Barabbas--------------------------------------------------------------------------------Barabbas4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Because anyone can feel fear, just as anyone can find hope "
Your first thought goes something along the lines of, 'What is this feeling?' Your second, 'What is this icy vise that's gripping my heart?'
His breath came short. His hands trembled, one stained red where it clutched his side. Bile rose in the back of his throat. His eyes darted about, frantically seeking that which they could not find. Dodging around behind a pillar, he tried to quiet his breathing in order to hear better, but the frantic thundering of his heartbeat drowned out all else.
Your third thought is of whether or not you can escape the thing or things that have caused this feeling, this unfamiliar sensation to creep about your mind, and then worm its way into the very center of your thoughts, your being, chokin
What jealousy can doWhat jealousy can do9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A boy and a girl, the best of friends.
From elementary to high school, from beginning to end.
Through all those years, their friendship grew.
They both felt the same, but neither knew.
Each waking moment, since the day they met.
They both loved each other, sunrise to sunset.
He was all she had, in her terrible life.
He was the one, who kept her from her knife.
She was his angel, she made him smile.
Though life threw him curves, she made it all worth while.
Then one day, things went terribly wrong.
The next few weeks, were like a very sad song.
He made her jealous, on purpose he tried.
When the girl asked, "Do you love her?", on purpose he lied.
He played with jealousy, like it was a game.
Little did he know, things would never be the same.
His plan was working, but he had no clue.
How wrong things would go, the damage he would do.
One night she broke down, feeling very alone.
Just her and the blade, no one else home.
She dialed his number, he answered, "Hello"
She told him she loved hi
Altair's Sadness- Allow Me to Introduce Myself.Altair's Sadness- Allow Me to Introduce Myself.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
An archer hit the dusty ground below the rooftop, blood splashing onto the dust and the robes of nearby citizens from the stab wound in his back. A white-robed man leapt overhead, ignoring the screams from the people below as they scrambled away from the body, the area emptying temporarily. He sprinted away from the grotesque scene, landing on the next rooftop and making sure that the blood-red feather was still tucked safely away in his large, brown belt. The figure slowed as a wooden, cross-beamed roof came into view. He checked that no prying eyes were watching before dropping down a square opening onto the ledge below.
Master Assassin Altair Ibn La-Ahad paused for a moment to let his honey-gold colored eyes adjust to the darkness. Night had long ago fallen over the great city of Jerusalem, the stars barely lighting the desert landscape. The Assassin's Bureau was empty, save for a novice sleeping, curled, on the pillows that lined a corner of the small room. Sliding off the e
Assassins Through the Ages- Chapter 2Age 6Assassins Through the Ages- Chapter 27 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Malik yanked the wooden figure out of Kadar's tiny hands, causing the latter to fall down backwards onto his butt and start crying. Malik turned away and crossed his arms over his chest, satisfied, until their mother came into the room, carrying a basket of now clean clothes in her arms. She frowned, taking in the scene, placing the basket delicately on the floor.
"What happened?" she demanded.
"Brubba took the doggie from me!" Kadar wailed.
"Dog?" she asked sharply.
Malik reluctantly held out the little wooden dog statue that she had gotten him for his fifth birthday. "It's mine, and Kadar stole it." he said defensively.
"Malik, Kadar's only three." she said, taking it gently from his hands, "He doesn't know any better. Why don't you just let him play with it? Besides, your his older brother, and you're supposed to protect Kadar, not be mean to him."
Their mother handed the toy to Kadar, who's crying ceased abruptly. Malik glared at them both and stomped out of the
.:Ezio x Reader:. Sneaky.:Ezio x Reader:. Sneaky1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a nice day in Monteriggioni, Italy as you jumped from place to place on the roofs; you weren't sure what to do today really, all you ever do is assassinate certain people and blend in with crowds. You are anonymous. Well, you were until one day you spotted a man in white and red. You couldn't really make out his face, but he was fighting some guards along an ally. Idiots. If you were them who saw the man in white assassinate the person next to you, you would've said, "Forget this, I'm out."
You crouched on a wooden plank and watched the man slice a guards throat and pounce on the other. It's like something you would do if you-
"Get off that building or die!" A guard said bringing out his sword, running towards you. You pulled out your blade and quickly slashed his throat without saying a word. You turned to the direction the man was and saw him staring at you.
'Oh shit!' You thought as you ran the opposite direction from him.
You huffed when you arrived at y
BogeymanBogeyman.Bogeyman2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There's no such thing as the bogeyman.
There is no such thing as an embodiment of terror. No such thing as monsters under the bed. No such thing as terrible beings hiding in the shadows, coming to get you when you least expect it.
Even now, when the full moon lights up an otherwise pitch black sky, there is nothing to be afraid of. Especially when surrounding by thick, solid walls, in the safety of one's bed, this applies. Especially when there are several others lining the wall, each filled with a contently sleeping body, always reassuring you that you are not alone.
