RWBY- Let GoRWBY- Let Go (A Test)RWBY- Let Go1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Something different. Please be sure to provide me feedback as to which you prefer. If this is well received, I shall add it to the Pollination series. If not, it shall stand on its own. I personally want to save all the angst, sad, and grief for the miniseries "Seventeen Years".
Anyways, this was just a test. I can say for certain that I don't want to do this again, unless you people just REALLY love it for some reason.
As the sun sets, we continue to march. Ruby leads us in silence, massive red ursa skin cloaked over her shoulders. I remember when she first discarded her original cloak for the skin. It was originally black. Alas, that was many years ago, and that cloak reminds me of what was once a paradise every single time I lay eyes on it.
Looking back, I sigh. Blake and Yang march behind me, faces stoic with discontent. I know with all my heart that it is not from such a steep hill that we are currently traversing. Instead, it is from the many griefs and turm
World War Three Begins Today“The American Government has declared war on its own people”World War Three Begins Today2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Those words were plastered over every headline of every news station in every country. The United States was at war with itself.
The presidential election was a rough one. The winner won by only a few votes, and the speech he made at his inauguration was a frightening one. He said that the corruption all across the country was going to kill us if we didn't do something about it. That the corporations were controlling the government. That the government needed to be stopped. That the people were powerless.
His speech left the public either confused or angry. Each member of the crowd made a decision; to riot or to run. Those that rioted did not end up very well. Some died, more were hospitalized, and all of the others were arrested. The end result was disastrous. A few months go by with little to no news about the white house or new president. Nothing changes, no new laws are discussed, no old laws are reviewed, no
The Choice for her lifeOnce long ago there was a man and his wife, they lived happily together and had many children, But this man could not feed and cloth all of his children even though he worked day and night. So one day the man walked down a dusty road towards the town he lived near to see if the priest would take his newly born baby girl. The wife had told him “I know you love her but we do not have enough to go around, go to town my husband and give our girl to the priest.” So the man walked with his baby girl, she had dark green eyes and brown curly hair which has just began to grow. as the man walked he came up to a woman. The man said “Who are you?” the woman said “I see that you are taking your child to town, why is that?” the man replied, “I am going to give her to the priest and she will live a good life.” the woman replied, “If you want to find a better home for you girl you should go to the old oak tree in the middle of town and find her a gThe Choice for her life1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Abuse: Another Story Georgie Porgie, Puddin' and Pie,Abuse: Another Story4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
He looked the same as every other person on the street. He did not have a scruffy, dangerous look. He did not contain an aura of evil or darkness. The conformity of him never would have attracted a second look. He hid in plain sight. He gained trust of everyone. No one suspected. No ever did. Especially not him. How could he be? He could be trusted.
Kissed the girls and made them cry,
It always happened in the fringe. Always when no one looked. Always when none would suspect. They came to trust him as all do. He had the patience that spanned months, years even. Countless he took and used. Countless he touched and bruised. Not a word they spoke for the shame and fear crushed them. His ever present shadow terrified them. Even if they dared worked up the courage, his silent threats kept them toeing the invisible line.
A Different Kind of EssayДваесет и втори мај. На мојата домашна адреса пристигнува писмо, кое очигледно пропатувало доста. Го погледнувам и забележувам дека ја нема адресата на испраќачот. НаA Different Kind of Essay22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Conversation with a Square and a CircleA Conversation About the Weather with a Square and a Circle.A Conversation with a Square and a Circle2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
For the best reading experience we suggest imagining the conversation in British accents.
“Good morning Mr. Circle.”
“Good morning Mr Square.”
“The weather is nice don't you think Mr. Square?”
“No, it's absolutely dreadful.”
“Well I guess it's all a mater of perspective Mr. Square.”
“ What is the point of Perspective when you have consensus Mr Circle?”
“Simple Mr. Square. Perspective is a matter of Free Will.”
*scoff* “You of all people should know, Mr. Circle, that Free Will is a sham.”
“What do you mean Mr. Square? Are you saying that Free Will doesn't exist?”
“Of course not Mr. Circle. However Free Will is a sham.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well Mr. Circle it all boils down to general consensus. When one person agrees to an idea they will spread it. And then the person they spre
Chapter 1- Rebirth (Soul Eater Fanfic)Chapter 1- RebirthChapter 1- Rebirth (Soul Eater Fanfic)1 week ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was 4:00 AM; preciously one hour before sunup. The moon was still out; smiling and yellow, laughing quietly as it ruled over the night, but it was almost ready to sink beyond the horizon. The town of Death City was ever so quiet; for once, peace was among the inhabitants, no evil kishin souls roamed the cobblestone streets, no monsters murdered civilians, and no witches cursed the land.
Everyone was asleep on the weekend morning, sleeping soundly as could be. All of the inhabitants of Death City slept, that is, except for Maka Albarn.
The tall, lithe girl awakened from her peaceful slumber, her large emerald green eyes opening to darkness, her pale skin glimmering in the moonlight. Quilts and blankets were wrapped around her gazelle-like legs and long thin torso like a mummy’s cloths, her willowy arms wrapped tightly around a pink pillow, her heart shaped face pressed tightly against the cotton pillowcase. Her long, blonde hair was sprawled around her face a
1848: AUSTRIA, Part IIIPart III1848: AUSTRIA, Part III1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
With Théodore gone, Roderich noticed the change in his sister. While the Frenchman had explained to him the reasons that he had to return to Paris, he obviously had not clarified specifically why to Brigitta. The Austrian girl was moping around her house, losing her lustre for even the revolutionary activities.
But even that changed. When Ludwig spoke animatedly one night about how he’d stolen an entire basketful of bread from the marketplace and went to the Viennese slums to distribute it to the poor, the fire to help Mother Austria returned to Brigitta’s heart. She knew that all the way in Paris, Théodore was doing the exact same thing for France. That fuelled her. She knew then what she had to do.
The restlessness brewed deep within the city’s veins through the winter and well into the spring. Soon enough, Roderich and Brigitta found themselves not just proclaiming their cause to the Austrian public, but forming, experimenting with and develo
WiedersehenHundemüde ließ ich die Post auf den Tisch und mich selbst auf die Couch fallen. Ich legten einen Arm über die Augen und lehnte mich seufzend zurück.Wiedersehen2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Aus den Augenwinkeln bemerkte ich einen handschriftlich adressierten Brief in dem Poststapel. Neugierig griff ich danach. Mir stockte der Atem als ich las, wer ihn geschrieben hatte. Ungeduldig riss ich den Umschlag auf und las hektisch den Inhalt. Dann schaute ich auf die Wanduhr mir gegenüber. 18.30 Uhr. Der 23. Dezember.
Ich schnappte mir meinen Mantel und meine Tasche und stürzte zur Tür hinaus, immer noch den Brief in der Hand haltend. Ich hatte noch dreißig Minuten und der Weg war nicht weit, trotzdem beeilte ich mich, um mein Ziel zu erreichen. Mein Herz sprang vor Freude und Aufregung. Endlich würde sich mein Wunsch erfüllen. Natürlich würde es einige Zeit dauern, aber ich war mir sicher, dass ich aus den Fehlern der Vergangenheit gelernt hatte. Endlich würde alles