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Crsd: ch.3 I fell down on the muddy ground, as my lungs pleaded for air. My legs were tired and I knew that they would carry me no further. I could hardly move, as my body was sore, but I managed to lie in a comfortable position as I prepared myself for sleep. I was getting hungry, and thought that I should get something to eat before I rested, but I didn't have much of a choice, and before long I slipped into a world of dreams.
~The sun could not be seen, and all was dark, yet still somehow visible in the stormy night. Nearly a dozen wolves surround one young wolf pup as they closed in around him, ready to attack. Then, nearly to quick to see, he striked each wolf, one by one, breaking their skulls with a swipe of his claw and shattering several bones with each bite. Blood flowed like a stream as it was carried away by the rain and off to an unforeseen distance. The bodies lay still, all but the wolf pup's, as he walked to the nearest c
Es, Ch. 21: A little bit of caringA blurred voice called out, "Soria, wake up. Can you hear me?"
Eight months have passed since Soria fell into her coma. Ember checked in on her regularly or at least, she used to. Time had just faded away almost all hope that she had for her.
A lot had changed in Ember's life during those eight months. Ember and Flame became mates, after finally realizing that they were each other's one and only true love, and Ember gave up on her job search, seeing as Flame could easily support the two of them. It was the first of those that Ember was thinking about as she lied in her bed with Flame, who was still sleeping. She recalled it perfectly, the story of how, a month ago, Flame and her became mates; however, her mind also wandered to what else happened that day.
Ember was walking to the cabin where Soria was still being taken care of; Soliace was caring for her even after all this time, in her own
-MLP- Upon a Once Lonely Night Through the dark of the room a candle was flickering, as magic suspended it above an open book. A dark purple hoof shut the book closed and left it there upon her bed. The title read, "Once Upon a Lonely Night".
The unicorn let out a sigh as she got up and left her house, extinguishing the flame and leaving the candle behind as she crept into the star-litten night. What a beautiful night it was... but it wasn't the night which was consuming Twilight's thoughts. No, only one thing would trouble her like this.
She walked silently across the stone path, which led from her library-home, across a bridge and into the rest of ponyville. But she didn't travel all the way to town; merely stopped upon the bridge and sat down to watch the river flow beneath her hooves and reflect the moon's glow. She often came here when she felt like this, and tonight was no different. She was consumed by her loneliness.
Es, Ch. 20: Without Peace She reached home; still happy to share Flame's house; and searched for Flame. She couldn't find him anywhere so she went to his door and knocked No response. Opening the door, she found him asleep on his grand bed, completely at peace. She was uncertain whether to wake him or not. After all, he had no sleep last night, but she figured that he should know immediately. So, reluctantly, she woke him.
Flame wasn't angry; he was tired, but not angry; and he listened closely as Ember explained the fight that occurred between her and Soria and where she was at now.
Flame got out of his bed and Ember led the way back to the cabins where she left Soria. During the walk the rain stopped, as to be expected from the length of the journey, and Flame yawned while Ember's stomach growled; she still hadn't eaten anything.
As they reached the two cabins Ember found Blue off the roof and not in sight, with th
Es, Ch.18: Rekindle a Flame She looked around her new room, with her positions in place, and was satisfied with the way it looked. It was a medium sized room, with a large bed. Crimson curtains hung to the sides of a window with a beautiful view. A large mirror lay on an armoire across from the bed, which reflected back the marvelous room with all its elegant furnishings.
It was hard for her to believe that this would be her room; she had never lived in such riches before. Finally, after having a good look around, she left the room and traveled back downstairs to meet Flame again.
"Hey, done now?" Flame asked Ember, as she came down into the living room.
"Yeah, I finished moving everything. It's a really nice room, I love it!"
"Well, glad you like it, but it's really nothing much. You should see my room," Flame said, getting up from his chair and w
Es, Ch. 17: After the Flowers Sunlight hit Ember's eyes and she awoke. She sat up, not remembering what happened yesterday until she got a shot of pain across her body. She fell back down as she remembered yesterday's events. 'Curse those fiendish apes,' Ember thought, surprised she thought that aggressively. She also remembered about being fired, and was sad, despite being freed from her jerk of a boss. She figured she should look for a new job today, but as she tried to get up again, another wave of pain struck her. She quickly changed her mind and fell back asleep to let her wounds continue to heal.
Over the next few days she searched all around town for a job that would pay her good enough. After awhile she even came to Soria to help her, who swiftly denied her too. She found many jobs that would actually hire her, but all gave a significantly low pay. After searching the entire city, she finally settled on a job as a smelter.
It gave low pay, me
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Mike was cleaning the camera lens for the fourth time that evening when Mr. Prez walked in red faced.
