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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
The Princess Saves HerselfCisna Duchy, a princess of great royal status was quickly approaching her 21st birthday and upon be coming of age her father the King would step down and hand the crown and throne over to her as years of tradition dictated.
However, if Cisna was unable to make it to the coronation, her cousin Isara would then be made queen instead. Everyone thought the two cousins loved and got along with each other but deep down Isara badly wanted to become the next queen
On the eve of her coronation some bandits broke into the castle on the orders of Isara to kidnap Cisna.
Cisna who had dark long hair had just finished her bath and was settling down to go to sleep in her bed clad in her long dark pink dress robe with white thick socks and just as she was closing her eyes she heard a soft struggle outside her doors. As she got up the door to her bedroom opened and the bandits came rushing in with her maid bound and thickly gagged and held between one of their arms.
"No! Let her go!" Cisna cried
Tainted | Snk x Male!Reader [Chapter 1]
Don't forget to go read the prologue.
The sun shone brightly against the backdrop of a baby blue sky; clouds hovering overhead in all their fluffy glory. It was hot enough to be wearing short sleeved shirts, but the uniform of the Trainee Corps restricted the access to having a cool day. It didn't help that the trousers were scratchy and tight, and it didn't help that the jacket clung to their scrawny arms. However, none of the recruits seemed to be complaining. Each had a dream; each had a goal to accomplish. There wasn't a single soul stood on these particular ground that was there just to simply be there. Some had the hopes of making it into the Military Police, where they'd be safe in the center of the walls and never have to worry about dying a painful death to the Titans. These young men and women could be viewed as cowards by some people, but others admired them. Whilst other people chose to deal with lives in their respective district, the people stood here at lea
Blood, Sweat and Tears Ch 05
Blood Sweat and Tears Ch 05
Bertrand spent last night at Nadia’s place doing tons of activities with Nadia. Most of the time they spent watch TV together and play board games. It was a fun experience. It made him forget everything that happened before. The day ended with him training with Nadia.
Bertrand twisted and turned in his sleep, feeling uncomfortable. He’s sleeping on Nadia’s father’s bed. It could fit one person and that should give him enough space since he’s small, unless somebody was sleeping next to him. Besides that, he felt someone’s hands resting on top of his chest.
“Mm…,” He slowly opened his eyes and looked down through his groggy eyes. Yup, it’s a hand. It took him a few seconds to realize Nadia was beside him, sleeping. He didn’t recall her sleeping with him. “Oh….,”
“Hrmm….,” Nadia wrapped her arms around his body and pulled him towards her. Ber
Deadpool vs. RED Team Prelude
Ray: Mercenaries, you pay them enough money or offer them a reward they can’t refuse and they will do everything in their power to put their brains on the floor.
Steel: And this is a first timer in two different ways. First off is that a veteran from last season is returning…
Ray: Deadpool, the Merc with a Mouth…
Steel: And the second first-time for us is that this is the first time a team fights a solo individual. That team is none other than the Teufort Mercs of “Team Fortress 2”.
Ray: Because each of the TF2 mercs brings a crapton of customizable weapons and gear, we will be using some standard gear and weapons/gadgets that are unique only to them.
Steel: He’s Ray and I’m Steel…
Ray: And it’s our job to analyze the weapons, armor, and skills of these combatants to find out who would win a DEATH BATTLE…
Kile and Gib Role-Play: Revenge 3
Kile felt like his life line just snapped and he swallowed at his tightening throat. "..... You... don't hate me too much... right?" he asked quietly, bringing his knees to his chest as he wobbled in the air.
Gib stood up from the floor and then flopped back onto the couch. "I don't hate you, but that doesn't mean I don't want some fun in having a little bit of payback. But..." Gib rubbed at his face. "...I can't think of a way of tormenting you that I'd enjoy. I mean, I don't want to taste or eat you. That's just going to make me sick."
Kile sighed relief that Gib wasn't thinking on tasting him, that was one of the worst things he hated about being small. But when it did happen, most of the time nobody tasted him for long because they said he tasted too salty or he tasted like cabbage. He never mentioned that though of course. "Then what? Whatever it is just get it over with so I can change out of my clothes. I don't like being in soggy clothing." he g
PromiseThe blue haired Hinako stood alone waiting for news of either her loves return or of his death. A storm raged at the old Uchiha Compound as she waited. She knew full well what was happening, no matter how hard she tried she could not convince Itachi to change his path.
