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Round 3 Intro“Release me!!” Jenn demanded, as she tried to break free from The Shadow’s grip.
“How do you fear bugs? That’s not a true fear when everyone fears it.”
“LET GO OF ME!!” Jenn screamed on top of her lungs till she thought they would bleed.
“As you wish!!”
The Shadow lifted its arm up, the hand holding Jenn, and thrust her back down to the ground. Dust, rocks, and dirt exploded like fireworks on the cold, hard ground. Once the dust cleared up Jenn’s body was a mess from the impact. Her ribcage was smashed inwards, her wide hips fractured beyond repair. This corpse was a pile of broken bone and mush, but slowly her body started to take shape again, repairing itself. Jenn gazed up at the giant smoke monster through broken glasses; she saw multiple figures of that monster through the fractured frame.
“I don’t fear… insects …” Jenn voiced cracked and mumbled as her throat was reborn. “I fea
BrokenSouls-oct: AuditionThe night sky was clear and cold to the skin. The scenes from winter disappeared as warm spring took over the lands. But there was still a few fragments of the last season; slight frost on grass and shrubs, pale white snow like the moon caps the peaks of the mountains, and cold winds from the north slowly fading. One of these breezes blew a simple paper however it held great importance to change one's fate to a sharp turn. As the wind carried this paper it floats across the lands and slowly settling close to the ground in a soft meadow.
Before gravity can do it works, a hands caught it. Soft and smooth of a woman's touch, the manuscript is not damaged in any way. A woman with the purple horns of a mighty bull caught it. She was siting against the trunk of an elderly oak tree. She just gazed upon the paper, unable to do anything with it. Then she looked down at her lap, there laid a zombie head with no body to control. The horned female nudged the head with her index and middle finger.
Round 2 Intro"I think we got it now."
Graeme said nothing but stared at the swirling whirlpool of the portal.
"You're not much of a talker, Graeme," Cora commented.
Graeme was still silent.
"Then let's try it!!"
Cora was more than eager to turn on the portal. She hovered towards the metal switch and pulled it down. It stuck for a bit but the rusted metal screeched as it was pulled down. Then the lights dimmed down a bit as a loud boom echoed throughout the mansion.
L.E. and Xˇchitl were outside, being bored of their assigned guard duty. The duo sat on the porch, waiting for Jenn and Hali to return with the mortals. They were talking to each other, well L.E. was more so than Xˇchitl. She made low and long grunts and a few nasty growls to whatever L.E. said.
"We just have to wait," L.E. spoke.
A soft growl came from the woodland creature's throat.
"I know you're hungry, I'm a bit famished myself."
She made a hissing sound this time.
"Look Jenn will have a fit if we did that. Besides I want to lea
Body HurtHead strong
All I want for ChristmasAll I want for Christmas is for you stay by my side to keep me warm in the cold.
To hold not my hands, but hold my heart with your gentleness.
To kiss me not on my lips but on my suffering soul of pain so you can heal it.
For you to caress my skeleton so I can stay strong from fright and hatred.
All I want you to say is "love" and rip my blood and muscles apart of your warmth and happiness.
Keep me together from the darkness but let my fingers touch the still water of the horror and frights.
And let my half blind eyes see you clearly and smooth as the moon sees the stars.
Also just to make me pull muscles and tendons back on my skull to a smile.
All I want for Christmas is someone to say I love you without the broken words, the emptiness of promises, sorrow of a false smile, painful hugs of the flesh, teary eyes behind the glass mirrors, and lies of your voice.
Eren Yeager x Reader One-Shot: His Hero
Being forced into training after being attacked by the Colossal Titan has caused all Hell to be released into Wall Maria and threatens all inhabitants of Wall Rose. It's only been two years since you, Eren, Mikasa, and Armin were pushed in the Trainee Corps. Just being there the first day was harsh enough to drive people to their limits, sending them back into the fields to work hard labor. The sincere intimidation from Keith Shadis had shown the wretched truth as to why some people had signed up in the Trainee Corps in the first place. It made you sick to see that people joined only to live in the luxury of the Military Police Brigade where none of them had to face the horrific creatures known as Titans. You, on the other hand, were planning to join the Survey Corps where you would be serving a purpose; whether it meant you would lose your life the next day.
"WHAT'S YOUR NAME, MAGGOT?!" Keith continued on with intimidating the Trainees as he w
The Fridge3:02 a.m.
I woke up slowly and groggily, in the sort of half-dreaming way that you do sometimes. There were a few disoriented moments in the dark, as my mind sorted reality from dreams, before I knew where I was. You were asleep, curled up next to me with your arm over my midriff, your hand resting on my belly underneath the sheets, making me feel safe.
My stomach gurgled urgently, and I realised that I was incredibly hungry. I looked over at the clock and saw it was 3 a.m. I usually sleep soundly, but hunger always manages to get my attention over any kind of sleep. It wasn't as if I had gone to bed hungry. The leftover serving bowl on the side cabinet formerly full of ice cream would attest to that fact; however, my belly was unconvinced and continued to complain. Nothing else to do, I suppose, but get up.
I slowly and carefully pick your hand off my belly and move it to one side, trying not to wake you. A bit futile I suppose, it's not like I can move with much stealth these
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When I was younger I had many imaginary friends. Short ones, tall ones, some looked like cats or dogs, but none of them could compared to Mr. Thing. Mr. Thing, when I was younger, was a cute little teddy bear my mother had given me when I was three. Despite my imaginary friends he was all to real, cuddling me at night and keeping me company during the day. I carried him everywhere, and had refused to go anywhere without him up till the age of seven. Though even after I had stopped taking him everywhere I had still carried him around the house as if he were able to save me from dangers.
