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
Snow Day Snow Day: Rise of the GuardiansSnow Day2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Snow day! Wooooooooo!" yelled a certain white haired Guardian as he pranced throughout his precious three and a half feet of snow that shimmered with a winter sun's dim rays. He yelled out excitedly, hands and arms raised up enthusiastically. Jack Frost looked around eagerly while speaking to Baby Tooth. The mini Tooth Fairy had stuck with him ever since the day he saved her from Pitch.
"Have you seen Jamie around, by any chance?" Jack asked with a tiny smirk.
The small hummingbird like fairy shook a head with a little squeak that followed.
"Come on!" Jack said, placing his small friend on his shoulder. "I'm surprised I haven't seen him out playing yet. Let's go find him!"
The Guardian then glided through the frosty winds with his curved staff, causing commotion on his way towards Jamie's house.
When he reached the boy's windowsill, he peeked very slyly inside.
Inside there lay a sleeping little boy, sheets covered over face and all.
EzioxReader ~Dark Knight in White Robes~(Y/N) - Your NameEzioxReader ~Dark Knight in White Robes~11 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
(F/C) -Favorite Color
(Y/L/N) - Your Last Nmae
(F/L/N) - Favorite/Random Last Name
(S/C) -Skin Color
Your family was one of the richest in all Firenze and since you were born you lived surrounded of important people and therefore, as a Young lady you needed to start with your duties and studies and always trying to act as lady like as possible to keep the image of “the perfect family” in public, but you never saw yourself like that, in fact you weren’t really as docile as any other girls of your age.
As the years passed the pressure on your shoulders grew more and more, you had more activities, more duties and just like a plus you had to start looking for a good husband, one that could put even higher the name of your family.
-Mother why do I have to go to that party? There isn’t going to be anyone from my age. –You complained as the maids helped you to p
Rise of a Guardian: Chapter nineteen~Tampered Memories~Rise of a Guardian: Chapter nineteen2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Pitch galloped through the White forest on one of his many NightMares, his brow furrowed in worry. It had been nearly 45 minutes; Snow should be done with Jack by now. Had she been injured by him, or captured? He had left her alone only because he knew that Jack wouldn’t have the guts to hurt her, even though it wasn’t really her anymore. He would have gone harder on him then her. And besides, he needed to go and grab something from his lair. But was Frost tougher than he thought?
Pitch could see the clearing up ahead, and he yanked on the reins until the NightMare stopped. The horse whinnied in protest but halted, and Pitch dismounted into the deep snow.
The effort made his muscles ache. He was so fatigued from having to keep Snow under his control. It had been hard enough to get her to give in to the nightmare sand. But now he had to beat down her soul every minute so she would stay under the influence of the sand, but her willpower was much stronger t
The Young Master's Monologue (Ciel Phantomhive)I often wonder; what would have happened if Sebastian didn’t come? If there was no such thing as demons, who make contracts with mortals and fulfil their wishes, purely out of greed and lust for their eternal souls? I would most likely still be there. Trapped. Given less freedom than a defiant dog. A toy at the hands of monsters. No one ever escaped. I may even have been dead by now. But he came. A black swirl of sin came to my aid. I make it sound as if he was my saviour, but he was nothing more than a starting point. A mere pawn. Regardless, he is also my knight upon the chessboard. A knight with extra powers that go against the rules. That is to say, if life were chess. But it is not. We make our own rules, in order to push ourselves further and further up the ladder of life - in order to accomplish our goals. If you’re weak, the game of life may defeat you, and you’ll become the fallen king. The opposition will win, and you have lost. Checkmate.The Young Master's Monologue (Ciel Phantomhive)4 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
It is rat
EzioxReader ~Fourth wall? What Fourth Wall?~Lesson 2 ~Free run~EzioxReader ~Fourth wall? What Fourth Wall?~10 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
After the message faded away from the air you had to wait what seemed an eternity to you, it were at least 10 minutes that you spend running around chasing the twinkling lines in the air until being out of breath, you were waiting lying down in the floor when the familiar tremble came in.
