Controled Chaos - Sakurabot 03It was now almost 2 months ago that Hinata had disappeared and had been 1 month since Sakura suffering the same fate as Hinata before. The whole village was in an uproar and Tsunade was afraid that possibly Akatsuki was behind this. It had, however, took quite a while to figure out that a mission to Hinata, Sakura and Naruto had been sent was merely been a forgery.Controled Chaos - Sakurabot 039 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Is there anything new about the whereabouts of the three?" She asked Shizune.
"Unfortunately, not Lady Hokage." She said sadly and Ton-Ton squeaked sad.
Tsunade slammed her fist in frustration on her desk one, so that this trembling under the weight and it cracked easily. Shizune winced at this outburst.
"How could something happen? A fake mission! Shizune, who has approved this for?"
"Well ..." Shizune began hesitantly but firmly. "That you were yourself Lady Tsunade."
Shizune took a firmer stance.
"You approved it yourself, Lady Tsunade, together with all other documents that have weeks long piled on your desk
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
BlissThe moment where time stops.Bliss4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moment you fall in love
for the first time.
The moment of gentle warmth,
spreading throughout your body,
lifting you up.
The moment where
everything is perfect.
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
FF : She'd Been a GoddessFF : She'd Been a Goddess2 years ago in Romance More Like This
She was a dance of winter blue,
A determined flame of cold white dawn.
Her eyes, once a child’s, now deepened to an ocean,
A timeline of loneliness and suppression.
She’d become an adult.
All child-like desires restrained—
Seeing her this way makes my heart ache.
In her youth, she’d been a goddess,
An ethereal howl of biting winter wind.
Never holding back.
Now she stands,
A mere whisper choking the storm inside.
I want her to scream,
To let go of this tranquil heresy
And call forth all the corners of her wild heart.
I want her to be free.
Thoughts Around A SunsetWill I go down like the sun?Thoughts Around A Sunset3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Will I go anywhere?
Something about seeing the sun going down
makes me feel like I should feel a certain deepness;
there's just so much strength and meaning to it.
It gives me that tough love, telling me I need
to be stronger; it makes me want to break all the walls in my way;
it tells me I can but it won't be anywhere near easy, tough love again.
These are feelings and fears inside of me,
but I don't know why hard work scares as well as inspires me.
Must not have anything dishonest here right now.
I feel a change or a want for a change from
the beauty and value of this sunset;
I want it and fear it so much, but I know I want it more!
The thought of being beautiful like a sunset
inspires me and makes me nervous simultaneously,
but the fear is not huge;
I can get rid of it by thinking of the greatness of what's on the other side,
Though I can never permanently exterminate it.
What's with this fear of change anyway?
I should be afraid of staying at thi
Love and Love Again CH1Harry Potter looked across the muggle bar, sipping on his beer. Heavy hardcore muggle music was blaring in his ear. He tapped his fingers to the beat, looking at the muggles dancing through the dark room. Stobe lights were flashing, and stage smoke was filling the place. His green eyes came along one body in the smoke. The man was swinging his hips gracefully, making Harry stare. Through the smoke Harry saw that the man was wearing a ripped white shirt with black skinny jeans, fitting his butt perfectly, which is what Harry was staring at. As man turned around while he was dancing, Harry noticed he had a piercing on his top lip. Harry also notice he was dancing by himself. Harry only had a single beer this night, he finished it and payed for it. He looked back over, the blond was still dancing. Harry sat there for a few more minutes, starring at the blond's butt. He finally got enough courage to weave into the dancing crowd to reach the man.Love and Love Again CH14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When the song ended, Harry whispered into th
A Piano Song Love gracefully grows in the meadows of our hearts,A Piano Song4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
showing us our gold is in reach.
So dance in the heavens of never giving in.
In the dawning sky, I see something more,
like a door to open,
but what lies inside?
Hopefully not anything that leads to a
but something that will take me,
while I never look back,
to a place where I can open my eyes
and take a breath
knowing that finally that part of me I've been fighting is gone―
not temporarily―forever more.
And all my days I live as peaceful and pure
and my heart a freshly watered garden.
I'll never take a step backwards again,
except for when it's time to go,
but there's something so beautiful
that I can't take my eyes off of it.
There are new flowers to behold,
inside of you;
their spring is your smile
Sadness blinds you,
of not only sunshine, but also of the truth.
We've all had it, or have it, or will have it,
but don't stop there.
We kill ourselves everyday
with problems we look at
Honesty Blows Her HairShe is Spring's first bloom;Honesty Blows Her Hair3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She fills any dried out river
with her smile;
She is every wish made on a shooting star.
You can't help but feel your heart
in your chest in the presence of her.
She'll take your gray and make a rainbow.
Her delicate hands will always touch you
with every ounce of her love,
and bring out your ever fair orchid
A kiss from her gives you wings
to fly from your troubles,
and fly above the clouds when they
cover the moon.
You've never seen a rose
like the one in her hands.
You've seen beauty, but never
felt it like the one from her soul.
Has anyone ever explored the worlds
in her eyes?
She'd gladly let you in.
For her, the sky rains love;
the oceans of stars ignite,
and hate collapses.
At the start of your pain;
when you even think about abandoning
hope, you'll see her shining in the sun,
while honesty blows her hair.
She falls for beastsRuthless winds and raging seasShe falls for beasts3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A link so poles apart from ease
So darkly distinctive
As glitter from dirt
To sorrowfully know, addictive....
Hacked pleasures do hurt
This bond between man and monster
So firm, so unbreakable...shakes a mad red heart
Yet so forbidden, cries pushed away as an imposter
Our tie we hold till our knuckles bleed pulled apart
Destructive beliefs and demolishing dreams
How long will my people hold my love chained to their ugly screams
But I'll never rise because I've fallen forever
So intense, so deeply...
In a hopeless feeling of adore and pain we share together
Summon giants and bulldozers to fail to pick me up cheaply
Not being much soul of an unpleasant preacher
Yet he is a creature
And to bear my dear lush of torture
Yes, he's my creature
Identity War - Chapter 4Shadow chased him, and then he began to hear cries and shouts from familiar werehogs, even small infants. He saw how the vampires attacked the few werehogs that existed.Identity War - Chapter 43 years ago in Drama More Like This
Silver roared, both furious and scared for his pack. There was no way they could win this, and for that Shadow began crying. He then realized that Sonic was the leader and that he had decided this attack. The emerald eyes of Sonic struck on Shadow’s mate. If there was someone he wanted to kill, it was none less than Silver.
He had ordered the other vampires to trap the werehogs and lock when he was about to kill their leader. Shadow refused to let it happen and ran up to Silver to embrace him as he looked at Sonic, who was standing before them with bloodlust, directly to the ivory werehog.
"You won’t kill my mate! Or the other werehogs!” He growled. “Can’t we have peace?”
Sonic was turning sadder when Shadow kept protecting the werehogs; he started missing the old times when Shadow w
.: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
Carry Your PainCarry Your Pain3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Carry your pain onto my grave,
with an unnamed tombstone,
but an image of an angel in sorrow,
with tears of blood flowing from its eyes,
and darkness covering its face,
with its wings broken,
and feathers into pieces,
send your flowers onto my grave,
that shall not be named,
unnamed grave with an open casket,
in black with blood spattered from the tears,
of the angel of sorrow,
break the rose into petals,
counting how many tears,
have flown from your pain,
cast your sorrows onto my open grave,
where only the darkness lies in emptiness.
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