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Twelve manuscripts later, Mulaya had it: the last remnants of a script likely written a hundred years past. No one dared to write magic like this anymore. No one tried. Except for her. Getting her fingers on this had involved more than a little rubbing of the right elbows, greasing of the right palms, and the broken heart of a wizard who lived in Yrkai creating mechanisms for little more than art. A waste of talent, in Mulaya’s opinion. He was a talented gentleman. Now, he was a sad and talented gentleman. It didn’t matter. Mulaya didn’t have room for people in her life who would only hold her back. She had goals.
He had goals too, but they were not of the scope of hers. No, he would have only held her back. He disapproved of the idea when she’d first breached it to him, and taking it through each and every little step, the individual creations of the runes, the elaborate sigil map that Order himself would have been proud of—even standin
Why Do We Critique?Why Do We Critique People When They Just Don't Take It To Heart?
This is why we critique: because for every person who goes AHH HOW DARE YOU SUGGEST MY COMMA WAS IN THE WRONG SPOT, five people learn something. We critique for the 13 year old girl who'll freak out because you dared suggest that her story was flat and she could make her story much more interesting by giving her main character personality who sends all her friends to harrass you because HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY INSULT HER STORY... you meany...
...And then 5 years later she's sitting in her computer chair, wondering why the hell she didn't listen and beg for more, writing critiques of her own on literature and coaching other young teenagers to write the way she wished she could have at that age.
You, my friends, critique for people like me. The people who wrote grammarically incorrect, rehashed, cliches, mangled storylines with flat characters who let it sink in and realize they were wrong and respond by improving the
My Homophones and IGrammer can be fun!
She makes me yummy cookies.
I love my Grammer!
Grammar can be fun!
I loves my apostrophes!
And those commas too!
VoicesI remember the voiceswhispers that swam up from the darkness, weaving in between the hollow music that echoed in the chamber with swells of, oh, I dont think I ever was quite certain what it was that I heard. I remember the screaming, the cheers and applause as someone took the stage. I remember one voice that took over
And then I lost the echoes, the people who whispered that I could hear amidst the screaming and cheering.
I remember the voice. He sang amidst the music, he sang that song.
I dont even remember the name of the song.
I remember they screamed.
The people screamed.
And I remember I fainted.
I dont remember lying there on the ground as music wove around me; voices screaming, oblivious to one person lying comatose on the ground with eyes shut. People cheering, war whoops and wails as the lead singer stole all attention from one figure alone in the crowd.
What I do remember is my eyes flickering open when the emergency team arrived. I remember st
Winter-55 Second Person WordsYouve never stood in the middle of paradise like this. Everything is blue, the sunlight casting shadows over snow. It shines, winter eating away the cold gloom. Youd almost want to make a snowman. If only it wasnt so cold. But thered be no snow. It would melt otherwise. And you hate. The stupid. Heat.
Dialogue - 55 WordsWeve been quiet for so long, I have to know. Are you all right, Master? I ask, somewhat hesitantly.
Dont call me that, he says with trepidation. Youve seen me cry; skip the honorific.
Youre like a father to me. Its a token of respect.
Then call me father. He looks irritated. Or brother. Please.
On The Edge - history dumpOn The Edge - exerpt from later in the book.
06/12/31 security recording logged
Your mission went well? Pause. No?
We lost Galvahaert. We lost Raiyn. We lost Abroidine. We lost Disvana and Navadae. I lost Gabriel.
We. We. I?
Care to elaborate, Talnaver?
I Sobs. Gasps.
It would be easier to just s-show you
What? What is what are what is that thing?
Shhh. No, its okay, Talnaver. Calm down. Here. Pause. Tell me. Oh, whos the most the Im sorry. The easiest to start with.
N-no Gasp. Im I-Im all right. I just couldnt cry for so long Disvana and Navadae were killed by the elves. The elves on Mysdea. They killed them. They separated their bodies fro
VendettaFuneral fires, the smell of a death, that blaze that ate away at life. Fury. Horror. Yet Saerin found she still stood there and gazed into the smoke. Not gagging. No, not gaggingshed stood at the pyre all too many times before. All for the same purpose: to watch another Ytho rot away in the flames, yet another immortal life taken.
Only to return.
And oh, how the domino effect spirals down and down
Perhaps next time shell stand at my death bed.
Perhaps itll be a he.
Perhaps next time Ill win again and undergo this torture once more.
She stood there and stared. The body was barely a child. Maris Ytho never could have fought back. But it was still another Ytho dead. All for what? A vendetta?
But you didnt kill this one. Your homeland claimed her.
