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InvasiveDayaram Toaro picks her way carefully through the brush, bow drawn, arrow knocked and ready to fly. She found the most beautiful elk earlier in the day--Dayaram was certain its flesh would be tender and tasty. She watced her target carefully, waiting for exactly the perfect moment to strike. With a grin, she raised her bow, aiming carefully and drawing back the arrow. Her eyes widened in anticipation, her grip starting to loosen carefully to let the arrow sail smoothly into her target, her beautiful, graceful elk. "Hey!" she heard, winced, and jumped. She wasn't the only one to hear--the elk's head shot up and darted around for but a second before shooting away into the trees. Dayaram growled out a curse in frustration of losing her dinner, turning toward the stranger that had so rudely interrupted her. She was still poised to shoot her arrow, even as she turned toward the person who called out to her.
Dayaram had been ready to shoot, and dammit, if her arrow wasn't going to go into an
StalkIt is mid-Spring. The sky is only just beginning to darken; the air is cool, but not quite cold. Lea can hear twigs snap as her target walks through the trees. She'd been trailing behind for some time now, quite interested in the newcomer. Usually, the most activity Lea saw was during the day; in the brightest hours. They didn't seem to be in any hurry; indeed, they were simply meandering through the trees sprinkled over the ground in clusters varying in density. they carefully picked their way through the most dense pockets, savoring the small clearing peppered throughout. Lea couldn't remember by now how long she'd been following. She knew it had still be bright when they arrived. She wondered if they knew just where they are. She hadn't ever seen them before--did they know their way around? ... Did they know Lea was following them? Suddenly, the stranger stopped, and so did Lea. She froze, too far away from any trees to hide behind to bring herself to flee. Eyes widening, Lea found
IntruderMaria sat on her stool, like she always did. Lilya had seemed especially affectionate towards her lately, frequently complimenting her. She wondered if Lilya was alright; she certainly wasn't acting herself. But, Maria did not ask. She never did, only sat there, looking pretty, offering all the comfort she could with a sympathetic look. Lilya smiled at her--so odd--and nodded once before leaving the room. Maria sat for hours, it seemed, and before she knew it, the sky outside the sitting room's window was pitch black. Maria guessed it was nearing midnight, if it had not already come. Everyone must have been asleep, Maria thought; at least, those who had not been assigned any sort of task that required prolonged stays anywhere but here. Maria envied those who were allowed tasks and such. No matter. Maria had her own purpose. She would serve it eventually, she hoped.
Another few hours passed. Maria heard a clink and then a crash. Still, Maria did not rise. She simply sat, listened, and w
Summons"Riyo," Lilya said sternly. Riyo had recently developed the habit of daydreaming, and it was proving irksome for Lilya. "Uh, hmm...? Oh! Yes, Ms.?" Riyo had responded, finally. Lilya was in no mood to be tested; Riyo would need to be punished, if this kept up. Riyo didn't pay attention for long. Lilya could see it in her eyes, which had gone totally unfocused. "Riyo!" Lilya said again, less patient now. Riyo flew from the stool she sat upon. She looked like she was being physically thrown to the ground. "Oof," she mumbled, pushing herself up. "I apologize." Riyo got up to her feet. Her lip was bleeding; she'd bitten down on it when she fell. Her eyes landed on the puppet mirror of her in Lilya's hand. Riyo may have been new, but she knew the horrors Lilya was capable of with that silly little doll alone. "What task do you have for me today?"
"For once it's not mine. Someone called for you. Any idea who?"
"No, I don't have any family or anything."
"Regardless, someone knows you. T
Confrontation"I just don't understand why you keep leading her on," Zi said with a huff, crossing her arms as her chin angled toward the ceiling. Lilya and Sylia had just left for Their latest task. Loe didn't have the details; he didn't ask, and he didn't care to. All he knew was that whatever it was that they always did, it reduced Sylia to a bundle fo shaking and nerves, and he'd taken it upon himself to keep her calm--not by Lilya's orders, but he figured she appreciated having a puppet with a calm mind, even if she never told him directly of her appreciation. Loe did work a thankless job. "Zi," he said, as calm and collected as ever, "you know she gets nervous. It's not going to help anyone if she's so nervous that she can barely talk. I don't think I'm 'leading her on.'"
"Of course you are, and you know exactly what you're doing."
"I'm not doing anything. We all need each other here, Zi. My loyalties lie with you, but Miss Sylia is one of our own. Like it or not, we are all a family."
