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The Llama Who Saved the WorldIt was a rainy night when she appeared, claiming to be a researcher and wanting access to our library. Though many were wary of this traveler, King Llane decided it was best to allow her to stay. He ordered my partner and me to guard her.
As we made our way to the room that she had been assigned, she looked around with curiosity bright in her eyes. I took my chance to observe her.
She didn't look like any researcher that I had ever seen. She was beautiful, with short red hair, green eyes, and fair skin. She wore glasses and practical travel attire: a wool cloak, rough spun britches, and a light shirt. She carried a travel bag slung across her chest and leaned on a walking staff.
"Why are there no children?" she asked, startling me out of my appraisal.
I thought for a moment before answering, "Well, you see ma'am, the king's wife died giving birth to their second child and he never had the heart to remarry. He
Nuclear AftermathIt was a time of peace, love, and prosperity. A time when man helped his fellow man and there were no hardships. The Earth was lush and vibrant, a veritable bounty for the creature living upon it.
Yeah, right, when was it ever like that? I asked myself.
After three World Wars, the Earth was in shambles. A parched husk of its previous glory. Much of the wilds had died centuries ago between the encroachment of humanity and nuclear Holocaust. There was not much left, and what was around was once again being fought over.
"Central Russia was nuked yesterday," Clint stated.
"So?" I replied. "Just means that we stay indoors until whatever passes overhead is gone."
Clint glared at me over his newspaper, "Aren't you even slightly interested in what is happening in our world today, Cole?"
"It's not that I'm not interested," I answered, exasperated. This was a common argument among us. "It's
Music better than PhilosophyHis arms slowly encircled my waist as we continued dancing to the band playing Fur Elise by Beethoven. I tentatively slid my hands behind his head, pulling us closer together and resting my head against his chest. Even in heels, he was still a good head taller than me.
As we continued to sway to the music, he quietly asked, "Why am I the only one who can see them?"
I pulled back enough to look into his eyes. And just as quietly as him, I answered, "Because you've seen me before...and because I want you to."
It seemed that this suited him, so I again rested my head against his chest. My breathe hitched a little. I had never revealed that to someone before; never needed to.
I could hear the smile in his voice as he said, "Must be the music..."
I smile, You don't know the half of it.
You don't know how much I've given up for you.
List-o-Mania Fridays-June 10, 2011-Morgan Freeman could narrate the phone book for me and I'd be happy. But alas, we have to narrate our bucket lists ourselves. So share with us your character's bucket list-- the things they'd like to do before they die.
-protect Michael at all costs
-travel to more than just the battlefield
-gain some allies
-tell Michael that I love him
-stop the war
-be something more that just a fallen Valkyrie
-June 17, 2011-Nicknames, maiden names, aliases or titles. List the things people have called you over the years.
-my little pet
-That Winged Bitch
-June 24, 2011-List....
5 things you're into right now
-Protecting what I love
-Defying the All-Father and Prophecy
-Chocolate-chip Cookie Dough Ice Cream (Hey, a girl's gotta have a vice!)
4 things that you used to be into, but aren't anymore
-Being a good little robot of a Valkyrie
Mundays-May 30, 2011-Let's talk about the bad guys!
1. What makes a good villain, in your opinion?
A good villain to me is much like a good hero: they have to have flaws. They can be all wicked and evil, but they still need to have something that gives them a little quirk; something that makes them not quite perfect; something that makes them vulnerable and therefore, they have something that even the good guys could exploit.
2. Do you tend to write more for villains or heroes?
I write more for heroes. It seems easier to write from their point of view than from a villians, but since I've never really tried it from the villians side, I suppose I should and see how I like it....not that I don't still prefer being on the good guys side.
3. Who wins more often in your stories, the good guy or the bad guy?
The good guys.
4. Have you ever written a redeemable / reformed villain? A good guy turned bad?
Not yet, but you never know, I may thro
Twofer Tuesdays-June 7, 2011-For today, tell us about two enemies you've made in your life. Who are they? How do you feel about them? Is this a friendly rivalry, or the sort of battle that ends with only one person standing and the other in bits? Were you ever friends before? We want to know!
-Odin: The All-Father-I chose to defy him for one man. I chose to defy Armageddon. Now it will come down to either him or me. Fuck, I hope I win.
-Brunhilde-My sister-in-arms. The quirky little scientist who always knew how to lift my spirits. When I defied Odin, I betrayed her and all my other sisters. Maybe someday she'll forgive me.
-June 14, 2011-Today, we challenge you give us a scene/event from your character's story from the perspective of one person involved...
I had been watching him for months now; ever since he had seen me in that near-death experience he had. He had diligently done his research and now had fig
Interview with my CharactersNinja'd this from VampiricBountyHunter. Mwahahaha!
I'll use various characters from all my stories, labeling which story they come from.
