Past personas [England X Reader] Ch. 1Past PersonasPast personas [England X Reader] Ch. 11 year ago in Drama More Like This
Chapter Ⅰ - All that jazz
I awoke from my slumber, gasping for breath. I have been continually having vivid dreams. I rose from my bed and went to the restroom. These visions have been haunting me for months now. The light of the bulb burned my retinas for a moment, and I turned to the mirror. My choppy blonde bangs stuck to my forehead and my eyes were a sickly green. The darks circles made me look like a panda more than a healthy man. The thought about my dream, they all have been the same thing. A man that looked like me; but he was in the past. He was everything I was against, I was a man of the law and he was a slave to his own greed. I would never dare to steal and kill as he did. But why… why did it feel like I wanted it? The adrenaline was mine, the sword in my hand. I observed my hand closely; my fingertips still feel the sensation of the metal. I’ve been feelin
AutumnI have seen her,Autumn1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Spirit of Autumn ,
Hair, so red,
Skin, so fair.
Her curly locks,
Gathered beside her like serpents.
The beauty of her stops my breath.
Like the air on cool mornings.
The leaves turn at her touch.
There she was ,
Lying on the earth.
Tired from her days work.
Resting from labors.
I should have left her
I should have run,
But I approached;
heart beating in my ears.
She felt me long before I reached her.
Erupting into a flock of birds thru the canopy.
But it was she,
I swear it’s so,
my eyes burn with her memory.
I Have seen her,
The Spirit of Autumn.
the clockwork liari. we dusted dreams off people like the first snowflakes of the season. you'd take one and rest it on the center of your tongue because you hated the taste of ice cream and wanted to reset what cold tasted like to you.the clockwork liar3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
you taught me that the cold could be bitter, and so could people's dreams.
you drank out of out-of-order wells because you believed they still worked and that the government was keeping it all to itself.
i never realized how insane you made me before i wrote this all down.
ii. i wished on the sun because i ran out of shooting stars.
and just to spite me, you began wishing on raindrops because you believed that they were so many, one of them was bound to remember you.
but we both ended up laughing hysterically with protruding knives on a bloodstained floor, didn't we?
iii. i talked to clockwork towers and told them to lie because if they stopped for just a while, all the time in the world would seize.
one human, two human
s o m e h o wWait.s o m e h o w4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I am not
Staring into Mischiefs eyes 7 (Loki x OFC)“You can’t keep her in there. She did nothing wrong!”Staring into Mischiefs eyes 7 (Loki x OFC)1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
“My father sees her as a possible ally or even puppet of Loki. Did she not stall us when the room was collapsing in?”
“No she’s just an idiot sometimes and gets carried away with being humorous. She could never harm another being, not my little Lexi.”
“It doesn’t matter. Odin has ordered this and it shall be so until he doesn’t see her as a threat.”
“The girl can’t even butter her own toast yet she is being charged for conspiracy and attempted murder. Unbelievable.”
I didn’t have to guess who spoke last, as Darcy was the only one in our group who shared my love for witty sarcasm.
And for the record, I SO can butter my own toast.
I opened my eyes and was blinded for a second of the brightness. My limbs ached with a pain I have never felt.
“Am I dead?”
Only silence answered me and I managed to sit up and look at my surroundings.
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
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
.: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
Assassins Through the Ages- Chapter 2Age 6Assassins Through the Ages- Chapter 26 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
FF6: Fire and IceHow had it come down to this?FF6: Fire and Ice3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Somehow, Kefka had captured Celes and Terra as they had been trying to enter the Magitek facility. The former General could only presume that use of Stop magic had been involved, as she had barely blinked just in time to find herself tied to the ground in a kneeling posture.
And she knew for a fact that many of the ropes served no purpose. Only those binding her hands and legs had a role, and they were separate from the web of them criss-crossing her torso. Judging by the way the ropes were tied around certain parts of her anatomy the intent was obviously to humiliate her.