The little girl at the St. Catherine's convent tries her very best to remember that. She has to. It's the only way she will ever be able to sleep. The only thing that will make her feel somewhat safe in this large, echoing hall.
She has been at the convent for a while now. Half a year at the very least. Frankly, it's not so bad to live here. The nuns are kind and she is well-fed. Every day, after her chor
EzioxReader ~Fourth Wall? What Fourth Wall?~Lesson 1 ~Blend in~EzioxReader ~Fourth Wall? What Fourth Wall?~8 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
In the tailor the men attended you very kindly and quickly, it took only a few seconds to be fully dressed with some very simple White robes, actually they kind of materialized on you and after having paid the service you ran back to Isola Tiberina in which Maquiavelli was already waiting for you in the front door.
-I see you are ready now. –He said giving a few steps closer to you without looking away from the clothing. –I sent other novices to do the same, they will join us shortly. –You nodded and Both of you waited no more than 5 seconds before other 3 persons appeared literally from the air, there were two women that looked exactly the same and a man, all of you wearing the exactly same robes, it seemed that in here there was no individuality. –Follow me I will guide you to the training camps in the countryside. – You nodded instantly but then remembered that you were in the central district,
Finland x Reader - Birthday SnugglesFinland x Reader - Birthday Snuggles4 months ago in Romance More Like This
A soft, gentle and loving smile graced your beautiful features as you stared at the eyes of the man you loved. Violet hues stared back at your (eye colour) orbs as if entranced by the beauty of them; the way they sparkled when the light faintly hit them would always take the male’s breath away.
How could someone be so perfect?
Your smile never seemed to falter, as your eyes softened at his adoring expression. “Welcome back Tino, and happy birthday.”
You spread your arms out to him, indicating to him that you wanted to give him a cuddle. He happily accepted, put his bag down from the entryway, forgetting all about shutting the door behind him, and brought you into his arms, enveloping the warmth that now spread through him like sparklers.
You let out a content sigh with him, and returned the embrace with as much affection as he was giving you. “You know Tino, you should probably shut the door or the snow will fall in, and I don’t want to clean that u
An extension of How not to Write Love Interests“Faith, in the sense in which I am here using the word, is the art of holding on to things your reason has once accepted, in spite of your changing moods.” - C.S LewisAn extension of How not to Write Love Interests1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
This quote is about faith not love, but you can see how the same logic applies. If faith is not merely to "feel" as if you believe something, why should love be merely to "feel" that you like something?
In the end, faith is remembering you have reason to believe, and love is a choice about how you treat someone. Feelings are irrelevant. They are passing. They are constantly changing, and that's natural. They can indeed play a role in our decisions about relationships, but are a fickle factor to base an entire decision off of. It's like building a house on the sand. We're human beings with intelligence, and there is no such thing as a feeling so powerful we HAVE to act on it-that is fantasy.
What about circumstances? What about age? Can it ever be simply a waste of time?
On my last deviation, people arg
Assassins Through the Ages- Chapter 1Age 5:Assassins Through the Ages- Chapter 17 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
The two Master Assassins sat in an office, one open to anyone at Masyaf, shelves lined with books towering around them against the four walls if the small, rectangular room. Mostly, the two assassins did not use it very often; usually they were too busy to sit down and relax, and when they did have free time, they would spend it practicing fighting or entertaining their young sons.
One of the assassins, a man with messy black hair, charcoal eyes, and a long, hawk-like nose was sitting in one of the chairs with a small stack of books on the table separating him from the other man with his hidden blade sitting next to them, safely out of reach of grabbing hands, although he took no notice of either. Rather, his full attention was on the blue-eyed two-year-old sitting on his lap, who was attempting to shove his entire fist into his mouth.
The other man was lounging lazily in his own chair, the chair tipped back dangerously on its back two legs. The man's muddy, leather boots
EzioxAssassin!Reader ~Fate is always by your side~~Chapter 1~ HomeEzioxAssassin!Reader ~Fate is always by your side~9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Years passed and you turned seventeen, your father trained you as best as he could, you learned how to fight, how to blend in a crowd, how to avoid guards, how to kill in a silent way, even taught you how to pick pocket people, sometimes an assassin runs out of funds and needs to do this, but just in emergencies of course.
You have been thinking of how to tell your father that you wanted to go back to Firenze to see Ezio, but whenever you tried to get the topic he changed it or said he was too busy doing other things, you decided to just ignore it but sometimes it made you feel sad, you didn’t have any friends because of your training and the only people you knew were the maids of the house, some of your French siblings and the people of the order you were in.
