Assassin's Creed: El Legado Mexicano Cap. 1Assassin's Creed: El Legado Mexicano Cap. 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Assassin's Creed: El Legado Mexicano
Capitulo 1: Gritos de libertad
Llevo mucho tiempo tratando de encontrar la forma de acabar con todo esto de una vez por todas yo al igual que mis antepasados soy un assassin,desendiente de Itzel Mendoza, una assassin española y dueña del collar que porto en mi persona mi nombre es Erandi Mendoza, soy un criollo, un mestizo hijo de en español y de una indígena, fui criado para hacer algo importante, al igual que Connor Kenway,el ayudo a su país en su momento Connor es un gran modelo a seguir y tuve el placer de conocerlo
Connor: ser un Assassin es lo que nosotros somos, la libertad es nuestra misión
Eso fue lo que me dijo cuando lo conocí pero,han pasado muchos años desde que lo vi por ultima vez me hubiera gustado aprender de el mi país se encuentra bajo el dominio de otro, de España, aunque no soy un español legitimo fui criado con enorme sabiduría por parte de mi familia reina el caos en la
Zorua TF RequestPeyton got out of the movie theatre. It was dark outside, but he didn't mind. If the movie was good, he would go even later to watch it. He waited outside for the bus headed to his home.Zorua TF Request7 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
While waiting, Peyton noticed a girl his age passing him. He was fairly pretty with her blonde hair and green eyes. Peyton ignored her and continued to wait. He then heard a cry of pain. He looked and saw that the girl fell and injured herself. He went to help her without bothering to think about how she could have fell.
"Are you ok?" Peyton asked.
"No. I hurt my foot pretty badly," the girl replied.
"Should I go get some help?" Peyton asked.
"No. I can still walk if you're willing to help," she said.
Peyton put his arm under hers and helped her up. "Where should I take you?" he asked.
"I don't live that far. My house is just down the street a bit," the girl said.
"I guess that's ok," Peyton said, thinking it would be alright to just take a later bus. They then started walking away.
"What's your name?"
Padme Amidala - Haunted"Anakin has turned to the dark side " Obi-Wan had said to her as her happy expression, slowly turned into a sad expression mixed with denial.Padme Amidala - Haunted5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"No, not Anakin " She had said, defending her Jedi Knight.
"Deceived by a lie " Obi-Wan had spoken, words filled with grief.
"No, I don't believe you "She stated, her heart breaking into a million pieces.
Padmé was so confused at the words Obi-Wan had spoken, her Ani, her Anakin converted to the dark side? Impossible, it is an extreme accusation. Killing younglings, her Anakin why?
They were about to have a youngling of their own.
She placed her hand on her large and very pregnant belly.
She felt the baby kick as she tried to pull a smile upon her pink lips, it didn't come to her face.
She could still remember that boy she met on Tatooine.
"Are you an angel?" He had said, she laughed, rather forcefully.
She could still remember the man to whom she fell in love with in Naboo, it was heart-wrenching this
How to Become A Slender Proxy(Disclaimer Note: the Slender Man and his proxies are a work of fiction.How to Become A Slender Proxy6 months ago in Settings More Like This
Please, do not take this seriously.)
~ WARNING: IF YOU STILL RETAIN SOME OF YOUR SANITY, DO NOT
TAKE PART IN THIS RITUAL. IF YOU ARE WILLING TO ACCEPT THE
RESULTS OF THIS RITUAL, PLEASE CONTINUE. THIS IS YOUR ONLY CHANCE TO QUIT. ~
Define Proxy: a servant and/or helper to the mythical creature, the Slender Man. Proxies are said to be the Slender Man's only human connection to the outside world. A Proxy's duty varies depending on what tasks their Master assigns to them. A few examples are: maintaining order in the Slender Woods, translating their Master's thoughts and speech to others, even going as far as 'taking care of' those who are in their Master's way. Whatever the Slender Man wants, it is the Proxy's job to make sure it happens, cleanly or not. It is assumed by many that the Slender Man sees its Proxies as simply nothing more than personal
Types of SlenderProxiesFirst let’s establish the two different groups: “White Pawns” and “Black Pawns”, White Pawns being everyone not (consciously) serving Slender Man and Black Pawns being everyone else.Types of SlenderProxies4 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Proxies/Slenderproxies – Another term for Black Pawns, but more often than not referring to everything but Agents/Servants.
The Touched – It can be used as another word for Proxy, but most often it’s definition ranges from Sleepers over Revenants to Berserkers. Some Agents/Servants too have chosen to be what they are because they are – albeit in a weaker form – Touched. Basically the term refers to having had close contact with Slender Man, used by Him to transfer sensations to the human being which are not fit for the human mind or oppressing their will with His own for a while. Being mentally
Followers One little girl called Cywren CasterFollowers7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Went on a journey into the wasteland
On the way she found some friends,maybe even a lover.
