Not slaves anymore 2Not slaves anymore 2Not slaves anymore 23 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Why Rue D’Eau?”I questioned in order to somehow start a conversation with the girl known as Evi. “It’s close to the docks.”she replied. “And the docks are were the prostitutes are. Men go to them, they get laid, they get drunk and eventually end up stumbling home through Rue D’Eau. Being drunk, they’re easy targets. Won’t know what hit them until they’re sober again.”. I nodded in understandment and for a few minutes a comfortable silence fell over us.
“How are you planning to get the ammo for your revolution.”Evi asked, breaking the silence, as I followed her through the dark streets of Paris. “We asked our sympatisants to turn in their tin and silver so we can melt it and turn it into bullets.”I told her. “The gunpowder will be provided by our supporters from the city guard.”.
That was the moment we turned the corner of the small street
Not slaves anymore 1Fanfic of Les MisérablesNot slaves anymore 13 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Not slaves anymore 1
“My dear friends.”I started as I took in every single face that had gathered in the small café know as the Musain which we, the Friends of ABC, used as our basis. “Every night that passes brings us closer to freedom. With General Lermarque close to God’s gate, the moment of revolution draws near.”.
A sarcastic sounding laugh reached my ears followed by a muttered ‘idiots’ and it didn’t take long for me to spot the one who had made the sound, since she was the only one not facing. She was wipping the tables, what made me realize she worked here at the café. If it wasn’t for the laugh and comment that had escaped her lips, I would have thought she wasn’t paying attention to my words at all.
“Excuse me, Madame.”I spoke. “Is there anything funny about the revoltion?”. “Not about the revolution no.”she answered
Cold and Dark and Unafraid Ch 12The sun rose red when morning came. They were the last barricade standing and to make matters worse, the rain from the night before had wet the gunpowder and they were low on ammunition. Hope was lost and as Enjolras stared at the faces of his men, he saw the fear overcoming them. He offered those who wished to leave and make their escape to do so quickly; five men left the barricade. As the Les Amis and the others discussed their next move, an idea came to little Gavroche. The corpses of the army men had dry ammunition on them. And so the little gamin wedged himself through the broken furniture of the barricade singing a tune: "Little people know when little peoples fight, we may look easy pickings but we got some bite!"Cold and Dark and Unafraid Ch 128 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Just as he made his way through the barricade, Combeferre had caught sight of him along with the French army. "Gavroche!" Combeferre called but the gamin continued on singing, mocking the men that had aimed their rifles at him. "So never kick a dog because he's just a
Cold and Dark and Unafraid Ch 11At noon the rebellion had begun. They took their stand upon Lamarque's tomb, waving the flag of the revolution and of France. Shots were fired as the French army raided the parade of the funeral, killing thoughs of the rebellion and even a few innocents unknown to them. The schoolboys charged down the streets of Paris shouting "Vive la France" and "Viva Republique " and the Les Amis and the volunteers raced toward the Café Musain to build the barricade. Furniture was thrown into the streets, chairs, pianos, tables, mattresses, anything the revolutionaries could get their hands on became their barricade, and at the top of it all stood the red flag of the martyrs.Cold and Dark and Unafraid Ch 118 months ago in Profiles More Like This
The afternoon and into the night was deathly quiet. There were no attacks from the one at noon, the streets were silent and Enjolras and the Les Amis were on edge. Grantaire who was completely drunk didn't even breathe a word to relieve the tension. Gavroche and Courfeyrac stood watch together, Courfeyrac with a musket i
Cold and Dark and Unafraid Ch 4Days passed before Eponine spotted the old man and the girl. She saw a beautiful woman, blonde hair, fair skin, blue eyes, rich. No wonder Marius loved her. But she knew she’d seen that girl before. Blonde hair, she was known as the Lark by Marius. Cosette! The little homely girl from the inn she and her family took care of, slaved, was the one Marius was in love with. How could it be? And poor Eponine, look what’s become of her. Karma had caught her in its trap. A spoonful of salt to her wounds.Cold and Dark and Unafraid Ch 49 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Eponine followed the pair to 55 Rue Plumet. She smiled inwardly. Marius will be proud of her. And the smile he will give for his excitement to see his beloved, the smile not for her but still his smile, will be worth it, she tried to convince herself.