-Finally! –You shouted, the room of the animus vanished and became the vivid landscape of the countryside, you were back, your mates already in formation waiting for you to join, Ezio was in there as well waiting for you to come along.
-I’m happy to see all the improvement you have made. –He looked at you specifically as his words escaped from his mouth, his lips curving into a gentle smile. –Now that you have mastered how to reach your target being unseen, you need to learn how to do it in movement. –His gentle expression faded as he turned to look the other novices, he was giving you a special treatment, an internal sc
GangrenousThe bloated tongue full of heliumGangrenous1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
that escapes the ephemeral and lifts up, skyward –
is stuck in a congealed throat
draped with the closed curtains of bile and blood
souping a dam across her vocal chords. No more words.
The hair is brushed, later, out of its nooseloops
until it is straight and lies flush with the velvet,
in a box only just big enough to bury the dreams of a life
lived without pain
bubbling out of the now dead lips with each breath.
Skin soft turns hard – in the way that all girls do as they age
but she does not age.
She couples only with the wooden box, painted falsely white,
that covers her body and face.
It is the concealer, the mascara, the war paint never worn.
The chemicals of her unusually sewn-together body,
combine in a way geneticists cannot explain
to exude the only smell it can. Of her –
but it is not the familiar any longer. Not the smell of milk and dust.
Now, the acids boil together, to purge her of her pain.
The familiarity of her fades
HopeAfter becoming a Guardian, it was a whole generation of children that believed in me. It became harder and harder for me to walk down the street going unnoticed. It was hard walking around in broad daylight without some kid down on his knees begging for a snow day.Hope2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
North always told me not to make too many snow days though... The children apparently needed a "sufficient amount of education" according to him...Snow days apparently took away from that education.
Because of what he told me, I made even more snow days than I ever had before! I mean, come on! I was the Guardian of Fun and school was not fun.
Anyways, the kids were actually believing in me, as overwhelming as it was.
I didn't like playing favorites or anything-but, there was always one light that outshined them all.
He had been the first kid to believe in me. Jamie.
He had seen me several times. I visited him when he was young, but he as soon as he started growing up I stopped out of
Eren x reader best eren storyEren x reader best eren story4 months ago in Romance More Like This
You were cut off by a pair of lips touching yours, after a minute he broke the kiss and placed his forehead on yours
"I love you" He grinned
old turkey story'Chapter 1: How it all started'old turkey story4 years ago in Romance More Like This
At first it was just her that he had loved.
She had long brown hair that would always sparkle so beautifully when she was by her oceans. She had a double curl at the end of her long ponytail.
She had eyes that would sparkle like green gems in the sun.
This of course was Ancient Greece.
Turkey was just a teen when he had started to visit her more frequently.
He would come over and she would play and teach him things.
All sorts of things.
So many things that even Turkey lost count.
For a while his superiors didn't allow him to leave for a year and had him stay and help plan the future Ottoman Empire.
Then one day; when he got a chance to sneak away Turkey had left to go and visit her (to continue lessons) when he arrived he had heard her shrieking. (Turkey was an older teen around 16 years)
This memory would play through his head like a little clip from a movie.
He had run up to the house door (The nice pretty white house with a blue roof) opened it and ra
England-AutophobiaLook at him.England-Autophobia2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Arthur Kirkland, personification of England.
The man who shows no other emotion other than anger. There were very few times where the emotion changed to a lighter one but that was long ago.
Those feelings have long since left him.
They don't know. They don't seem to care.
He pushes everyone away because he doesn't know how to do anything but that. He secretly loves to be around the others at the meetings. He just hates going home when they're over.
No one sees. No one listens.
They don't see him sob to himself at his drab home. They don't know that he wants someone to love desperately, but he just can't seem to do it. His fear had that effect.
They don't see through his tsundere mask.
