CookieDoe eyes of brown
and wispy curls
brush the ground,
scouring crumbs from floors
Grass-stained toes, a dusted beard
greet us when we call
with which she lays a trail
of leaves and soil and all
I do adore those crooked smirks
exposing four white teeth
Devouring her breakfast bowl
Unending room for treats
The plump impression of her form
a divot in my bed
But she who made my mornings
has long since been dead.
Livy [Chapter Two]The whistling current of air plucked Sarah’s focus off of her stifled breaths. Windy eddies played with her hair. Calming. She decided to deal with the mess later. Enjoy it now. Her shoulders scraped lightly against the wall, but for the first time this night, her mind floated up and away from her troubles.
“Hey! You got a phone?”
Sarah jolted. Her ankles wobbled like a fawn on ice, but she caught herself before her new acquaintances stepped into the light.
The first man approaching her pulled his hood up to shield his gaunt face against the breeze, squinting in the streetlight. He shivered as if the sweatshirt around his shoulders was his weedy frame’s only protection against the chill. The second - his friend, perhaps - seemed comparably unbothered, his bare arms sheathed in ink rather than fabric as his skin was pulled taut over his muscular mounds.
Sarah shuddered, her immediate instinct telling her - screaming, even - to get far away from these two. She nee
Livy [Chapter One]“I swear, high heels were created by Satan.”
“Well, just look at the black magic they’re working on that booty!” Kait gave Sarah’s backside a light caress, then pulled away, giggling as her best friend’s slap met air. She took another step back, eyeballing the other woman with an appraising glance. “No, but seriously though, you look good.”
Between the little black dress, strappy stilettos, and new face, the teary-eyed mess who came knocking six hours ago had mostly disappeared. While Sarah expressed a wish to stay in, Kait knew that path all too well. She refused to let a bad break drive her friend to the shut-in life.
“Um… Kait?” The brunette’s bob swayed as her attention snapped back. “I just wanted to say thanks… for all of this.”
“All of what? You’d’ve done the same for me,” she said, dismissively. She placed a hand on Sarah’s pale shoulder, glancing at the
veritas lateat ~ Monotetra A soul did sleep; much deep in dreams
Of visions wild and earthen seams.
Yet in the light of the moonbeams,
It was not seen, it was not seen.
With all its blankets subtly laid,
Yet moveth not: its rest unstayed.
Its hands pure white: and locks displayed;
A Fate not made, a Fate not made.
For there remained reality
Unknown to it conspicuously
In its edge of fantasy,
For within its sleep eternal
The Earth shook, and raged infernal,
Reigning down debris to scorn all:
The soul did fall, the soul did fall...
Into darkness and never seen,
The soul passed; never to have been
To see the Earth's destructive scene.
Where has it been? Where has it been?
3 November 2004
Two years. It had been less than two years since elements of the Iraqi military rose up and deposed their government, but two years since their meeting.
Naza Goran was owned. As she sat on the tube, reading a copy of the Metro so hot off the presses the ink was slightly wet, she thought back to the decisions that brought her here. Deciding to study PPE at Oxford; taking that job with the Foreign Office straight out of uni as a way of seeing the world; getting headhunted into the Home Office as a thirty-year-old Deputy Secretary; and then that decision in November 2002 that changed the world.
That wasn’t just hyperbole. By supplying secret emails to a handsome man from Chechnya who, in retrospect, smiled far too much, she had potentially changed the direction of politics on a truly global scale. The timetable for America’s invasion of Iraq, sent to now ex-Home Secretary Blair by someone in the White House during his attempted leadership bid
Nobody But You (Chapter 1)The view from my window was settling and the snowflakes flew up and about. It was almost new years time and everybody was festive and cheerful. The streets radited with joy and love and everybody was celebrating with their family and loved ones. Me however,I gather my family on holidays just for the sake of my children.
Last year I went through a hard divorce and I never thought I'd have to go trough it. 7 years of marriage went down the drain and it surrounded so much turbulence. It's like it happened so sudden,out of nowhere,and I can't pinpoint the moment when it all went wrong. I guess that when you marry your highschool sweetheart you think it will last forever and you found your dreamlover you never realise that you may get tired of each other.