1. Sylvana Mooncrest (RT)
2. Silmara (AC)
3. Ishetalia (VC)
4. Jade (Angels/Demons)
5. Tony (Misadventures of Indiana Tony (working title, bear with me))
1. Hello! How are all of you today?
Silmara: Well, I really miss Belthas, but otherwise, I'm fine, I guess. I do have Aiden to keep me company.
Ishetalia: -looks around-
Jade: How about them powers, huh?
Tony: You know, I explored this really awesome cave!
2. Let's get down to business. Are you a guy or a girl?
Sylvana: -continues to stare-
Ishetalia: I would think that's obvious.
Jade: Totally a chick!
Tony: It appears that I'm the only guy here...
3. What color is your hair? (apparently we're being interviewed in a dark room?)
Silmara: Mine's black!
Ishetalia: Deep red, alm
TS2-Of Butterflies and FairiesThe park was idyllic. Luminescent butterflies flew around with fairies chasing them. A brown haired little girl chased the fairies trying to catch them.
"Alright, Alesiya, time to go," an elderly, white haired lady called.
"But I don't want to!" Sara yelled back.
"We have too, Sara. You're party is tonight, do you want to miss it?" the lady asked.
Sara came running over to here. "Let's go, Marie!" she said excitedly.
Marie chuckled and picked the little girl up.
Sara awoke feeling content but excited. The dream had been much better than the one the week before. She wondered who Marie was. She was reminded of her grandmother.
Sara got up and ready for the day. It was bright and sunny outside. She decided to wear shorts and T-shirt.
She came bounding down the stairs, ready to meet the new day.
"You're not wearing that, young lady," her father said, barely lookin
The Winter Soldier x Reader - One shot You were on your first mission. You've been on many others but this one was different, this one was dangerous. Extremely dangerous.
They called him the Winter Soldier, why? you didn't know it was classified. What was his real name? you didn't know it was classified. Why were you ordered to take him down? You didn't know it was classified.
You and your team were driving down a snow covered dirt road. The Winter Soldier was supposed to be somewhere in a German compound where exactly in the compound? you didn't know. It seems like you didn't know a lot of things lately. Didn't know who he was, where he was, why you were ordered to take him down, why you we
Lone Flowers (Jorrian) [RP in desc]I don't know why I'm here. Everyone here is plain mental. They're crazy and screwed up in the head. I don't know if I am. Maybe. Just maybe.
I've familiarized myself with the white walls and marble floor. There were no windows. Only a door that could be opened from the outside that led to the hall, or if you had a key. But that was the only way out. And only the Doc and visitors had access to it.
The doctor was a sick, twisted being. He put people in straitjackets and tied them to beds. He never gave the required amount of medicine. Sometimes he would pull people out of their rooms for "treatment" and they came back even more screwed up.
Acquaintances of mine inhabited many of the rooms here. They all had lost their mind...most of it, at least. A few had managed to keep themselves together. But I'm certain that won't last for too long.
One of my friends—my closest one, my only one—shared a room with me after her roommate lost it. She's so sweet and gentle and in
Fear of Spiders“As I write this down I can feel him coming, coming after me. My tears roll down and softly lands on the keyboard, the salty taste and smell of mixed tear and sweat. I can feel him... and his spiders... they are coming after me... I only have few minutes to write this down...
I can´t tell you much about him but I´ve seen him often, in the woods where the river is the only seperation. Outside my house, peeking from the corner of the window even my bedroom was in the second floor. Three weeks ago I woke up and he was standing in from of me, few inches away from my face. I screamed and backed away to the wall behind me, trembling of fear and scared. He was standing still, covered in spiders... these spiders... I can´t forget how they clinged to him...
He was not natural... not normal... he was different from normal people... far different from us. He have eight long spider legs behind him, he crawled forwards me using his spiderl legs. I didsn´t see his face
Reader x Suoh Mikoto: Fortunate Meeting
I have always known that my life won’t be easy, but I have never imagined that I would run away like a criminal. And I’m only the little sister of one.
My big brother is well-known in the criminal-scene. He killed many people and is in big contact with the Yakuza. That’s why Scepter 4 is looking for him and they think I know where he is. But I haven’t seen him for about two years. The only contact we have is the money he sends me every month.
A few days ago people from Scepter 4 stood in front of my apartment and wanted information. Then two days ago and today they wanted to bring me to their headquarter. When they said that I got in panic and ran away.
And now I’m here running like an idiot and panting heavily.
I know that they have special abilities and I’m really glad that they haven’t used them on me, but I’m just scared as hell of Scepter 4.
