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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
Attack on Titan x Reader - I'm in the Band (Ch. 1)[Author's Note: This is a college marching band AU. Since Reader-chan is a new freshman, she shall be expected to act shy. Also, Reader-chan shall play the clarinet. Apologies to anyone reading who does not play clarinet, but look on the bright side: You'll be clarinet buddies with Armin and Marco~!]
Chapter One: Introductions
My face flushed involuntarily as I quickly walked toward the many rows of fold-out chairs. I kept my eyes on the floor when my rear hit the chair at the end of the back row, and I tried my best to block out the loud chatter coming from almost every other mouth in the room. I was greatly outnumbered by strangers, what looked to be over a hundred other people seated in the giant rectangular formation of chairs set out at the front of the room.
I allowed my eyes to scan the room and its inhabitants. A man sat patiently at the front facing the crowd of people. I recognized him. He was Erwin Smith, the band director, the man for whom I had auditioned. He was ve
Hetalia X Neko Reader Pt14
Hetalia X Neko Reader
Lesson in Fighting
After breakfast Natalia lead (Name) to a room in the basement. The room is painted a light blue with various weapons, shields and armor around the room. What caught (Name) eye ere four pair of military uniform but before she could go look at them she was dragged across the room. (Name) watches as Natalia pulls out a practice dummy. The dummy looks like a crude rag doll with blond hair and light violet eyes. (Name) stares at it for a minute before she feels something being pressed into her hand. (Name) looks down to see Natalia giving her a small dagger. She takes it and examines it. It is slightly larger than her hand with a polished wood hilt and shiny silver blade.
“I saw many weapons in Japan nut nothing like this, it’s so small”
“It’s a dagger” Natalia says bluntly “I want you to stab the dummy with it”
“But I don’t want to” (Name) says
“This is self-defense, I am trying
Fools Gold (Netherlands x Reader)
(Netherlands x Reader)
Warning. This is not a happy story.
“I want a divorce.” His voice was cool and sharp, calming almost, as if the way those four words rolled off of his tongue without a care in the world, no sense of reluctance in them in the least. The words of anti that were soon to erupt from my own caverns held silent, my lips pushed tightly together in pure disbelief. I knew this was going to happen but…not this soon, not now. The tall man sat up from our love seat, the clink of his boots bruised against the carpeted floors; ignoring my face as if I didn’t exist. I heard the door slam, awaking me from my state of being before running to the door after him, the only thing in his wake was the entryway.
“Tim!” I was given no response aside from a look that I’d grown to
The Bank Job and Night Attack
"There you go miss, you've worked hard all day and so take the rest of the day off." A large man wearing a black ski mask told a young woman along with a bunch of other young women who all wore a blue bank outfit along with dark or nude tights and stockings and some still wore their high heel blue shoes while others lost theirs in a struggle.
They were all lined up behind the cashier counter, brown packing tape was wrapped around their upper bodies and wrists along with their ankles as several strips kept them gagged. They struggled and grunted on the floor as three males and their female boss was in the middle of robbing the bank they were in.
"Mfpmfffmfm!" They all grunted fearfully looking scared as the vice bank manager was just as scared and left unbound as she was pushed towards the vault.
"Open it, we don't want any of your employees getting hurt." The boss said with a smile as the vice manger stuttered out some words.
"I-I-I don't k-know how-"
"Ah ah ah, don't finish that sente
Faith of the Heart-Part 3-Ch 24Faith of the Heart
Part 3: Chapter 24
SHE'S IN LOVE
Written by DisneyFan-01
HTML Coding by Shadow20X6
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The day drifted along quickly and once the next morning came around, Marina and the boys spent the whole day with the daughters of Triton getting to know all of them better. Although Ariel spent most of her times on her own daydream, singing to herself, and swimming in circles like she was dancing, the sisters went on telling the gang all of their interests and hobbies.
As Marina did well in keeping her secret of really being a human with a disguise of a mermaid, the mer-sisters
Pluto X reader (One-shot)
You were walking And you were passing by the Phantomhive mansion when you were suddenly tackled you the ground. "HEY!" You cried as you hit the ground. Then you felt something licking your face. Opening your eyes you saw what looked like a boy licking you, which resulted in you blushing madly. "H-HEY, GET OFF!" You cried. "Why are you licking me?" The 'boy' continued to lick you. "Pluto!" A voice called. "Come here, Pluto!" The voice added. The 'boy' that was licking you got off of you and ran in the direction of the voice. You sat up and saw another boy.
"Sorry about Pluto." The other boy said. "He's really a dog, so he does that." You stared blankly, but then nodded. "My name is Finnian." The boy said. "I'm (Y/N)." You replied. Pluto went back over and tackled you again and resumed licking your face. Finnian sighed. "well, I tried to get him off of you, Miss (Y/N)." He said. You just giggled.
Pluto licked your face a few more times and then nuzzle
Mouse in the House: Chapter 1Corin shook nervously as he scampered through the crack in the wall. Corin was coverd in messy, grey fur. He had a mess of brown hear on his head, and big, golden eyes. A belt with tiny, makeshift tools was wrapped around his waist. He pushed a wheeled, wooden board ahead of himself, upon which sat a little rope. The rope was made from fishing wile, while the wheels were made of beads. Corin was followed by his brother Howey, who ran alongside him. They were followed by a few more of their fellow scavengers.
"Remember the plan." Howey said. "We sneak into the kitchen, grap some food, put it in the tray, and rush out.
"I know, I know." Corin protested, scratching his big fluffy ear. "I heard you the first time."
Corin and his friends were a race known as Neeras. They were part human, and part mouse. But mostly mouse. They lived in a world of giant, talking animals. Neeras, unfortunately, weren't giants; they were about as small as a giant's toe. Sometimes even SMALLER. That meant they h
Kile and Gib Role-Play: Revenge 1
It was a kind of cloudy day around. One in which it almost seems the world was quiet as everyone stays indoors and flips through their television channels to find nothing on to watch. Most all except for one. Kile was currently riding on his bike to his house in the gloomy day. He liked it like this because it was quiet and sometimes he could hear the distant roars and grumbles of thunder in the distance. Plus he never minded getting stuck in the rain because he was part shark. Eventually he headed down a gravel road off of the main road that wasn't far from the main house he stayed in. Once he reached the end, he chained up his bike like he always did in the garage of the two story house he often stayed in.
Kile headed in and took off his ball cap and shoes, then went into his big bedroom on the main floor to lay down. On his way he passed the den and took a small glance under the couch. It was his own force of habit now. He did it mostly out of anticipation that maybe he'd find
Alguna vez has oído esa frase muy popular de “LAS APARIENCIAS ENGAÑAN” ,bueno es verdad, pero también es mentira. Tal vez no te guste como eres y finges ser alguien falso, o tienes un mal día y finges que nada paso para no explicar por qué estas así, o todas esas veces en las que te preguntaron “Estas bien” y tu respondiste “si” cuando tú sabes que no es así. Dime cuantas veces no has ocultado tus lagrimas: en tu cuarto, en el baño o hasta en tus propios ojos… para que nadie se preocupe y piensen que estas perfectamente!!!! QUE ES UNO DE LOS MEJORES DIAS!!!!! Pues es mentira todas son apariencias y tu bien lo sabes, todos alguna vez hemos vivido eso, por razones personales o no. Bueno a mi me pasa eso todos los días, yo no soy real con nadie, ni siquiera conmigo misma, todos los días me veo al espejo y me digo “esta eres tu, todos creen que eres esta,, así que esta tienes q
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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