Saerins fingers unclenched, and a flower went spiralling down. A flower for innocence, left with the ashes. That respect, shed pay her enemy. Rest in peace, nemesis,
On The Edge - exerptDown the old alley, Nolin strained to balance a load of heavy groceries on one arm, trying to unlock the apartment door with his free hand. It was getting late, it was beginning to rain, and he didnt want to be out here any longer than he had to be. A crash of thunder only reminded him that the faster he could get this door open, the faster he could hole up in his dark apartment with his laptop and a bowl of popcorn as a companion.
Finally, he set down the bags, pushing the door open and picking the paper sacks back up.
The bottom split open. The water must have soaked through, weakening it. Nolin swore, and set the other bags just inside the door. Tossing his keys into the house, he chased after the scattered groceries.
Just my luck
He retrieved a tin of margarine, went after the small block of cheese and container of coffee.
A dark hand closed over his cheese. As Nolin straightened up, he found himself staring into the liquid eyes of
You dropped this,
Poland X Child!Reader
Okay, first time writing Poland! Let's do this!
Poland X Child!Reader - It's Going To Be Okay.
"Hey, are you, like, okay?" A male voice asked.
The girl opened her eyes and looked at a man with soaked straw blonde hair sticking to his cheeks and bright green eyes, full of life, curiosity and worry. He was dressed in a salmon pink collared, button up shirt, black pants and black shoes. The girl looked at the man in confusion. "Are you talking to me?" She asked. The man nodded and said, "Yeah, like, who else would I be talking to?"
The small girl shrugged. "I dunno. Why are you worried about me anyways? No one else has been..." She said. The man felt a tug at his heart and picked the small, cold, wet girl up. She didn't protest. "Because I have a heart, unlike some of these people..." The man said. "Wanna, like, come to my house? It's totally warm there and I could, like, get you some totally cute clothes." He asked the girl. The girl simply nodded. "That'd be
Reader x Dave: Puns"Hurry up ___! Do it! I want to see how this goes!"
"Shut up John! Give me time! Go make some cookies or whatever!" You hissed at your friend, John Eggbert, as you stared at your computer. The two of you were trying to figure out a way to get you to cleverly admit your love for none other than Dave Strider, the cool 'swaggie' kid.
'I got this...'
-- -_ [ -_ ] began pestering turntechGodhead [ tG ] at 12 : 37 P.M --
tG: holy fuck what do you want ___
-_: I am trying to impress John and everyone by thinking of puns! I know that your irony can help me, right~?
-_: Oh what?
tG: can you do algebra
-_: *___ sighs loudly at what (s)he knew would lead up to this* yes Dave, I can do algebra. I'm not the best, but I can get you at least a C on that math report you have on Wednesday.
tG: sweet okay who do you need puns for
-_: literally everyone! All the trolls and the rest of you kiddos!
tG: dont call me a kiddo
A Slice of Blapple PieIt was a beautiful day; the magenta sky was free of clouds, Paka, my volpiline, was pouncing on tiger mice and letting out trills of joy, and I was standing on a branch in my blapple tree, a rope tied tightly around my waist (so I wouldn't plummet to my doom), picking blapples and placing them in my basket I had over my arm.
As I was humming "Even Flow" by Pearl Jam, I heard Paka give an angry growl, and looking over, I saw him fly with his little wings up into the tree and through an open window of my house. Perplexed, I looked below me, and standing at the base of the tree was a black blob. (I'm practically blind without my glasses.) However, I knew who it was once I heard her speak.
"Rei!!" shouted Annatier, her voice echoing in an unnatural way. "Rei! HEEEEEY!!! REEEEEEEI!!!"
"What?" I shouted back, feeling a bit miffed.
"Can I come over?" Anna yelled up.
"No!" I said. "I'm busy!"
"But I wanna come over!"
"GO AWAY ANNA!" Without waiting for a response, I carefully walked across the
France X Sick! Reader - I'll Be There For You
Alright, let's see what I can do~. Hopefully I'll do good.
France X Sick!Reader - I'll Be There For You
You lay in your bed, stomach pains and a constant nauseated feeling. You've already puked twice today and you feel like you don't want to anymore. You sigh and hear a knock at the door. You got up and your head pounded, causing you to hold a hand to it. You walk to the door and open it to reveal your flirty, best friend Francis or better known as the personification of France.
"'Ello (Y/N)! 'Ow are you doing?" Francis asked with the accent that you found pretty cute. Okay you admit, you have a giant slight crush on the Frenchie. "Terrible." You simply replied. "Oh? What's wrong?" He asked. "I'm sick. That's what. I think I have a stomach virus." You replied, grumpily. Sickness messes with your emotions, makes you kind of grumpy.
"Do you 'ave a fever?" Francis asked as you moved aside to let him in and you closed the door. "I dunno to be honest." You replied. "Zhen you must ta
Tarzan [A Signless x Reader fanfic] Chapter 1How the hell did you get to this place? Heck you didn’t know…it was weird and dark and spooky and you swore you heard creatures somewhere.