I had explained to him that I didn't want to take him to school anymore because he'd get dirty, and of course he had understood. Patiently waiting for me to return home to play with him. When I would come home he was the first thing I went to; where he would then sit, and help me with
WonderlandThe woman called Alice walks alone through the hollow streets, a seed planted in her sterile heart and a rifle sleeping in her belt. Last night, she'd witnessed the popping of Pérignon, and a dazzling display of fireworks, complete with alcohol-polished emotions and hundreds of thousands of citizens pulsing rowdy fanfare. She'd netted her highest number of kills that fateful day. Blood still rests in the creases of her palms.
A streetlamp greets her brightly with its mild glow, and alerts her to a dirty and disheveled homeless man groveling for money on the other side of the street. The young couple next to him give a feeble attempt to back away, claiming they have none to spare.
"Lies," Alice whispers. She can easily see the pearls jingling from the lady's neck, and a well-crisped suit guarding the young man from the night chill. Money is more than expendable to them. And this city could do without this attractive mask of a couple. They, too, are expendable. Alice begins t
Suicide and RebirthI stumbled upon a beautiful girl who was listening to loud music. I asked her,
"What kind of music do you listen to?"
She took out one earbud from her ear and replied,
"I listen to many things, sir."
"Like what?" I ask with curiosity.
"I listen to the breeze of the wind and the sound of the rain slamming on the roof during the stormiest of nights. I listen to the laughter of children when they play on the playground. I listen to the humming of the birds and the buzzing of the bees." She says.
"What beautiful things to listen to." I smile. "Do you listen to anything else?"
She smiles. "I'm glad you've taken an interest to my taste of music." She continues. "I listen to the pecking of woodpeckers and the howling of the wolf."
"The heart has its own song as well, sir. Do you hear it?" She asks in a tender voice.
"I do not." I say. "What does your heart sing of?"
"My heart sings of the rattling chains coiled around it, constricting it tighter and tighter as life drags on. It
23. Befriend Me - Jake English x Reader
It was you 17th birthday, you didn’t want to do anything with your friends this year, for one they were all busy and didn’t really have time to go. You didn’t fret though. Your parents promised you that you would get to go on a special trip, just the three of you. You arrived at the campground, the forest trees a dark shade of green, and the sky, a beautiful shade of blue, not a cloud in sight. You all set up your tents, your parents are giving you space, so the tents are spread quite far apart.
You stepped out of your finished tent and looked around, there were other families in the area as well, most with younger children than yourself. You told your parents you were going to check out the forest for a bit, they replied with their favorite line “Be Careful.” You walked slowly taking in the scenery, until you bumped into a taller looking boy.
“Ow… I’m so sorry!” You said softly.
“It’s quite alright dear.” He look
Water Runs in My Veins I break the surface and feel the waves embrace my into their icy, yet soothing arms. Once I am completely immersed, every inch of my skin tingles. My bones seem to melt to match the temperature of the water, and my movements become fluid. I deftly plunge deeper, feeling both the cold and the warmth rush past me with every stroke. The pulse of the ocean beats against my skin; it is alive. I open my eyes to take in the scene. I can't see clearly, the images are blurred. Still, I can make out soft hues of color. I reach out and feel the hard, smooth surface of a rock, resting amongst others. I feel a rigid plant, and my hand even grazes the backs of a couple of slimy fish. With each connection made by my senses, I feel a rush of adrenaline. I am truly unlimited when I'm under the sea; my fears have been washed away by the white waves.
Growing excited, I continue to venture deeper into the dark depths. Soon, I feel wisps of seaweed brush up against me, tickling
Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess and a handsome prince. The prince was a little older but the princess didn't mind. He was like a brother but very, very cute!
But the princess had an evil, mean, stinky older sister who always took the prince away from her! This made the princess very sad and angry!
She wished she was older...that way she could have the prince all to herself!! So one day she prayed to the stars and wished to be older!
"AND IT CAME TRUE!!!" Brianna screeched in her room. She stood in front of her mirror and struck a few poses. The clothes draped on her, and the heels were way too big for her feet. They were heels, bright red ones from mother's closet! Her dress of choice was the most beautiful one out of her mom's closet- a lovely blue sparkly dress which flowed outward like a mermaid dress. However, when Brianna wore it, it looked like a bag.
That's not all she had "borrowed." Her mother's jewelry always lay in the jewelry box on the dresser. It was
Of The Darkness: Part 5, unfinished shitFaith opened her eyes and saw she was in hotel room with her mother and godmother. She left the room and saw the hallway was at peace. When she returned to the room, her mother was standing up over her.
"Is something wrong?" she asked.
"I had a bad dream," the child said.
"Come on, let's go back to sleep."
LaLa walked her daughter back to the bed when they both heard a loud banging sound. The mother turned around and heard it coming from the hallway.
"Mommy, don't go," Faith insisted, holding LaLa's hand.
"I'm just going to check it out."
Then she left to open the door, that when she screamed for Henna.
Mike still had his hair went from his shower, but he and other guys ran out their room to see how was screaming. They saw LaLa and Henna in the hallway. Henna's strong build was holding the alien mother up, with her shields on high. The thin, pink neon shield was holding back a monster, a creature that darker than the night. The creature was a shadow T-Rex, roaring and smashing it's
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