characters and elements from Nintendo.
Here's a preview pic
So which would you be interested in: the MLP Pirate story or "Nintendo Treasure Island"?
UrUrgredju. Chapter 3 - Monster inside (RUS, ENG)RUS:UrUrgredju. Chapter 3 - Monster inside (RUS, ENG) by CamaroLp
Зимняя долгая ночь быстро скрыла город и башни дворца под своим расшитым небесными телами одеянием. По широкой галерее, темнота которой прерывалась только неверны
Christ, Our LifeChrist is the Light of the world.Christ, Our Life by SAUMIGUEL
Without 'HIM' and away from 'HIM'- everything is darkness- No life, at all !!!
Hitoshi Journal - Entry 7The past few weeks have been training, which means that Hajime and I have been spending a lot of time with each other. I have been asking him lots of questions. I've noticed that I have to be careful to only ask when no one is around. When Katsu or Hiraku-sensei are around, he just straight refuses to acknowledge such questions and usually ends up pushing me out of the room to yell at me. It is best that we don't talk around the twins either. Part of it is because they like to tease him about his feelings. Ren likes to flirt with Hajime causing Hajime to go into a rant about how no one can be like Kokoro. Kin doesn't help when the idea of Kokoro might not wanting Hajime. Then a completely different rant about how he has proven his worth to her countless times. It just turns into a disaster. So I have devised a strategy to only speak with him when we're alone. It works out better and Hajime is less likely to turn into a raging beast. Maybe it's a mix of hormones and the beast within himHitoshi Journal - Entry 7 by pyra4eva
Paint it Black(This is an entry for the The Creative Writer, Battles contest. This battle takes place in my Being a Nightmare universe, and you can find more of this series in my gallery.)Paint it Black by colaphan
Europe was plunged into war, a war that threatened the very existence of humanity. It is ironic, then, that such an important war would eventually be erased from the history books and kept a dark secret. But, for the army of young, inexperienced soldiers that marched in a column formation along a dirt path, the war was all too real. It was morning, and the sun began to make its ascent into the clear blue sky. It was summer, but the morning was surprisingly cool, the wind providing some refreshment for the soldiers. The trees rustled from the wind, and the birds chirped their happy songs.
The soldiers all knew what they were going to fight in the next several hours. Their opponents were not humans but Nightmares. Nightmares were creatures that were created through fear. When a mythical being is feared
[Track 6] His World is Already Over(Home is for the Heartless - Parkway Drive)[Track 6] His World is Already Over by MidnightDaybreak
Leonhart slammed the door behind him and mashed his thumb - much harder than necessary - into the pad next to it, locking it. He kept facing the door, not wanting to turn around. His breathing was deep. His face was flushed. His hands were clenched into tight fists at his sides, knuckles white and nails biting into flesh. Cuts and bruises covered his little arms. His nose had been broken when he'd left the training ground, but had almost completely healed in the few minutes it took to return to his room.
Leonhart was angry. Angrier than he'd been in his entire life. Angrier than any nine year old had any need to be. Then again, how many nine year olds had to go through what he did on a nearly daily basis?
He clenched his teeth together, trying to bite back the anger welling inside him. Tears burned behind his eyes. For whatever reason, Leonhart cried when he was an
Antagonism Do you know who I am? You don’t? I'm not that well known. I mean, no one even calls me by my real name. I should make an actual name for myself, one that can be my own. Though, I don't blame them really. I can only blame myself, hiding behind charm and wits. It didn't hurt, you know, falling from grace. The pain and screams heard, the fangs brought out from hurtful tongues. You can't say I didn't fight. The fall felt slow, as if it weren't happening. So why am I the one in this DAMN, SHIT REALM!? It’s because you deserved it. While those BASTARDS are up on cloud nine? They aren’t bastards, they are my friends. Oh so you still think they can accept us. What . . . you think it's my fault? Yes, it is your fault. You think that IF you can get RID of ME, YOU will go back to that disappointment you call a life. But I liked it up there. Don't be an IDIOT. I’m not even supposed to be here. You’re not supposed to beAntagonism by irishgirl8222
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
Apocalypse [Izaya x Pregnant!Police!Reader]Apocalypse [Izaya x Pregnant!Police!Reader] by TheNobodyofaSOLDIER
“Fuck me. Fuck him. Fuck everything. It’s the fucking end of the world.”
You curled up in the corner of the bathroom. You hoped that a shadow would come in and swallow you whole. You wanted the bathroom to flood and take you down. You hoped a storm would come and burn anything.
Your fists gripped the plastic, pink stick so hard, you were almost certain you’d break it.
Oh, how you wished it would and rid yourself of the dreaded positive sign you shamefully covered.
It was certain: you were pregnant.
You gazed at the little cafe, your meeting place with Izaya. As you watched innocent bystanders engage in their everyday conversation, giggling, laughing, flirting, envy bubbled in the pit of your stomach.
Oh, if only you could go back in time and injure yourself, tie yourself up, throw yourself in a dungeon, anything that would withhold you from following through with the stupid actions that lead you to this state.
You were a police officer. You were supposed to repr
UntitledChapter 40Untitled by Rookielyfe777
I could hear the Joker sucking his teeth thoughtfully. The sound haunted my ears as I confirmed my worst nightmare: I was not in love with Bruce.
What the Joker didn’t know was that I didn’t love Bruce . . . because I was already in love with someone else.
