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Journal #1: The First Attempt by oddemily, literature
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Journal #1: The First Attempt
Dear Journal-
Dearest Journal? Darling Journal? I've never kept one of these before. Obviously, because I’m two seconds in and already I sound like a complete idiot. That takes some talent, I suppose. Anyways, I don’t exactly know why I’m writing in you. It feels a bit redundant, scattering my rambling thoughts onto this page, but what the hell. Mom told me I needed an outlet, and now here I am, with absolutely nothing to say.
High school’s going great. That’s something. It’s also a lie, but most things are just a little. That sounded
Prologue 'A Fresher's Diary' by McNish95, literature
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Prologue 'A Fresher's Diary'
When you’re little, the most stressful part of life was which toy to play with, or when your parents wanted you to go to bed. Then, as you got older, boys and make-up, or girls and keeping up with your favourite sports games, would take over the stress role. And then there would be the exams and that one endless question that you’ll never be truly old enough to answer; what do you want to do with your life?
You hit seventeen, and that simple question can change you from being carefree into a ball of tears. Pressure hits you hard as you realise that you have to decide right now. You have to decide if you want to go to university a
i still breathe in all the tiny fragments of you.
just as the taste of bitter coffee lingers on my tongue, your scent stains the air, filtering yourself down my throat and deep within my lungs, where you make yourself at home.
you proved that breaking the strongest muscle in my body will not kill me, and you will not reside within broken walls. so you decided to no longer live within my heart.
instead, i'm reminded of you with every breath that is pulled into my chest.
like that time last july when you mowed the lawn, bought me flowers and swore you would never leave. i never thought i would smell something quite so beautiful as your colon
Scene 1 - life in the wild
In the green mountains two giant dragons rest in a clearing beside a stream. The small town of Pebume can be seen built into the mountain side lower down. One dragon lifts his head and AYAME and AIDAN jump from the trees and begin to kill them by sliding under the dragon and slicing through the pale soft spot on the underside of the creature's belly. The pair make quick work with their silver swords. Aidan's head bleeds where the bull caught him and Ayame ties a strip of cloth above a wound on her lower leg. The pair clean their swords and begin to collect the pelts, golden teeth and golden claws of their quarries.
Godsfall Chapter 1: Call to the Gods. by D-E-M-Emrys, literature
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Godsfall Chapter 1: Call to the Gods.
The priests had said prayer would save his mother, so Osar prayed for a year and a day. Dawn til dusk, beseeching shadow and sunlight. Oft late past the darkening hour he’d bowed his head and grovelled, bargained, begged. He had devoted himself to Dionas the Golden God. But Dionas hadn’t heard the prayers, or worse, refused to answer them. Even the gods couldn’t cure cancer.
Osar wrenched another weed from the overturned earth.
And for all of his devotion what did he have to show for it? A grave dug by his own hands and a dead woman to fill it. The Golden God might have been the city’s patron and its father, but O
The camp was silent but for a few of the screaming injured. There were no tents left, for they had all been burned to the ground. Knight and soldier slept side by side, each as dirty as the other. As Carter looked around at the mess that a small night attack had caused he feared what would happen if Dudley had sent the whole of their army to attack them.
He was as filthy as the rest of them, the white linen shirt that he had worn since they had fled from Springford covered in the blood of both his enemies and himself. His cheek bled where a soldier had sliced him and his side hurt where a fellow knight had tried to cut him down, but they wer
Charmia, Alfreda and Arabella were petrified as they were pulled along by the rough ropes wrapped tightly around their wrists. They saw nothing, for the scarlet stranger was cautious and insisted that the girls be blindfolded and gagged. Every now and then, the pirate that held onto Charmia's rope would pull her hard, not because she was lagging but because she was their hostage, nothing more.
The scarlet stranger watched them from behind as Arabella once more fell sobbing to her knees. Cook, a small man in both stature and position, walked back to her, feeling her small body collapse on the end of his rope. He pulled the young girl's plait
Loyal and Free - Chapter 6 by McNish95, literature
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Loyal and Free - Chapter 6
Chapter 6
Alfreda knocked cautiously on the heavy door, her sharp ears listening intently for a noise from her mistress within. When no such sound came, the maid slowly pushed the door inwards, the well-oiled hinges making not a noise. The thick black curtains had been closed and Charmia sat beside the unlit fire, her thin arms wrapped around her naked legs as she rocked back and forth. The beautiful gown that she had worn for her stroll with Princess Edlyn was strewn across the cold floor, the undergarments ripped in half beside them. The maid quickly closed the door as she heard laughter approaching down the corridor before rushing to ligh
Loyal and Free - Chapter 5 by McNish95, literature
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Loyal and Free - Chapter 5
Chapter 5
The cold rain came heavily to the frozen ground, the few plants that could survive in Rasoulian winters thankful for a chance to quench their terrible thirst. The many horses in their small stables fretted as thunder and lightning battled in the skies above, the two grooms rushing to quell their fears. Water buckets flew across the stalls, the animals were rearing. Stray dogs in the alleyways joined the rowdy chorus.
But there were a few that were grateful for the chaos outside. Carter and Cuthbert sat in the shadows of The Black Horse, their drinks hardly touched. They kept their faces covered, the dim candlelight casting menacin
Chapter 3
It was late evening by the time that the small party from the northern port of Marriot arrived on the outskirts of Springford, the mighty and ancient capital of Rasoul. Lord Hubert was snoring loudly after having drunk a whole barrel of wine that he had insisted on bringing as a gift for the king all by himself. His wife, Lady Anya, also lay completely unconscious in the gliding carriage. It was not surprise to Charmia, for the woman had been such terrible company from her dislike of her bawdy husband that the young lady believed that Lady Anya had bored even herself. Milda, on the other hand, had stayed awake for much of the day&r