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11. SadnessThey say sadness comes from a feeling of disadvantage, loss and helplessness. I dont feel disadvantaged in any way, I havent lost a thing except for maybe a few coins in favour of a bottle of sweet juice, and I deffinitely dont feel helpless. But I feel sad. So what am I, outer-deffinitionally-sad? I dont know where this feeling came from, but all of a sudden, as if it had been in the air, I felt sad, and the feeling hasnt left me since then, a few days ago. I walk around the world as if I were in a bubble, as if that bubble softened every sound except for those of cars roaring and people yelling, softened every touch, so that mostly I feel nothing. Its as if my whole body had fallen asleep, like when your foot tingles and you can poke it with something sharp and youll only feel that somethings touching your foot, but not what and how much that hurts or feels good. What I do know is that I no longer want to feel th
He wore a pink dress of the finest silk, courtesy of a close friend. But what good did the dress do if he couldnt wear it in public? He wanted people to see him, but, most of all, he wanted to walk in the gardens of the palace without disruption.
His dad would never allow. a man does not dress in womens clothes. A man, a man of royalty like you, above all, must always defend his dignity and honor, which you destroy completely by wearing those dresses He would say somehting like that, surely, and then he would forbid dresses to be brought into the palace if he didnt posess a key to the cloest they were to be stored in.
All Frank wanted was a walk around the gardens in the lovely pink dress his friend Jonatan had bought him. So, to try to make his wish come true, he called in a conference with Jonny and Will. They were the only 2 who knew about his obsession.
The plan was good, and they hoped it wouldnt fail.
The hole on the other side of the pal
9. DoomI sat there apathetically motionlessly staring at the shadows flickering over the graffiti-covered walls 20 feet away from me. I squinted as I suddenly saw a shadow coming towards me, becoming larger and larger until some evil person stood in front of me blocking my sight.
YOU! Evil creature! Will you stand aside, I MUST observe the shadows or else they will flee!
He sat down beside me, but his intrusion had scared them all away and all my precious work of over a century had dissipated into thin air. I could KILL him! I noticed I was strangling him when his hand fell on my thigh, the pervert! I let him go, he had to be alive to be scolded, after all. The yelling didnt serve to bring him to his sense, though. He kept trailing his hand up and down my thigh, and then, suddenly, he straddled me! I lost all my wits right then and slapped the ignorant being across the face. First he bereft me of my lifes efforts, then he mocks me, and now he tries to seduce me!
8. Novel Tis a novel way of looking at life, it is.
Indeed, I agree, yet, is it in accordance with the Holy Bible?
Sir, your disciples shall have to figure that out, because, with all due respect, I have not enough knowledge of the Holy Bible to be judge upon such delicate matters.
Very well, I shall set 3 of my monks to the task of analyzing the problem at hand thoroughly.
Yes, but do have them proceed with discretion, I dont want rumors to set out into the city about the respectabilty of my palace
Of course, they will work with the highest secrecy, and noone shall know what they are about.
Very well, so it be then. And now, there was something else you asked of me?
Yes, indeed. But I believe we should go into more private rooms for that
Of course. Let us go into my chambers. Come.
7. PiratesWe were pirates, travelling through the seas of the mind and taking what we wanted. There was so much non-useful stuff that eventually we had to give out a few brains per a million people that would contain all the bullshit thoughts. The good ones were archivated in the Great Secretary of Whiteness. Us, the elite group of the Collectors' disciples, were destined to go out there and pick up the White Ones. The Boredoms were to lisen to all the thoughts we dropped in, a tedious work, very boring and monotonous. The excitement of my job was the adventure. I have witnessed many brilliant thoughts, I've seen their creation, seen how the cells connected and rejoiced when I successfully pulled the fresh thought from the mind. Some were really egoistic about their thoughts, they just wouldn't let go. I hated when that happened, because sometimes the cells would mutate in a matter of seconds and start biting me.
Todays my last day of work, then I leave for my vacations. So, think!
Ah, there's o
6. PessimisticSlow currents of air forced themselves through the small window. The others were all closed. It was hot and humid, very humid. She could have sworn they were in the tropic, but was it so? No, they werent. But the weather suited the situation in a twisted way.
Smiles and laughter had gone with her. Fun and happyness had packed their bags and left. They didnt know how to go on, if there was even a future.
Their black clothes nearly choked them, but she wouldnt let them wear anything else, and they had nothing else, either. It wasnt fitting for these children to walk around in black. They should run away, they should flee. But she wanted to stay, she didnt let them. How often had they begged her, and she had always responded the same way. The bruises on their backs would never heal if she didnt stop. And to make her stop they would have to stop telling her they had to leave, now. But they didnt want to give up, and they knew very well they wouldn&
La CortinaSiempre se había movido, y nunca me había dado cuenta. Se movía en olas lentas, como si estuviese respirando lentamente, como lo hacen los ancianos. "Labored breathing filled the air of the small room, it sounded shallow, as if many holes had been punctured into the lung". No había sonido alguno, nunca había habido, y no supuse que iría a haber algún día. Sólo el movimiento. Como un barco, meciéndose sobre la tranquilas olas del mar caribe, sospechando absolutamente nada mientras los marineros duermen y sueñan de casa, o de islas tropicales llenas de mujeres bellas.