Terra, meanwhile, stood as still as a statue, with Kefka looking at her in a rather revolting manner. Celes felt herself growling angrily just at the thought of what he might have been thinking. Terra stood with a startled look on her face, still grasping a now invisible sword, likely discarded by Kefka. Her wide eyes stared blankly into nothing, as Kefka heard the sound from
MOTU POP TimelineWhaaat? Keith put up a HTML document instead of a PDF? But why?MOTU POP Timeline3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Because I want you, dear reader, to be able to use the links within this document, that's why. Now pretend to gasp in shock and awe as I pull aside the curtain on the creative process a little just to make things easier on you.
If you've been following the admittedly ginormous Masters of the Universe / Princess of Power (MOTU/POP) project I've been working on with fellow author Silverrose14, you've an inkling of how much material this is to keep track of.
So here is all the stories she commissioned me to write for this project alongside her own works. All the stories have been arranged according to this alternate universe's chronology, which should aid readers old and new to making sense of the damn things.
And say, if you like what you see when reading these stories, please consider hiring me yourself.
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?~7 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,
TWD Fanfic: Lee's Second Chance - PrologueTWD Fanfic: Lee's Second Chance - Prologue2 years ago in Horror More Like This
Lee's Second Chance - Prologue
I stared into Clem's eyes as tears flowed down her cheeks. I was filled with sadness that I'd never be able to see her smile again but, within that sadness I felt a glimmer of hope. Hope that she would be able to grow older and live happily with Christa and Omid as her guardians. I just wished that I would've been able to spend more time with her. I wish I could've just been able to just see her off safely.
It was funny to me. I went to such lengths to protect this little girl. I didn't even know her last name, but despite the circumstances she became my daughter. She fulfilled my wish of having a family… Even if my wife was out of the equation, I was still happy to have known the feeling of having a daughter; to pass on knowledge to her, to spend time with her… to cherish her.
I found my voice and said to her with my last breath, "I'll miss you." She stared at me with her large eyes and slowly replied, "Me too…" Clementine stood up holdi
TWD Fanfic: Lee's Second Chance - Ch 1 Part 2TWD Fanfic: Lee's Second Chance - Ch 1 Part 22 years ago in Horror More Like This
CHAPTER 1 – A New Beginning
Without a second thought I looked out the back window to see if the police officer was there. Of course… The motionless corpse of the once chatty police officer was lying there with blood smeared from his body to the car. As I looked at him all I felt was remorse. I could've stopped this… But I didn't. I had to get to her. I had to get to Clementine. I turned my attention to the cracked window in front of me. I have to stay focussed.
Without any hesitation I put my foot to the glass four times and shattered it. Bits of debris fell into the vehicle whilst, thankfully, the larger shards of glass fell outwards. I shuffled my way to the opening I made and crawled out. I fell onto the ground and, luckily, didn't cut myself. I pushed myself up and walked slowly around the vehicle until I saw the dead cop. I looked down at my hands, I was still cuffed. I sighed, I still need to get the keys. I knew he w
Harem of the cardsThere was an uncomfortable energy floating in the air. A sensation of power uncontrolled and dangerous, ready to harm and destroy anything not strong enough to withstand it. This was the actual feeling anyone entering a shadow game felt. Such was what Atem felt as he was duelling Ishizu Ishtar, the sister of Marik Ishtar, who had actually helped his group and Kaiba all along to defeat her mad brother. Only those with millennium items could withstand such a terrible environment. Atem had the millennium puzzle, which made it possible to switch position with Yugi, his host body, while Ishizu had the millennium necklace, which had abilities unknow to the young pharaoh spirit. Even though he had no idea what this evil woman could do with her item, she did something that caused his friends to disappear mysteriously. Contacting him, she told him the fate of his friends rested in his hands and that he had to come see her immediately in a private room in the museum where she worked. It made noHarem of the cards3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
EzioxAssassin!Reader ~Fate is always by your side~~Chapter 1~ HomeEzioxAssassin!Reader ~Fate is always by your side~8 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
Assassins Through the Ages- Chapter 1Age 5:Assassins Through the Ages- Chapter 16 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
Keep Your Friends Close.... Chapter OneKeep Your Friends Close.... Chapter One2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The open top jeep sped along the rutted dirt road, bouncing its two occupants about in their seats. I did say it was a nice day for a country drive but this isnt exactly what I had in mind. The passenger, Lieutenant Diana Prince commented wryly. The bespectacled Military Intelligence Officer found herself in the deepest backwoods as an observer on a large scale Infantry manoeuvres exercise, silently cursing the fact they had been unable to secure a vehicle with a better suspension than their current mode of travel.
