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Two Worlds - Chapter 1Shameless Claim
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"Speak now, thy worthless tramp of Satan!" The court erupted in an uproar of boos and hisses at the handcuffed man. The chains rattled beneath the booming voices as the man fought back tears. Amongst hearing the intimidating voices, he flinched and yelped as a wooden chalice thwacked him in the head, landing before the judge on his desk. The judge slammed down the gavel and rose to his feet. "Who dare throw the chalice upon my desk?!" The judge hollared this within the court, silencing even the smallest of flies. Everybody looked at each other, except for the young man who was sobbing through gritted teeth.
"Aye, it was but me," a young girl soon said as she stood up. "Your honor, this man, this devil... He made me do this sin. He tempted me " She covered her face with her trembling hands. "The devil has found his way to my hear
Like Father Unlike Son - Ch 1
Narrator: Cody Rhodes
Rain. Thats all I could hear was that hard, rushing rain outside mixed with the roaring engine of our bus. Everybody was exhausted from a long night at the arena. However, I dont think anyone else feels sick to the stomach like I do. I had to close my eyes every time I felt like throwing up my small dinner. Basically, I kept my eyes closed the entire time. It always happens when Im stuck in Mississippi.
My stress left my mind as I heard and felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. With the noise ringing in my temples, I pulled out my phone and looked down at it. (1) New Text Message! it informed me. I flipped my phone open to see a message from Ted.
Hey, gr8 nite. C u @ the hotel. Vince gave me the info on our nxt match. I heaved a sigh. Just get me out of this state first. Afterwards, we can talk. Right now, Im suffering too much crap.
K. c u l8
Takerist High - Chapter 1
***THIS CHAPTER MAY BE REWRITTEN IN THE FUTURE!!!***
Takerist High Story 1
As narrated by: Darak and Thanatos
If you get confused between the both of us, we shall put symbols next to where we begin speaking. Ψ will be used for me, Darak. And Ŧ will be used for my best friend, Thanatos.
Our 3-hour break, which we call Lunch Hall, is the best. Before our final classes, we get 3 hours to eat lunch, work on homework, and wander around the hallways... Anything! However, as long as its in school grounds. Trust me, the school is huge. Why would you want to leave? The best thing of Lunch Hall is when you got nothing to do. Then you can enjoy a couple of hours in the auditorium with our guest performer, Oleg. His Ministry name is Ike (Pronounced Eye-kee), but he doesnt like being called that. Although he is a blonde, which symbolizes an edgehead, we all love to watch him perform. Oleg usually brings an acc
My Thanks To You
I still remember...
All of those times where my goals hit walls
Where I just felt myself sink into deep water
When I couldn't speak out
'Cause I knew I'd just be wrong.
I was losing my grip in my future,
I was at the end of my road...
I still remember...
When I saw someone I could relate to
How he was like an angel in black clothes
Spiritually, something was reaching for me
I kept hearing a deep voice echo,
Speaking words that brought tears of joy
to my own eyes...
I still remember...
That one dream where he hugged me close
Whispered in my ear, "Never let go"
Awakening me to realize this.
I'm just not trying hard enough,
I need to keep going.
Here I stand today...
Walking down that road
Knocking down every wall that comes towards me
Trying my best to smile at Reality for what it is.
With a mind full of gratitude
I am still waiting for that day.
Thank you, 'Taker...
Down that road that once ended,
Through that forest where once was light,
Within that city where once was people,
Under those bridges where life was struggling,
In that room where tears were shed,
Up those stairs where others are waiting,
Someone moved on.
Get Out Alive - Ch 1
All are invited to:
A Surprise Birthday Party
Located: 1669 Luc Lane
Time: At sunset
No RSVP Required. Just step right in!
No signature or anything else. Just a small amount of information in a ruined index card. Did I mention the stench of blood?
The card was only sent to 6 different people. Each one had the same reaction; confusion and fear. Who was this card sent by? How did the person know where they live?
Though all they could think of now is how to get to the address in 5 minutes. With the sun beginning to set, time was wasting.
1669 Luc (Pronounce Loose) Lane led these 6 people to a large mansion. There had to be at least more than 10 rooms. Clouds began to form over the roof of the man
My Last Mistake - Final
Chris...Chris, can you hear me? I felt a strong coldness against my temple, causing me to flinch with pain and chills. I opened my eyes halfway to see my Lord standing by me. His arm was bandaged up, and he had a couple of bandages all over his cheeks. I held onto the towel which covered the ice pack, feeling my jaw ache with whatever hit me. Through a faint mumbled try, I managed to respond.
