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Teary Eyes and Long Goodbyes - Short Story
"Why are you crying?" he asked her, his voice gentle and full of concern.
She lifted her tear filled eyes. "Well, if you must know," she said quietly, her pitch wild and her voice shaky. "It is because you meant more to me than I did to you." She swallowed slowly and lowered her eyes again, readying herself "Although it was brief," she continued. "I cherished what I thought was your friendship. But then you told me that friendship cannot not exist between a man and a woman, and in as much as we were never lovers I must then conclude..." her voice trailed off as the pools in her eyes overflowed onto her cheeks. "... Then... I must conclude that while I cherished you as a friend, that you only ever saw me as a stranger—or at least... a person as forgettable and inconsequential as a leaf that caught the breeze going past your shoulder in some season of your life."
He was still for some moments. "Miss Rosa—"
"It feels unfair," she said
Surprised Yet? Volke x Reader (Oneshot)
Sitting on the edge of an old, badly worn couch, looking over your haul for the day, you heard the sound of Volke entering tiny home. He didn't call out to you like he usually did when he returned, actually, he was hardly making a sound at all. Placing your sack of plundered goods on the ground, you listened closely. You knew just by those slow, deliberate footsteps that he was trying to sneak up on you. It wasn't going to work though. Not this time. This time, it would be you that did the sneaking, and the scaring. Hurrying from your seated position, you scurried out of the room just in time for Volke to enter it. So long as he didn't simply pass through the room on his way to the next, you should be completely out of his line of sight.
As soon as he stepped through the doorway, Volke glanced around the room in search of you. The only trace of you even being home was the sack of items you had left behind. Obviously suspicious, he looked behind a few pieces
It's not where you are in the dream; it's where you fell asleep.
Uncovered - Part One: The Change - S2 FINN
LEAVES RUSTLED ON A plant that made it's home in a crack in a street. A foot crunched onto the plant. It was squished like it was nothing.
Finn and his best friend, Danny walked down an abandoned street. The pavement was cracked open from the weather. He noticed the plants between the cracks in streets.
Buildings were covered with vines and shrubbery. He tried to envision the buildings around the street before the plants took control of the land. He remembered seeing pictures on a screen in his kitchen, of a place where buildings of glass reached up to the sky. He wondered what happened to those places.
A leaf drifted down the street. The rustling sound of tree leaves filled the streets. Finn kept his eyes down the street. He kept one of his hands on the strap of his backpack. He was worried that Danny and he were not alone.
Danny kept on walking down the street. She walked over the root of a tree that planted
Connor Thorn, Messiah (TM): Chapter 11-1
Connor Thorn, Messiah (™): Chapter 11 (Part 1)
Connor Thorn found that the interior of the passageway was dimly, yet consistently, illuminated with the same darkish-blue-colored lighting first glimpsed upon the "face" its door had externally displayed, which lit the way here just enough so that Thorn could see a few steps' worth up-ahead, or rather down-ahead as it were, as he steadily made his descent. Each step was unusually tall and narrow, making this quite a precarious staircase indeed, but Thorn was nonetheless ultimately able to traverse it without encountering much more trouble than would be entailed by a more regular series of steps, managing to establish a "rhythm" of making his way down it step-by-step and even correctly counting the total number of stairs within his head.
"…And one-hundred-seventy-three!" Connor half-deliberately muttered out loud as he finally reached the bottom. His voice then echoed across the lengthy, empty hallway that now sto
No Stranger To Ruining Lives
Jackson Illerioum IIX had never once imagined he’d have to worry about money. In all fairness, that was a justifiable belief; he’d lived in the Sacred City, thousands of feet above the crumbling streets below, and for all his life had never wanted a thing. For 10 years, he’d planned on inheriting the Family Trade. For 10 years, he’d worked for his father from within the shadows, tugging strings from behind a screen. Billions of dollars and at least as many bytes had passed between his hands – as far as he was concerned, he’d built the Illerioum empire, transforming it in the space of a decade from an unknown collection of entrepreneurs to a household name in energy distribution. He could imagine nothing… nothing worse than being banished from the Sacred City on the night of his 21st birthday, the evening of his greatest triumph: the night when he should have finally come to inherit the empire he’d worked so hard to build.
