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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
The Dress of Change (Request)
“Hey, where are you going, Carl?”
“Oh, uh, you know, home.”
I cringe as Scott Young presses me against a fence. You know, just one day without this sort of abuse would be nice. Just one day.
“You made me flunk my History test, smartass! How many times do I have to tell you to make your answers visible?”
“I tried!” I exclaim, “Dude, Mrs. Grier has the eyes of a hawk. Both of us could’ve gotten detention!”
“I could care less about detention,” Scott sneers, “I have it almost every day anyway. YOU, on the other hand, need to man up! Better both of us take the fall than me getting an F!”
“I’m not done,” my aggressor cuts in, “Listen, do I need to remind you why we’re having this talk?”
Oh Shit! (Levi x Reader)
"Squad Leader (Y/N)! The meeting is going to start soon!"
Oh, right. There was another meeting. You detested meetings. And so did your boyfriend of two years, Levi.
You grumbled a small "thanks" to the cadet at your doorway, and put your paperwork aside.
Honestly, the relationship you had with Levi was a surprising one, especially because you had to keep it a secret. The military wasn't fond of relationships between its members, especially ones between squad leaders.
Their excuse was, "Blah blah distraction blah blah court cases blah blah death."
Anyone in a romantic relationship had to fill a shit ton (Levi's favorite unit of measurement) of paperwork, and the entire military would know. And if you guys broke up?
Every single person would know.
So it was in your's and Levi's best interest to keep quiet, and enjoy the times in broom closets and midnight strolls through the woods. At least now you knew why Levi had the cadets clean every
Marvin was someone who rarely got into trouble or altercations with anybody. He wasn't one to start arguments or get anybody angry with him, since he was a rather timid and shy person himself. Plus, he didn't have the best stature to stand up against a fight, if he ended up in one. Of course, someone he knew years ago was sent to prison because of something that happened between them. Marvin had accidentally spilled a can of worms about one his friends cheating on another one of his friends. Because of it, his friend was literally out to kill him because he destroyed potential happiness. Since then, he's been in prison.
It was another crisp afternoon in October. Marvin was in a cafe, toying around with a new tablet he'd bought. He was sitting on a sofa, sipping from a bottle of tea he'd bought. He looked up, seeing two police cars and a nice looking car following behind. He smiled, thinking back to something that used to make him smile about cops and donuts. T
Hetalia X Neko Reader Pt14
Hetalia X Neko Reader
Lesson in Fighting
After breakfast Natalia lead (Name) to a room in the basement. The room is painted a light blue with various weapons, shields and armor around the room. What caught (Name) eye ere four pair of military uniform but before she could go look at them she was dragged across the room. (Name) watches as Natalia pulls out a practice dummy. The dummy looks like a crude rag doll with blond hair and light violet eyes. (Name) stares at it for a minute before she feels something being pressed into her hand. (Name) looks down to see Natalia giving her a small dagger. She takes it and examines it. It is slightly larger than her hand with a polished wood hilt and shiny silver blade.
“I saw many weapons in Japan nut nothing like this, it’s so small”
“It’s a dagger” Natalia says bluntly “I want you to stab the dummy with it”
“But I don’t want to” (Name) says
“This is self-defense, I am trying
EWL Payback - TGOh man it’s Friday night and nothing to do but sit down and keep typing away at the big story of mine. The thought of finishing it loomed in the back of my head as I opened up the word document and looked over at all that I’ve written these past few months. I smile while slowly scrolling down through almost thirty pages worth of work till I get to the bottom and see where I had previously left off.
Just as I start typing away at the keys on the mechanical keyboard I see the blinking cursor move backwards, deleting letter by letter, then word by word. I gasped and looked down to see if the backspace key was stuck and after pushing it a few times I realized it wasn’t me that was deleting my own work but something else. I frantically started hitting the undo button to try and save my work from being removed from existence. Once that didn’t work I basically said to hell with it and closed the document and when prompted to save any changes I immediately clicked no an
Attack on Titan x Reader - I'm in the Band (Ch. 1)[Author's Note: This is a college marching band AU. Since Reader-chan is a new freshman, she shall be expected to act shy. Also, Reader-chan shall play the clarinet. Apologies to anyone reading who does not play clarinet, but look on the bright side: You'll be clarinet buddies with Armin and Marco~!]
Chapter One: Introductions
My face flushed involuntarily as I quickly walked toward the many rows of fold-out chairs. I kept my eyes on the floor when my rear hit the chair at the end of the back row, and I tried my best to block out the loud chatter coming from almost every other mouth in the room. I was greatly outnumbered by strangers, what looked to be over a hundred other people seated in the giant rectangular formation of chairs set out at the front of the room.
I allowed my eyes to scan the room and its inhabitants. A man sat patiently at the front facing the crowd of people. I recognized him. He was Erwin Smith, the band director, the man for whom I had auditioned. He was ve
Child!Prussia x child!reader: first kissI do not own hetalia or you
((Okay so in this Ludwig is Gilbert's older brother so yeah enjoy))
I sat in the back seat watching out the window as all the trees flew by. I groaned...today I have to go to daycare...why would I want to do that when I could stay at home with my big brothers Alfie and Mathew? "Daddy! Why can't u stay at home with Alfie and Mattie?" I asked looking at my British father driving. He looked at me in the rear view mirror. "Because their at school love." He said. "Do I have to go to school?" I asked. He chuckled and nodded. "Yes poppet, at one point you need to go to school." He said. I huffed and watched as we pulled up to the daycare that I toured with my daddy last month.
My dad got me out of the car and held my hand as we walked though the doors only to be greeted by a woman with bright green eyes and pretty blonde hair who was known as Ms. Belgium. "Oh! Hello Arthur! Hello (name)! You look so pretty today! Did your daddy get you all dressed up
Fools Gold (Netherlands x Reader)
(Netherlands x Reader)
Warning. This is not a happy story.
“I want a divorce.” His voice was cool and sharp, calming almost, as if the way those four words rolled off of his tongue without a care in the world, no sense of reluctance in them in the least. The words of anti that were soon to erupt from my own caverns held silent, my lips pushed tightly together in pure disbelief. I knew this was going to happen but…not this soon, not now. The tall man sat up from our love seat, the clink of his boots bruised against the carpeted floors; ignoring my face as if I didn’t exist. I heard the door slam, awaking me from my state of being before running to the door after him, the only thing in his wake was the entryway.
“Tim!” I was given no response aside from a look that I’d grown to
Gaea The Goddess (WG) 4"You wanted to see me, Gaea?"
Wu stood off to her right as Tabitha waddled into the room, pulling back the curtain of shells, beads and sea glass so that the former warrior may enter. The dark, bark-colored walls wrapped around this circular room, and it surely had been a spacious room at one point, but with piles upon disorganized piles of empty food containers, boxes and jars filled with miscellaneous items, keepsakes and mementos collected from around the world, a few old sheets and clothes, and a skeleton taking up said space, it felt just a tiny bit on the cramped side of things. For a big girl like Tabitha, it was a poor setting to be stuck in. Gaea was slouched in a chair constructed from the interweaving stems of several enormous sunflowers. She seemed only half-awake, lazily munching on handfuls of roasted seeds and nuts while staring straight ahead at nothing. Maybe she was in some sort of trance, or she was simply feeling gloomy. When Wu announced Tabitha's presence, Gaea su
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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