We just grew so apart and distant that it seemed like we were just strangers living in the same house but we used to be best of friends. After all that has happened it hurts me to be in his presence, but for the sake of my daughters I try
29 November 2002
Naza Goran was a conflicted young woman.
She was a rising star in the British civil service, ten years out of university and she landed a plum job in the administration of the Home Office. However, she absolutely despised her boss.
Well, former boss now. “Consumption”, as many of the staff referred to the ex-Home Secretary, had gone. They called him that for two reasons: firstly, his initials spelt tuberculosis; and secondly, if you spent any length of time with him you discovered that he was as irritating as a major respiratory infection.
Only four months after his party won a second term in government, Consumption had launched a leadership challenge with the aim of deposing the increasingly popular Prime Minister. He’d lost, and therefore resigned in disgrace. The reason for this leadership bid, aside from Consumption’s insane level of ambition and lust for power, was that the PM opposed American plans to
It was what she had longed to feel. He had been gone for three days, claiming to had been helping his mother at her dragon hideout miles away, where they had first found her and Cloudjumper years ago. Rikki wasn't usually the one to miss others, but when it came to her husband, Hiccup, she definitely loved to see him back home with her and their two year old daughter.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, letting him pull her closer to him. They embraced in a sweet, warm kiss, letting their fingers run through each other's messy hair. The redhead missed his lips. His body. His touch. His smell. His...
Something was off.
That smell of her husband that she had always loved. He always smelled like nature, from where he was out flying with Toothless and getting into the woods to mess around in the trees. He smelled like smoke from where he would help Gobber in the workshop and have to put out the fires caused by dragons. He always smelled like the regular ha
On Equal Footing - Chapter 8
8. Hyperspace. 21 June 2246.
There was a tension aboard the Valen’tha that was so tangible it could be cut with a knife. Shai’Alyt Branmer exuded calm and tranquil fury, while his counterpart Shai’Alyt Sineval was snarling like a cornered beast. Sineval paced the corridor outside the ship’s command centre, fuming at being summoned here; by contrast, Branmer seemed only put out that he had to abandon his projected offensive after taking the dockyards at Gliese 674 out of the war.
‘This is insulting... outrageous...’ Sineval hissed for what felt to Branmer like the five hundredth time. ‘To recall a Shai’Alyt during an ongoing campaign...’
‘Two Shai’Alyts, I think you’ll find,’ Branmer said archly, causing Sineval to whirl on him.
‘Be quiet, priest,’ Sineval snarled, putting as much venom as possible into that word. ‘
Life in Vale: Vol.1 Chapter One: New Life
A few things before we get started:
1. I don’t own RWBY, RWBY belongs to their respective owners at Rooster Teeth, if you guys want to see the series, a link will be in the description.
2. This story is inspired by “Male! Faunus! ReaderXRWBY: Intro” by neo-chan7. I recommend reading her stories, they are a great read. A link to her for her story will be provided in the description.
3. The four characters in this story do not actually exist in RWBY; they are made up characters I created, solely for creating a story and entertaining readers.
4. I know RWBY OC's must have names that resemble a color, but I decided to bend that rule
5. Drawings for certain scenes will be up soon for now enjoy the story.
The day at Beacon was average as always, the sun being out with some occasional clouds but usual day nonetheless. This day was special for a group of four new students, a group of brothers in fact. The bullhead brought the siblings to the school grounds, eventually coming
Dungeons and Dragons and 1D - PART 30
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Glossary update. Search for [creature] 'Hezrou', [creature] 'Revenant', [creature] 'Undead Puppet' and [deity] 'Bane' entries.
Also, Hope you all had lovely Holidays! I hosted Xmas Eve in my flat this year for my family. Everything worked out great, though it was a lot of work.
Enjoy and Happy New Year to all!
„So... who in the Nine Hells is she exactly?”
Harry looked at Niall with an irritated stare. Although the blond was whispering, Hazza was pretty sure Abvie's keen senses caught the bard's question, even though the female Elf didn't show it. She kept talking to her apprentice, as if oblivious of the conversation only a few feet away.
„She's a fellow student at the Waterdeepian Academy and, just like me, a pupil to Master Velcade... well, former pupil... until... you know, I...”