Your ceremony was meant to be in a few days and your dad was preparing all that was required, you were anxious because of it and you decided that after your ceremony you woul
ACIV Nothing you can spend -Ch10- Do Not Go GentlyWhen I woke up, at first I didn’t understand where the hell I’m. It took me several minutes and a brief looking around to finally admit that I’m inside Edward’s manor. It was so good to lie on a proper bed after months of sailing that I took my time. Silk sheet, soft pillow and warm blanket – these are not kind of things I’m used to. I feel like I was sleeping on a soft cloud. Setting myself a bit higher on the bed I start observing the room I’m in. It isn’t different from the whole house- the same light palette of wallpapers, the same elegant style that reigned everywhere in the manor. One thing I find different – this room looks inhabited. The dresser is piled with shirts and pants at different stages of dirtiness; with holsters and belts hanging over the lacquered surface and stretching down to the floor; with trinkets and several golden coins; some drawers are open – entrails jut out here and there out of them. No doubt thACIV Nothing you can spend -Ch10- Do Not Go Gently1 year ago in Romance More Like This
A True Christian . . . .A True Christian . . . .5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
A True Christian does not calls Christianity a religion, but a relationship with God through Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior. (John 15:14-15, Hebrews 13:5, John 10:27-28, Proverbs 17:17, Job 5:19, Psalm 37:39)
A True Christian does not do good deeds so that he/she can get to heaven (for through Jesus Christ, he has a place in heaven), but so that you can take care of you fellow man and to love one another. (Romans 3:9-31, John 15:17, Luke 10:25-37, Ephesians 2:8-10)
A True Christian does not condemn others for their sins for God did not sent his son to the world to condemn it, but to save it through him. (John 3:17, Luke 6:37, 1 Peter 2:22)
A True Christian sings, dances, and praises God not so that he/she can impress other people or God, but because he/she loves God and his son. (Matthew 22:37-39)
A True Christian speaks for those who can't speak for themselves. (Proverbs 31:8-9)
A True Christian does not hate people, but sins. For those
HugHug9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let me know its alright.
Because the world is big.
and the universe is infinite.
but that doesnt matter,
When you hold me,
when ourlove is bigger than it all.
Ill hug you.
Ill let you know its alright.
Because the world is big.
and the universe is infinite.
but that doesnt matter,
When im holding you,
when love is bigger than it all.
Let me know its all right.
because my concerns are many
and my worries are many more.
but that wont matter,
when you hold me.
I wont worry.
Ill need not be sorry.
Just be secure, safe.
Ill hug you.
Ill let you know its all right.
because your concerns are many
and your worries are many more.
but that wont matter,
when I hold you.
I wont let you worry.
You need not ever be sorry.
Just be secure, safe.
And the infinite universe wont matter.
Becaue our world is us, here and now.
(because sweet infinity is in our embrace)
Campfire Confessions 1"It's getting colder."Campfire Confessions 19 years ago in General More Like This
He smiled at her and tossed another stick into the fire. "You're always cold."
She sighed in slight exasperation. "It's not my fault you're a polar bear."
He smiled again, adding more fuel to the small campfire. The stars twinkled above them, somehow clearer in the cold air. The crackling of the fire seemed to find a harmony with the low tone of a distant wind in the trees. Somewhere, a small creature skittered through dead leaves, an owl hooted at the noise.
The others would be back soon enough, having gone back into town for a few things they'd forgotten to pack. They had a precious hour or so together, a moment of privacy so hard to capture in the modern world of cell phones, e-mail, and commuting.
He sat down next to her, and she leaned her head against his shoulder, weariness written on her features. She stifled a yawn, and snuggled against his shoulder a little more, embracing his warmth and companionship.
He looked down at her, inhaling the scent of her ha
(Altair x Reader) What Happened?Altair x Reader(Altair x Reader) What Happened?2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"No problem; I can totally do this," you muttered to yourself through muffled fabric. You shifted your weight hesitantly, however nevertheless stepped forward toward the edge of the stone crevice. You felt your heartbeat jolt, and mentally slapped yourself for being so cowardly. Sure, you were great at combat fighting, blackmailing, and slipping and blending through crowds.
Clearly you were not showing much faith in doing the Leap of Faith. Balling up your fists, you glanced nervously at your mentor, for any signs of encouragement. He roughly nodded, though the full assassin next to him rolled his eyes. You could easily read his lips; "Novices."
You grimaced at this, though in the corner of your eyes, your friend gave you a somewhat comforted smirk.
"Altaļr!" you hissed, nervously. "Why don't you go first?" You would've asked Malik first, but before you could, he had already bravely leaped from the ledge.
You knew those two since the day
Death OfDeath Of4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They had invaded Masyaf with no warning.
The Templars sliced first through the village, killing almost everyone in the streets. Those who were in their homes were dragged out and murdered. The woman were raped and left in the bloodied roads. The children were thrown off the cliffs.
