Barabbas--------------------------------------------------------------------------------Barabbas5 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
EzioxReader ~Fourth Wall? What Fourth Wall?~Lesson 1 ~Blend in~EzioxReader ~Fourth Wall? What Fourth Wall?~1 year 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,
Tomahawks and Briefcases: Chapter 34Tomahawks and Briefcases: Chapter 342 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Connor decided to show Ellie his mother’s message for him later that day. She had helped him find the other one for his father earlier.
Josh was showing Desmond where he and Connor used to practice their archery, so Connor and Ellie were alone.
The screen went black and tears were streaming down Ellie’s cheeks. She pulled Connor into a huge hug and silently cried into his neck. “My mom wrote a letter like that to me,” she whispered.
Connor held her tighter and buried his face into her hair. Relief came over him and his heart rate finally slowed down when he realized that she really understood how he was feeling. Now, all he wanted to do was go back to Saratoga and give his mother’s message to his father.
“Ellie, would you be upset if we left a day early?” he asked, pulling away.
Ellie shook her head. “No,” she paused and bit her lip. “Connor, what was she talking about when she mentioned Jenny?”
Connor stiffened and deci
BogeymanBogeyman.Bogeyman3 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
Assassins Through the Ages- Chapter 1Age 5:Assassins Through the Ages- Chapter 11 year 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
Assassins Through the Ages- Chapter 2Age 6Assassins Through the Ages- Chapter 21 year 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
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 Interests2 years 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
Finland x Reader - Birthday SnugglesFinland x Reader - Birthday Snuggles1 year 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
[Levi x Ex-Stripper! Reader] Jobs [AU!][Levi x Ex-Stripper! Reader] Jobs [AU!]1 year 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
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
.:Ezio x Reader:. Sneaky.:Ezio x Reader:. Sneaky2 years 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
EzioxAssassin!Reader ~Fate is always by your side~~Chapter 1~ HomeEzioxAssassin!Reader ~Fate is always by your side~1 year 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
Like We Forgive Our DebtorsLike We Forgive Our Debtors.Like We Forgive Our Debtors3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Bells toll into the night of New York, their sounds drifting through the dark winter sky. Their distinct song can be heard from miles away, recognized by all who live in the city. Some sound strong and deep, like thunder after a hot summer's day, others soft and frail, like the whispers of an angel. All of them join together in their wordless song, beckoning their listeners to come and pray.
The Riverside Church is an icon of New York. A strong, large symbol of God's presence in this city. It is visited daily by many of its citizens, for activities from baptism to weekly sermons, and is considered a pillar of the community. Yet at this time, the place is quiet and the need for spiritual guidance is outweighed by the need for food and rest after a long day of work. As such, the church is as good as empty and within its ancient walls, a single man quietly prays.
Padre Federico Perez is not a resident of this town. As his name suggest, he is of Spanish
BushidoBushido12 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
The idea of bushido, the Way of the Warrior, is not easily encompassed in any document. It involves the concepts of honor, face, duty, personal courage, and self-esteem; but there is so much more. Whole tomes have been written that describe it, yet very few books or essays have captured its essence competently. As a result I will provide you with some basic guidelines to follow that will aid you in your becoming a samurai. You must also realize that those who are members of the lesser or greater houses also fall under the umbrella of bushido. A samurai need not be just a warrior: "samurai" is a catch-all term for a noble.
Honor in bushido is vastly different from traditional Western concepts of honor and nobility. The most striking contrast is its lack of morality. Bushido is not about being a good or moral person. It is about being an honorable person. The samurai sees no difference between life and death; death holds no fears for him. As a result, a
How to say nothingSilence speaks. It fills the cracks between words, hovers between lover's lips, gives a sentence a breath. Silence can convey emotion unlike words ever can. Silence screams, it howls like a blizzard wind, or lulls like a sweet song. Silence is not unnecessary, it is not useless, it does not waste breath, or speak when it is not needed. Silence can speak a sentence, with out words, it can tell a story, it can convey anger, or sadness, it can tear a room apart, it can speak of love, or loss. Silence is nature's song, deep, calming, pulling you away from reality.How to say nothing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trololo Lyrics - EnjoyAhhhhhhhhhTrololo Lyrics - Enjoy4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
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The Man in the White Hood part 3Altair was up before me the next morning, no matter how early i was up he was always awake before me. It was almost annoying. He was sitting in that tiny bed of his running a sharpening stone over the knife he wore across his back with his hood halfway on leaning against the wall of the room. He spared a second to glance at me then looked back down at his work touching the sharp edge checking it. I hurriedly sat up putting on my sword belt and checking my boot knives. I remembered that Altair would be coming with me from now on and stopped myself from grabbing my saddle and leaving right away without him. I almost wished i hadn't invited him along. While he was a decent man and a skilled fighter I liked being alone. We had a quick cold breakfast in our room without saying anything to each other, or really even looking at each other. I got up when he did grabbing my saddle and bridle and left the room Altair on my heels. The coThe Man in the White Hood part 32 years ago in Drama More Like This