Engeltod XIV - Zweifel
Dark stand schweigsam im gekachelten Raum. Vor ihm stand das Gitter, in dem der Dämon gefangen war und welches ihn von seiner Seele fernhielt. Immer wenn Dark schlief, war er hier. Warum? Durch seine Besuche war ihn einiges aufgefallen. Der Raum zerfiel langsam. Aus dem Boden lösten sich immer wieder kleine Splitter, die dann in der Luft schwebten und sich nach einiger Zeit auflösten. Warum? Der Raum wurde mit jedem Tag dunkler. Warum? Baals Augen brannten sich in seine Seele. Dark spürte, was der Dämon fühlte. Wut, Hass, Mordlust. Die Emotionen waren sehr stark und drohten ihn zu erdrücken- ihn anzustecken. Baal wollte frei sein, aber das wollte Dark auch. Manchmal wünschte er sich, frei zu sein. Frei zu sein, von der Last seiner Reisen und Erinnerungen. Aber das war bloßes Wunschdenken. Nie würde er frei sein. Er war bis in alle Ewigkeiten verdammt.
„Denn wir sind die Kraft. Wir sind die Macht. Der Anfang vom Ende. Der Weg und d
Elements of Change
I touch the soil with my palms and fingertips, roll it between my hands, draw its essence into my nose. Earthen scents of decay and bone whisper promises in a language few understand. The year will be fertile – soil speaks openly to those who stop and listen. I draw its strength into me, the firm foundation upon which I build my house, my farm, my family. This is what I have always done. This is what I will always do.
Fire and shrieks rip through the harvest; I cannot tell the screams of my horses from those of my children. I run desperately, thoughts swirling as I crest the hill. Glass shatters as the screaming stops, and something inside me twists as I watch my house collapse. I fall to my knees; there is chanting in the distance, and the sound of drums. I swore to take no side. I did not realize this would turn them both against me.
The rain falls across my face, dripping ash into my eyes. I do not blink. I do not cry. There is only disbelief, and a sort of hollowness where on
Put it on repeat
There are few songs that fill me to overflowing.
Fill me up and break out of me in tears filled with too much.
Songs that fill me from my toes to my head.
Make me mute and deaf as I feel the songs in my chest.
Intense, intimate, so much for so little a time.
Repeat. Put it on repeat and drown in the sound.
Remember the moments it played, see the picture, feel the words shaking my bones.
Watch the story play out in a dream, each step a beat, a breath a note.
The song fills me.
Laughing, crying, feeling the heat of things no one can see but me.
The song has to stay on repeat until I can’t take it anymore.
Too much, too intense, too intimate, too close.
Let me breathe.
Not This Time. Uno x Reader
You hadn't even turned to corner to go down the hall and you could already hear Uno calling to you. You weren't sure how he knew it would be you patrolling his block today, unless someone had given him a schedule. This was possible of course, but not exactly likely. Regardless of how he knew, there was no way for you to simply sneak past his cell. Even now, you could see his hands wrapped around the thick bars, meaning he must be waiting for you. Taking a deep breath in, you tried to prepare yourself for whatever he threw at you. Now standing directly in front of his cell, you turned to face him. “Yes Uno.”
“Hey there sweet thing.” Instantly smiling a warm, flirtatious smile, Uno greeted you with a wink. “How about you and I go on a little walk to see doctor Otogi, huh?”
At first, you were going to outright deny his suggestion. Just before you did this, however, you realized where he was asking to go. “The doctor?
Hetalia Italy Tribute
Here's a short review on the two Italy brothers. ^-^
- Veneziano means “from Venice”. He represents north Italy.
- Feliciano Vargas is his human name. Feliciano is the name of a Saint apparently (???) It’s derived from the Roman name “Felix”.
- Romano means “Roman”. He represents south Italy. There are a number of theories that say that Romano is closer to Grandpa Rome than Italy is. His name might confirm that theory.
- Lovino Vargas is his human name. Lovino means “to ruin”.
… Well done, Himaruya-san. Well done.
To me this comic represents really well the Italian brothers. At first glance Lovino seems like the tough one and Feliciano the cute airhead, but in reality Feliciano is actually just as strong, if not stronger. This idea is brought by Himaruya himself; in one of the episodes Turkey tells Germany that Italy beat him and Germany is super shocked.
Once Upon A Time FanFic: The Magic Within Ch. 47
The second the sun peaks from the horizon, it’s like every bird that resided in the Forbidden Jungle rose with it as their internal clocks alarms them to wake at the crack of dawn. To follow their tradition, each and every bird decided to chirp their favorite tune, setting it as a natural alarm for every other creature in the jungle. For some, it was a sweet melody. As for others… let's just say that a few animals were concerned that they were screaming their final death call; that or they wish they could kill the birds themselves for simply not letting them sleep with their annoying squawking.