Marius was at a meeting with the Les Amis when Eponine came into the café. His eyes glowed with excitement and he quickly came to face her. “Did you find her?”
His smile wasn’t worth it. Her heart sank and thr
Cold and Dark and Unafraid Ch 3The Lark disappeared and was replaced by Eponine. Marius had met her two weeks after the Lark vanished and the sulking Marius couldn't be more annoyed. She was kind to him, Eponine and he was to her, but each and every time they met, each generous walk home given, that hint of annoyance never faded. Eponine however was unaware of this and even more so unaware that their friendship was truly one sided. Marius never said anything cruel enough to make her understand this though out his own selfishness. The girl was a pretty one for an urchin, a scrawny thing, and she was also very smart. He needed her despite her aggravating ways. And so he asked her to meet him in the Musain Cafe at night.Cold and Dark and Unafraid Ch 39 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Her eyes brightened and she couldn't help but smile, "Of course Monsieur."
However he failed to give her the exact time. Thinking nothing of it, the girl happily went to the cafe just as night came. As she entered, a strong passionate voice could be heard from upstairs. It was going on about the revolu
Cold and Dark and Unafraid Ch 1She knew the streets better than most, a horrid place filled with thieves, beggars, whores--the life of the poor. They stole and they begged, sold themselves for mere sous, and at the end of the day they still waste away, waking to face the poverty in its cruel torture all over again. Eponine Thenardier knew this routine as she knew the back of her hand and braced herself each waking hour as she struggled to survive. She could handle it. She was strong-willed that way. But without her sister Azelma, each day seemed that much tougher, not to mention the beatings Eponine received. Together the Thenardier sisters used to split the beatings, but no longer since Azelma had disappeared. Yet, without her, there was one less mouth to feed, to steal pockets for, and for that, Eponine was grateful even though she missed her sister dearly.Cold and Dark and Unafraid Ch 19 months ago in Profiles More Like This
The gamine wondered the streets eyeing each passer-by, rich or poor, for easy pickings. Pockets that is, for their wallets. Thenardier, or Jondrette or whoever
Blue Dragons 1Blue Dragons 1Blue Dragons 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I walked into an inn. A few hours ago, I had senden Saphira together with Roran and Katrina back to the camp at the Burning Plains. I had walked all the way from the Helgrind towards this little village. Exhausted, I let myself fall onto a bench in a dark corner of the crowded inn. When I looked around my eyes fell onto a girl around my age. Some strands of her brown hair escaped from underneath the hood of her cape and on her lap she held her shoulderbag. She had something familiar... Suddenly the girl's head snapped up and she looked directly at me. As if she had heard my thoughts. Our eyes met for a couple of seconds. I had never seen bright blue eyes like that before. As if someone had taken the color away from the ocean and placed it into her eyes. I tried to break my gaze but failed. It felt like this mysterious girl had putted a spell on me. From the corner of my eye, I saw how two clearly drunk men approached her. Her expression told me she didn't kn
Capable of Being Terrible Ch 1A/N: I have updated this chapter and changed a few things in others. In this chapter, I have made it clear that instead of just one shoulder wound, Enjolras received 8 wounds at the barricade. You can reread this chapter if you wish, but it's not completely necessary. Enjoy.Capable of Being Terrible Ch 18 months ago in Profiles More Like This
The rebellion was through, and it had evidently failed. The people did not rise. The barricade had been demolished, and those within perished as they all had planned and were willing to do for their country. Yet somehow during the chaos and the blood of battle, three managed to survive, not all of them men.