The assassins fought like they never had before. Time soon found Altair and Malik fighting back to back, their blades twirling in a dance of death. The master assassin blocked a sword with his short blade, pushing it aside and giving the Templar a blow to the head, throwing him back and to the ground. Another took up his position, ready to strike at the best moment. Malik was faring no better, there were simply too many of the enemy to take down. An exceptionally loud clang of steel against steel made him turn for a split second. Altair and a Templar guard were locked in a deadly dance. The master assassin was oblivious to the impending doom to his right. The enemy raised his blade, bringing down with a sile
[Levi x Ex-Stripper! Reader] Jobs [AU!][Levi x Ex-Stripper! Reader] Jobs [AU!]4 months ago in Romance More Like This
[Levi x Ex-Stripper! Reader] Jobs [AU!]
[#TW: Levi's Sexy Dirty Mouth]
You watched Levi carefully get dressed for work, shoe by shoe. You groaned and leaned back, "Can we just dresss mee alreaddyyy?~" You whined and kicked your legs around. Levi had promised you one thing, a new beginning, something you've ached for. First things first, a job. He worked with a huge company called 'Titan Industries', which worked in magazine editing.
"You don't shut your fucking mouth I won't fucking help you, asshole." He muttered, tying his left shoe and standing up straight, then making his way to Petra's old closet. He dug through it for a minute and pulled out a soild white knee-length dress and black tights.
"Levi..." You quietly said, "It's beautiful..." You took off the tank top you were wearing and your shorts. Levi looked at you, his face a hot pink. You snickered and started to put on the dress, before standing in front of Levi, pointing to your zipper, and he zipped it up. You
Assassins Through the Ages- Chapter 4Age 10:Assassins Through the Ages- Chapter 47 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Altaïr could never understand why Malik enjoyed reading so much. In his eyes, it seemed so boring and pointless. As a result, when he was sitting next to Malik at the dock next to the river while watching Kadar swim in the water, Altaïr kept poking Malik repeatedly on the shoulder.
“Malik, this is boring!” Altaïr groaned.
“Oh for the love of... Shut up, Altaïr!” hissed Malik, clenching his book.
“Why can't we do something fun for once?” Altaïr complained, kicking his legs back and forth over the water.
“You're welcome to join Kadar and get in the water, if you want, and STOP IRRITATING ME!” Malik snapped.
Altaïr continued to groan and grouse about how terribly boring it was to just sit there on the dock. Eventually, Malik got so fed up that he snapped his book shut and roughly shoved Altaïr in the water with both hands, yelling at him to shut up.
Trololo Lyrics - EnjoyAhhhhhhhhhTrololo Lyrics - Enjoy3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Ya ya yaaaah
Ya ya yaaah
Yaaah ya yah
Oh ya yaaah
Ya ya yaaah
Yaaah ya yah
Nah nah nah nah
Nuh nuh nuh
Nuh nuh nuh
Nuh nuh nuh
Nuh nuh nah!
Nah nah nah nah nun
Nah nah nah nah nah!
Nah nah nah nah Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Dah dah daaaaaaaaaah...
La la laaah
La la laaaah!
Collecting VersesCollecting Verses9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
~Love, you'll be the death of me, yet I dare not refuse
your arms, your eyes, my soul, my heart, and all that'll be the death of you~
...a Storm he hides behind his gaze.
What darling child is this that seems
to hold within all heaven's dreams?
Within his eyes, all icy blue
what burdens weigh, what cares take root?
His skin ne'er lit by glow of blood
beguiles the moon to bring the flood.
These tender hands they holdeth sway
the sky, his eyes now metal gray.
How shall thee overcome these walls
How break through fates' most cruel net
that forbid thy heart into loving fall
and forbid rain from eyes-- now violet?
Smouldering... in all senses of the word
What darkness tending has there been
beneath that cloak of gabardine
that lustrous shine those sunlit eyes
'gainst skin by sun caramelized?
What radiant death was 'ere made thine
that made thy heart forgot of rhyme
of beat and cadence, beat, and yet
grant thy brea
Promise Me...It was the perfect opportunity. The time was set just right.Promise Me...7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
He could hear the assassin's light breathing from the other room, a shuffle of movement as he snuggled deeper into the pillows to get more comfortable.
There was a pause, and then no more movement and that signaled Malik that the man had fallen into the deepest part of sleep. For the next three hours he would not wake unless something touched him, and now Malik had his chance.
His sword was fastened to his belt, the feather lying on his desk was now being tucked into a safe place in his shirt. He rose from where he was sitting and walked out and into the room right beside his.
The man was asleep on the fluffed pillows that lay on the floor, arms curled underneath his head. His legs were bent so they ruffled the front of his robes, making the outfit look bigger on him than it really was. Lips parted just centimeters apart, it softened his face, making it look more innocent.
He...he looked like a child. The child Malik knew sin