“Still no answer?” Mike asked.
Mr. Prez clenched his phone with rage. “Still no answer.” He said pinching his nose. He looked around the room. All the equipment was set up; the lights, the camera, the props. Everything was in place for the photo shoot except the thing they were shooting.
“I can't believe she did this again. How does she expect to make to make it in this industry if she is always late or a no show?” Mr. Prez said with his head pointed toward the ceiling.
“Maybe she just got caught up? Mike said putting the camera down.
“Oh please I'm tired of her excuses, it's always something.” Mr. Prez looked down at his watch. “Oh we're running out of time and I need these pictures for the spread next week. I can't have another late entry, the outlet will never forgive me.”
Mr. Prez started pacing back and forth.
Words In The Rain
Donnie watched Mikey silently pulled on his rain boots and coat; while Donnie did the same. Everyone else had long since fallen asleep but not him and Mikey. They’d both lain awake in their bed, occasionally poking the other to make sure they were still awake. Only when the gentle sounds of their father’s snores reached their ears did they know they were safe to move. Slowly they’d gotten out of bed before silently pulling on their boots and coats while doing their best not to wake their brother’s or father. In front of him Donnie watched as Mikey struggled to do up the buttons in his coat. Giggling slightly Donnie pushed his little brother’s fingers out of the way and did the buttons for him; snapping them into place before buttoning up his own jackets before grinning at Mikey.
Mikey grinned back at him and nodded “yeah!”
A second later the 6 year old turtle clasped his hands over his mouth, his eyes going wide in fear tha
yandere!Bertholdt x reader: Devil's spoke INTRO
By now, someone should have rousted you from bed and thrown you into training. The scratching of your nails on the mattress brought you out of your slumber. Softly groaning, you forced your eyes open and rubbed your face, everything around you still quiet. Your fingers tapped the headboard that sat against the wall, and your eyes scanned every detail of the bunk above you as your mind tried to wake up enough to consider leaving your sheets. The absolute silence reminded you that no one else could be awake. There were snores, peaceful sighs and tossing and turning. You almost missed the sound of heavy boots stomping down the hall at night, your father never practicing the art of not shaking the house as he walked. A rather obnoxious sound, really, but a sound at least.
At last there was a noise other than yourself. You heard the bed springs above you creak and you looked over to meet blue eyes. Annie, the girl that slept above you, was leaning over the side of her mattress; her upside d
Roana Hood: An alerntive Robin Hood Chapter 1It started with a stormy night. The rain lashed relentlessly against the windows while lightning shock the ground and thunder filled the air. In a little house on the outskirts of the village, close to the forest, were 2 young children huddled in the corner near the fireplace to hide from the frightening monsters that haunted the air and threatened to steal them from their kind old grandmother, who was sitting in her rocking chair, smiling at her grandchildren's fear of the natural weather.
"Come on children, the thunder and lightning will not harm you. It is merely God moving his furniture around." the grandmother told her children, trying to take their minds off of the frequent storms that had hit their homeland for the past few weeks. "Well he's been changing his mind a lot them hasn't he?" said the older one, a boy called Simon, retorted. His younger sister, called Emily, giggled at his joke while their grandmother laughed along. She smiled at him and laughed again when his frown w
words while sick
Mikey watched as in front of him Donnie coughed for a moment before letting out a gentle wheeze. “sorry……can't play……today.”
Mikey shook his head, “Downy be better.”
As he spoke he leaned over making sure the small blanket that was draped over his older brother covered as much of him as it could. Under the blankets Donnie smiled weakly. “I’ll…..be ok…… need rest.”
Behind him Mikey felt Leo and Raph shift, “we leave you now Donnie. Get better.”
Donnie nodded and closed his eyes, doing his best to draw in deep breaths but only succeeding in making himself cough more.
Mike felt his brother’s touch his shoulder, trying to get him to follow them out of the room. But he ignored them, shrugging off their touches as he moved in closer to Donnie. “help?”
Donnie opened an eye and looked at him. “m…Mikey?”
Mikey nodded, “how help?”
Donnie smiled wea
Words In A Drawing
Splinter smiled to himself as he looked over his sons. Raphael and Leonardo were lying on their stomachs while they colored, occasionally shifting to pick up a different crayon from the small pile they had. Donatello use using a chair as a make-shift table while at his feet Michelangelo was using a small box as a table. Splinter sighed and closed his eyes, returning to his meditations. He’d learned long ago that if he wanted peace and quiet he had to distract his sons. And nothing did this better then coloring, not only did it distract his sons but it also provided him with the oddly soothing ‘whoosh’ sounds the crayons made as they passed over the paper. A small noise made splinter’s ears flick towards his sons. “Mikey?”