„Yeah, that...” Hazza sighed grimly, then continued. „She was alrea
A heavy lossOne peaceful afternoon,me and sis were enjoying a pleasant cruise in sis' sky blue trans am.We were currently cruising down the country roads since we wanted to enjoy the ride for a little longer.The princess fighters were busy running their errands so it was just the two of us.But,pretty soon we'd have to do our duty in protecting the modern era from any dark creatures that dare try to threaten our era.
Eris:What's up bro?
Andre:I feel a dark presence up ahead,sis.Probably some more dark creatures.Let's tackle them before they can start trouble!
Eris:You got it,bro!Let's hop to it!*Presses the l.e.d gas pedal speeding up*
*Minutes later,we arrived at the area of disturbance and discovered three dromèdas creatures*
Andre:Up ahead sis!Hit the brakes!
Eris:*Stops her car by stepping on the brake pedal*Let's rock,bro!
Andre:Yeah!But first..*Takes out the amulet of creation*Let's do this!
Once we saw the dromèdas creatures,me and sis immediately s
Under the starry night skyOne pleasant evening,me and sis were training hard with the plasma duo,and Naoki joined us as well.The five of us trained very hard and just like that,the hour just flew by.And after we finished our training,we all grabbed a bite to eat at the Tsubaki buffet.After that,we all went outside and watched the lovely sunset before the night came around.As the nighttime arrived,Firea and Kelly dropped by and joined us as we all watched the starry night sky.
Naoki:Ah.My friends.It's been awhile.
Firea:So how's it been going for you guys?
*Suddenly,total nightfall came around and the stars appeared*
Kelly: Oh my.The stars look so pretty.
Naoki:Indeed they do.
Firea:So bright and shiny.
Andre:Yeah....you know.Staring at the starry skies makes me feel happy inside.
Eris:Same here.Like there's hope for everyone and everything.
Hanasaki:I feel the same way.Honestly
The tale of NinithOne pleasant day,sis and I were hanging with our apprentices/friends Arisha and Hanasaki until Luna spoke to me and sis via telepathy.She wanted us to bring the plasma duo and meet her at the master's house asap.So we took the plasma duo to Solis park and used the amulet of creation to open a rift that led straight to the master's house.Once we entered the rift,we met up with Luna who was accompanied by our old friends Jose and Athena.And as we were gathering together to greet each other,the master then showed up and greeted us all with his book in hand.He was ready to tell us a very interesting story.
Master:Welcome everyone.It is great to see you all.
Jose:It feels great to see each other again.
Athena:Indeed it is.
Arisha:So what's the occasion?
Hanasaki:Are we gonna train?
Luna:No my children.Father asked you all here to listen to an old tale.
Athena:An old tale?About what?
Master:Everybody gather around.I shall tell you a tale about a unique
Doctor Rug: The Coming Dark
It was a cold, dank morning, the sort of winters’ day that made sane people take one look out of their windows, decide “nope, fuck it,” and go back to bed. The black clouds blotted out what little sun there was at this ludicrous time of day, threatening to drop a month’s-worth of rain in the space of a few hours.
This was, unfortunately, par for the course in Yorkshire in January. It of course didn’t dampen the spirits (no pun intended) of those complete berks who enjoyed being up and about at that time of day. Nothing really seemed to, despite the best efforts of everyone else in the world to make them bugger off back home until a saner hour, such as midday. Still, as the pitiful rays of a sun that just seemed to be phoning it in this morning tried to burn through the three mile thickness of overcast sitting resolutely over God’s Own County, we find several committed Herberts going about their business. At least, they ought to be
the future is not importantif the present is painful
All Hail the Almighty ALAN!Chichester. It’s not the sort of place one would ordinarily expect to see the name of one of The Old Gods taken repeatedly in vain. And yet, here we are.
Many centuries in the past, when nobody entertained the prospect of a bright orange shitgibbon with a dead ferret nailed to its head being the leader of the free world, there lived a sect of artisanal brick makers in deepest Sussex. This was unusual, as this sort of manual labouring was frowned upon even then by the upper-class bastardry of the Home Counties. Still, the assembled proles of the Chichester Brickmakers Commune worked diligently in producing the hardened clay bounty that would make them duly famous. Offerings were made to their bountiful God of Bricks, known as Alan.