Unfortunately, the gorilla troop was those that were awoken by the birds' disturbing calls. The troop surely weren't going to sleep in. Eventually, one by one, with Kerchak (obviously) being the first to awaken, each of the troop members rose from their slumber and almost all of the gor
Talk it Out. Pain x Reader (Oneshot)
“Look who finally decided to wake up.” The moment you walked past the threshold, Pain started to speak. Though his eyes were still locked on what appeared to be a large map of one of the neighboring lands, you knew he had to be talking to you. “I thought you were going to spend the entire day in bed.”
Still standing in the doorway, his words caused you to pause. “What are you talking about?” You knew he was trying to tease you, but he couldn't honestly think that you had spent all day sleeping, could he? Though the thought might have sounded nice, there was simply too much to do to even entertain an idea like that. Not only that, but if you were going to lay around all day, why would you even to bother to get up now? The sun had set hours ago and you were sure some of the other members had already retired for the night. “I've been awake since sun up.”
“Oh?” Obviously suspicious, Pain cocked his brow, but s
Mature content2047 A.D. Heavens Fall [EN-001] Remastered ShaneTheWolf 3 0
Engeltod XIII - Vergangenheit
Die hellen Strahlen der Sonne schienen Vanessa direkt ins Gesicht. Sie blinzelte mehrmals verwirrt. Mit Neugier und Erstaunen betrachtete sie den Sonnenaufgang. Doch genauso schnell wie ihre Faszination geweckt worden war, erlosch sie schon wieder. „Wie langweilig“, meinte sie. Ihr verstorbener Vater hatte ihr immer von der Sonne geschwärmt. Früher hatte sie diese Besessenheit vom Tag nicht verstanden und heute tat sie es erst recht nicht. Sie stand auf und reckte sich. Meister Azrael hatte ihr zwar etwas von seiner Macht gegeben, aber sie fühlte sich nicht verändert. Sie fühlte sich wie sonst auch. Aber etwas war anders, sonst würde sie den kommenden Tag als Häuflein Asche miterleben. Hätte sie einen Spiegel gehabt, hätte sie gesehen, dass ihre Haare sich schwarz verfärbt hatten und wie wilde Flammen tobten. Ihre Zähne waren die eines Haifisches. Ihre blutroten Augen besaßen geschlitzte Pupillen. Ihre Fingern
Even the archmage didn’t see him until he had already appeared, so potent was their rival’s magic. When the fell mage stepped out from within a solid stone wall, Precidil could feel the magic flare up from behind her, Lionel’s surprise as evident to her as daylight.
“What on earth…” he breathed. To his credit, he composed himself in an instant. "Precidil… stand away.”
The archmage’s expression hardened; with a sweep of his arm, he cast his cloak aside and strode forwards, brushing past the Heiress Draconiae and taking a traditional battlemage’s stance.
“You’ll go no further, worms,” the rival mage hissed. “Malketiem’s horse is saddled and his feet are swift. Fight me if you dare – he’ll be gone long before you’ve a chance to even see his cloak in the wind.”
The dark mage’s body lit with a hundred runes, all a pale, sickly shade of red. Corrupted crimson magic billowed
Uncovered - Part One: The Change - S1 ELI
SIRENS ECHOED THROUGH the city. Sixteen-year-old Eli raced down the street towards a building. He climbed up the stone staircase towards the glass doors. The doors slid open as Eli rushed towards them. He had to reach the bottom floor in time. He was the last one.
Eli clenched his fingers around a small transparent screen in the palm of his hand. A message was opened on the screen. Eli had no time to close the message. He heard a computerized voice repeat the message in his ears, "It happened."
He raced through the building, passing statues of familiar faces. He knew almost every one of their names. He had no time to spare.
Eli raced towards a door in the back of the room. He held the screen in his hand up to a scanner next to the door. His heart pound in his chest. He heard the sirens growing louder outside the building. They were getting closer.
The door at the back of the building opened. Eli ran through the
It's a Setup! Mitsuru x Reader
“Well well, what do we have here? If it isn't my blushing little friend.” Having spotted you walking down the long empty corridor, unescorted, Mitsuru called out to you. On the opposite end of the hall, his question echoed through the empty space before finally reaching your ears. “What are you doing out here all alone?”
As soon as you had heard that loud, sing-songy voice, you knew who it belonged to. Honestly, you would have rather run into anyone else. Even the Warden herself would have been a better option. Why did it have to be him of all people? Without even turning around to face him, you gave your reason for not being in your cell. “I was running an errand for Shiro.” Sensing that Mitsuru was now walking much closer to you than he had been a second ago, your body went tense. “I have permission to be out right now. Seitarou gave it to me, so you can talk to him if you have a problem.”
