Out of the Ashes ~ chapter 12“You sure you want to go through this Bella?” I ask her as Nina starts to wrap a rubber strand around my right arm. She tightens it as Bella sits next to me on our bed. She smiles happily at me and gives the thumbs up. I feel the cool alcohol on a cotton ball rub against my arm.Out of the Ashes ~ chapter 12 by BrownieRainbow
“If they say it’s safe, I’ll trust them. I’m all up for this, so don’t worry about me, m’kay?” she pats my back and Iona walks into the room where Nina, Bella, Mitch and I reside in. She gently closes the door behind us and walks over to stand next to Mitch by the north wall next to the nightstand.
“Bella, you’re only 14. What if something goes wrong? I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I let you do-“
Bella cuts her off by giving her a stern glare and speaking up. “It’s my decision to do this, Iona, not yours. I know we’re practically family, but I have to make my own choices too.” I look away from the bi
Fire.This is always how its has been between us,Fire. by maditokka
Back and forth,
Yes and no,
Love and hate.
I’m still in love with you.
Whether you're still in love with me is unknown,
but know this.
Know that only two men in my life have made me feel like I was worth it.
The first was my dad,
The dad that died 7 months ago,
The only dad I've ever had,
The man I could lean on,
My hero died,
My strength weakened
My rock crumbled.
The second was you.
You of all people,
The ADHD driven boy that when I was ready to drive off a cliff
Took my keys away,
And then you left too,
“He’s an asshole forget about him”
“Why aren't you over him yet? Just forget about it”
“Ew him? Seriously he isn't worth it”
What am I supposed to say to people because I cant agree with them,
Because no one calls firefighters assholes for saving lives,
Everyone blames the fire.
So why cant they believe in your saviour and blame my fire?
Out of the Ashes ~ chapter 11"Just hide damn it!" Mitch pushes me under the bed of my bedroom and I feel the dust enter my nose and eye. My throat just might close up from all the dust bunnies down here. I cough and pull over my backpack from under the bed and place my head in it to and muffle my breathing. "They know you."Out of the Ashes ~ chapter 11 by BrownieRainbow
"I look different from back then Mitch." I curse out in a slightly muffled tone, "By that logic, Iona, Bella, and you should be hiding as well."
"They'll want you more than us, thinking that you have the cure and all."
I sigh and scoot out from under the bed while pulling out my brown backpack. I kneel in front of Mitch while I rummage around my bag's insides looking for my gun. "At least let me help scare them off. If anything happens, I swear I'll run inside, get Calemn, and make a break for the forest. I promise you, they don't know me. They know the old Ash, not the new one." I smile and feel my hand wrap around the grip of the black gun. A satisfied smile grows bigger as I unzip my f
Set Sail Chapter 5: Interviews with a ThiefThe silence was so thick you could probably cut it with a knife and so awkward it could kill a blue whale... And no I'm not joking...Set Sail Chapter 5: Interviews with a Thief by Rain-Loom
I pressed my dagger closer to the elf's pale throat, a slow trickle of blood forming below the edge. He didn't scream like the delicate elf he should be (seriously any little thing like a stubbed toe sends them wailing like babies), he didn't beg for his life, no instead he just stared at my dagger and sword in awe. I opened my mouth to question the elf when a excited squeal left his lips.
"Are they Damascus steel?! I've never seen one up close before!"
I raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Wait what?"
"I need to get a pair sometime they're seriously cool and so pretty!"
I stared dumbly at the taller being when I heard Thistle give a questioning hum. I snapped myself from my revere and slammed the thief against the tree, snapping him from his state of awe. "What the heck do you think you are doing?!"
"I was complementing your dagger and before that I was ru
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Hidden Secret SherlockxReader Chapter 10Hidden Secret SherlockxReader Chapter 10 by chrislokistark
Secret could kill
I looked beside me and saw Sherlock, who was sleeping like a small baby. I could not sleep. I looked at the clock. It was six o'clock morning. I slept about two hours, and the rest of the nigh I was watching at the wall or o him. I sat on the bed. I got my hands on my knees and put my head on them. I breathed. I wanted to finally live normally life with Sherlock. Stop to think about who want to kill or destroy us. This situation, in which I was I did myself. I have started this chess game about life. I looked again at my love. I reached to him and kissed him on the forehead and passed my hand through his hair.
"I love you." I told him quietly. I met out of the bed, dressed clean underwear and put his shirt on me. I careful close the bedroom door. I took the tea pot into hands and filled it. I opened a fridge, except jar of eye balls, some chemicals and
The Wolf SongThis song is dedicated to all the Wolves,The Wolf Song by Krikak
who had fallen for the pack,
who had died to save us.
Gods bless your bravery.
We will never forget...
Glorious descendants of wildness,
Left hearts full of loneliness.
For the freedom’s sake you have fallen,
They‘ve left your dreams forever broken!
You died to save us, your sacrifice…
It’s the greatest heroism in our eyes!
So brave kids of wildness,
Left hearts full of sadness.
We’ll remember, we’ll never forget… never!
Knowing killing you was the worse crime ever,
We’ll keep the memories of you with honour,
Swearing they won’t kill our kind anymore!
Glorious descendants of wildness,
Our hearts full of loneliness.
So brave kids of wildness,
Our hearts full of sadness.
You’ve given us the might for now and ever.
The power to don’t let them win – never!
We all solemnly swear, that we’ll fight…
‘til the very end of this dying night!
How To Find The Way BackHow to find the way backHow To Find The Way Back by Shellylynn45
From a life you don’t know how
You got there going blindly
Running from everything so far
Chasing fighting after madness
Trying to prove it as a dream
Fighting all who stand before you
Saying you don’t feel a thing
But there’s pain an aching lonely
That threatens all it will consume
Telling that this will only
Spell out for certain doom
Home fires burn no longer brightly
Can’t see them well enough to turn back
Bringing it all down with you
In a raging heart attack
Lost so far in the darkness
And you see so little light
Wishing for home so very badly
To leave behind this endless night
The endless sorrow of always searching
For something hidden you don’t know
And to get back is still a mystery as to which direction to go
So they point out where to go
Tell you get back where it is they are
But you’ve changed and you are different
Still feeling way to far
Off from where you should be
Still chasing after dreams
Won’t give up
100 Theme Challenge 1:100This was the world in which people lived. Reality was a whole story of its own and yet some people out there in the world try and wrestle the absolute truths of the planet into words. They subdue the words and beat them into submission before writing them down on the blank pieces of paper before them. These are the artists of the story, masters of written words, tasked with the ability to bring the smallest of ideas and write them for the rest of humanity.100 Theme Challenge 1:100 by Rebel-Night
But why do they do this? To many it seems a waste of time and talent and it is the invasion of one's own privacy to publish these works. The many of people it does not make sense but to those of us who write it can make a lot of sense. There are a great many reasons why one person would write and then publish it.
To some it is the fame that may ensue from a book to others it is the peace of mind when the worlds have flooded out in a torrent from their mind and emptied it for another to take its place. And still then some write just t
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