One among them was the revolutionary leader, Enjolras, the one most willing to lay down his life for France; he loved his country more than any man could love a woman. In fact, he wanted to die, to die for France and alongside his friends was the very meaning for his life, the greatest honor in his eyes. But he survived through means he did not know, could not remember, his memory fogged from the eight bullet wo
Nobody Needs To Know Chapter: 2"Very funny, Chris!" an unamused Courtney berated, clearly having become exasperated with the whole situation. "You guys can frighten me all you'd like, but it still isn't working!" A few minutes had passed, and the awful noises still had persisted, and it didn't seem like they were going to let up anytime soon, either. The CIT shivered, and wrapped her arms around herself for comfort; it had started to become rather chilly now, so she had to rely on the towel covering her for warmth. "Easy, Courtney." the brunette silently monologged to herself, hoping that this would lift the fear away. "It's just lousy Chris, and his stupid interns trying to scare you! If they're just trying to mess with us, then they've got another thing coming!" That was when the silence ensued, which soon relieved the teen of her worry.Nobody Needs To Know Chapter: 23 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Courtney's Confessional: "Well, I'd say that went pretty well." *She laughes.* "I mean, wow! What was I thinking?! There's nothing of me to be afraid o-"
A rustling sound
Your Perfect ImageIt is right after the egg hunting challenge, in the lull between challenge and elimination ceremony. Courtney sits restlessly within the loser cabin. She can't believe they lost – and they have six teammates! All logic dictates her team should have crushed those loser heroes along with her loser ex-boyfriend. And yet…they did not.Your Perfect Image2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
She breathes out heavily, unsettling the bangs at the center of her forehead. She swipes at the bangs to get them back in the proper place, but it does little good. She groans and leaps up in one swift movement. She can't take it anymore. She can't sit in her another moment. It just solidifies the bitter reality that they will be voting someone off tonight.
Courtney grimaces. She stops and bites her lip. It also reminds her of what Heather told her and Scott earlier. Alejandro's convincing everyone to vote for Scott. She doesn't believe Heather for one moment, but considering what's at stake if it is true she can't help but be
Capable of Being Terrible Ch 8In due time, Enjolras returned with the police, two lowly officers dressed in blue who appeared to be bored and apathetic. They both walked swiftly around the ruined house, their eyes scaling up and down, analyzing the broken bits with a look of half interest and annoyance. They gave the impression that they wanted to get out of the house as soon as possible, avoiding eye contact with Enjolras but passed a few glances at Eponine as if they knew her, which made her uncomfortable. As Enjolras watched them, waiting for them to say something, he heard Eponine scoff, a scoff that said “I told you so.” He shot a glare her way, and she simply rolled her eyes before staring back down at the floor. Finally one of the officers confronted Enjolras.Capable of Being Terrible Ch 86 months ago in Profiles More Like This
“Can you help us?” He asked dryly.
The officer, Banet, spoke, “Possibly. Do you know anyone who could have done this? Someone with a grudge against you?”
“If we knew who it was we wouldn’t have asked for
GladiatorGladiator2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A warrior spattered in glory and gore,
A body, a corpse, a creature of lore,
Above you, a shadow, your heart fills with fear,
As you cry out for all those you hold so dear-
Even as you scream, he would consume you whole
For in his chest lies no heart but black coal.
Your blood will chastise him, soften his pain,
For vengeance he prowls, with nothing to gain.
Chained to this world, forever to wander,
As wails of the dying and dead fill the yonder.
StandstillIt is cold.Standstill2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The only sound is the wind. I am silent, but for the crunch of the snow and the shudder of my breath. Silence is a blanket threatening to smother the world around me. It taunts with unspoken accusations, dangling my loneliness like a puppet on a string. It knows my past and it knows my future. It knows because it is the only company I have left. It is a net, and I am being dangled, left open on display for the rest of the world.
But who is there to display for? I am lost in these endless woods, full of monotone brown and white and icy blue. The life here does not see. It merely senses, and offers a refuge from the storm. It demands a price in return, however, and that price isn't easy to meet. It is not something soluble. It demands an eternity, a never-changing lifetime of petty vanity. And how easy it would be to give in, to sink into its always-welcoming arms and turn away from my troubles.
Frustration sets in when I remind myself that I am the cause of my solitude. My f
I don't know how to feel...I don't know how to feel...I don't know how to feel...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What to feel...
How to respond...
What to say...
These comments of pride and confidence, worry and concern, questions and opinions...
Everything, so deeply felt by everyone around me...
I have no feelings.
