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Ave Stella Maris et Regina CaelorumHail Mary, full of grace-
I'm sorry. I don't remember the rest.
Maybe if I did then the idea of prayer wouldn't feel so much like begging.
The lessons I am told you mean to teach are not the lessons I have learned, and I do not think I was meant to be a martyr.
I have always dealt with my problems by building towers in my head to hide from them in, castles in the air that solve nothing and do not hinder anyone but myself. I am not brave. I am not kind. And I have been hurt so often that I do not think anyone will ever love me, because while broken things are beautiful, I have never been anything more than passably pretty since I was just walking, and there is not enough left of me to hold anything more than indifference. I have never loved easily, and I have never been loved by someone who was not obligated by blood to do so, and I do not know which one broke me first.
Once upon a time there was a little mermaid who dreamt of a soul of her own, and lost everything for it. Disney offere
I was only interested in keeping you safeDo you remember when we were fourteen, and you were in love with that girl's older brother? He was eighteen, the older man you'd always wanted, and he'd been courting you, or so you thought. You wanted him to kiss you, to hold your hand and show you what it meant to be a woman, not a girl. I told you to stay away from him, because I knew he'd already kissed my cousin, and she hated herself now, enough that she'd come to me crying and I had held her all night against the knives in the kitchen.
You thought I was jealous, that I wanted him too.
He was very beautiful. You talked about how hot he was, how strong and sexy his arms were. I talked about the dimple above his mouth and the echo of his cheekbones and the fine lines of his hands. I said I wanted to carve him open and discover the curves of his bones; you thought that meant I wanted to sleep with him, and tried to start a fight with me.
I wanted to kill him.
To that boy I used to knowNathaniel;
It rained again this morning. I went walking alone, down the misty road that leads toward town, and didn't mind the cold. The leaves have started falling, and the maple tree at the bottom of the hill stands bare, like it did the day you left. Maple trees will always make me think of you, with the wistful half-remembrance of a love gone by, even years into the future when we are both old and gray, living our separate lives without ever once meeting again.
I did love you, you know, even though we were just children; I don't think you believed me then, and have probably forgotten me by now, but I think I love you still, in some quiet way.
I still count the day you kissed me, under the maple tree in the back corner of the field below the playground, as one of the happiest days of my life. We'd been walking together, just the way we had every day since the day you smiled at me and took my hand across the space between our desks, my friends tittering as we wandered in wide, endles
TSP: AuditionThere were two people already in his office when Isaac opened the door that morning, a dark haired young woman in a flannel nightgown, quilted jacket draped over her shoulders, seated on the edge of his desk, and a red-head, stripped down to her shirtsleeves, apron tucked up at her hips, absently shuffling the pile of papers he'd left on the bookcase as they held a whispered argument.
"-really leave. Not till this afternoon-" the redhead was muttering under her breath, tapping the papers firmly against the wood so that they settled into a neat stack, probably alphabetized within an inch of their life by her furious efforts at organization.
She turned, startled, the inside of her knees pressed against the edge of his desk in a way that had to be painful, and pulled the jacket more securely around herself. The maid, (what was her name?) dropped the papers back on the shelf, already half in a defensive position, though what she intended to do with his least favorite novel
Anachronism: Introduction'Filthy whore! Selling herself for the price of a bed, without a care for the bodies she leaves behind. She'll bleed for that, the slut, her and all her kind.'
Emmaline Jones eyed the woman across the street, the handles of her bag clutched tightly in her hand. She'd been lucky, when she got out of prison. Her sister had taken her things before the neighbors could, and she'd been able to go back to her trade immediately. There was still the little matter of the whore who had betrayed her, after she'd killed the baby in her womb, but that could be taken care of. would be. Soon, even.
The couple retreated into an alley, Emmaline following, skulking in a doorway until the man came out again. Now was the time to be quick, open the bag and select a knife by the feel of the handle, slip into the shadows before she could leave as well, find another customer who might be a bit better off.
