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Defi 3 - Difference(s)Disclamer : Cette nouvelle a été écrite dans le cadre d'un défi d'écriture. Le thème était "Différence(s)".
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¤ Temps d’écriture : 14 jours
¤ Longueur de texte : entre 2000 et 3000 mots
¤ Ne PAS utiliser le mot "et"
Un tour du destin. Un hasard étrange. Ils sont contraires et pourtant... Keanu et Tadashi ne s'y attendaient pas mais voilà que cela bouleverse leur vie.
Dans le monde il y a une multitude de gens. Aucun n’est le même mais certains sont pareils. C’est ce qui fait la beauté du monde. Mais c’est aussi ce qui fait de lui un enfer. Les Hommes se rassemblent selon leur apparence, leurs idées, leurs opinions, leur vie… Ils se divisent, se mettent à se haïr, à
Defi 2 - The BearDisclamer : Cette nouvelle a été écrite dans le cadre d’un défi d’écriture. Le thème était « Réécriture contemporaine d’un conte ». J’ai choisi le conte « Blanche-Rose et Rose-Rouge ».
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¤ Temps d’écriture : 14 jours
¤ Longueur de texte : entre 1500 et 3000 mots
Un homme en quête de vengeance… Son but est le même, mais la finalité change petit à petit… A cause d’elles.
Un coup de feu. Un cri étouffé. Une pluie aussi dense qu’un rideau d’eau. C’était la fin d’une traque, la fin d’un calvaire de plusieurs années. Il avait passé tellement de temps à le chercher
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La LiberteDISCLAMER : Voici un "défi d'écriture"... en réalité, c'est venu d'une conversation skype où l'on réclamait de l'aide pour un devoir qui était "Ecrivez un discours sur la liberté (actuelle) à la manière des orateurs antiques. Taille : recto A4" Je me suis finalement prêtée au jeu, me sentant soudainement inspirée !
La liberté. Celle de parler, celle de penser, celle de se mouvoir… Celle de vivre tout simplement. Cette liberté que chacun des êtres peuplant notre Terre devrait acquérir dès sa naissance. Cette liberté que quelques uns arrachent à ceux qui n’ont pas la force de se battre. Cette liberté qui sous couvert d’être étendue à tous, restreint en réalité les possibilités de la majorité au profit d’une minorité forte. Cependant, qui connait la véritable liberté ? Qui d’entre vous sait
[Event] Saint Valentin 2014 - Son dernier sommeilVoici le deuxième texte réalisé pour la Saint Valentin 2014
Son dernier sommeil - Maëlys Tremblay
Voici les derniers mots que Lauraline entendit avant de sombrer dans son dernier et éternel sommeil. Grâce à eux, elle pu clore ses yeux un sourire à jamais figé sur son visage ovale. Elle avait pu sentir une dernière fois la chaleur de cet homme qui lui offrait enfin son cœur. Elle avait pu partir heureuse.
Loin d’avancer dans le temps, revenons en arrière. Pourquoi ? Comment ? Qui ? Vous vous demandez surement pourquoi tout commence si mal, ne vous en faites pas, les lignes suivantes vous diront tout ce que vous avez à savoir. Êtes-vous prêts à entendre l’histoire de Lauraline ? Alors…
Lauraline était la jeune princesse d’une contrée reculée du nord. Le froid, la neige et la glace encerclait son modeste
11:Elle's Wedding Day"Miss! Miss!" Thomas cried.
Elle opened her eyes with a groan to find Thomas leaning over her, his little hands on her shoulder as he tried to shake her awake.
"What time is it?" She croaked.
Stretching, she turned onto her side and glanced at the porthole, frowning when she saw that it was still dark.
"It's just after dawn!" Thomas said, sitting beside her on the narrow bed.
Elle sighed, tugging the thin sheet more tightly around her shoulder. She had made it a habit to sleep as late as she could, not because she was depressed, she assured herself, but because it meant less time spent anywhere near Elias, and more time spent devising a plan.
"Why on Earth are you waking me up so early?" Elle asked, just as a deafening BOOM rocked the ship.
Elle shot up in the bed, grabbing Thomas protectively around the shoulders. "What the hell was that?" She shrieked.
Thomas laughed. "It's alright Miss, just a signal shot to let Tearny know we intend to make port."
Elle stood up and stretched
EG Sample Chapter 1
A boy of nobility becomes a page, a page becomes a squire, and a squire becomes a knight. Only then does a son of privileged blood become a man in the mountains of Nebo.
To become a page, a boy needs only to reach the tender age of eight. An inevitability. To become a squire, a page needs only to reach the age of twelve. An inevitability. To become a knight, a squire must endure four years of arduous training to condition both his body and soul in such a way that befits a professional warrior and pleases the Phoenix.
At the end of this training, the squire is put to the test. He must earn his knighthood by engaging in combat and killing at least one of his kingdom’s enemies. After completing this task as to which the outcome is most uncertain, only then can a squire become a knight.