He opened his eyes, watching as his youngest son pointed to his new headband before pointing to Raph, all the while gently tugging on Donatello’s hand. Donatello looked at him for a moment trying to understand what his little
The Lives We Lead (CHAPTER 7)HEY FOLKS, YOU SHOULD MAKE YOURSELVES REALLY COMFY FOR THIS CHAPTER; IT’S THE LONGEST CHAPTER IN THE WHOLE STORY.(8,215 words)
HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY IT.
Breakfast was an odd affair. All around them patrons of the diner eat and chatting; seemingly without a care in the world. In front of him Mikey watched as Leo stirred his oatmeal absentmindedly. He’d been doing that for several minutes now, pushing the slushy grains around without actually eating any of them. Mikey himself had practically inhaled the waffle, eggs, and hashbrowns that he had ordered. Now he sat watching as Leo continued to stir his food, a look of reserved fear flickering across his face. “Leo…..” Mikey kept his voice soft so as not to startle Leo; but also so as not to let anyone else here him. Leo looked up at him, his eyes that of someone who was scared and confused. “I’m……..I’m not hungry.” Leo pushed the bowl away
The Gatherer of TwigsThe flames don’t burn. They itch... as week old tattoos often do. A wildfire of orange and gold crawls from my ankle to my knee, my left leg engulfed forever. I’ve been branded by a demon, its soul sinking into my skin like enchanted ink.
This happens every time, I carry one mark for each soul I have reaped. My right forearm bears a feather from a Phoenix, there is a lone wing in blinding white that takes up half my back from the only Angel I've ever taken. Vibrant cerulean and jade scales swirl around my neck like a collar- those appeared after a pair of Selkies. A tangle of hissing snakes wrap around my left thigh thanks to a nasty, ancient Gorgon. I also have waves on my ass cheeks from a snarky Leviathan and a zombie Chihuahua dressed in pink on my left bicep from an even snarkier Hellhound.
I am a reaper, guiding the souls of only supernatural beings to the afterlife. I am not Death. I do not wear a hooded cloak or carry a scythe. Death is a cranky bastard and ri
The Lives We Lead (CHAPTER 7.5)CHAPTER 7.5
Slowly Donnie woke, blinking as he slowly sat up. looking across the room he bit his lip. Raphael had shifted, he no longer lay under the covers and blankets but instead sat sitting on top of them. he’d pulled on his underwear and pants with his shirt slung over his shoulder, while he held his head in his hands. As Donnie watched Raph's sides shook slightly. “R….raph?” Donnie’s voice made Raph flinch slightly, yet still the red turtle turned a little to look at him with one eye. “oh……sorry…….I…….I didn’t mean to……….wake you.” Sitting up a little more Donnie made sure to keep the blankets around his chest and neck; there was no need to remind Raph of what had happened the night before. “raph……..are you…….ok?” he watched as Raph took another breath his sides shaking. “I………I……….” h
Es, Ch.14: Thorns of a Rose She walked into the store, knowing Rose would yell at her, as she always did. Rosaline, called Rose by Ember, always had a temper towards everyone. She was proud and calmed by her work, but was always annoyed by others. Today was no different. Rose came in from the back of the shop with a basket of Daisies, and saw Ember in the front of the counter, doing nothing in particular.
"I don't pay you to stand around, or be late." Rose said, setting the flowers into a vase on a shelf.
"I'm sorry Rose, I just..." Ember started, in response.
"I don't care what your excuse was, just stand at the counter and await customers until I'm done."
'I thought I wasn't paid for standing around.' Ember thought, moving to the other side of the counter with a sigh. There wasn't much to complain about though. After all, she was late, and the job pays well for someone so inexperienced. She sh
A Turning Point in the Clockwork WarA war of attrition
depends on supply and drawdown,
how much you have and how much you use up.
With personnel, the balance concerns
the influx of recruitment versus
the outflow of casualties, deserters, invalids.
There is only so much loss
that a fighting force can sustain
and still fight.
Pilot Claude Archer was the first
to challenge his invalid discharge.
"I don't need legs to fly," he said,
patting the healed stumps of his thighs.
"My Osprey runs on elbow grease."
The members of the discharge board
paused and looked at each other.
What he said was true.
The Osprey-class fighter jets
relied on hand controls,
and a sharp eye and iron nerve.
Fingers flicked through the stack
of discharge papers -- so many, many pages.
So many soldiers lost, never to fight again.
They could not afford to let slip even one
who might be retained, somehow,
to face the front line once more.
Far less could the war effort spare
one of its best pilots.
So they put Pilot Archer back on the roster,
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