The weight of my emotions washed over me like a bucket of ice water down my spine with the force of a hurricane. All the moments shared between us, the fear, the allure, the seduction, the almost . . . tenderness he presented me with; If I was honest with myself, I should’ve seen this coming much earlier, and I should’ve stopped it way before.
Now, Bruce was dead, and I was trapped on the roof of Gotham City Hall with nothing but a dark green couch between me and about 200 stories of air.
“Interesting . . .” The Joker hissed quietly. I couldn’t understand why he was grinning at me like a cat who’d just caught his mouse. I lifted my eyes to glance at him, and he just looked so
Love Song Requiem [Jean x Ghost!Reader]Love Song Requiem [Jean x Ghost!Reader] by TheNobodyofaSOLDIER
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GfQxAhVithM Please listen while you read!)
“Hey. It’s been a while.”
The wind stills. The thick blankets of clouds thin and part just a bit, allowing the warm rays of the sun to the break through the cold. But, thin flakes of snow still sprinkle over the white landscape.
Jean’s soft brown hues catch that light, transforming them into pools of gold. Reddened hands are shoved into the pockets of his coat, the heat stinging his skin.
“Things going well with you? Can you believe it’s been a year since we joined the Scouts?”
The fingertips of the wind lightly brush his hair from his forehead. Closing his lids, he inhales the crisp, biting, winter air. Crystalline flakes gather around the neck of his coat and glitter in the light. Neck bowed, he watched his boots imprint his steps into the pristine pathway. He stops at the oak that shields a little stone from the abuse of the weather. Tall and proud, a little yellow b
D.Gray Man Seven Minutes in Heaven LeroD.Gray Man Seven Minutes in Heaven Lero by VampireGodesNyx
“Alright, which one of you is going to be next?” Pacing around the cafeteria with his chin in his hand, Lavi quickly glanced over the players. Only seconds after he began his search, he stopped at you and pulled you to your feet. “You're the next player.” Smiling in a wide, friendly way, he shoved you towards the box of items. “Good luck.”
“Thank you, but I'll probably need it.” Excited to play, you knelt down by the box and placed your hand inside. The moment you did this, everything inside began to tremble. “What in the world?” Confused, but not deterred, you wrapped your hands around something hard and cylindrical. As soon as you grasped this item, everything else in the box flew out as the item you'd picked shot straight up, knocking you flat on your back. Momentarily dazed, it took you a moment to realize what had happened. “Lero?”
“Yes, it's Lero, Lero. What do you think you'r
All I amHere I stand this is meAll I am by pylonZealot
Naked in my vulnerability
Everything I am laid out to see
Nothing held back my every fallibility
You have now seen it all
All I have to offer every skill every flaw
Both the exceptional and banal
Myself I have committed and I will not withdraw
so, If what I am isn't what you want
Then I will simply say goodbye
My thoughts and dreams you'll cease to haunt
But my regret I wont deny
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
Two within One, a Fusion of Love.This is us, like dancers in perfect unisonTwo within One, a Fusion of Love. by yzkethrag
me and you, moving with absolute precision
we are nothing when you and me are apart,
two halves that's incomplete and imperfect
drifted away from eachother we are but a half heart
neither can do something sublime and subtly.
This is I, me and you, we and us
now two within one, a fusion of love
a perfected unison of one dancing with precision so absolute
and all of me is the greatest feeling,
the thrilling experience of being
together I'm stronger and faster.
And if you think we're a monstrous disaster,
then look within yourself and see,
you're not better than me or we
for I move with grace and fleetness
we can see it fills you with aggravating madness,
but I think you're just envious of our loving light
in your eternal dark loneliness,
if you think you can beat me in a fight
that's fine so let us go, just we and you
one versus two.
Part 1♦-----------------------♦Part 1 by NightHawk-Aussie
If you’ve ever ventured
To the coastal rocky shores
Docks jut out
Where waves break out
And the coy sailboats are moored
The ridged shale meets
A streambed’s feet
Where the cormorant calls to the sea
But beyond that
It’s forested scrat
As far as the eye can see.
The forest progresses to meet the mountains
Themselves a stubborn strength
Holding the weight
Of the forested freight
And with them streams of fountains.
Then at the dikes
Where the hunters strike
The rock faces prove a candor
Where fir meets alder
And the trees are balder
Creating trails that meander.
In the thick of the forest
And tangle of brush
Brings with it the essence of Spring
Rain wets the bog
The thick husky fog
Clearing with life in full swing.
Up past the bank
The grand firs are lank
Green and unbridled with youth
Some branches have snapped
Or the tops have been capped
(But it was us to tell you the truth.)
We used to climb
Those small tree limbs
The trunks wou
Red~ Whether it be a warm glow of care,Red~ by VioletRogue
Or a fiery hue of rage,
Your eyes reflect
All of your soul's desires.
Sleep In Your Arms I'm crying again, not much of a surpriseSleep In Your Arms by Sammylovesyoulots
I'm exhausted and I have books crushing me.
Chemistry, Trigonometry, United States History and Government,
College letters, English, and a to-do list 10 pages thick.
Trying to do my school work has lead to 2 am break downs again
And all I want to do is sleep in your arms.
So that's what I dream of as I write out equations and amendments
Blasting my music a little to loud to keep my eyes open
But with every slow heavy blink, I see your sweet smile.
A Strange LoverNo one in her life had ever 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 he could see in the young girl, 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 be
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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