You see, Alan was a vengeful god. As Supreme High Priest Foreman Frank Buttershaw would frequently tell his followers, “fear Alan, for if ye are not careful he will have the milk out of your tea, the butter off your bread and gi
Get out the middle lane! - A spoof news articleGet out of the middle lane or we'll f***ing deck you, says everyone
If you don't stop driving down the middle lane of the motorway at 62mph and get back into the loser lane where you belong, we are going to kick your fucking head in, the British public has confirmed today.
The innate selfishness of people who are unable to understand the very basics of the Highway Code is a problem considered by some to be even more pressing than Brexit. While those arseholes in flash German motors that don't seem to be fitted with sodding indicators are a major issue for the nation's motorists, it is the inconsiderate bastardry of useless middle-lane hoggers that is sending the country's collective blood pressure off the charts.
Motorist and angry person Emily Darbyshire said: "It's bloody infuriating! Why can't these losers in their shitty superannuated Austin Metro's get back in the inside lane with the pissing lorries? I swear, the next one of these fuckers I get stuck behind
Disney Revisited - DumboMovie Title: Dumbo
Release Date: October 23, 1941
Based On: Dumbo by Helen Aberson and Harold Pearl
I was really, really young when I first saw this movie and it honestly made no impression on me. I mean, I vaguely remembered it being cute and that was about it.
My Impression Now
I'm not sure what to think of this one. It feels like such a step back in terms of... Everything... compared to Snow White and Pinocchio. And seeing as it came out following something like Fantasia (a movie that I honestly couldn't place on this list, but I will come back to eventually), it's so unbelievably underwhelming. The music feels so incredibly dull and generic that it even pales in comparison to When You Wish Upon a Star; which you may recall I referred to as boring in my review of Pinocchio. The animation style looks much older than something like Snow White. This is especi
Disney Revisited - PinocchioThis review was originally written and posted on bbnest.wordpress.com on October 16, 2015
Movie Title: Pinocchio
Release Date: February 7, 1940
Based On: "The Adventures of Pinocchio" by Carlo Collodi
My mom really likes this movie so she had me watch it very young. What I remember of my first viewing of Pinocchio is a blurred mix of being mildly entertained by talking animals and a singing puppet and being terrified out of my goddamn mind.
Yeah. This movie scared me as a kid. We'll get into that.
My Impression Now
There I said it.
Now, like I said, I'm going to be fair when addressing a movie's shortcomings, but I just want to let you guys know right off the bat; Pinocchio gave me nightmares as a child and as an adult... It just leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Now, I can't say there aren't things I love about this movie. Because there are. There are things that make this movie still enjoyable; sur
Disney Revisited - Snow White And The Seven DwarfsThis review was originally written and posted on bbnest.wordpress.com on October 2, 2015
Hey, guys. Let's get started with the Disney Revisited review series!
Before we begin, let me just give you my overall opinion of Disney so you'll know what to expect of these reviews.
Yes, there's the stereotypes and the racist connotations and the shady morals, but even with all of that... It's impossible not to enjoy these films. It can't be done. And believe me, I tried. When it comes to Disney even their worst is fucking amazing; there's just no denying that.
So, while I don't shy away from the things I dislike in some of these movies, I'm never going to be one to bash Disney for its mistakes and shortcomings. I mean, it's freaking Disney!
With that out of the way... Let's get to the point.
Movie Title: Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs (yes, 'Dwarfs', not 'Dwarves')
Release Date: December 21, 1937
Based On: "Snow White" by the Brothers Grimm
Twilight Review: Preface + Chapter 01
*Disclaimer: I'm not a professional critic. This is strictly my (clearly biased) opinion and if you like this book; hey, good for you. Don't read this unless you know you can take a punch and laugh about it. Also, I tried not to curse but failed, so... Strong language ahead.*
Alright. I'm doing this. ARE YOU HAPPY NOW!? >.<
Sorry, guys, that was just a personal message for the dear, dear, friend who bribed me to do this for her. -.-
I'm not going to do much introduction to this. Everyone is sick of knowing what Twilight is and it's not much of a secret that I hate it with the fire and fury of a thousand suns.
