Believe -AltMal-Believe -AltMal-Believe -AltMal-3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was a loud crash which caused Malik to look up, startled. He heard a groan from the other room and sighed. Altair. Now what did he want?
He watched as said man stumbled through the doorway, grasping a bloodstained feather. "Done" He informed as he made his way over to the desk at which Malik was occupying, and dropped the feather there.
"Making a mess of my bureau, I see" Malik said pointedly, glancing at Altair's wounded thigh, blood seeping through the clothing and running down to drip onto the floor.
"It's nothing" Altair sighed.
"Come on, let me see it" Malik stated as he stored the bloodied feather away and grabbed bandages and alcohol from under his mahogany desk.
"I said it's nothing, I'm totally fine" Altair whined, he hated it when all he ever caused for Malik was inconvenience with his constant wounds.
"Sit. Now" Malik commanded. Altair sighed in defeat and sat with a 'humph'. He bared his thigh so Malik could once again heal him a
AnswerThere was that one day, which Malik Al-Sayr would never forget. The day of pain, nearly unbearable, pain which caused so many terrifying consequences; feeling of loss, loneliness and anger. It felt like he couldn't look forward to another day anymore.Answer4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But.. He was an assassin. He was trained. Sometimes he felt different, like his emotions belonged to someone else. Like he was only watching... Not experiencing. He was just staying there, collecting information, but never FEELING.
Al-Sayr was horrified. He hid that, and he hid it well. As far as he knew, nobody's noticed. Novices were only visiting his bureau when needed - and other assassins treated his place the same way. He couldn't blame them for that; he liked this small, quiet room.
He was lying in his bed, listening to the sounds of Jerusalem at night. There were weak whispers, quiet steps, sound of wind racing between narrow streets. And his thoughts - now he could hear them pretty well. Mostly questions without answer
Waiting to fly again, Part 1"We are loosing him, Shaun, his heart is pounding slower and slower!" Rebecca panicked, and she looked at the unconscious Desmond with fear in her eyes. Rebecca rarely showed her feelings, but right now there was no place for the façade she usually wore.Waiting to fly again, Part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I am doing what I can Rebecca, go take care for Lucy."
Fortunately Shauns father had been a doctor, and he had learned much, but he hadn't had to really save a life with those really rare skills up till now.
Desmond was unbelievingly heavy to carry, and Lucy, well Lucy had a wound in her stomach, done by Desmonds Hidden Blade...
Shaun had no idea, he had not been able to move, or even to see what happened, not to mention to realize it. They had been in a vault beneath the Vatican, and Shaun was dead certain that Abstergo already had located them, and was gluing it's agents to their backs.
//This is driving me nuts. I knew it would be a catastrophe with Desmond. My feeling is rarely wrong//
Shaun sought a vein
EzioXReader"Umegryd, ____, I luf yuh" Easiu serd "Umegryd, Unzio, I luf yuh teu" ___ sad tu hur lof.EzioXReader4 months ago in Drama More Like This
"Luts make hut nesty sux undr teh strz" he sid as he hel yu clos.
""Ubbeh luts du et" u say ass you tak off ur cloths. #pulsatingmeatrod
//shuvsofpantz// "uuh, bby" yur lovr mons. //hergs// he hugz you. Com her luf //hepullzurhairndslamzyourhedtothetable//
Mmmm bby //clugnz on2 hus lug// she clungs unto his lej.
//shofsheruntehbed// Uh Ill brak und poop ur chry. He sud.
Uhbby-- doo muh vreh hrd. Uh wnt u insed muh.
Gunts gruntsz //shuvsduckinsudher/ oohbby ei wull fux yu so hrd u wut wlk str8 tomoro' an weexz
mmmmmmm oohbby. Du muh hrdur plz. //urchuz buck, muns lill// plz. Uh luf yu.
//fuxhurder// mmkummig sun.
U do this-> //munung ludur// mmmdu ut.Du ut fgt.
//kumsamontainodsemmn// I KAM //hemunsashekame//
mmmMMMM FLZ SOO GD. //UPNZ LGZ MRE, uRCHZ BUK GN//
//hearchzbk,stllthustng// I LOOF YUEH SU
Battling bros 10Chapter 10 (warning fritz/gilbert love)Battling bros 103 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The following few days were rather normal; going to classes, eating lunch with Arthur, nothing too special in his afternoon classes. Alfred was ready to go home, but he had to go get his guitar from the auditorium before he left. He hadn't done is music homework, and was lucky he wasn't called on to perform yet. Alfred walked into the auditorium. It was one of the few times it was quiet in there. Usually Fritz had private lessons through out the day with different students. Which reminded Alfred he had to sign up for one soon.