A man who could explode at any time
A Lion of steel,
A Mutant of copper,
A canine with a heart the size of a quasar,
A child, the only survivor or Grayditch,
With all these crazy and fun companions,
Who knows who could turn up next?
AutismAutism.Autism7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My definitions for this word are:
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD)
Attention Defesit Disorder (ADD)
I am cursed with autism.
I am confused whether my thinking is normal or not.
I am the only one.
I see teens with incredible thinking power.
I see science everywhere.
I see sin.
My mind carries no common sense.
My mind can never come up with the right words for me to say.
My mind is imperfect.
I repeat real life events I see over and over in my head.
I concentrate on hatred passed to me from other people.
I have incredible issues.
There are people whom I see have flaws in their learning.
There is a brain tumor collaborating with my brain.
There is no cure for Autism.
This disorder scars my personality.
This disorder keeps me away from being a white sheep.
This disorder is my host.
Associated with selective hearing.
Associated with an incontrollable temper.
RipperJack the Ripper,Ripper10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Come to me,
Perge the world,
Slash the throats,
Of those who lie,
Send their spirits,
To the sky.
Stop them at,
The pearly gates,
For now you heart,
Is full of hate.
Jack the Ripper,
Come to me,
Save me from,
Zabuza-Haku poems"Haku"Zabuza-Haku poems8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was a monster
I was a freak
I was an outcast
My future was bleak
He looked in my eyes
and saw a weapon
Then he embraced me
and he took me in
I live for one life
that's precious to me
Not for my own life
but the one who did see
I was a monster
I was a freak
But he truly loved me
His approval I seek
I grew up as an outcast
I was always shoved aside
So how is it so strange
that I live for myself
No one ever loved me
They laughed, taunted, and jeered
So if I try to love myself
Why is it so weird
Put yourself into my shoes
Feel my hurt and pain
Until then don't you judge me
As I stand in the rain
Only one soul dared to love me
He loved me through and through
He risks his life to love me
He loves me through and through
It's this one soul I'd die for
For this one boy I'll fight
For he dared to love me
I love him with all my might
Sonic.exeA cool shudder trickles down your spine. Glancing around nervously, you see sombre portraits staring at you from behind layers of dust, seemingly penetrating your very being. Cold, hesitant light streams in through a cracked window, casting eerie shadows on the walls. As you walk forward, you can't help but feel that someone is following you. Whirling around, you see nothing but the empty hallway and the sad faces in the portraits staring at you. 'Turn back' they seem to say, but you swallow a nervous whimper and continue into the dark bowels of the house... You enter a dark room in the centre of the house. Shadows seem to swirl around your feet, sucking you in. In a burst of panic, you fumble for a light switch. You flip it up and down frantically, but the room remains immersed in darkness. Fear settles in and deep down you know you're not alone in the dark. Something brushes your back. You turn, but there is nothing. Nothing you can see, that is. Outside you can hear the autumn windSonic.exe2 years ago in Horror More Like This
I Can't Save MyselfI Can't Save Myself3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We're at the point of no return.
I can't be saved.
No one to hear me calling.
Asking for the answers,
How do I do this?
How do I do this?
My life has been nothing,
Without my Angel in my thoughts,
No one can blame me,
Love is only natural.
So how do I save it?
To save her?
I'm not a hero.
Just a desperate man.
She looks at me as she chokes,
Begging to save her.
From me from this life
I can't save myself.
So how does she expect me to save her?
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you are single.you’re not single because you didn’t forward that chain letter,you are single.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
because your replies were too quick
because you missed one of his
because you said the wrong thing.
you’re not single because
your tits are too small or
her ass looks better in those pants or
you have a stomach or
“men want women with curves.”
you’re not single because you’re messy
you’re not single because you’re not ladylike enough
because you don’t fit in
because you’re too ugly
because you’re too this, you’re not enough of that.
you’re not single because who would date somebody like you?
you’re not single because you fall in love too easily,
or because you don’t open up enough.
you are not single because your heart is too big
or too small.
relationships are not gained through meticulousness,
at how precisely your words land
and how perfect your face is when you laugh.
you are not single because it’s what you deserve
Luke's TG episode 8Luke's TG episode 84 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Luke's TG episode 8:- the Atsuta festival
4 days after our shopping spree me and Trixie decided on what to wear for this festival, we both agreed a casual look would be best just that we were too tired to go shopping for yukata's and we had left it to the last minute, I went to my room to find something nice when I looked in my cupboard I noticed something. Roslie had went out and bought me a Yukata, it was really pretty it had a sunset orange to it and some type of flower's all over it, I smiled when saw the note reading, "to Luke I hope you like this I got u a Trixie one when you were in the spa when I saw your interest in the Atsuta festival, love Roslie".
