Where can we find our peace state of mind?Where can we find the peace state of mind?Where can we find our peace state of mind? in General Fiction More Like This
Do we find it in our conscious?
Do we find it in our subconscious?
Do we find it in our mind?
Or do we find it in our heart?
Or do we find it in our soul?
I tend to find my peace state of mind in my soul. I shut my eyes and look deep down to find that my soul is quiet. My heart becomes calm. I look upon my past, and my heart breaks – break upon half. I fail to seek my humanity. Losing my humanity the first time around was easy; I didn't know what was going on. It was as if darkness had absorbed me and torn me apart right when milliseconds were running by. My heart raced, jumped and screamed for help, but the shallow water still consumed me to nothingness. I tried to find my heart, but it was too broken to pieces to be found. I tried to regain myself, and gather what I had. But in the end, I found that I had nothing of nothing. I tried to survive the best that I could with my half of a dead heart, but I had no more faith. I couldn't believe any
Do mankind make their own choice?Do mankind make their own choice?Do mankind make their own choice? in General Fiction More Like This
It has been said that 65% of the people do not make their own choice.
For example, in an experiment - two men were asked to sit in two separate rooms with one man seated with a doctor.
The man seated with the doctor was asked by the doctor to press the button to shock the man.
The doctor promised, "Do not worry. I will take full responsibilities."
65% of the people pressed the button knowing that will not take full responsibilities.
This was just like World War II.
The German Trial.
I was on trial. My testimony seemingly just like a lie.
My comrades say that the main "heads" of the Nazi Party had ordered them, commanded them and that they only followed order. That got them a lower punishment, or sometimes - no punishment at all.
I was told to say the same thing. Every soldier was.
I had no choice.
I was forced.
I was told to obey orders my whole life.
Mankind could not make their own choice at the time.
And they might never be able to.
WWII Cherokee gets captured p2WWII Cherokee gets captured p2 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Shortly after being captured Cherokee was knocked out. She remembered pieces as she came to and from the wake and the sleeping worlds.
She remembered screams of innocent Jewish people, the smell of freshly burnt flesh. Her eyes watering slightly from the smoke coming from it and the gas from the gas chambers just were exactly was she?
Back at base camp were France, China, Russia, England, Canada and America were stationed. America was in the hospital tent with a cast over his ankle.
"She did the right thing." England said after America informed him of what happened. America stared at him with hardened eyes and knocked the tray of food of the table
"BULLSHIT!" He shouted taking France who was also in the tent back a bit by his sudden out burst
"America you know as well as I do if you were to get caught then the war would be basically over. Cherokee's much less importa-." Arthur said but he was cut off by Alfred throwing a knife at him
"Don't you dare say she's not as important
How Eskimo and Cherokee metHow Eskimo and Cherokee met in Fan Fiction More Like This
Cherokee's breath was shallow, she felt weak but she had to keep going.
Deeper into the mountains She thought to herself desperately. America was trying to get rid of her and her family. Take away their tongues make her like him. She refused like much of her family.
Cherokee hissed in pain as another person that was of Cherokee blood and from her part of the people died due to the hands of an American soldier. She coughed up blood as one by one she could hear the screams of terror as children were being taken away from their families the old and weak where dying in the snow and the young warriors were being shot.
I feel so tired. Cherokee thought falling to her knees not feeling the slow on the ground and now realizing that these mountains she did not know.
I feel so cold. Cherokee thought too tired to shiver from the blistering cold.
Am I dying?
Then for Cherokee everything went black. Went she slowly awoke later she felt warm and comfortable.
Rock n' Roll and MistletoeRock n' Roll and MistletoeRock n' Roll and Mistletoe in General Fiction More Like This
"Ugh! I can't believe this!"
You were standing outside in the shin high deep snow in front of your house, waiting for the guys. The street was deserted save for a few cars trapped by snow. You stood there in a long, thick, warm coat that only helped so much since underneath you wore (party clothes that aren't warm). Thus you were freezing. You had on snow boots and in your hand was your favorite matching shoes. Strands of hair whipped wildly around your face.
"Where are those idiots?! I can't BELIEVE they are leaving me hanging like this!" you grumbled jumping up and down to warm yourself.
The sound of crunching snow reached your ears and you saw a dark van roll on down the street. Sprayed on the side of it was various artists work in a colorful array. As it stopped in front of you the drivers window rolled down and a blond head stuck it's head out.
"Sorry we are late love. These daft cows held us up." Arthur, aka
AC: Brotherhood OC TemplarAC: Brotherhood OC Templar in Fan Fiction More Like This
Name: Saint Omicidio la Morte
Height: 6' 3"
Time period: Renaissance
Hair: (Colour and length) Shaved Head, no hair
Assassins, Templars or neutral?: Templar
Strengths: Brute Strength, Stamina, Heavily Armored
Weaknesses: Low Sight, due to mask, slower due to armour.