Como una madre que baila lentamente con su hijo en brazos para que duerma, cantándole con su dulce voz una canción de cuna, la más bella. Como la suave y lenta canción de cumbia en aquel restaurante remoto en mitad del desierto, casi abandonado, casi solitario, tan lleno de vida.
Yo estaba barriendo la casa como me lo había pedido mi madre cuand
4. Change4. Change
It had always moved, and I had never noticed. It moved in slow waves, as if it were breathing slowly, like old people do. 'Labored breathing filled the air of the small room, it sounded shallow, as if many holes had been punctured into the lung'. There was no sound, there had never benn, and I assumed there would never be. Just the movement. Like a ship, rocking on the tranquile waves of the Carabian sea, suspecting absolutely nothing while the sailors sleep and dream of home, or of tropical islands full of beautiful women.
Like a mother that dances slowly with her son in her arms so he sleeps, singing a sleeping song to him in her sweet voice, beautiful. Like the soft and slow cumbia song in that restaurant in the middle of the desert, almost abandoned, almost solitary, so full of life.
I was sweeping the house as my mother had asked me when I noticed. The curtain had ceased its movement, and it was then that I noticed that it had always moved. I never knew how, but I knew i
3. Content3. Content
It would be disastrous.
There had not been enough rehearsals, he didnt know his text, and he didnt even want to participate. It had been his best friends idea, Matts. At the diner, Pennys, they had found it a good idea, but now, 3 months later and a lot more nervous, he found it had nothing good about it at all. No, nothing. He wanted to get it over with, with as few public humiliation as possible, and then he wanted to disappear for at least half a year. Why had he ever agreed to do this? Hed known the older kids would think he was a fag for doing this! Why did he expose himself to the school in tights and reciting heroic lines, then?
Well, of course, he could argue that he had had no idea that the play to be put on stage was Robin Hood, but he could have informed himself before recklessly joining the drama club. How ignorant of him! At least Matt was in it with him, but that didnt help much, because he was playing the k
Roman Runaway (Romano x Reader)
(Romano x Reader)
Song(s) to listen to, ‘Opus 33’ from Dustin O’ Halloran to get the full feeling of this story.
“FIND HER! WHERE DID SHE GO?!” I could feel my heart beat from within my chest as I ran towards freedom.
“A-almost there!” I called out airily as I proceeded to make it towards the large sign of the hotel we were staying at.
“I THINK I’VE FOUND HER! CORNER HER BOYS!” I looked behind me to see a large group of guards, at least ten of them.
Protect me my ass, these fools just wanted their pay.
“GAH!” I felt my body suddenly collide with the cold, icy, ground. I crawled my way o
Heir Loki x Baby readerThe night air was crisp as Loki casually strolled through some Midgardian woods. The full moon illuminated the bare trees and the snow covered ground, creating a very beautiful scenery; but there was one sound that shattered the sought after serenity, a baby’s wail- high pitched and annoying. Loki went on so deep in thought he remained oblivious to the wails that grew louder and louder. In fact he wasn’t pulled out of his mind until the source of the screaming was directly in front of him.
“Silence you mewling quim!” Loki bellowed as he glared at the child that could be no older than a year old. You quieted immediately and all tears in your (e/c) eyes seemingly dried up. Blood glistened in the moonlight against your (s/c) skin and led Loki to notice you were clad only in a diaper in freezing weather; a feat only capable by Frost Giants and Fire Fae as far as he knew.
“Where is your mother?”
You gurgled, causing the blood on y
Chitauri Loki x Baby readerTakes place between Thor and The Avengers.
Wind whipped all around Loki as he fell from the Bifrost. Darkness surrounded him and if it wasn’t for the fact he was blinking his eyes he would’ve never known they were open at all.
‘I’ll never be as good as Thor’ Was his last thought before he gave into the darkness completely.
“Who is he?” A female voice penetrated his mind and pulled him from his sleep.
“I am Loki of Asgard.” He piped in while the two Chitauri females before him jumped back at his sudden interruption.
“Our King would like to meet you.” They stated in unison after they recovered from their mild case of shock. Loki swung his legs over the side of the bed and followed the pair through large golden hallways until they stopped in front of gigantic double doors. They said nothing as they stepped to the side and motioned for him to go in.
“Loki of Asgard wel
Secret Santa- Finland x Reader (ONE SHOT)
The snow settled on the ground peacefully. It was Christmas Eve and everything was perfect.
Well, almost everything. The fact was, a Finnish man and his (nationality) girlfriend were arguing over the issue of Christmas again.
“Why are you never here?” you screeched at him, “I go to celebrate with you every year just to have you gone all night! Do you know how frustrating that is?”
Your (h/c) was damp from the shower you just had. Upon getting out, you saw your loving boyfriend getting ready to leave like he always did this time of year. It had seemed even worse ever since you had moved in with him or perhaps you just noticed more now.
“Listen (Name)...” he pleaded, “I can’t tell you just yet. It hurts me to keep it away from you but it will come in time.”