Alfred climbed onto the stage and headed for the storage room where students kept their instruments. Alfred got to the door was realized it was slightly open, and he could hear voices just inside the door.
"No, no, no Gilbert," it was Fritz, "Your posture needs to adjust for this note." Alfred saw Fritz stand behind Gilbert, and adjust his arms. Gilbert tried playing again, but his flute squeaked. "Gott verdammt!" said the
Hausmeister LudwigEs war nicht so, dass sie sich nicht sehen konnte!Hausmeister Ludwig4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Er konnte Gilbert besuchen. Zwar nur kurz, aber sie konnte sich sehen, sollte er da nicht dankbar sein?
Aber es war leer in seinem Haus, so ohne seinen Bruder. Sie hatten solange immer beieinander gelebt, dass sich Ludwig einfach einsam fühlte, wenn er nicht Gilbert rufen, schnarchen, und diskutieren hörte.
Zum Glück sprach er dass nicht aus, Sachsen, Sachsen-Anhalt, Thüringen und Mecklenburg-Vorpommern wären sicher alles andere als erfreut zu hören, dass es gerade Gilbert, sein Brandenburg, war das er besonders vermisste.
Waren sie nicht genauso seine Geschwister? Sprachen sie nicht dieselbe Sprache? (Naja zumindest ein bisschen.)
Er vermisste sie zwar auch, aber nicht so sehr wie Gilbert, der sich immer besonders um ihn gekümmert hatte.
Die um ihn sind, die übrigen in seinem Haus, seit ´57 auch das kleine Saarland, fragen, was das besonders ist an diesem Gilbert, seinem Bruder.
Fuenf Minuten vor der Zeit...Winter. Gilbert hasste den Winter. Jedes Jahr schickte ihm Russland aus purer Bosheit kontinentale Kälte nach Berlin.Fuenf Minuten vor der Zeit...4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Grummelnd wandte er den Blick vom Fenster ab und setzte sich raschelnd auf.
Neben ihm im Bett lag Ludwig und schlief, was auch nicht wunderlich war, denn der Wecker würde erst in fünf Minuten schellen.
Nicht dass Gilbert einen Wecker benötigen würde, er war viel zu wunderbar um zu verschlafen.
Während sich Gilbert aufsetzte, drehte sich sein Bruder noch einmal die auf die andere Seite, was ein seltenes echtes Lächeln auf die Lippen des Preußen zauberte.
Er zauste seinem Kleinen" durch die noch ungegelten Haare, dann erhob er sich und tappste, sich den Schopf kratzend, ins Bad.
Die kalte Dusche tat ihr Übriges, den letzten Schlaf aus Gilberts Augen zu spülen. Als er den Wecker im Nebenzimmer klingeln hörte, stieg er gerade aus der Dusche und griff nach einem Handtuch, kaum eine
HealBroken, abused, shattered,Heal5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You tell me the terrible things they did and said... And damage tolls they took on you, the scars that you say will remain forever...
Baby, the monsters are gone, and I'm here to keep them away. I 'll be the Guardian Angel you never had before. I'll stitch your wounds, and I'll keep you warm. I'll teach you to fend the nightmares away and replace them with dreams.
I'll bring you to life...
AC- Fight of generations Part 1AC- Fight of generations Part 1AC- Fight of generations Part 110 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mysterious invitation ...
Dragonfire looked up when someone knocked on his door. Another assassin entered. Or more of a novice, as Dragonfire recognized at first glance. It was probably a servitore, because he wore no equipment, just a simple Onehandsword. Servitore one of the ranks was the apprentice had to reach an assassin in order to be a true assassin. He was holding a letter in his hand. "Master Auditore, I have an urgent message for you." Said he. Dragonfire looked at him. "By whom?" The messenger seemed to hesitate. "I'm not sure anyone has me down the letter in my hand, and I would as soon come to you and hand it over to" He's Dragonfire the letter disappears with the words: "I'll be back when I know more. "He ran away. Dragonfire watched him and slowly opened the letter. It read:
I ask you for a meeting at dawn, at the Coliseum in Rome. It is important that you follow or accompany anyone. This meeting will be held confidential,
-One morning-There it was. It would stay and never budge. Like a rock. Like Emmet. He laid as if he was dead on Ingo's right leg. The night before was very blurry to both of them, neither understanding why they were still on the subway seats of Ingo's train. Ingo opened his eyes slowly and looked down at his knees. Emmet made them his pillow once again. Instead of pushing him off his leg like he usually would, he stopped and stared at Emmet.-One morning-2 years ago in Settings More Like This
He lives so innocently, not caring about any problems that might attack him.