Clothing: Heavily plated body, helmet,
Physical Characteristics: (What so they look like?) Moderately Tall, muscular, vain
Weapon: (What do they fight with? A blade maybe or fists?) Broadsword, but advanced gear is Long Sword
Fighting Style: Engaged combat, by starting it first, not very effective in chases.
Profession: Overseeing other Templar agents for Cesare
Fears: (What are they afraid of?) Being alone, wide open spaces
Goals: Stop all assassin conduct in Italy
Habits: Prayer, Sacrificing Assassins to God
Personality: Very commanding but not to talkative.
Flaws: He has a soft spot for water (hydrophobia)
Peculiarities: (What makes them unique? Why are t
YouTube meets Ragnarok Online"Have you ever wished upon a shooting star, just praying for your journey to go well and to meet a lot of new friends?"YouTube meets Ragnarok Online in Fan Fiction More Like This
Miimloo sat on a rock, watching the night sky that seemed to reach on for eternity. A quiver with Silver Arrows was hung on her shoulder, and a Gakkung Bow laid next beside her.
"I think that's a beautiful thougt", Shardin said. "It's rare for people to have reasonable dreams nowadays." He took up his lute and started playing "Assassin in the sunset" on it, but was quickly interupted by BlackWorufu. "Bah, I've already got the friends I need! What I'm looking for is that rare Angelic Cardigan I've heard so much about! The Super Novices would buy it at any price!" She smirked and hugged her Baphomet doll. "Not to mention THESE little pretties! Every kid is going to want one of my cute dolls, and I'll make their parents pay a fine prize for them!"
"That's a less beautiful thougt." Shardin said, putting down his lute. "You're a moneywhore, Blacky."
"Don't call me Blacky!!
Je Vous Anch'io Ti Amo (Hetalia AU) Ch04Je Vous Anch'io Ti Amo (Hetalia AU) Ch04 in Drama More Like This
It was a sudden knock at the door that got Matthew back into the living; he was awoken by a rather firm one at that. Pushing himself up, he looked out the window and saw Alfred standing there with a rather annoyed person. Odd, wasn't Alfred supposed to come back tomorrow? So why was he at the door?
With his curiosities alone, Matthew got off the couch, knowing that Arthur was now in the kitchen preparing dinner, and answered the door. He looked up at the woman that was standing there, her shocked expression on her face. Oh, this must be Alfred mother, he guessed. For just a second he looked into her eyes, her green eyes that seemed to have warmness written in them, before retreating to Arthur.
The woman watched this boy return with Arthur, hiding behind his leg. Arthur looked at the lady, hugging her, "Elizaveta! Oh love, how I missed you! How was the business trip?!"
Elizaveta laughed, kissing her husband on the cheek, "Very good! Also, hope you don't mind, but I picked up THIS one he
Nie zawsze mozna wygrac [PL]Nie zawsze mozna wygrac [PL] in General Fiction More Like This
German version (original): » Man kann nicht immer gewinnen
Nie zawsze można wygrać
Piasek ustępował pod jego stopami skrzypiąc jak sypki śnieg. Z trudem brnął w górę kolejnej wydmy pociągając za sobą cugle konia. Pustynia, za dnia duszący, rozżarzony piec, nocami racząca dotkliwym zimnem, była dla niego obszarem, do którego jeszcze nie przywykł. Wolałby teraz przebywać w puszczy Brokilonu lub na zielonych bezkresach Dol Blathanny. Jednakże był wiedźminem, łowcą potworów do wynajęcia, dzięki mutacjom odpornym na choroby i niewrażliwym na pogodę. Jego mlecznobiałe włosy – obok sztucznie ulepszonej sylwetki, pełnej kontroli pracy źrenic i ciele wytrenowanym z myślą o walce mieczem, tylko jeden z efektów ubocznych odbiegającej od ludzkiej fizjologi – niemalże lśni
La guerra del olimpo 8La guerra del olimpo 8 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mientras transcurre el tiempo, en medio de un lugar sombrío y solitario donde no llega ni siquiera la luz del sol, se encuentra erigido un enorme templo que esta rodeado de distintas y misteriosas energías, Agtruno y sus dos hermanos Eminia y Fenrul han convertido esa zona en su guarida, nadie se imagina los terribles sucesos que se avecinan, cuando cae la media noche en los alrededores que rodean ese lugar maligno se escuchan sonidos indescifrables y extraños, la gente que vive cerca siente temor y nadie se atreve a acercarse mucho, de hecho muchos lugareños han decidido mudarse por temor a que los demonios estén cerca de allí.
Un día Agtruno medita en silencio por largas horas, hasta que repentinamente abre los ojos y con una sonrisa maligna mira a sus dos hermanos después les dice: "creo que estamos en nuestro mejor momento, es hora de atacar, pero antes de hacerlo debemos obtener algo que nos hace f