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.
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
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.
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.
My last Promise My Last Promise.My last Promise5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My fingertips were entwined between hers, I forced a smile and she smiled back. My broken arm wiped her tears with care as the Collector ship begins to crumble around us." You promised me Sheppard " Miranda's voice was filled with pain and anger. Only seeing her eyes amongst all the destruction my hand gently slipped from hers "You must go now ". Miranda's head shook in protest as she clutched on tightly "I won't leave this ship without you!" .My head sunk as Garrus started pulling her away, emotions running wild she struggled and screamed as Garrus took her away. My heart sunk and with one last look I could see her broken heart with every tear she cried.
My injuries were too severe from the Reaper fight I could hardly move. Inch by inch I crawled towards the mainframe where I'm to destroy the
.: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
Lara's Baby Chapter 5Lara's Baby 5Lara's Baby Chapter 55 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The small sailing vessel pulled next to Lara's boat, the engine cutting off as the ship slowed. Lara reached out to grab a rope running along the side, using her grip to keep her small canoe along side the larger vessel. Her mind seemed to drift off into fantasy as her heart hammered, imagining herself on all fours, getting the pounding of her life, forced to make amends for touching that dammed statue. Lara tried to control herself, but blurted out in excitement as she saw the boat's occupant.
"ANAYA!" She screamed for her old friend, one that she hadn't seen in the longest time. "Fancy meeting you here! Last I saw you, I had left for the temple a week ago."
The African American woman looked down at Lara kneeling down in the boat. Her eyes immediately focused on Lara's swollen bust, and her immensely round stomach. Anaya's heart pumped as she saw her friend in a whole new light, one where Lara was nothing more than a mewling slave, using her body to
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
Post-RED 2: ImagineRED-Imagine (Authorized sequel to Do You Remember?)Post-RED 2: Imagine7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This excerpt is from Do You Remember?
Sighing once again, the red-head was about to say her goodbyes and leave, but she suddenly heard the crackling sounds of dead leaves not far from behind her. She didnt move nor turned around. She cursed inwardly when she realized she wasnt armed. She got that bad habit of being paranoid, thinking that Umbrella, even if it was gone, would get back to her somehow. When she didnt hear the person moving, she thought about confronting it squarely, but a somewhat sensuous voice prevented her from even breathing.
Sure feels weird to see your own name on a tombstone
She turned around and saw something that, up until now, was unbelievable. The guy was standing right in front of her, wearing a black t-shirt and camo pants, with black combat boots. His hair looked a light shade of red, and, except for a bigger build and an older comple
Self-confidence.Smile at yourself-Self-confidence.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Turned down into a little frown.
You feel ucky,
Just kinda ugly-
But you are beautiful.
Figure so precise,
Makeup giving you a lovely disguise-
You wash your face;
Watching pale cover-up run down like wet lace...
You wipe off that red lipstick,
Forcing a small smile at the reflection-
You want to cry,
Want to fall inside.
They tell you,"You are beautiful."
That you should stand up taller-
It makes you feel good;
Blows up your little ego.
In the end,
When you're eighty years old;
An old grandma..
Looking like a wrinkled fool-
You're insides are what matter,
What counts the most;
So do not fret..
About an oversized nose.
You're forever beautiful-
Not like those models,
Whom tend to skip meals..