Bonobos, an endangered species - spread awareness
I found this video recently:
It really saddens me and makes me angry that people kill them for fun.
Bonobos are the only apes that don't kill.
That's really sad that a supposedly superior being (= us) kills for nothing, but they don't...
Otherworld Legacy - Nightfall - Prologue
Earth. Such a tremendous place. So much darkness across its greatest depths and so much light among its dreadful heights. It was first filled with speechless creatures. Afterwards with logical and intelligent species. Humans. ...But what was before them? What was after the voiceless animals? What did the ancestors see and, thus, the folklore was born? What terrified them? What did amaze them so much that forced the myths and legends to spread across the seven seas? Why do they all sound so much alike?
Each and every single person was told that humans are the only logical beings to have ever existed on earth. ...Some believed it. Some did not. Either way, no one really knows what lurks within the endless depths and heights. But still, those who believed were labeled as "lunatics". ...The truth is...that not everything is for every eye. Some things must remain hidden. Untold. Like an instinct of survival and self-preservation. Like
For Convenience's Sake
The city was at its most dangerous when it rained. It wasn’t a regular occurrence, to be sure; the wind farms out beyond the eastern boundaries were often sufficient to blow entire storm systems away. That being said, when it rained in the Glowing City, the world below became as much a hell as the hyper class made it out to be. For the lowers, the thick, heavy droplets brought rain that burned the eyes, bleached the color from street signs, and brought forth a choking mist from the gutters as it washed the grime of a month’s pollution into the chemicals beneath the city. With it came the anger – the unrest. It was like a full moon, back when the stars still came out at night, the restlessness, the frustration, the fury that settled old scores long after the matter had been resolved. Shawen pulled his plastic coat tighter over hazelnut-colored skin and sprinted through the streets, hoping against hope that he’d make it to the project with his life still in his ha
The Jamblibam Incident: Chapter 1
The Jamblibam Incident:
Throughout the long (or not-so-long, depending on whose perspective one is speaking from) history of the mysterious (or not-so-mysterious, depending on… well, you should get the idea) realm known as the Nava-Verse, many legendary events of tremendous conflict and epic adventure have transpired, including the rise and fall, then rise again, then fall again, of the Anyugari Empire, the Vision Wars and the (mis)adventures of the human messiah Connor Thorn who arrived in the midst thereof, the many heroic endeavors of the Eggmen Super Team, the ancient and often-romanticized Monolith War fought against the forces of the mighty Wrath demon Bartinez the Terrible, and so many other sagas of interest, supposedly all of them historically-recorded in comprehensive detail thanks to ongoing, divinity-ordained efforts headed by the immortal being known as the Custodian.
The tale about to be told here, however, does not come from the Custodian's
Engeltod XII - Spielschulden
Das Dorf stand in Flammen. Er hatte sich immer vom Feuer faszinieren lassen, bloß dieses Mal nicht. Voller Entsetzen sah er, wie die Silhouette seiner Mutter im Feuer umkam. Etwas warmes und feuchtes rann seine Wange hinunter. Waren das Tränen? Weinte er? Wenn ja, war es das erste Mal. Aber so schnell wie die Tränen gekommen waren Versikten sie wieder. Hasserfüllt blickte er auf die Dämonen hinab. Wie sie voller Freude schrien und brüllten, es machte ihn krank. Und ihr Anführer. Eine Gestalt mit einer riesigen Axt, die sie mit der Leichtigkeit eines Astes schwang. Eines Tages würde er stärker sein als sie und sie töten, wie jeden anderen Dämonen auch.
Vergil wachte aus dem unruhigen Schlaf auf. Seine Augen blieben aber geschlossen. Der Wagen in dem er sich befand ruckelte immer wieder leicht. Aus dem Radio sang irgend so ein Penner: „Living easy, living free. Season ticket on a one-way ride. Asking nothing, leave me be
Speechless. Hope x Reader
“You're seriously not going to tell me where we're going?” Tugging at Hope like a child, you started to whine. The two of you had been walking for about fifteen minutes now, and you still had no idea here he was taking you. No matter how much you begged, he simply wouldn't give you any information at all. Anyone else would have probably given up and just waited patiently, but the suspense was too much for you to take. You would beg until the very end if you had to. “Can't you just give me a hint or something?”
Due to how long you'd been begging, Hope had all but tuned out your whining. “I'm seriously not going to tell you, and no hints either.”
“But what if I'm under dressed, or overdressed?” Actually a bit worried about this, you suddenly became focused on your clothes. You hadn't even thought about what you threw on when you'd left your home. Your clothes matched, and suited you well, but they certainly weren