Mmm, yeah, It was barely a reply. I turned away a bit to spit out a tiny piece of a tooth. The pain overwhelmed me again, causing me to wince. As I reopened my eyes, I soon noticed Thanatos laying on the window seat, off into a deep sleep. Her whole upper body was covered in bandages, with burn marks on her face. Thats when I remembered the bright flash of fire before I passed out.
She really took a hell of a lot of pain. I looked back at Taker, who was calmly looking at Thanatos. I was expecting to get a bigger fight than her...
My Last Mistake - Part 4
It didnt help to see time go by quickly. My heart was in a race with the fast time, feeling like itll nearly burst. I ran over to the door to find Thanatos, but two guards from the outside had the door closed shut. I pounded on the door, scared for my life.
Please, let me go find Master Thanatos. I cant fight this thing alone! I got no response. I rammed my back right into the door, feeling my nerves explode as I slid down to a sit. It was now 9:59. Seconds nearly counted down through my mind. Although the time was intimidating, the darkness kept me mostly alert.
Before I knew it, the clock struck 10. Ten tolls of the church bell echoed faintly through the window. Each toll sent a chill down my spine. Is this the last I will hear?
Chris...My senses settled barely, hearing the familiar whispers of the shadow. A smile weakly emerged on my face as I rose to my feet. The red eyes appeared, caus
My Last Mistake - Part 3
T-Tonight? My voice cracked up as my throat became dry. He only nodded, seeming unharmed by my reactions.
It may even be more than one, seeing how high in power you are.
The rest of his words trailed off. I was too lost in thought to even notice drops of rain hitting the lid of the urn. Taker tapped my shoulder, bringing me back to Reality, and led me back home. Every step I took... The farther I walked from that building, the more I felt eyes look at me. Something felt like it kept following me, like a stalker. Throughout the forest, I heard whispers. Something wanted me. Something begged for me. I didnt know what it was, or why it did. I had a good feeling what it couldve been, but I refused.
We finally got home after a long walk through Deathly Woods. I walked inside drenched.
Would you like me to dry your coat, Sir Jericho? A spirit of an old butler appeared in front o
Daddy!LevixChild!Reader - The Hard Stuff
Levi looked down at his daughter. She stood timidly near the doorway, fiddling with the large towel in her hands. Her hair was still soaked from the bath she had taken not minutes ago, and droplets of water fell from the glossy strands and onto her yellow nightgown.
“What, _____?” he said in his usual cold tone, though _____ knew it wasn’t completely intentional.
The six-year-old looked down at the peach-colored towel clutched in her tiny fingers. “U-Um, Mommy always helps me dry my hair. . .”
Levi sighed softly and sat up on the couch, motioning _____ to come closer. When she did, he sat her down on the floor in front of him and took the towel from her hands. He spread the towel over her small head and gently massaged it through the towel. He wrapped the towel around her long strands and proceeded to knead the water out of them.
“Daddy, where’s Mommy?” _____ asked, turning her head to look at her father.
The InfomercialThe Infomercial
(This story is from the upcoming MagnusMagneto Musclethology #1. It's a collection of three short stories that will be given exclusively to those who support me on Patreon. These stories will be even more whimsical than my usual stuff, foregoing character development and scientific explanations for more light-hearted fare.
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There are also a few references/homages to other FMG works/authors and the femmuscle community in general. All done out of total respect and admiration. See how many you get!)
“Welcome folks to the infomercial event of the year!” A tall, attractive woman with bright auburn hair and piercing blue eyes faced the camera with a bright, white smile. She wore skimpy blue workout clothes
Final WishesFirst letter:
Love, I have to tell you this. I know you won't believe me, because I don't believe it myself, but I have to tell you.
Remember when we were both kids, wishing on stars? I remember our first night – we were lying on the hill staring up at the sky, and then we held hands and together we wished that we'd be together forever and marry and have a kid who could change the world, and we held hands and then – this hurts to write, I'm sorry, I miss you so much
but, well –
it came true, didn't it? We married. And you're still with me, more or less, even if I can't see you and all you can see is these bloody letters, and – and our little girl can change the world.
She wished for a cat last night, love. I wish I could have told her no. We can't take care of one. But she didn't ask me, did she? She asked the stars.
I can tell you which star she asked, too. The centerpiece of Orion's belt is missing. And in her room, I can't even walk, there's not any su
Death Battle: Scorpion vs. Hellboy
Roy: Alright the combatants are set, we have taken every angle into account and we have found ourselves a verdict.
