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Bringer Of Light Part I
Long ago before the greatest flood
God created man from dust and mud
But it was not of divine blood
So there was one who would not bow
He was cast down from on high
No more could he roam the sacred sky
"Take your kind down with you, but I
Shall give you a domain of your own"
So he took his followers down
They fell from Heaven to the ground
And then there was a terrible sound
The last sign of God's greatest wrath
So was the fall of angels fair
"You follow me, you've no place up there
The feathers from your wings now tear
To mark the breaking of the pact"
And so in Hell they built their abode
Where he ruled over lost, damned souls
And God would send down those he loathed
To suffer in the fiery pools
"The people of Earth are easy to tempt"
This he had noted without contempt
"And what if I should now attempt
To save them from a fate so cruel?"
"The great God who would keep them blind
And prompt them not to use their minds
Even if he puts on a face so kind
He's only looking to fill his own
Bleeding claws Raiding castles part 0: PILOT
Wind swept through the valley on a seemingly overcast night, no cat in the land would have foreseen the gruesome battle that lay ahead while the village cats slept and the kingdom guards stormed the farmlands where our story will take place.
Yowls of fighting cats and bewildered eyes pierced the night sky in the rural area of west kingdom where the peasants lived; guards swarmed through the burning village, searching for one cat in particular, the princess of the eastern kingdom; princess Ophelia, who had committed treason by abandoning the throne, swearing loyalty to a wanted group of traitors, and on top of that, having a kit with said leader of the traitors,,
As the village burned in the background a single tall hairless cat watch from afar, his unusually long ears and tail swayed in the wind as he stared at the sight, he gently lifted a cat from under his hat; a small white kitten,-barely a moon old-the kit mewed for milk, but however the kits' mother was
"Too bad we didn't get many people this year eh, Gus?"
Grunting his agreement, Gus bent over his specimen as he carefully carved out a triangle nose out of its flesh. "Three's good enough. One for each of us."
The younger male chuckled as he twirled his knife around. "Indeed! I'm done with mine. How's yours coming, Pol?"
"I'm having problems with mine.." An asymmetrical hole stared back at Pol as his brows furrowed in concentration. "What should I do, Tee?"
Tee, the youngest of them, shifted over to Pol's side and gave it a look over. He gave a theatrical wave of his hand and proffered, "Why not make everything asymmetrical? Just cut a zig-zag into the mouth here... and carve out the other eye like how you did this one."
Pol's mouth formed a large 'o' and his eyes widened in delight. "That's a great idea!"
Getting to work on it in a flurry, it took him less than three minutes to finish his masterpiece and he flipped it around for the other two to see. "Tada!" he proclaimed with a large
A woman in a bright pink jacket boards a bus. Her eyes are completely hidden by her sunglasses, and her head being covered by a brown beanie. She paid the bus fair with two one dollar bills, and sat across a man in a dark hoodie with a serious five o’clock shadow.
After the bus started moving again, she began to strike up a conversation with the hooded man. She seemed casual, talking about the weather and her experiences at work. However, her face was sweating despite the below freezing temperatures and her eyes were darting from left to right. It looks like she’s scared of something.
Around half an hour later, the woman gets up as the bus comes to a stop near an apartment complex. As she was leaving, she drops a note onto the hooded man’s lap. He picked up the note, read it, and nodded his head. She nodded back to him and started her walk to the complex.
Her nervousness appears much more apparent now, as her legs are shaking, and her breathing became
Peace Sells, But Who's Buying? [CG+BL fanfic pt1]
Blackmambauk: Hi everyone, we are finally here with Peace Sells But Who’s buying. Nearly a year after the first chapter of Roanapur Connection was released. Apologies for the length of time it’s taken for it to come out. Early versions done either didn't convey what was needed or feel like it flowed or did justice to the characters in question. To which I take full responsibility for as I feel i didn't outline stuff clearly to the commissioners chosen, who worked off what I gave them or what they interpreted from it. Along with my own attempts failing due to writers block on my part for months when it came to this chapter, Which is frustrating to deal with and why writing the chapters themselves is the least favourite part of it all for me.
This is despite writing on other chapters during the last year as well. So that you had something to read and because I needed to seed details and build stuff up for this chapter to land. A
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Berg Grey vs General Diphridias
General Keith Diphridias walked down the tunnels with his hands in his pocket as the gorilla puppet walked in front of him. The puppet was so large that no man could pass by it to reach Keith or the Sacred Guards behind him.
Lisa, Kyle, I am coming. Keith stopped when he heard the bells echoing throughout the tunnels. Letting out a hum, he quickened his pace and the gorilla remained in front of him. The general stopped at a fork in the tunnels, but heard the sound coming from both directions. They must have multiple stations down here. No telling how intricate these tunnels are.
Keith turned to the Sacred Guards, pointing down one tunnel. “You go that way and I shall go the other.”
“General, you’re going alone?” One Sacred Guard asked.
“I am a Diphridias Warrior, this is what I was born to do. Go!”
The Sacred Gu
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Hinote-Kaisen: Big Leagues 1
Hinote-Kaisen Season 1 Special: Big Leagues! Damion’s a pro baseball player for a day!
Sparx Stadium, Central City, 11:04 a.m.
Eddy Torre, the manager of the Capital City Union Baseball Club, walked into an office, where he was immediately met by a young secretary.
Secretary: Hello, Mr. Torre. Mr. Steinwaster is expecting you.