They don't know his fears.
But he does. He knows. And he hates it.
Designer PrisonDesigner Prison9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Rain is a peculiar thing - and so are you.
As the ground becomes a panoramic sponge and the world becomes a shallow sea, you shower in baking powder, only to have it wash away and leave streaks upon your face. this is a losing battle with Mother Nature; she knows your game-plan. She may wear spectacles with lenses miles thick; but she can see you with perfect precision and pluck you from the cloud you have not-so-gracefully fought to reach.
Your sling-backs do not provide much traction upon that cloud, do they? Water vapor is harder to walk on every day; surely one day you will ge tthe hang of it and show your superiority. But be careful. Your face is still running - running away.
Your prison is a white-collar resort, where guards and convicts drink Mai-Tais and show faux pity for the poor boy with no pants. His feet are scabbed over and his hair is nappy and matted; yet his smile can power a small country. This is freedom.
Your shackles look a little tight - but they are Gucci. I am s
(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
Return of Bad WolfIt was the name that inspired both awe and fear, in every corner of the universe. Every planet, every moon that held life, so too held a whisper of familiarity for the strange deity. Yet she was a mystery. To some, they knew only a name, told to children in hopes of inspiring obedience. To others, it was a prayer, spoken piously in the most difficult of times. And others knew not only the name, but possessed a physical representation, spanning across worlds. Ever different, ever changing.Return of Bad Wolf2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Catrigan Nova claimed she was born of the golden whirlpools, her eyes molten, forever shining the color of time. Shan Shen believed her to be a mysterious deity of fire, with glittering dragon scales as her headdress. And Raxacoricofallapatorius spoke of her in mysterious tones, never offering specific details, but their statue stood proudly for century after century, dressed in battle garb. Then. there was Earth. Legends passed down through the years, her name whispered, given life in so many differe
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
Plumb JobThe bathroom was clean and tidy, only the eyes of someone who spent several days a week in them could tell but a slight residue in the water-seal behind the hot tap stopped it being classified as immaculate, that and the bin was full already. It had a lid so the cleaner, whoever in the household who had been tasked with getting this room ready, hadn't thought of it. That's alright, I told myself. The bottles were haphazardly neatened by being stood up, including the thin lotion bottles that narrowed to a single edge that made them top heavy. Those would fall every time the shelving unit was brushed past too hastily, so it was immediately obvious that someone had taken the care to righten them before my arrival. I liked that.Plumb Job1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A lot of people believe that when the council (which is in fact a contractor hired by the council) come to do something in your house they decide how much care to take based on how the place looks. The theory is that if you don't take care of your home, the
Top 10: Predictions for 2009Top 10 Predictions for 2009Top 10: Predictions for 20096 years ago in Humor More Like This
10. US Dollar collapses, new Skittles-based economy implemented.
9. DeviantArt and Google merge. Entire world embraces dA as a new paradigm for peace and love, and art appreciation soars. Wars cease and defense budgets are instead diverted to the act of creation, not destruction.
Literature community is still ignored.
8. Honda introduces new plasma-powered hybrid car, solving both homeless and energy crises simultaneously.
7. Apple's next gen iPhone released. Weighs 4 pounds, has a full-sized keyboard, 14" LCD panel, and a lid that closes. People stand in line and pay $6000 USD to own one.
6. Time travelling Abe Lincoln shows up at President Obama's inauguration and delivers high-fives to everyone.
5. Britanny Spear's career continues to emit enormous sucking sound.
4. Vast new reserves of oil are located on the moon. First interplanetary war begins as BP and Chevron fight
We are AssassinsNo matter how much blood we spillWe are Assassins1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
No matter how many graves we fill
Forever we are meant to fight
We work in the dark, to serve the light
Promise Me...It was the perfect opportunity. The time was set just right.Promise Me...10 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
Assassins Through the Ages- Chapter 2Age 6Assassins Through the Ages- Chapter 29 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