All you remember was laying on your bed, enjoying a good book and sipping some lovely tea then BAM! You were falling from the sky and landed hard on the greyish ground, clenching your book as if it was going to save you. And on the floor you still laid, before regaining yourself and standing up, wiping off the dirt– or whatever it was off of your being.
“Bloody hell...” You cursed, a deep frown marring your face and your nose crinkling in slight displeasure. Still clenching your book, you took off towards…was it the south or the east? Whatever! You didn’t care about directions, as long as you could find a way out of this place.
You shivered at the night wind, and wrapped the bathrobe around you, since you had forgotten that you were still in a nightgown, and that was indecent for a lady to wear out in publ
Hetalia X Child!Reader - It's Going To Be Okay.Hetalia X Child!Reader- It's Going To Be Okay.
A child no more than five walked around in the downpour outside, dressed in what used to be a light shirt and shorts. Her wet, matted (H/C) hair plastered to her face by the rain. She was deathly pale and her dull (E/C) orbs showed no spark of life. The few strangers on the streets payed her no attention. She was used to it. No one cared for her. She saw a bench so she climbed onto it and sat down and closed her eyes.
Until she heard a voice.
Attack on Titan: Erwin x reader x Levi Pt.1There was a feeling of pity in sitting heavy in your stomach.. and your chest. You sat outside of the closed off door and leaned against the frame. The sight was burned into your memory. Erwin had been so covered in blood, no one could tell if it was from a wound of his own or from the comrades falling around him. It was disturbing when a shaky voice called out his name, and he didn't move, he didn't look like he was breathing. Your mind began to swim in hysteria again before you opened your eyes and took a breath. You were safe in the building, he was safe in the building.. He was alive. You honestly struggled to remember how Levi had found the both of you as quickly as he did, but.. Thank God for that little man. A sharp exhale pushed through your lips as you turned around and opened the door quietly, catching sight of Levi sitting on a stool next to a steel bathtub. Erwin still being unconscious, Levi took it upon himself to take care of the commander.
He wore his uniform, onl
Christmas Girlfriend - First Advent
Christmas Girlfriend – First Advent
It was that time of the year again. The Bells were ringing, the snow was falling and everybody was in a great mood.
Of course this accounted for Brian too.
He was humming softly to himself as he was walking down the pedestrian area in the city center. Even though it was still four weeks till Christmas, everybody was already out preparing for the great celebration.
Be it buying presents for their loved ones, enjoying a hot wine punch or taking part in many pre-Christmas activities. Everyone was busy.
Brian grinned to himself, thinking about his parents and his sister and how great it would be to see them again.
He was of medium height, had shoulder long, messy blonde hair and wore a tick leather coat to protect him against the snow. A thick green scarf was fastened around his neck and he wore a similar colored woolen cap.
He stopped at the center of the marketplace and turned for three hundred sixty degrees. The air smelled of hot chocolate, of
Tarzan [A Signless x Reader fanfic] Chapter 2You woke up to someone poking your side and murmuring something in your ear. You groan, swatting the hand away and trying to fall asleep again, only to be poked again much harder this time.
“Okay, okay I’m up!” You groaned, pulling yourself up in a sitting position, eyes droopy and hair bundled up in knots. The creature, you really needed to stop calling him that…it sounded quite rude, stood up and walked over to your book.
You watched him with weary eyes, that was your favorite book and you swore if he caused any harm to it, you were going to hurt him…a lot. He examined the cover, before looking at the contents inside with curious eyes. It was cute…in a way. You sat on the leaf-bed for a few more minutes, watching him as he leafed through the book before a brilliant plan came to mind. You could teach him your language, and then he could teach you…his?
Yes such a brilliant plan! But first you needed to give him a name, just so you wouldn
Rank - 55 More WordsI found the place where Id been ordered to wait. The floor was trashed, the walls covered in graffiti. It was a putrid place; it smelt foul. It was so absurdly dark in here. I waited; finally he stomped in. His smirk made me wince. I bowed formally, stiffly.
Brave, your Highness. He laughed. Brave.
on old sanzu - absolutely true fictionlast fall i stole my friend down by the tama river. we sang. we danced. we skipped dead fish like rocks and watched them get swallowed by the undertow. we got sick off of bad chinese food and went skinny-dipping and then a week later she drowned herself.
her uncle was a yakuza, i think, but he really just wanted to be al pacino or something. anyway, she loved him a lot. maybe that’s why she went down the way she went down; cement shoes. not real cement, but it was the same idea. she had two cloth bags with yellow-painted cinderblocks inside, and they were tied to her ankles like the prisoners’ chains from o brother where art thou.
in my mind’s eye i can see her, limping dreadfully close to the edge of the current, her left hand gripping at her breasts through a loose t-shirt. kneeling by the wastelands, elbows in the gravel, crawling forward out into the water. angry like a dermis under wool, all teeth and salt and sand. sleepy, submissive, sublimated.
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