Turning around a corner I look for a place to hide. The only thing I see is a bar. Not
Como OlvidarteApenas comencé el segundo año de la preparatoria e iba en camino al Instituto, eran las 6:00 de la mañana, yo voy tan temprano porque era la capitana de las porristas, ahí estaban mis mejores amigas que incluso iban conmigo en las “Girls Fireside”, los cinco días de las semanas siempre practicamos, mis amigas me daban ánimos cada vez que las veía y estaba con ellas ¿El porque? Es porque Phineas se había ido, no recuerdo muy bien a donde pero se fue.
Ese mismo día en el que se fue, no me dejaban de brotar lagrimas, estuve todo el día llorando que hasta incluso había faltado un día a la escuela, mi mama me comento que ya era hora de “Olvidar” así es, tener que olvidar todo lo que me había pasado con él, fue muy difícil para mí tener que olvidarlo.
Ya pasaron años desde que fue nuestra despedida…tengo que olvidarlo, olvidarlo d
Revenge 2:Serpentine Ch.23 (for real this time)Now snapping out of it, Herobrine looked up at his sons. Lewis and Sky both sighed with relief. He was back, and they hoped never to see entrances like that by Dan again.
Extreme anger displayed in his eyes, Herobrine narrowed his eyes and cursed the Serpent King, what happened to him still fresh in his mind.
Veiling his anger ever so slightly, he spoke."Even with all the experience I had with the Snake...he still managed to catch me off guard." he growled.
Evenly, the brothers sighed with a bit of disappointment and relief.
Right there with his father's anger, Lewis spoke up. "I'm guessing Dan snuck up on you. That sneaky bastard..."
"Giving up is not an option, however." Sky put in. "Even though Jordan has his Nether powers now..."
Observing their grimaces, Herobrine decided to ask his sons about their experiences in the realms.
Not wanting to burden him with his horrid time spent in the End, Lewis let Sky go first. He went on about how he ran into Sean and now his family, and he tal
A thousand years of Sonic 23A thousand years of Sonic 23
The next morning Sonic and Shadow woke up at the same time and got out of the van. Shadow stretch a little, "That's strange I could have sworn Silver was there last night" said Sonic. "Maybe he went to do some training of his own" said Shadow, Sonic went next to Shadow, "Are we going to Shade? To begging our training?" Sonic asked. Shadow nod and started to walk away and notice Sonic wasn't following him, "Sonic is something wrong?" Shadow asked going to him, "Shadow even if we do train for all this years what makes you certain we will be strong enough to face Fleetway?" Sonic asked. "If we train hard enough I'm sure we will be stronger than him" said Shadow, "But have you analyze things right? What if there is no need to fight him?" Sonic asked. "Sonic he is a bad guy nothing can be solved by talking to him you should know that by now" said Shadow, "Everything has a
OC Status: HoDThe Basics:
Name: Hunter of Dreams Sky
Age: 20 (Immortal, can change age appearance at will)
Species: Corrupted; Immortal Demon Dream Hunter
Occupation/title: Hunter of Dreams
Height: 5ft 9.5in
Body build: Tall and lean, very agile
Eye color: Black sclera, dark blue irises, red pupils
Hair color: Brown with black streaks
Skin color: Fairly tanned
Other Important Stuffs:
Defining Traits: Corrupted eyes, black and blue wings to represent the night sky, crown of Notch on his head, black streaks in his hair, reckless and childlike personality, eyes change color to the color of his victim's eyes when he puts them to sleep
Favorite Color: Dark shades of blue and black
Favorite animal (if any): Anything nocturnal
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Querido Diario 10Ha salido el sol y comienza a brillar en la alcoba de Marie, con el Sol en sus ojos comenzó a hacer parpados y comenzó lentamente a abrir los ojos. Se estiro, se levanto y camino hacia el tocador para darse una ducha calida para su cuerpo que seguía tremendamente frio por lo que paso, algo inesperado le ocurrió.
Encontró a Thomas con una toalla en vuelta en sus caderas, el se estaba cepillando los dientes, al escuchar el chirrido de la puerta volteo la mirada, Marie estaba tan sonrojada que hizo un portazo con la puerta que parece que se daño un poco.
Marie: Lo siento ..¡¡ Lo siento Thomy..¡¡ *Sonrojada*
Se escuchaban las pisadas de Thomas que se dirigían hacia la puerta, se escucho que se estaba abriendo la cerradura del mismo tocador, Marie halo de esa cerradura para que no viera cual sonrojada estaba, pero no funciono, el tenia mucha fuerza y logro abrir la puerta con una simple mano. Ahora ella puso sus manos
SparringI used to spar with my sisters to hone my skills, now all I have is thin air. Sure, there's Michael, but I'm afraid I'll hurt him in the heat of the moment. He may be a man, but he's mortal and certainly has not had thousands of years of training. It's sad...pathetic really. The best exercise I get is when we're fighting one of the assassins. Well, more I'm fighting and he's running like all the dogs of Hell were on his ass, but still...
Sighing, I continue to swing my daggers through the air, twirling them intricately.
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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