Cynsi Chapter 1Chapter 1
I trudged up the sidewalk to my school, my messenger bag backpack bouncing to the rhythm of my steps.
It was 6:50am, but in early June down here in the Jasik basin it was sweltering. The sun rose around 6:00, and set around 8:30.
I couldnt figure out why anyone could possibly want to live here.
Later that day, I was sitting under my palm tree when I heard a slight ping. Even with my exceptional hearing I couldnt tell what it was.
The next thing I did I would later regret many times, but also sometimes I agreed with my decision. Although Id have to say I mostly regretted it.
But youll figure that out yourself later.
I put my book away and started walking towards where I
Hope | Prologue | Levi x ReaderHope | Prologue | Levi x Reader11 months ago in Romance More Like This
Five years ago, you were once a young girl named _________ living within the walls in peace, in your small home with your loving mother. Before that all changed when the colossal titan appeared and broke into the wall, leading the rest of the other titans to invade in and overtake humanity again.
You have witness the true horror of how cruel the world can be, when you saw your loving mother from a not to far away distance, getting snatched, being ripped apart from limb to limb before being devoured by one of those sick bastards. You should have ran to safety like she told you to. Although you couldn't since it felt as if time went slow when that happened, unable to move your body to start running.
Dropping down to your knees, a wave of agony and fear over came you. Ignoring your surroundings, the people screaming in horror while fleeing for their lives, the blood stained scarred streets. Only to be heard by you was your muffled harsh sobbing into the palms of your hands and pounding fo
Of Angels and Demons[LevixReaderxEren AU] 1Of Angels and Demons[LevixReaderxEren AU] 12 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Pater Noster, qui es in coelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum,
adveniant regnum tuum fiat, voluntas tua in terris sicut in caelis
dabit nobis hodie panem nostrum cotidianum et dimitte nobis debita
debitoribus nostris et ne nos inducas in tentationem sed libera nos a malo
qui'a tuum est Regnum et Potestas et Gloria in Saeculorem.
A demon is a supernatural, often malevolent being prevalent in religion, mythology,literature and occultism. There are three stages in which a demon possess the victim.
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For every Human
There is an Angel
For every Entity
There is a Demon.
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It was a warm summer day. The sun was shining, and not a single cloud could be seen on the sky. The field you were standing on was huge and continued further than eyes can see. You were surrounded by countless sunflowers.
You felt peaceful. You lay down on the ground and closed your eyes. You rested there listening to the sound of wind.
Every now and then you thought you heard a human voice. As if somebody was singing somewhere far away.
You opened your eyes and saw the sun set. You heard the voice again, this time you could distinct a few words:
“…in the shadows I am…”
You got up to sit as the sun descended behind the horizon. The clouds gradually covered the sky.
“I’ve been watching you for a long time…” you heard somebody sing. It was a male voice, now you were certain of it.
It started to snow. Snowflakes fell down as big, cold crystals and landed on your hair.
“Your face in thousands of pictures…”
The words of the dead and dyingThe words of the dead and dying are prophetic, carrying weight far beyond the promises or threats of the living. For a living girl, to say that she would wait forever for her lover to return was a simple thing. A mere promise, even if she meant it with all her heart. The priest sighed, then, as he entered the house of the dying girl. Some fever had struck her, along with a pain in her stomach that would not fade—it could be no babe, unless she had been as blessed as the Virgin Mary, and she had carried this pain for nearly a year now—and now she was ready to leave this world behind.The words of the dead and dying11 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He had been tending to her for most of the previous year, but he had been a frequent visitor for some time before. Her dearest love had left her behind for a war in France across the sea almost ten years before, and though he had written her letters, the girl could not read. The priest could, though in this case he wished he could not. But it was his God
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The pavement acted as your mattress, your blood as your sheet, and your soaked cloak as your blanket. In any other situation, it would be proven uncomfortable, but your condition made you crave it. Death beckoned you to follow his path, shifting away from the horrible and disgusting qualities life possessed. You keep promising yourself that there is good in this horrible world- there's hope that there is something to live for. You struggled all your life to find that reason, but just when you thought you found it, your life is slipping from your grasp.
"[Y/N], [Y/N]!" you heard a little boy painfully call. You turned and saw a grief stricken old man with the little boy that was calling you.
"What's wrong?" You inquired hoping to get some good news out of this Titan attack.
"Your mother, she...passed away. She was heavily bleeding, we couldn't get her out in time- oh god, I'm so sorry." You felt the world freeze as yo
The Twenty Peso PictureTwenty pesos.The Twenty Peso Picture7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Roughly equivalent to US 40¢.
It could buy you a fare on a bus and on the train.
A bottle of water.
A pack of breath mints.
It's not really much, but when you're poor and starving, it means not having to sleep on an empty stomach.
It may mean that for another day, you survive.
But when you're really itching to get home on a rush hour, with people jostling you to get to the handful of buses, twenty pesos is not very high on your thinking list. That is, until harsh reality jostles you too.
And that's when I saw him, selling garlands on the street. A thin, frail-looking boy of about seven or eight. Or (one could not really tell because of malnourishment), for all I know he could have been in his teens. Vague though his age may be, I'm fairly certain of what he looks like. He was skin and bones, wearing dirty rags that would not even be fit to wipe the floor with. Weaving in and out of traffic, he had his back to me. And I could see the plethora of fungal infection that