No idea of the situation.
News reports, 2nd hand information and video/pictures are all I see.
Lives touched in ways I will never be able to comprehend.
Feelings I hope I, and no one else, will have to experience in the future.
A situation largely felt by a single country's people.
With resolve and determination to fight the odds.
And I, a meager naive bystander, continues along my path.
Slowly getting closer to the one of Japan.
When I reach there, how will I react when I see the devastation?
If I see the dead bodies?
Should I run?
Will I run?
Maybe I'll just hide in the corner of a room and cry.
What's the right feeling?
What's the right thing to say?
Is there anything I can do to help?
Anything that would alleviate the sadness
Love Is A WindowLove is a window that's warmed by the sun;Love Is A Window3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a two way mirror which leaves out none
And the lovers are people pressed to the glass,
leaving behind their present and past.
Love is a candle whose flame starts out shy,
a flame who, with abuse, could easily die.
The lovers stay lovers and give all they can,
feeding the fire with youth's emerald fan.
Love is a window covered by blinds;
curtains that form from cynical minds,
and as one lover strangles the other with pride,
she suddenly finds that her lover has died.
Love slips away and leads on to death,
where decay and dust escape from their breath,
and the lovers lie apart and unfurled,
leaving behind this lonely world.
Love is a window that's warmed by the sun;
a two way mirror which leaves out none
And the lovers are people pressed to the glass,
'till they're not but cut roses, rotting in mass.
All I've LearnedThere was so much I learned from you. The value of friendship, of trust, of human attachments. It was because of you that I managed to smile for the first time in many months. Even today I remember it, almost more clearly than I did all those years ago.All I've Learned5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Yet perhaps the greatest lesson I learned from you was when I was forced to leave you. It taught me of the pain of a barrier falling between two close friends, of my own mortality...and of yours.
Am I still dead to you?
Every day I'm painfully aware that, out of the blue, either of us could be swallowed up by the darkness forever, and all the work I've done to find you again could go flying out the window.
Somehow...it only makes me want to work harder.
Not slaves anymore 3Not slaves anymore 3Not slaves anymore 33 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“What the hell are you doing?”I asked on a hushed tone when I watched how Evi climbed a rainpipe without any problems and disappeared completely a few moments later on the roof above. A few quiet minutes followed before her head peeked over the edge of the roof to look down at me.
“Are you going to stand there all night or are you coming?”she asked with a playfull grin. I sighed slightly annoyed but still couldn’t help for a small smile to linger at the corner of my lips. Testing the rainpipe with my foot to see if it could support my weight, I reached above my head only to find a windowsill for me to hold in my climb.
When I finally managed to get on the roof itself, Evi was already sitting in the middle. She looked at me with her blue eyes as another teasing smile crossed her lips. “Took you long enough.”she commented. “Well, I’m sorry.”I replied as I walked up to her and took a seat
Capable of Being Terrible Ch 9Nearly a week had gone by, and it wasn't too difficult for Eponine to move on from the recent event of the robbery. It's not as if she hadn't gone through one before, even though it was she who was aiding with the robbery. Crime was a part of her old life, a life she was accustomed to, that she never allowed to get the best of her. She wasn't going to let some measly robbery affect her, no. She still had a job, food on the table, and a bed to sleep in. Things were well, she told herself.Capable of Being Terrible Ch 96 months ago in Profiles More Like This
She was on her way home, the sun sinking on her left, orange, red, and yellow staining the sky. A smile framed her pale face, her hand gripping tight to the money she held while she had her red dress draped over her arm. It took the day, but she was finally able to sell her green satin dress and blue cotton one. From her elegant emerald dress, she sold it and made nearly as much as she paid for it, and for the simple sapphire one, a split even half of what she paid. It was more than she expected. Howev
Capable of Being Terrible Ch 7Despite the fact that he's a private man, Enjolras wasn't oblivious to Eponine's sudden change in behavior. For the past few days she seemed to be on edge and anxious, troubled and unfocused, and Enjolras would silently wait for her to confide in him. Though she never did, and it was easy for him to disregard her all together; if she wasn't going to tell him, he wasn't going to ask and was not concerned.Capable of Being Terrible Ch 76 months ago in Profiles More Like This