The man, who wore a gray pullover shirt, white pants with black pinstripes, and a gray baseball cap with the team logo, walked through a door, where he was met by a portly older man. This man, the General Manager, wore a brown suit with a matching tie that did nothing to hide his rotund physique. His bushy mustache wiggled on his upper lip as he spoke, a displeased tone in his voice
Steinwaster: Torre, you've got yourself in a big mess this time around! Those darned East City Blue Sox have tied up this three-game series to end the season, and are just one win away from winning the division.
Torre: Mr. Steinwaster, I know this seems bad, but this ball club h
[WINNER] Random Bustshot Raffle
I want to make a new raffle! It has no particular reason, I just want to do it xD
So, the prices aren't a big deal, but maybe some of you are still interested in it :3
I will generate 3 winners for this raffle!
First place will win a digital Bustshot drawing like this
The other two people get 1 animated pixel icon like this
Takashi comes down the stairs after taking a hot bath in the house's luxurious bathtub, and as he takes each step down towards the hallway, which leads to the kitchen entrance and living room area, he sees some lights coming from the kitchen, and he wonders of who's wandering around in the safe house of Shizuka Marikawa's friend. When he enters the hallway, he decides to investigate the cause to the light being turned on, and suddenly he hears someone or something move objects from by the noises coming from the kitchen. He isn't sure about who or what it might be, but he hopes, that it's one of the girls playing around with food.
As he stands at the border between the entrance towards the hallway and kitchen, his face becomes very red of blushing, and nosebleed begins to pour out of his nostrils, while he's trying to keep it in with his hand, but it's futile, as to what he sees right in front of him. Without even noticing Takashi, Saeko t
Jaycee's story part 2
"oh sweetums, it's nothing to worry about..you are a growing boy, you will eventually grow out of it," said Jaycee's mom, comforting Jaycee, who had finally started to notice his increasing weight. During the last month, all the munching and stuffing had escalated Jaycee's weight from 115 pounds to 124 pounds.
Now his bony midsection was starting to form a small potbelly with small love handles forming, his size 30 boxers were getting a bit too tight on him lately and his slightly chunky thighs had visible fat on them too..the gap in between his legs had filled a bit ...Jaycee's face too was getting a bit puffy and his slightly visible cheekbones were completely hidden under fat now. His bony ribcage was covered with a new soft layer of fat with small moobs starting to form, and to make it worse Jaycee had noticed all this just a week before the PE test and he knew that something had to be done else he would get in trouble, but his mom to
Jaycee's story part 1
It was just another day in 11- year old Jaycee's life as he lay on his couch watching TV. Jaycee was just like your ordinary 11-year old guy...nothing out of the ordinary, standing at 5"5 (he sure was a bit tall for his age) he weighed just 115 pounds, he was your average build with a bit of tan and brown eyes.
As Jaycee lay down on his couch watching TV, he suddenly came across an advertisement for The Chubster Collection, a company which made garments especially for kids and adults on the heavier side, watching the kids walk around shirtless with their huge bellies and swollen moobs on display gave him a weird feeling , but this feeling was short lived as Jaycee's thoughts were interrupted by his mom's call for dinner . Jaycee was elated to find that his mom had made lasagna - his favorite dish, and so he dug in..taking seconds and thirds and cleaned off the whole thing..after dinner Jaycee felt a lot of strain in his abdomen and was going to his room to change when his mom told him
Jaycee's Story Part 7
"Just a step further..*err*" said Jaycee, very desperate to climb to the staircase with the help of Keith. After his monstrous breakfast, he decided to take a bath and clean up .
: 2 Hours Ago :
After shoving down what could be equivalent of a week worth of food for an average person into his bottomless pit, Jaycee had finally outgrown his 'eating couch' which not only creaked loudly underneath his immense weight, but the legs of the furniture had started to crackle. The noise of the chair crackling gave Jaycee the happiness which one gets on hearing one of those Edvard Grieg classics, and he knew what he had to do next.
"Bring me another tray of eclairs and...... another cake, now!"
"As you say master." replied Keith in his usual calm tone, and went into the kitchen, returning with a three-level trolley, laden with the most fatteni
Hi, My name is Kenny : Chapter 3
A week into Simon's arrival and things were already starting to look good for me. He was this "Spoiled kid with rich parents" in everyone's eyes, and this gave his friends a couple of Obvious 'perks', but before that I just wanna take you all down memory lane on how I was introduced to Simon.
So the day Simon had arrived, it was all Showbiz for him, marching down the corridor like a king, he introduced himself to all the kids at the hostel and surprisingly...they got their head around how fat he was, to label him as a 'cool' kid...Yeah! Believe me reader...In my entire life upto that point, I had never, ever heard of a fat kid being called as 'Cool', it was almost like an Oxymoron to me. But that day, when my mates Whispered- "How cool he is" It just dawned on me that Simon really is special. This kid got done what many would think to happen in an alternate world, cause fat kids ain't cool in our world, they are funny and meant to be picked on, but this guy made his presence felt and i
Like an Open Book
Allan Foucault was spending his Friday afternoon reading on the sofa, while he watched the raindrops fall down the window. At least he was not stuck out there, but could instead get lost within a good book from the comfort of his living room. Just before he could glance back at the pages, the front door was being pounded furiously, interspersed with the doorbell ringing incessantly.
Through the oak came the voice of a girl, yelling, “I know someone’s in there!”
He expelled a sigh. That was his sister, all right. Her classes must have let out for the day. Had she forgot her umbrella again? It was not as though the weatherman had not forecasted rain for the afternoon.
“Hurry up!” she yelled.
He rose and placed his book on the arm of the sofa, and then made his way to the door and pulled it open.
“I’m coming! Sheesh!”
A rather annoyed eight-year-old stared back at him. Rainwater filtered through her blonde hair and flowed down her body, leav
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