The whore had one hand down her corset, hiding her money where even the lightest fingered of client
TBOS Round 1The pub is warm and dimly lit, shadows pooling where the scattered lamps and firelight don't reach. Alice knocks the snow off her boots (one, two, pause, shuffle, one, two, an extra shake for good measure), before she steps inside, throat tightening against the smell of smoke and old brandy that permeates the air. On a frosty night like this, barely an empty seat remains, most of those simply waiting for their occupants to return from the bar. Alice feels very small as she makes her way through a forest of legs and conversations towards the counter, slipping quietly between expansive, flailing gestures and loud, friendly arguments.
The man behind the counter is old, laugh lines and wrinkles mapping out his history across his face, the dimple in his cheek and the crow's-feet beside his eyes speaking of a life lived well and with good cheer. His coarse gray hair, just long enough to curl over his collar, is thinning, a little, at the top of his head, but his short, well kept beard is sti
But I should be sleepingThere is a place
where the water meets the sky
and you and I once sat together
(but the perceptions of the heart
are clearer than the perceptions of the mind
and that place
still exists for me)
remind me to go there again
for you to come running up to meet me
for I have something to tell you
it means I love youlisten-
the conjugation of the heart
is not quite such a complicated thing
when I speak of you
(for I was born with your name upon my tongue,
the rhythm of your pulse in my veins
and the warmth of your smile under my skin)
and with every breath
the tenses of my blood
Kickstarter Ransom"Hrrpmrpm!" A dark haired pro female soccer player grunted out as she wore a bright green and black combination soccer uniform and she was carried into safe house by two goons who had the audacity to kidnap her during a live game. Despite being on the field along with all the other teams, security and the thousands of fans they somehow made off with her which the action was witness by millions.
"And there you go." A slim short guy said as his tall partner bound the female known as Amber to a chair with rope as more bound her wrists, knees and ankles. A thick knotted white cloth kept her gagged as she was secured into the simple wooden chair. "Good job Josh, now for part two of our plan."
"I still don't know about this Nick, will this really work?" He asked over Amber's grunted struggles as Nick pulled himself up to a computer which had a kickstarter new funding page on it.
"Of course Josh, you got to stay up to date with kidnappings and ransoms and what better way to ransom a famous so
A sad little dragon (working title)Some time ago, a blue dragon with green horns hatched out of a blue egg with green spots. He had a very big family, with lots of uncles, aunts, and many cousins. But he only had one sister; a purple dragon with red horns. The little blue dragon also had a Papa and a Momma, both of whom he loved very much.
But when the blue dragon was only beginning to learn to walk on his chubby little legs, his Momma dragon got sick. It wasn't a sickness you could see, like the measles or the chickenpox. Momma dragon changed, in a very scary way. She was angry, and mean to the other dragons. And one day, when the little blue dragon woke up, his momma was gone. All of the adults were very sad, especially Papa dragon.
"Where is Momma?" Asked the little blue dragon.
"She flew away, little dragon." Papa said.
"Where did she go?" Asked the little blue dragon.
"To a place very far away, where little dragons can never fly to."
The little blue dragon never saw his momma again. And he was sad.
Years went by, a
Allies x Reader: A new AllyI do now own hetalia or you!
(Name)= your name
(C/n) = country name
(E/c) =eye color
(H/l)= hair length
" " = actually speaking
' ' = what your thinking
(With the allies)
"Alright dudes!! Let's get this meeting goin!!" America shouted as he slammed his fist down on the table.
"Yes but where's (c/n)? They should be here considering their joining us today. Da?" Russia said. England nodded. "Obviously. Maybe it got lost." He said in a snarky tone. "It?" Russia said. "Well have any of you even seen them before?" England asked. They all shook their head. "Ohonon maybe it is a beautiful girl! Zhat would be nice oui?" France said. "She should be young. My boss said that she is about in her mid teens. Maybe 15, 16 aru." China said. Before anyone could say anything else could be said they heard the door slightly creek open. "H-hello? Is this the Allies meeting?" A small female voice asked. "Yes it is. Come in." Arthur said turning to the door. The door was opened wider to
Adobe Slabs Segment 3
A glass dish clanked against the cold metal sink. M fumbled to catch it. A pause in the conversation led M to believe the others probably stopped to look over at him. That, or because Billy had taken another long swig of beer. M couldn't be sure; he tried to play it off like nothing happened.