Her companion, seemingly oblivious to her discomfort laughed in response. Tall, blonde and strikingly handsome, Major Steve Trevor was in his element as he skilfully steered the speeding jeep over the back roads toward their next rendezvous point. I know youre not the outdoors type Diana but even you have to admit that this beats the hell out of being stuck behind a desk all day.
Diana rolled her eyes, Steve wasnt one for the adminis
I'm Just A Wanderer RussiaXReaderI'm Just A WandererI'm Just A Wanderer RussiaXReader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Street lights shine on the highway like piano keys. The city is transformed now that the sun has set. Underneath you is the rumbling engine of your teal an black Yamaha r-6. It was your only possession. Well, it was all you had anymore except for the clothes on your back. Your (h/l) (h/c) hair whipped out from under your helmet. Wind whips your pant legs and you feel the cold night air thru your leather jacket. But you don't care. You're free and on the road; that's all that matters.
Each mile that passes under these wheels was another mile you'd lived, another mile stronger, another mile alone. Things have been this way for so long it felt right. This is your niche.
Are you sure this is what you want? This lonely road?
You grit your teeth, clench your hands on the handles, and increase the throttle. You and the bike speed forward even faster. As a curve comes into view you prepare
its hard enoughIt's just too hard to keep up nowits hard enough3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
with your words
and promises I'm tired
of keeping -
in spite of
all of mine to let you
handle it all this time.
There are too many voices
inside the headlessness driven
It's much too hard to look
over your shoulder and still know that
there is far more to you
and silent anger.
It's just too hard
to love you again.
I might find stars to speak for
me, among the jury of the deserted;
Skeletons of a secret I
forgot too soon,
speaks too quietly for me to hear
that the end is near,
yes, the end is near.
Perhaps your lies are red blatant and
and your voice so icy cold
that your gaze even in the warmth of a glorious sun
does nothing more
than hurt so relentlessly.
Let my thoughts roam free and so will you.
I will end the rest of what I was
it is exhausting to
know that there was once
a you I used to know.
I can't keep
waiting here on a hope
that has brought me down
far too many times.
So just forgive me this one last time.
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
Kaa and Victoria JusticeVictoria Justice the actress, singer-songwriter, and dancer was walking through the thick jungles of India. She is on vacation after a gig in the big city of Dubai and decided to take vacation in nearby India. Now with a tour-guide, Victoria maks her way through the very immense jungle with nothing but a tee-shirt and shorts. She carries a backpack with food, water, maps, and a compass.Kaa and Victoria Justice3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Nick, how long do we have left to go until we reach that large lake that my brochure was advertising about?" Victorial asks.
"It is not long now. Maybe another 10 miunutes." Nick says.
Nicholas "Nick" Harper is an American tour-guide living in India. He is 25 years old and makes a good profit out of showing people around the jungle. He has made a good living out of this business.
After 10 more mintues of hiking, Nick and Victoria come across this huge lake. Victoria stops by the waters edge, throws down her backpack and looks at Nick.
"Do you mind?" She asks.
Nick, getting the message, turn