Ingo watched him breathe quietly, the air hissing out of his smiling mouth. It always confused him as to why Emmet always smiled while Ingo barely experienced anything like it himself.
It really is a mysterious thing.
Emmet scooted closer in Ingo's lap, his head landing perfectly between Ingo's legs. A black gloved hand landed on his shoulder as he continued sleeping. Then Emmet started shivering, either from the hand or because he finally realized how cold the inside
Guardian AngelWere going though so much!Guardian Angel5 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I hope it's wroth it in the end!
I have fallen in love.
Some people say it was too fast.
I just cant live without you.
I can't waste another tear!
I can't waste another scar!
I need to be strong for my guardian angel.
The one that keeps me safe.
No matter how far away.
The one that keeps me away from my demons.
My guardian angel.
Why do they try to keep us away?
Why do they and break our love?
your my batman.
I am your cat woman.
No one can break our bond.
Your my guardian angel. The one that helped me though my pain.
your always with me,
In my heart, My guardian angel.
I love you.
I can't waste another tear!
I can't waste another scar!
I need to be strong for my guardian angel.
The one that keeps me safe.
No matter how far away.
The one that keeps me away from my demons.
My guardian angel.
Words cannot express,
What you have done for me.
I always want you with me.
I need to make sure your safe.
I need my angel.
NightmaresMost everyone has claimed to have nightmaresNightmares5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The most gruesome and terrifying ones, they'll proclaim
They go on to tell others the horrors they dream of
But there are some who envy these fears that are so tame
As not to waste each other's time
We dare ask the claimers a few diminutive questions
If these dreams are not all that terrorizing,
Would we let them waste our time with their meaningless confessions?
Do these claimers wake with the smoke still blurring their eyes?
Do these claimers wake up with a scream caught in their throat?
Do these claimers wake swearing the blood must still be there?
Do these claimers wake to find they are still drowning and unable to float?
The claimer answers no, and the victory goes to the envier
But alas, there is a twisted irony in the envier's win
The claimer feels no loss, when they lose they only feel pity
But envior's pride is short lived, when they turn back and commit their deadly sin
Viral BreathThe year is 2095 and today is the 20th anniversary of the nuclear explosive that had been developed by North Korea had detonated. This was a mistake that had drastically changed the world permanently. For the past century America and North Korea had been in a second cold war. Even though they had the means, America wouldn’t launch any real weapons at North Korea, because of the nuclear domino effect. They knew if they launched a nuke, North Korea would retaliate with a nuclear missile of their own. The surrounding countries would launch nukes causing the world to go into a nuclear winter, effectively killing most of the world’s population.Viral Breath6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Unfortunately the leaders of North Korea had been careless, and only concerned with one thing: power. So outside of the watchful eye of the United States Information Collection Forces, North Korean scientists had been working in secret to create a weapon, one that would be their ace in the hole, a missile with a barometric detonation devi
Gamzee and Feferi omegle chatYou're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!Gamzee and Feferi omegle chat2 years ago in Comedy More Like This
You and the stranger both like homestuck.
Stranger: )(ey t)(ere! 38D
Stranger: o)( )(ello gamzee! )(ow nice to sea you!
)(ow are t)(ings going?
You: HeY SiS,ThInGs aRe cHiLl
Stranger: t)(ats GR---EAT!!! )(e)(e! 38D
You: HoW YoU BeEn?
Stranger: o)( ive been doing...okay i guess. 38T
nofin muc)( )(as been )(appening latley!
Stranger: i guess...nofin reely )(appens w)(en youre dead.. 38(
Stranger: but its okay! t)(e dream bubbles are still )(ere! 38D
Stranger: so )(ow is everyone?
You: Oh yEaH
You: ThEy'Re aLrIgHt
You: Im kInDa hIdInG FrOm tHeM LaTeLy
Stranger: w)(y are you )(iding? t)(eres nofin to be scared of gamzee.. 38(
You: WeLl i kInDa dId sOmEtHiN BaD
You: AnD NoW CaN Is uP AnDD PiSsEd aT Me
Stranger: o)( you poor t)(ing...im s)(ore t)(ings will turn out better in t)(e end t)(oug)(!