I couldn't help but try it on I went to my computer and googled how to wear a Yukata and clicked the most popular result which gave me good enough details, after many attempts I finally got it on right it was so pretty, when I heard myself thinking how cute I looked in the Yukata I knew I was losing my old mind, every day I though
the shit i learned in high school1. help clean up the morning after the party.the shit i learned in high school1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
(even if it wasn't you
who smashed tater tots into the carpet
or left crushed beer cans in the flowerbox.
it might as well have been, and
if you're lucky
next time, it will be.)
2. when your phone rings after midnight,
it's never the person you want it to be.
answer it anyway.
and when it's a boy who wants to read poetry and watch meteor showers,
understand that that's probably not all he wants,
and then hang up.
or don't hang up.
trade poems and stars and kisses,
and let it mean nothing or everything.
3. skipping class is never a good idea
unless you're with a friend you love
and you sneak along the railroad tracks to sit and smoke and watch trains pass
or unless you're alone,
and you need to walk and think and drink steaming coffee in the rain
okay, fuck it, skipping class at least once is probably a good idea.
4. don't apologize for asking questions.
5. don't be afraid to disagree.
6. don't get caught.
7. everyone is lonely
Do you know the taste of the universe?One day, when you’re five years old and made out of fractured sunlight and mirror shards, you sit down on the bench of the MAX train. You’re dressed in your winter coat and boots that are too big and one of your parents has pulled your hat too close over your ears.Do you know the taste of the universe?2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You’re sitting next to your mother, and on the other side is a man that smells like loneliness, something that you’ll later know as cigarettes and alcohol and homelessness. He’s crying quietly into the top of his jacket and you’re scared to look because you’ve never seen an adult cry.
The train ride goes on for five minutes, which is a long time to you, and eventually you sneak a look at the crying man who smells like Portland and loneliness, and he sees you. He leans down until you can see the red lines in his eyes and he whispers to you.
“Do you know the taste of the universe?”
And you look up at him with your little-girl eyes and shake your head because you can’t
.throw my bones.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the fire just
to warm up your
there and wonder
why you're always
This is for the Average ArtistIt is painful at times,This is for the Average Artist1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Seeing those born with skill and talent.
They paint such beautiful things, using the barest of material.
Entire worlds are spun at their fingertips, all from a dot of paint.
I think sometimes, of how nice it must be,
To be able to capture such beauty, within the borders of a page.
To spin a tale from but the smallest of phrases,
To create a fantastic adventure from a mundane experience.
It is painful indeed at times. When I am seated in this room,
Surrounded by the dull hum of failure and regret,
I ask myself, with eyes burning in the mirror,
Am I finally ready to give it all up?
'No!' I say
I will not let it end this way!
Not without a fight, not until I know that I am utterly broken.
The good lord may have blessed you with talent my friend,
He has given you everything that I could have ever desired...
But there is one thing that I have earned;
One little gift that remains my own.
You would not know of it,
Since you have never felt it,
RapeI am a 17 year old girlRape4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My eyes sparkle in the daylight
I have a smile that can light up the whole room
I have an amazing family
My friends are the best that anyone could ever ask for
My boyfriend is amazing
Someday I am going to live in a big pretty house just like the one I grew up in
When I graduate I am going to go to a good college and learn to do my dream job
After college I am going to marry my prince charming
And we will live happily ever after
I will have beautiful children
And I will love them with all of my heart
And when they grow up I will become a grandmother
When the time comes I will die peacefully in my sleep with my loyal husband at my side
I have a perfect life.
I am a seventeen year old girl
My tears glisten in the cold moonlight
My smile, like me, is broken and fake
I am all alone
With friends that will never understand
And an ex boyfriend who is wondering what he did wrong
My big house is filled with emptiness and shattered dreams
At school my classmates happy
Yes, I am a teenage girl Yes, I am a teenage girlYes, I am a teenage girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, I don't squeal over One Direction
No, I don't wear mini skirts
No, I don't curl my hair everyday
No, I don't need my phone 24/7
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I prefer Edward Scissorhands over Edward Cullen
Yes, I like violent video games
Yes, I like action movies
Yes, I listen to Rock
Yes, I am a teenage girl
No, I don't draw hearts all over my homework
No, I don't spend 20 minutes trying to make myself resemble a porcelain doll
No, I'm not afraid to cry
No, I don't party every weekend
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I hate reality shows
Yes, my hair is short and messy
Yes, I'd rather walk in the woods
Yes, I am okay with mice
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I'm different
Yes, I'm strange
Yes, I'm my own person
Why is that bad?
Why do you hate me for that?
Why can't I just be myself without your criticism?
Why is it horrible if I'm not just like you?
I don't have a problem with it
Maybe the problem