"Itachi don't go, what will this solve?" The blue hair girl asked the onyx haired man next to him.
"I have to go, I am the one to set him on this path. I need him to see the truth." Itachi said his hand on her shoulder.
"But what about you? Your almost blind, you can't fight him." Hinako argued.
Itachi just smiled softly and embraced her, "I'm sorry, either you will see me again...or little Sasuke will have surpassed me. We all have a destiny."
"And mine is to be with you." Hinako stated refusing to let him go.
Itachi felt terrible about this but he had started this all of those years ago when he prevented the uprising of his clan. "Hinako....I'm sorry, but I have to do this." he calmly said brus
Born This Way Ch. 3 Pt. 2Two hours had gone by since Dean had left, but Sam wasn’t worried. Not yet anyway. He convinced himself that it took a while to scout out the entire town’s sewage pipes. But when four hours passed and no Dean, Sam started to worry. It was dark now, the sun having set about an hour ago. Sam sighed, he wished he could go out and look for him. But knew that wasn’t an option.
He walked over to the phone perched up on the pillow and scrolled through the contacts, stopping when Dean’s name appeared. He was about to press the call button when he heard the door unlock and creak open. Sam turned around and seeing that it was Dean, relaxed and turned the phone off.
“Hey, you were gone awhile. Did you find anything?” Sam asked, trying to play off his earlier worry. Dean smiled.
“Yeah, sorry about that. The thing found me and knocked me a new one. Long story short though, I took care of it. Put a silver bullet through that sucker and took off,” Sam f
A Strange Beauty: Chapter 2
Alex dug her nails into her scalp, she could not believe this. Why did nothing ever go right for her? First it was bullying, then it was the death of her parents, then masculosis, and now she becomes a girl!? This was too much to handle, Alex just sat on the hospital room floor rocking back and forth in a complete mental breakdown. Maria laid a hand on Alex's shoulder, "Alex..." "You should leave," Alex snapped, still shocked at the femininity of her new voice. Maria jerked her hand back, her eyes welling up with tears.
"How could you say that, Alex? What has Maria ever done to betray you?" Lucas looked at Alex with an offended glare.
"I'm not a guy anymore, why should Maria stick by my side?" Alex nearly choked on her words, she averted her gaze from everyone. "I'm sorry Maria, but I think our relationship is-" Before Alex could finish her sentence Maria grabbed Alex by the collar of her hospital gown (I looked it up) and before Alex knew what was going on her lips were locked with Ma
A tearful damned goodbyeA note stick out of some garbage can and on this note a well written cursive sentences were forming a text that attract your attention.
Good day to anyone finding this note, I would say it is a pleasure that you take the time to pick it up, but if you are in fact able to read this it mean there is nothing pleasurable in your situation. I will first introduce myself, my name is Iris and before you ask I am one of them, those things that wander around at night to have fun except that compared to most of my sisters I do have a more logical behavior… not that I claim my other sisters are mentally challenged no quite the opposite I believe they exactly know what they are doing even though they look so bubbly.
You are probably wondering why I am writing this so here the two reasons I am… for around a month ago I encounter a young man that is probably just like you, he had been spirited away in this world just like every single one of us had. The way I encounter him was qui
TBOS Reference: Alice WilliamsName: Alice Anne Williams
Description: Alice is 13, and stands 5'1" (six of those inches were gained in the past three months.) She has straight black hair worn in a braid to the middle of her back, dark gray eyes, and pale skin. She's an awkward child who hasn't quite grown into her features yet. She wears a full black dress with black stitching on collars and cuffs and a white apron over a white shift and stockings. Her coat, earmuffs and mittens are red.
History: Alice is the only daughter of a fairly ordinary couple who aren't quite sure what to do with her. They love her, but are terrified of her, which doesn't make for a good relationship. Alice has two souls, which supposedly makes her highly dangerous to other people. She's been privately tutored up until this year, and doesn't like public school very much. She studies necromancy under Master Nichols, and midwifery under Mistress Amorenta, and is very close to her journeyman status in both. Alice has no human friends, and prefe
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