Party Crasher"Zi, Loe, close at nine; feed Riyo and Maria when you can," Lilya says as she enters the front of her shop, tugging Sylia along by the elbow. Lilya wore her usual attire, and Sylia had been made up in subtle make-up and a flowing lavender-colored dress. Sylia stood nervously as Lilya took Zi aside to give her some sort of direction or order, leaving Loe to watch a shaking Sylia shifting her weight between her feet. A dozen times, Sylia had done exactly what she was about to, but it never made her any less jittery. She jumped when she felt Loe's hand land lightly on the small of her back. "You look beautiful," he assured her, "and you will do just fine." Sylia knew Loe belonged to Zi--she did--but she always appreciated this short, intimate moment she and Loe shared almost every time she was headed off to complete a new task for Lilya. Loe really did make it more bearable, and he always managed to sooth her nerves before it was time to leave. Sylia took a deep, steadying bre
ShoppeThe bell above the shop door rings as a new customer walks in. Zi sweeps the floor as Loe counts the money in the cash register. Lilya is no where in sight. Immediately, Zi stops what she's doing and leans her broom against a counter. "Hello," she starts, her voice flat and monotonous, "How can I--" Zi is not given the time to finish her sentence before Loe cuts in. He shoots her an indeterminable look before turning toward the customer. The quiet click as the register drawer moves back into place is audible in the small, dead-silent shop. "How can we help you?" Loe's voice was just as flat as Zi's, but not so monotonous, and had an air of authority about it. Loe never referred to him and Zi as anything but a pair, even in casual conversation; he had always felt especially protective of his Zi. He didn't think he could handle himself if ever he were to be separated from Zi, and he knew she felt exactly the same way towards him. Zi seemed peaceful enough, but Loe knew better. She was a
Reality's EdgeI know that a lot of people tend to believe that mirrors are a certain kind of portal to another world; a world that was just like ours, yet somewhat... corrupted. Just a little bit out of place. It all looked the same; there wasn't a thing out of place. And yet, still, there would always be that feeling as if something weren't quite right, not quite the way it should be. Like the way one might feel when they knew they were supposed to remember something but couldn't remember exactly what. I always figured it might feel like that.
But that's not all of it. Some people also believe that that reflection in the mirror, that one that looks just like you, isn't you at all. It's some sort of monster. One that wants nothing more than to trade places with you so you will live the rest of your life in the corrupted world and so it can live your life, steal your real friends, real family, and you know what will happen? You'll become that reflection. You'll simply be mirroring the life of that th
To KikaiDear Kikai,
There are a lot of things I can't explain to you, such as why I would write a letter to you in the first place; or, better yet, why I would be writing it at three in the morning. You'll have to excuse me if I don't make sense or start babbling.
As I said, there are somethings I honestly can't explain to you. I already told you a few, but wanna hear a few more? I can't explain to you why you like Rachel so. I cannot explain why she likes Ben better. And, I cannot say why Ben likes her too. I just don't know the answers. I suppose its just that sometimes, things happen. Maybe we don't like them, and maybe we wish something different might have happened.
Now, I could go on, right now, for a while about what-ifs—what if things WERE different?; what if you were more normal?—however, that wouldn't change anything would it? But, I'd like to at least try to offer some advice, if I could.
Maybe I sound stupid, but I think things happen for a reason. Ma
Creepypasta x Depressed!Reader - ZombieI frown looking at the small red droplets covering the bottom of the bathtub. Hearing three louds knocks on the bathroom door makes me look up from my wrist. I didn’t even hear him coming down the hall. Who am I kidding, I never hear him when it most matters.
But I hear the now, going back to the living room. I hesitate for a moment, cleaning up the tub and pulling my sleeves over the soon-to-be scars. I exit out of the bathroom, cigarette smoke instantly filling my lungs, making me want to tear my skin off and cough so bad that it makes throat ache. But I can’t. He is already standing there, eyes narrowed, making his face look much older than it actually should. I walk up slowly, aggravating him more.
He probably wouldn’t have been this angry if Vanilla was here.
She had left a few weeks ago, all while killing our mother. She was just abusive as our father, maybe worse. The police were called before she could get to our d
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
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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
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
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
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
Don't Leave MeShe sighs. "So what you're telling me is... You're still going to leave."
"At least a week."
"But... That's too long. I can't wait that long; I already miss you. Besides.. A week turns into two weeks, and that turns into a month... You know what happened last time... And you're leaving me..." She shakes her head in disbelief and turns away. She was never able to let him see her tears, whether they were happy tears, or sad tears, or just tears. He places a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I know, I know... Come with me, then."
He smiles. "We'll go there together so I don't have to leave you, okay?"
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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