“NO! I’m sick of you leaving every Christmas Eve! We may as well break up if you can’t tell me!”
Tino sighed gently, “Tomorrow. I&
narcissism (i can't get you outta my skin)she's fucking fantastic.
that girl, i mean. fucking fantastic. everything about her--greasy hair, cloudy irises, chapped lips. doesn't matter that she ain't model material or anything. her hipbones jut out just enough to touch mine when we fuck. her lips sure know how to dance better than her feet. and she's got this idea in her head that killed her, but i can't figure out just what it was.
her cat still circled my legs like i'm half prey half predator. orange tabby cat with no tail and a stubborn mouth, but she loves that thing to death. ironic.
she came from japan, you know. her mother came over when things were getting tough because she thought in america you were invincible and when she realized she was wrong she killed herself. boom--right in the head. she found her mother dead on the floor when she wasn't even three. the neighbors found her next.
so yeah. she's pretty fucking fantastic. she runs t
Creepypasta x Half Wolf!Reader [Part 8]"I never would have thought that a girl would be good at this," BEN mumbled, tossing a handful of popcorn into his mouth. He cast a sideways glance to the young female beside him, who was staring at the TV screen with a triumphant look. "I mean, we got up to round 47," he continued. "I usually can't even get past 10."
[Your Name] turned her head and smiled happily at him. "I really like games like this," she giggled. "I've always found them really fun!"
"So have I," he commented. "And you know... We would have survived if you had just came over and revived me when I was down--"
The young girl frowned. "It's not my fault if you die every ten seconds and there's a huge-ass swarm of zombies behind me."
"Ten seconds?" BEN repeated. "I do believe that I survive longer than that."
"You died in the first round."
"IT'S NOT MY FAULT THAT I LIKE TO DIVE DOWN STAIRCASES. IT WASN'T MY FAULT THAT THERE WAS LIKE FIVE OF THEM ZOMBIES WAITING FOR ME EITHER."
"It was rather amusing to wa
Death Battle: Luffy vs. Popeye
Ray: Alright, the combatants are set. Let’s settle this debate once and for all.
Steel: It’s time for a DEATH BATTLE!!!
All was calm as a massive galleon cruised across the ocean's surface, its lion-head bowsprit and straw-hat wearing Jolly Roger noticeable anywhere. From its deck, one could hear merry music from a fiddle, and the members of the crew either singing or dancing along to it.
Joining them in the festivities was the captain of this ship known to all as "Thousand Sunny". That captain was none other than the famed Straw-Hat Luffy.
The song came to an end and the skeletal fiddler took a bow, his art complete. If he had a proper face, he would have smiled at the cheers.
“WOW!” Luffy said with a broad smile, “Play it again!”
Yet as the crew celebrated, a simple-looking steamboat was coming across their path up ahead. At first, the crew paid no mind to it. That all changed because, just when the skeleton was about to draw his bow across the
For What It's Worth [Daryl x Reader] Ch.6Your muscles clenched; your heart froze mid-heartbeat; and your breath choked in your airway as the deafening sound of a gunshot exploded into your ears. Your brain only had enough time to process the scream of a Walker before it went completely blank with shock; your ears were only able to register that sound at a muffled, almost unintelligible volume before they lost the ability to hear anything but a painful ring. Your eyes went wide, wider than fear had pried them before, but the blindfold rendered them as useless as your ears. You were deaf and blind...
But you were alive.
You were alive.
And that could be fixed. Easily.
With nothing but sheer panic at that realization to drive you and nothing but a nature cultivated to survival to guide you, your body shot into motion before your mind abandoned its shock. You weren't thinking about whether or not the men would see you. You weren't thinking about whether or not your actions were futile. You weren't thinking at all. Your bod
Coming Home for Christmas20th December
“It really is very kind of you to have me staying for Christmas this year, Karen – with your father passing on this year, I didn’t want to be alone.”
Karen smiled as she pulled up outside her flat, and turned off the engine of her Skoda Octavia. “It’s my pleasure Mum – the last thing either of us needs is a Christmas where we feel sad. Come on – I’ll show you the new flat.”
Karen smiled as her mother got out of the car. For a woman in her sixties, she still looked remarkably good, her greying hair cut into a short bob as she walked over the cobbles and onto the pavement. Gail was wearing a black leather jacket, v-necked jumper and a grey blouse with a frilled front, dark trousers and short black boots.
As for Karen, she was wearing a black military style jacket over a dark round necked top, grey pants and knee length brown boots, the legs of her pants covered by the tan leather.
5. DreamsBeads of color chased each other through the air while the boy sat silently on the hill. When the first colored bead, a blue one, caught in his long wavy hair he jerked up, out of his thoughts. He looked around and caught one of the beads, a violent red one, and he cracked it open and ate the glimming lines that reared up from the inside.
They were delicious, and once the first was eaten, they all wanted to be eaten. They swarmed in, towards the boy on the hilltop, all wanting to be first, all wanting to be devoured by his sweet mouth. None of them noticed that they didnt leave the boy time to swallow, and as darkness closed in on him he was more and more surrounded by colorful beads.
The pillow was choking him.
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