Pokemon Crossover Origins ch.2
Many centuries pass as the Royal sisters continued to keep the peace and delicate balance between nature, Ponies, Pokemon, and the cosmos. And just as the ponies have become dependent, and symbiotic to the pokemon, the Legendaries have formed a bond with the Royal Princesses because of their shared the responsibilities of bringing out the sun and moon. No one felt as much as a bond with the Princesses than the Legendary birds. They originally bestowed on them their great powers, and they gave the sisters the honor to seek an audience with the creator of all life, both Pokemon, and Pony, in his likeness.
Arceus ascended from the cosmos, and blessed the Princesses with one more gift. For, just as he has given the Pokemon their own variety of types and elements, the Ponies have their own special elements. He bestowed onto them the Elements of Harmony to aid them in their responsibilities in keeping the peace and balance. For many years, it helped the Princesses, and it sprang many legends
When life gives you CreepyPasta. Chapter IIIWhere were you? Oh yes..
You continued to cry out in fear as you laid in a little shivering ball on the cold forest floor. You could just barely make out Them yelling at each other for some reason. Not that you cared really, you just didn't wanna die. I take it back! All those times I said I hated my life! I take it back, I love my life. I DON'T WANNA DIE! I LOVE MY LIFE! You continued to cry but they slowly subsided into quiet sobs and now, you could finally make out what they were saying.
"It was BEN's fault she got so scared! He was standing right behind her!"
"My fault! I'm not the one who was holding up a knife and grinning at her when she ran into her bedroom!"
"Well, what about Smiley!?"
"Smiley's just a dog! Don't blame him, he's a sweetheart!"
You flinched back and let out a yelp as something wet and cold nudged your hair. You froze, feeling your blood run cold. Why you turned to look at it, you weren't exactly sure why. But you did. You closed your eyes and let out a s
Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.23
Pitch Black, the Boogeyman, was someone you had never truly believed in and had hardly ever heard him mentioned. Maybe you should have paid attention when Jack had mention him, but you had disregarded him and had forgot what he had mention about such a man.
He was bad. That is what you knew; Pitch Black was what nightmares were made of, or what commanded them. Your thoughts were muddled by your nightmare, by his appearance in your reality, by your mother’s and Ruben’s reaction when you kept screaming for them to turn around and look at the threat behind them.
There was another fact that couldn’t be ignored by your analytical mind, and that was how his sole presence affected the atmosphere of the room, the attitude of those inside the room, how he was able to affect the state of your mind.
I should have paid attention,’ you thought, and the previous thoughts you had had before the nightmare were partially answered; Jack hadn’t been a fixation
Madoka Magica - Witch Ideas
The Reaper Witch, with a heartless nature. This Witch sees no concern for humans, taking the souls of any human she sees fit. However, instead of eating these souls, she stores them safely in her Barrier among many others, as she sees this as saving them from physical pain.
The Valkyrie Witch, with a selfish nature. She will protect anything and anyone that she considers to be hers. Those who harm them will suffer a horrible revenge. Anyone who does not desire her protection will have their minds taken away.
The Butterfly Witch, with a lonely nature. She desires to have company. She absorbs others into herself so that she won't be alone. However, she will endlessly seek more companions. She desires the companionship of other witches the most.
The Toad Witch. Her nature is laziness. She is a Witch that avoids working, preferring to lay on the lily pad in her Barrier and watch as the sky chan
Last Winter [JackFrostxReader]
Never had you liked the snow when you where younger. It was too cold, too wet, and it came to cause too much trouble. That is, when it happened to snow in the state you lived in, which was hardly frequent. The wind that came with that freezing weather was your absolute enemy, blowing straight through your body and through you bones.
Yes, you still remember those two days long ago, when you were a child of eight and had to walk to school because your mother said it was the best method. The bus didn't go into that part of the city and the school was close and your mother was always too busy with work so she couldn't take you. The cold came very late in the year, but when it arrived, it came with a vengeance.
It was not during December when those two horrible days happen, but during the middle of February and it came with no warning. The previous week had been beautiful, with a bright sun, mild cool winds, and in the blink of an eye the city had been covered in snow.
It was horrible
7 Minutes in Heaven Dragon Age - FenrisTitle: 7 Minutes in Heaven Dragon Age - Fenris
Game: Dragon Age
characters/pairing: Fenris x Reader
Disclaimer: Bioware owns anything associated with Dragon Age. You own you. I only own the plot.
I let out an irritated sigh and walk towards Zevran and his helmet full of goodies, knowing that even if I refused to play, he and Isabella would’ve found a way to rope me back in. Once I reached the elf, I closed my eyes, not caring what I picked out. After fumbling around, my hand brushed across something soft. Intrigued, I grab the item and pull it out to see what it was. I feel my face heat up as I stared at the simple shred of red fabric I held in my hands, not needing to ask who’s item it was; I already knew that this was the red cloth that Fenris almost never removed from his wrist.