Ivan: Let us watch the Hellfire ninja attempt to break his streak.
Roy: So, it's time for a Death Battle!
Ivan: So enthusiastic...
Roy: What? Just because I stole your line-
Ivan: IT'S TIME FOR A DEATH BATTLE!!!!
It was quiet that night. No one was out of their home, probably because of the big red demon walking about. Hellboy stepped out of a nearby pancake house, the owner watching his demonic customer exit the restaurant. His breath reeked of pancakes and beer.
Hellboy pulled out a wrinkled and folded-up piece of paper. It had "DEATH BATTLE" written at the top. Hellboy looked at it as he found the opponents name on the paper.
"Scorpion." Hellboy read aloud as he checked the area. He didn't see anything. Meanwhile in the depths of hell a yell was heard. A yellow clad ninja walked out of a blazing fire, a chain hanging from his arm. It was Scorpion.
Tell me story"Why you read zat book, hmm?"
Victor had come to pay a visit to his Princess, whom he had found up in her library -as always- reading her afternoon away. Though he rather liked it when she read, especially when she read aloud to him. The sound of her voice was always soothing (and exotic, with that accent she had) and he always found it a treat when she offered to read to him.
So after she chose a book, they had left the libary and gone to her room, where she gathered up her pillows and made a sort of nest for them. Oh, this he really liked. Not so much the pillows (too soft for his taste) but more that he got to snuggle up next to her.
His finger curled and uncurled her strand of hair idly, resting his chin upon her shoulder as he looked over the words of her books. So many words, and no pictures? How did she stand to read so much without pictures?
"I's one o' mah favorites in this book." was her answer, holding up the large book, the title of 'Grimms Fairytails' written across it. "I
Flying Dreams“I don’t know why I love you.
I just…can’t stop thinking of you.”
said old Mr. squirrel slowly caressing
the nut in his bed beside him.
He pulled the glasses from face and set them down
on the nightstand beside him
letting out a sigh. A picture of himself
and another sitting beside him.
He rolled back over and kissed the nut
falling into a deep sleep.
Mr. Squirrel dreamed of flying,
just as his cousins could.
Flying from tree to tree.
Like an overextended wonderful leap.
Safe from danger. Safe from the predators below.
A dog snapping and growling. He paid it no notice.
He was free and happy sailing through the trees.
Through the clouds. He could reach out
with his paws and touch them.
SO soft and fluffy
just like her…
He awoke from his dream startled.
It took him a second to catch his breath,
and he played with his graying beard hairs.
He had been much younger in the dream. So much younger.
“It’s a dream my sweet. Nothing more then a drea
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
It's Burning Down Anyway"You shouldn't play with matches," she said. "You'll hurt yourself."
I lit a cigarette - with a lighter - and remembered Annie Venter telling me that in the eighth grade as I lit matches behind the school. I had stared at her and lit the whole matchbook on fire, and then I had dropped it in the grass. She made me stomp it out.
I stood on the porch of my apartment, listening to the rain and staring out at the fog and the clouds and thinking that somewhere out there, Annie Venter was probably sleeping, not thinking about the time she told some stupid kid not to play with matches. I flicked the lighter on and off a few times to see if it would feel the same way the matches had all those years ago, but it didn't.
The smoke curled above me in the cold air, a visible metaphor for addiction as it hung off me. Everything in my life smelled like that anymore: like ashes.
I dropped the cigarette on the deck and I stared at the small red ember, letting it burn and smoke, letting it become
The voodoo that will do. Ch. 3Chapter 3- Villian's plot
*The shadow fades away. Meanwhile at a large mansion with thunder and bats*
Jori: *watching South Park* ^___^!!
The shadow: *appears* I have returned master....
*On a throne, if that was spelled right, a strange native girl was sitting, petting the head of a Maroon Gelert that sat by her throne*
Caliun: Good... What did you find out?
Shadow: That two of the suspects are enemies...
*The shadows walks into a ray of light, revealing a brown haired girl*
D&D: Right...One is a white wolf-like creature.. A wierd comedian... And the other is an orange firefox... Very stubborn
*There is a moment of silence as Caliun thought...Well, besides the annoying TV*
Caliun:..Jori, can you turn that off?!?! You were watching that show for like 17 hours-
Jori: NOOOOOO!!! Neveeeer!!! >D
Caliun:....o_o.......annyways....Pac, is seems we will be doing some knitting today
Caliun:...But this will be in an evil way.....
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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