A Place Called Home - Game of ThronesThe Iron Islands were cold and windy, but Winterfell was even colder. No wonder that no one offered a warm welcome to him, especially not Lady Stark who didn't like the idea of letting the Ironborn child under her roof to grow up together with her own children, as if keeping the bastard boy near them wasn't enough already.A Place Called Home - Game of ThronesMoments ago in General Fiction More Like This
Nevertheless, Theon was there to stay and she couldn't do much about it. He was given the chambers intended for the youngest Stark – Bran, who was only a baby crying for his mother's milk and didn't need the chambers of his own just yet.
Inside the castle it was surprisingly warm and Theon would have gladly stayed hidden inside his new chambers forever. Lord Stark, however, made sure to keep him busy with as many lessons as possible. Horse riding, art of combat, history of great houses – every single day was filled with the laborious process of education until the sun went down allowing to learn no more. That was why Theon liked the night time the most.
Fire and LightI dreamed of someone that would understand my fury.....Fire and LightMoments ago in Free Verse More Like This
and that I thought I was like fire......
Though my small flame was stuck in darkness.....
I only wanted a small flicker....
Just one....that will help me leave that darkness.....
My small flicker of light came....
But it betrayed my wish many times.....
He kept sending me back.....
I questioned everything about this light.....
Did he really want to help me?
Is he acting like a demon or an angel?
What are his motives?
Why does he want to help this hopeless flame?
I may never even know......
He isn't any light....
He just another wondering trickle of darkness....
Wanting to take my fire down into the depths...
of a bloody ocean of despair and hate.....
The only thing I know is that........
He left me......
He will not come back.........
He loves someone else
Hopedo I trust my hope in the god who created meHopeMoments ago in Free Verse More Like This
so aptly named the human offence
I separate the bread and wine from the vale
a light that always shined in the grey bound zone
twisting my way through this valley of real hope
so named because it agreed to exist
not by god or his tangle of vines
he helped me, yet not through upper class of slopes
for there were further signs that the grey zone was bound
to nature nothing all divine and clear
all of beasts and their reality
crushing preys in merciless claws
is that my hope, standing there on that hill
a tiger, or a lioness so proud
vividly and messed
problems date back to the future
and hope is carried on in rain
preceding my imagination was a person who shaped the universe
his wings so white and pale I couldn’t see its light at all
his pretending, was to real ascending
leading people to their hopes
hope is carried on in rain, crucifying
hope is carried on in figures, in slopes
of the upper class in vain
hope is hope, nothing mo
Up and Down: Chapter 2 When the bus gets here, I board and take the usual seat that I’ve been sitting in for the last 4 years. Far back right corner. Everyone knows that’s my seat, and no one dares to sit next to me. It’s in the unwritten rules of bus 24. The back row has always kind of been my thing.Up and Down: Chapter 2Moments ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After settling in, I put in my earbuds and pull out my sketch book. I’m constantly drawing, or I at least try to. As I said before, the medications dull my creativity a bit, which I hate with a burning passion. I mainly draw logos, animals, people and random geometric shapes. For some reason, drawing these things make me insanely happy. Wait… I probably shouldn’t be using that term… Oh well.
After I start getting into the flow of things, the bus gets to another stop. As the doors open, I notice this guy who’s tall (taller than me, and I