The InternetIf you think for yourself, you will be taught how to think.The Internet2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you make it, it will be theirs.
If you defend yourself, you will not be defended.
If you let others defend you, it will be too late.
This is a world where sin wins,
and if you are benevolent, others will be malevolent or even violent.
The masked man basks in his truth,
the truth that he cruelly casts out.
The mask is refreshing, but it is corrupting,
it is disrupting of your way of life.
Masked men gather to ruin lives,
jealous of the ones who have one.
They can be who they wanted to be,
as girly as a princess, or as heroic as Hercules.
But in the end, when your patience is depleting,
when everyone just keeps bleating,
you can simply resort to deleting it all.
While others find the mask and put it on,
others take the opposite path,
and drone on about their daily life.
They give out information,
that they would handle with caution otherwise.
But in the end, when their patience is depleting,
when everyone just keeps bleating,
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,
The Missing PieceLeaves made a crunching sound when they were crushed by light feet, clad in gently used black combat boots. The woman sighed loudly as she stopped, not three feet away from a tombstone. Her bright blue eyes read over the epitaph, tears burning at her eyes.The Missing Piece2 years ago in Drama More Like This
In loving memory
She held her breath, then exhaled. It came out jagged, clearly the woman was close to tears. She inhaled sharply, then held it in until it hurt, then let it out again. A breathing technique she developed to stop her from crying. It worked- most of the time, anyway.
She kneeled down, touching the gravestone delicately. She wore a long sleeved black T-shirt with a gray, sleeveless jacket over top of it, the inside soft and fluffy. She matched it with a pair of worn jeans. They were faded and had holes on them, but she didn't care. She never wore bright colors on days like these.
The sound of rough footsteps was behind her, but she didn't move, didn't look away.
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
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
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
Kiddway's Game: AU Assassin's Creed Black Flag 4 "Ah, Kenway, you really aren't any good at this, are you?" asks Mary, laughing at me from beside the haystack. I want to groan in frustration. It is impossible to sneak up on this woman! Instead, I hook her around the waist and pull her into the haystack with me, kissing her as soon as she lands beside me. Mary Read has become my obsession.Kiddway's Game: AU Assassin's Creed Black Flag 42 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Of course I'm good at this," I say after releasing her lips. "I have been doing this for years, assassin training or no, and I've not been caught once."
"And yet I've managed to catch you every time. Why is that?" she asks, her eyes now sparkling with amusement.
"Two reasons," I say, pressing a kiss to her neck. "One, because you are better than they were."
"Flattery won't get you out of training, Kenway," she tells me, accompanied by a look that tells me I'm an idiot if I think otherwise.
"And two," I continue as if she hasn't spoken, "you'r
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
The Razor's Edge - PrologueDisclaimer: This is a fan fiction. I own nothing but the story. The characters belong to their respective creators at CAPCOM, CORE Design and Crystal Dynamics.The Razor's Edge - Prologue5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Razor's Edge
The sharp edge of a razor is difficult to pass over; thus the wise say the path to Salvation is hard.
A Hindu proverb.
March 4, 2009
The clicking of high heels echoed loudly off the cold and shiny floor as the blonde led the way through a long corridor of the scientific establishment. Blueish, fluorescent light reflected hardly off the polished steel-clad walls that amplified and dislocated the savage hissing of a distant ventilation fan. The thin scent of sterility hung in the air, gradually growing stronger as the man and the woman took a right, passed a few nondescript doors and carried on until they stopped in front of a heavy iron door. A metallic plate on the left read "X-72". The man watched the blonde closely from beneath his black shades as she unlock
Mom, dad's not really sorryMr. Badel would talk for hours if you let him. It was irritating really. I tapped my pencil not-quite-violently against my composition book, staring intently at the clock.Mom, dad's not really sorry5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tick. Tick. Tick. Damn it. Tick. Faster. Tick.
I sighed heavily and the girl in front of me, Whats-her-name-Beth-maybe? I dunno, but she shot me one hell of a dirty look. I returned it with an intentionally malicious smile. She rolled her eyes and turned to face to black board once more. I went back to staring at the clock.
Tick. Tick. Tick. What was that about Raccoon City? Tick. Tick. Damn. Tick. Tick. I wasn't paying attention to the- Tick- announcements. Tick. Ring. Sweet.
I stood up and rubbed the back of my neck, stretching in the process. High School, why oh why must you exist to make me forever sleep deprived?