That said, I gave my word that I would be as fair as I possibly can about this book and I meant it. I don't want this review series to turn into a rage induced rant. Because, in all honesty, the first time I read this book I was so angry with it I spent an entire afternoon ranting about it to one friend over IMs and then in person to
Murder, Ma'DearFlashlights delight - a glistening trance,
In beams that stream a rhythmic dance.
They sparkle the snow, enchanting chance,
But the unknown bestows a hopeless glance;
Murder, Ma'Dear, a voice spoke, so clear.
Hung with love, upon the tree, -
The greatest gift been given me,
And, Oh - My heart does fill with glee,
As eager seekers, merrily, see.
Murder, Ma'Dear, she shines for all here
I wish her words were not spoken so true,
Beholden-to what love told me to do
Ill-fated promise, upon this night, knew,
Of what love-lost had led me unto.
Murder Ma'Dear, an end to this fear.
It picked, at my brain, scratched with insanity -
How each love, unborn, had torn out humanity.
In this cold - Christmas warmth - can't calm my calamity
I was wrought from the loves that brought out this man in me
Murder, Ma'Dear, -increasingly clear.
The lights continue, in red, and in blue.
Upon this matter, the gathering grew.
A Christmas mistreating, of a heart beating true -
I deemed it misleading, like the love
The Coming Dark
The dark comes.
The black dog.
The dark comes.
Like you knew it would.
Like it always does.
Like it always will.
The dark comes.
The dark comes.
But it never really left.
It’s always there.
It just needed a nudge.
The dark comes.
The dark comes.
If the innocents die,
Then why are you here?
Why are you still here?
The dark comes.
The dark isn’t coming.
Through the Wall (KuroFai) (Part One) Gone.
A gaping hole, right there, in the midst of organs and tissue, all-consuming. Tears and more tears, endless waves that did not fill the gap, yet flooded, drowned everything. Empty words of comfort from select few reverberating, meaning well and yet not meaning anything, grasping without purchase in the mind.
They didn’t understand. No. No one did. No one cared past a few written words or a bowed head. They didn’t even want to comfort him at all, most of them. Not someone like him, of his background, who didn’t deserve it in the eyes of humanity. All he had was himself.
Which was why tears were still rolling down his already stained cheeks and soaking into the knees curled into his chest. It was also why he didn’t have the energy to uncurl from himself and turn on the light so he could find the blanket he’d carelessly tossed to the floor.
Never changeToday me and sis decided to take a pleasant walk down to Solis Park.As we were walking,we felt the cool Fall breeze streaming through our faces.We felt that the seasons were changing in a relaxing way.We than stopped by the park benches and sat down together while staring at the clear blue sky.So clear and cloudless was the sky today.For a little while,we both thought silently to ourselves until I decided to break the silence.
Eris:Yeah Andre bro?
Andre:Times are really changing,huh?
Eris:Yeah...they sure do.
Andre:Yeah...I hope that you never change,sis.
Eris:I hope so for you too,bro.
*Suddenly....the plasma duo arrived*
Hanasaki:Hey sensei.What's up?
Arisha:Umm sis...I don't think this is a good time to disturb them...we were just passing through...
Andre/Eris:*Picks up their respective princess fighters then puts them on their laps ,gently pats their heads,and rubs noses*
Arisha/Hanasaki:*Smiles and giggles*
Undead part 1He waits. That’s what he does. And I tell you what: tick followed tock followed tick followed tock followed tick followed tock followed tick...
The words of an old Guinness advert prowled through Mike de Villiers’ mind as he crouched behind a low, ruined wall in this run-down Warsaw industrial estate. The area dated from the Communist era and was built to a standard Eastern Bloc pattern of prefab concrete structures and boundary walls made from cheap brick that was incredibly susceptible to frost. Around three hundred metres away was a run-down three storey building, originally thrown up in the 70s for light industrial uses. It had seen better days, with all its windows boarded up and a for sale sign dangling from the front. But strangely the building was maintained, its driveway and hardstandings weeded and the boards over the windows painted and replaced when they started to rot.
It wasn’t strange to Mike. He knew that, with the sun about
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