...but youre just suc)( a sweet troll...t)(eres no way you did anyfin bad! w)(at )(appened?
Moirails forever-part 1 You woke up with a jolt.You were breathing heavily,although you didn't remember having any bad dreams.Just lots of colors.Nothing out of the ordinary.Well,for you,anyway.Although,this time,the colors seemed different.They were gloomier,although as far as you can remember,they had never glowed brighter.You stood up,a few of your bones snapping in protest,before waking up along with you.That is when you saw them.Ten horned heads,lying atop of your horn pile,each one covered in there own unique color.Maroon,brown,mustard,lime,jade,teal,navy,blue,purple,and pink.Their blood colors.Moirails forever-part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Your name is Gamzee Makara,and you have just slaughtered your friends.Although,you are not aware of that.
You stumble backwards,nearly falling to the floor,and your back hits the wall.You noticed the walls are covered with nonsense drawings and words.You shutter,noticing you distinctive clown face.(o:
The sights and smells are enought
John meets insane GamzeeYOU ARE NOW TALKING TO A RANDOM FUCKASS. SAY SOMETHING, ASSHOLE!John meets insane Gamzee2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
▲: beep beep meow?
▼: who the fuck are you.
▲: hi eridan
▼: MY NAME ISN'T MOTHERFUCKING ERIDAN.
▲: OH IM SORRY GAMZEE
▼: now who the fuck are you.
▲: capslock was on
▲: how are you gamzee?
▼: DON'T LOOK BEHIND YOU.
▼ HAS FUCKED OFF.
Victoria JayneShe was my sister.Victoria Jayne3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
14 years old.
Tall and skinny like me.
Blond hair, brown eyes.
Victoria Jayne Jasenak.
The doctors told us she had a cancerous tumor in her brain.
Then, she was only 11 years old.
We started chemo.
I was there, sitting on the couch with her
When her hair started falling out.
She cried when her hair came out in clumps in her hands.
I cried when I saw how much she puked.
Mom and Dad cried when she weighed 87 pounds.
The doctor almost cried when he had to give her a feeding tube.
She went in and out of remission.
She had hair sometimes, just peachfuzz starting to grow.
She liked to have her head petted.
We pulled all-nighters in the hospital room,
Watching Advent Children and Sweeney Todd.
The nurses thought we were obnoxious sometimes.
I was sleeping in a chair,
Waking up when doctors flooded in.
I fucking hate cancer.
Cancer took my baby sister, my best friend.
CANCER TOOK MY FUCKING LIFE.
I love and miss her everyday.
In the Arms of the Enemy 5 Karkat continued towards the rundown building and, despite his broken heart, he managed to stop the wagon, descend from his seat, and raise a hand to knock on the door. There was a deathly silence in the building, the only noise being his friends muttering behind him. He was preparing to turn around and leave when a noise could be heard from within and the door suddenly flew open.In the Arms of the Enemy 510 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A disgruntled woman stood in the doorway, hands covered in dirt and pants soaked through with water and mud up to her knees. She used the back of her hand to wipe a layer of sweat off her forehead.
“Can I help y-” Her darting eyes fell on Karkat and she bit off the end of her own sentence, tilting her head faintly, “... Karkat Vantas?”
Karkat waved and she stood up straighter, sighing heavily and gesturing for the party to come inside.
“The horses can be hitched up in back and the wagon can be brought up to the double doors on the side of the bu
In The Arms Of The Enemy 3 The fountain splashed behind Karkat while he waited for everyone to arrive. Dave was first to pull himself out of bed and join him with a rucksack slung over his shoulder Karkat turned as he walked up behind him. “Did you bring blankets or a pillow or something?”In The Arms Of The Enemy 31 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“I have a blanket in my bag.”
“I hope that’s enough. Don’t complain when you’re cold at night.”
“Sollux is bringing a bunch more.”
“And why lug around a shit ton of blankets when we can share some.”