My locker was far too small to hold all the crap I horde.As soon as I opened it up, an array of papers and books poured out. Usually, I'd be pissed, but it was friday and school was out. Thank God.
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
Promise Me...It was the perfect opportunity. The time was set just right.Promise Me...1 year 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
Connor's Creed Part 1 I catch sight of her at Myriam's wedding while I'm walking her down the aisle. It's all I can do to keep my feet moving.Connor's Creed Part 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Myriam," I whisper to her as we walk.
"What is it Connor?" she responds out the side of her mouth.
"Who's that woman in the back? The one in the blue dress?"
"Connor, it's my wedding. I'm not looking at anyone but Norris."
"Right, sorry," I say, escorting her the rest of the way and handing her off to Norris. I take my seat and exert all my will in an attempt to remain facing forward. When the wedding is over and everyone is filing out of the chapel she's suddenly gone. I actually panic for a moment before remembering I'm an assassin, I can find anyone I'd like. What's wrong with me? I've never had much interest in the opposite sex before, I've always thought of them as more of a distraction. Perhaps it's different now that the war is over, my people have moved on, and my biggest resp
Food fightTitle: Food FightFood fight4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Game: Mass Effect 2
Disclaimer: dont own anything, Bioware does
“It seems that Jacob really likes Kasumi.” A voice behind me says. Instead of turning around, I just lean backwards, until I’m looking upside down at the most beautiful woman in the galaxy. She rolls her eyes at my antics, and I grin as I straighten up, motioning for her to take a seat beside me.
“Well, she is a really likable person.” I smile, looking at the soldier and the thief, just as she steals a piece of meat from his plate.
I feel Miranda’s hand on mine, under the table, and when I look at her, I see her looking at Kasumi and Jacob, small smile on her face.
I put my other hand over hers and she turns her gaze on me, still smiling.
We don’t need words.
Our eyes say everything that needs to be said.
We lean towards each other, but just as our lips were about to touch, something hits m
Albert Wesker x Reader ~The Perfect Creature (1)Albert Wesker x Reader ~The Perfect Creature (1)10 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was dark. You had lived in the darkness for a long time. No light, no other people, nothing but you in a deep unconsciousness.
But not today, because….
It was time for a huge change.
Something disturbed your “eternal” dream. It woke you up. Slowly you opened your eyes and saw a light which you haven’t seen for a long time. You knew you had to follow it. Although you had no idea, what was behind the darkness, you took steps forward. The light called you and you know that you have to catch it.
Suddenly you woke up again but now there was only light. The world of darkness was gone and you were scared because the new, fuzzy world was so different. Your eyes opened to their full size and you tried to look around, but the light blinded you. You tried to catch your breath but it was impossible: there was loads of water around you. You could drown in any moment. Gradually you became accustomed to light and the new world got clearer. You noticed an oxygen respirator m
OC Race - The DaharashkOC Race - The Daharashk3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
MLP: FiM OC Race - Daharashk
(Also called Sand-Snappers, Dune-Sharks, or Blind-Maws)
Creatures hailing from Saddle Arabia and the many surrounding deserts. Their name is more of a curse than a title, translated to mean "Wolves of the Desert Wind." Though they look much like the kind and peace-loving citizens of Equestria in way of form, these predators are hardly either. They are extremely dangerous, and make certain portions of the high deserts and mountainous areas impossible to traverse except by air. Thankfully, no Daharashk has been seen bearing wings like the pegasi of their equine cousins, and thus have not taken to the skies.
Generally dark or sand-colored, they blend almost perfectly into their environment. As well as having a somewhat thicker coat of fur to protect from the powerful wind and sands of their home. Though they often range into darker shades, even to black, very few if any brighter colors are seen among the Daharashk as it would affect their natural camoufl
Please give me chance...Please give me chance...4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Please Give Me Chance
They comfort you, what have they done to alert you?
Do they deserve to be beaten and treated painfully?
Did we ever realize that they have the same feeling and deserve a right to healing?
So why do people agree to not allow them to be free?
We kill them everyday for a thrill.
So why do we still laugh at them for that?
Still laugh at their pain when they are in a chain and bleeding for another day.
A day to life, that doesn't have a knife or a price.
I believe that we are naïve.
They never hurt us, only tried to make us feel pride.
Did you ever think that maybe if they could talk they would say they would walk beside us?
Or even ask for another chance, a chance to never glance back.
But instead they are dying and on the ground they are lying, waiting for the sound of love.