He awoke early just as he did nearly every morning to prepare himself for work. He rose to sit on the edge of the bed, stretched and yawned. Slowly he dressed himself and walked out towards the kitchen. Sitting on the dining room table he spotted two plates, one already empty with crumbs and the other filled with food. Breakfast. He frowned knowing Eponine had made it. What was she doing up so early? Regardless, he sat down to eat, silently grateful that she was considerate enough to make him breakfast. When he finished he turned to head out of the house but stopped at the sight of Epo
Capable of Being Terrible Ch 6It was now early August. The physical wounds of the barricade that Enjolras and Eponine both bore were now scars. Yet, the mental wounds the failed revolution left behind weren’t so easy to mend, no amount of gauze or slings could heal them, only time. But now without his sling Enjolras could work even harder and move up through the company and fight for that promotion he was striving for. He desperately wanted to be a journalist, to fuel the love of spreading news along with his voice as he did when making his speeches in Paris. In his mind, he could play the role of the revolutionary again, speak with an eloquence and a passion through his writing to stir the people to fight for change. His revolution was not yet through.Capable of Being Terrible Ch 67 months ago in Profiles More Like This
As for Eponine, after so long of struggling for a job, she was finally hired to work as a seamstress in a factory of girls, except for the male foreman of course. Slowly, she got into the swing of things, the working life, the long tedious days of sewing and s
Capable of Being Terrible Ch 4Days turned to weeks and not once did Eponine confront Enjolras about his moment of weakness. She wanted to, but she knew it would only bring embarrassment to both of them. So she kept his secret to herself.Capable of Being Terrible Ch 47 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Once night while making dinner, Eponine wondered whether she should call him to retrieve his plate or leave it for him at his bedroom door. She had been leaving his food for him on the desk by his door since they began their lives together in Rennes. She would leave it there to discover it gone when she returned from her nightly walks. Each time she would wonder what he was doing all alone in his room. How could someone stay locked up for so long, away from human socialization all by choice? Eponine couldn’t comprehend it.
She hated being so lonely. She had been desolate for so long even before Paris. Once her father had become obsessed with tracking the man that took Cosette, she lost the love and compassion her family had blessed her. She grew up alone even with her little
Capable of Being Terrible Ch 3A month had gone by. Within that time Enjolras was able to find a job within the printing industry—workers were in high demand now that the printing business had begun in Rennes—but due to his shoulder wound and still needing the sling, his job was to work as the paperboy. He didn’t like it and felt degraded by his position, but he understood his foreman’s reasoning for placing him there. Once his wound healed and he was out of the sling, it wouldn’t take long for him to move up and become a journalist, would it? Eponine, on the other hand, was unable to obtain a job that would accept her. Even though she was qualified for many different jobs due to her ability to read, she was a woman and on top of that, a woman with a hand injury. What good is a woman who can’t use her hands? No one hired her. It was humiliating when she had to admit this fact to Enjolras.Capable of Being Terrible Ch 38 months ago in Profiles More Like This
“We still have the napoleons and a little more than 300 francs. I’m also bringing
Cold and Dark and Unafraid Ch 8The night he had given her the dress, Eponine found it difficult to sleep. It would take her a lifetime to repay him for the dress. He had spent his money on her, worthless little Eponine. His kindness and her shame she felt deep inside her like a knife. Oh how it tortured her. But as sleep closed in on her, she reminded herself of Marius. Enjolras and Marius, two completely different people. Marius had never been nice to the unhappy girl, but she would do anything for him. And Enjolras had been nothing but gentle and patient with her, a kindness she didn't deserve.Cold and Dark and Unafraid Ch 88 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Guns were fired and spat out sparks. The barricade had been raised, and the red flag stood at the helm. It had come at last, the revolution. The Les Amis fought the oncoming French army, blood everywhere and mangled corpses. Marius had climbed the barricade, a barrel of gunpowder and a torch in his grip, ready to sacrifice himself for him friends. An enemy marksman had Marius in his sights, so close, ready to kill.