Karkat rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”
He waited a little longer before deciding that no matter what time he’d woken John up at, he probably wasn’t going to actually get up until Karkat went back to their room and dragged him out of bed. He stood from his seat on the fountain’s edge and trudged back to their room. He opened the door and stuck his head in
Talking two the Cool Kiid▲: 2upTalking two the Cool Kiid2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
▲: Hey 2triider
▼: hows it going
▲: Nothiing Cool Kiid Bored out of my miind
▼: i imagine
▼: still doing that half dead half alive thing right
▲: IIt 2uck2
▼: hows that work anyway
▼: i keep imagining like you try to go through walls and you can only go halfway before you get stuck
▼: is it like an even split down the middle or are you entirely almost incorporeal but not really
▼: which come to think of it is pretty much the same thing as being alive because im pretty sure when it comes to phasing through walls its go big or go home
▲: II 2tiill have my body
▲: And No II cant go through the walls
▼: well that sucks
▼: whats the point of being half ghost if you cant go all shadowcat and shit
▼: do trolls have x men
▲: II already told you iit 2uck2
▼: tell me they do i mean you cant have a universe without x men
▲: And II dont k
The Drowning- Ben Drowned (Short Story)The Drowning- Ben Drowned (Short Story)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
BEN Drowned: The Drowning
By: ArticDragoness (SightlessTheDemon on Youtube)
Note: This is not how Ben really drowned, it's just my theory.
The sound of lightning struck again as the strong winds blew harder against the rain falling. The water was rising quickly, and I saw that some people were stranded on their roofs, waiting for help. It's not like I'm in the safest spot, either. Especially when nobody else is around here, in my slowly-flooding house. My parents left to get supplies, but never came back. I feared the worst.
"They've met with a terrible fate, Ben. And so will you."
I wanted to scream. Not like anyone would hear me in this hell of a storm, except the one who haunted me. I glanced around, hoping to find some higher ground. My eyes locked on a grey cartridge, with the word "MAJORA" written in Sharpie. The game. I had to stay away from it as much as possible. This game was everything I had hoped it would be, fun, entertaining, a n
The Wicked Ones  SterekSequal to The Wild OnesThe Wicked Ones  Sterek10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Wicked Ones
“I have loved to the point of madness; that which is called madness, that which to me, is the only sensible way to love.”
”Still haven’t heard from him?”
“No. I mean,” Stiles sighs, spent, “Lydia, what if he’s really dead and I’m just sitting here talking to you—“
”I resent that.”
“—no offense, baby cakes—but what if that’s why he’s not answering? What if I killed Derek? I knew I should have just transferred to Stanford! Damn New York and all its wonders!” Stiles slams his head on the desk in exasperation, his fist coming down beside his keyboard.
”Oh Stiles, I talked to Erica yesterday. He’s fine, a little slow—nothing new there—but he’s fine. Okay? So, stop worrying.” Lydia glances up from her homework t
Moments: HappinessGiftMoments: Happiness2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ezio stared down at the object placed upon his desk, his chin propped up in the palm of his right hand, reaching out with his other hand to lift said thing and twirling it between his thumb and index. Twisting it kindly and as if it were the most delicate thing in the world.
Perhaps it was, though he couldn't tell why.
The scent coming from the item between his fingers had a soft smile grace his lips. It was lovely. Not like a rose's smell, but mild and timid, yet it smelt sweet in a way. It may not make sense to others but to him this gift was lovely.
Now the problem was to find out who left him such a gift...
He instantly wanted to pin it on Altaïr, though the man didn't seem to like to openly display his affections unless forced to. Which was rare, seeing as Ezio knew how the stoic man felt. Having been taught to focus on one's body language and facial expressions - for assassin and romance reasons specifically.
Like when his love would cast a quick glance his way then
Dirk and UU talk about DavetimaeusTestified [TT] began pestering Uranianumbra [UU]Dirk and UU talk about Dave2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
UU: hello again. ^u^
TT: What's up?
UU: nothing in particUlar, dearie.
TT: Are you alright?
UU: i'm a bit on the depressed side, bUt i'm qUite alright.
TT: I'll take a wild guess here and say it was your brother's fault.
TT: But that's just a theory.
UU: yes, in a way.
TT: What'd he do?
UU: jUst the UsUal verbal abUse.
UU: it's really nothing to get depressed over, really. i'm jUst being the girl i am.
TT: Gotta be tough having him around.
UU: yoU have no idea.
TT: Wish I had a brother, though.
TT: But from your end, they don't sound like fun.
UU: no, yoUr brother is very different from mine.
UU: the connection yoU two have and will have Upon entering the game has never been seen before.
UU: sUch a connection rUns so deep, that even yoUr classes are linked!
TT: I have a brother? Unless he's alive, there's no way you could be talking about him.
UU: yoU do.
UU: bUt he's not the gUardian yoU're thinking of.
TT: I'm sorry, bu