Billy exhaled. “She’s at home with my mom. She's been napping around this time every day lately. It works for me so I didn’t wanna break that habit.”
"Oh! That's convenient! A little disappointing though, I was hoping to meet her..."
“Daughter?” M said quietly, thinking it to himself more than anything.
All at once the three guests looked over at M.
"Like... Daughter, daughter?" M asked.
"Um." Billy started.
Princess Rabbit 1 (China x Reader)
(China x Reader)
Hey everyone! I just wanted to apologize on how late this chapter is…..seriously. I’ve been going through some continuous medical issues since Summer began and have recently been discharged from it all (thank goodness). Anyways, I want to get a great start on this along with my other stories! Thank you for being so patient so without further ado, Princess Rabbit.
Strongly based on the anime Princess Jellyfish and no, I will not be simply rescripting the anime I’m only basing the plot line around it, loosely at that.
“Are you sure you don’t wat one of us to come w
Virus - VT Series - #2: The UniversesWhile the three other siblings stared in shock, Bethany was the only one who pulled herself out of surprise to explain everything. She told them where they lived, who they were and about the YouTube channel. Like to her character, Gertrude managed to describe where they were.
‘We’re in a world called Garry’s Mod. Not this ‘Earth’. You said we’re in a game, yes? Well, that’s a real universe. Each game created has its own universe. And this is ours. Funny thing is, ours is right next to yours. That’s why we can see you so clearly.’
‘But how come you can see us?’ Bethany asked.
Gertrude shrugged. ‘Still figuring that out, honestly.’
Mature as she was, she was also gifted with not just kindness but intelligence too. She turned round to Papa and said, ‘If we can open the portal fully, then it’ll let them get into our universe. Maybe they can help with the-,’ she raised her eyebrows, hiding what e
Atomic Hearts 1 (Japan x Android!Reader)
(Japan x Android!Reader)
Hey everyone! I just wanted to apologize on how late this chapter is…..seriously. I’ve been going through some continuous medical issues since Summer began and have recently been discharged from it all (thank goodness). Anyways, I want to get a great start on this along with my other stories! Thank you for being so patient so without further ado, Atomic Hearts.
The Uncanny Valley
The smell of gas hung in the air, it’s strong yet pungent scent causing my nose to scrunch up slightly. It reminded me too much of the city, I didn’t like it, it made me miss my small countryside abode.
“Mr. Honda, I do believe that we can cha
Attack on Titan: VariousxReader | 3
Beyond and Within Chapter 3
"J-join the Survey Corps?"
Levi hummed in response, nodding his head at the same time. You looked down at the floor, thinking about what the Corporal just said. The question was so sudden, you felt like she didn't have time to think about it. If you did join, the house you lived in for her entire life would be left behind, abandoned to rot. But if you didn't, you would have to spend the rest of your time in splendid isolation from the rest of the world, waiting for visitors that rarely pass by.
"You don't have to answer right now," Levi added, after seeing the trouble you was having. "But we don't have much time."
"How much time do I have?"
You nodded in agreement. You felt the Corporal glance at you, before he got up and walked away. The sound of the door opening creaked th
TBOS Ref: Katy and CharlieName: Katy Frost
Description: Blond, brown eyes. Wears navy coveralls and a box cap. Works as a zoo-keeper, specifically for the penguins.
History: Katy is the youngest of two, and a vet. She's hoping for a promotion. She looks after 28 penguins.
Personality: Mostly cheerful, somewhat pessimistic. Snarky.
Abilities: Is a vet.
Description: Emperor Penguin. Black, white, has a beak.
History: Charlie was bred in captivity and likes fish.
Personality: Likes fish. Is curious about the outside world.
Abilities: Penguin. He's cute?
Taken by: The book. Katy has a page, but currently thinks it's litter, and has simply shoved it in her pocket.
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