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Herobrine's Minecraftia- Part 1“But sir!” and Enderman pleaded, on his knees, “The blocks will go no higher!”
I stepped up to him, placing a finger under his chin and raising his gaze to mine. He respectfully closed his eyes. That’s right. No one looks me in the eyes. A slight smile crept over my face and i let out a sarcastic chuckle, “Do you dare mock my orders?”
He gasped, keeping his eyes closed tight, “No! No sir i would never dream of it! But something is preventing-”
“Nothing prevents me.”
Tears filled his eyes, “I know sir, i just-”
My eyes widened in rage, “keep your dignity! What if Steve were to see you like this? He would finally know what a puny race you enders really are. We don’t want that do we?”
“Then keep building.”
I turned and walked away, glancing to the side at the Enderman on the roof of my future home, building away. They didnt stop, and they didnt look. The penalt
Alexandra Mayes: PLEASE READ FOR MEMy smile vanished as the man known as Alexander advanced, giving me a look that meant nothing good. I was trying to decipher what he was thinking through his eyes, but that’s hard when you fear for your life. What was he going to do? Torture me or maybe something worse?
He reached and caressed the side of my face, getting close. I began to shake with fear, “Calm down baby girl, no need to be frightened.”
But what he didn’t know was that I was tricking him. When he moved his eyes down to examine me, I threw my knees up and hit him square in the jaw, but he quickly shook it off, barely flinching, blood seeping out of the side of his mouth. My eyes grew wide.
“You may have gotten Dimitri, but you won’t get me off guard.” He said, reaching down and clasping his hand on his pistol, waving it in my face, making sure I knew it was there, and then pulled out a knife, cutting the rope away that restrained my hands. He tugged me to my feet and with a sma
Hypnotic: a book idea: feedback pleaseplot
dictator, device that hypnotizes people. armies against human race. armies super intelligent and disguised as regular people. people who have killed other humans too. human race goes into hiding. population down to one million, 900,000 are disguised as regular people. They outsmart the people around them until they can obtain a gun. world wide premiere of first american dictator, Zachary Adams.
Amanda is main, long brown hair and blue hoodie and torn jeans. grey eyes.
Andie is her brother, curly blonde hair and bright blue eyes. red t-shirt and torn jeans.
Emily is best friend, long red hair, green eyes. pink short sleved, pink skirt
Mariah is friend, black, brown eyes, curly black hair in pony tail. Purple long sleved dress shirt. black leggings.
Jake is andie’s best friend. black long sleved shirt, torn jeans. blue eyes.
Jordan minecraft guy, dark brown hair with curl brushed to the side. brown slight beard around chin. brown eyes. black t-shirt. Jeans.
reside in ma
Minecraftia: Prologue: Enders CallingDarkness surrounded me, filling my thoughts, engaging my senses, and stealing my breaths. Bright, gleaming eyes watched me from the shadows of the stone that was around me. I could not see very far, for they prevented that. No, I wasn’t going to see, or move, anytime soon. I blinked, forcing a blurry vision upon my thoughts, but I still could not see. I could feel the hatred glares piercing on me, but I could not lift my head, for it was no longer mine. Nothing that had once belonged to me, were mine. They belonged to the eyes now. I heard an earsplitting sound, what sounded faintly like a purr if the cat were not possessed by a demon. I heard the heavy sound of footsteps, and when the sound reached my ears, my vision returned. I gasped as the darkness subsided, but only enough for the eyes to have a face. The breath was ripped from my lounges as I gazed upon the horrifying creature.
It was very slender, towering about four feet above me. Long, thin arms stretched past it’s
Bioshock: The Unknown Ch. 2"This is Sophia lamb..."
I didn't care who it was. Stupid intercom playes the same messages over and over again. Stupid nonsense about "The Peoples daughter" and "The Rapture Family." psh. I stopped
listening a long time ago.
I stepped to a vent that i was sure was the right one and I raised a fist, banged on it two times, and took a step back. A few seconds later, a smile, or what I remember of a
smile, crept across my face as Megan came into sight. Well rested and hungry, I helped her onto the ground and she giggled, grabbing my hand and pulling me along. I
follwed without protest and kept watch as she searched for the smell of ADAM. I followed, always followed.
Megan crouched beside the angel and began to gether, and the splicers came. Nothing unusual.
Then I heard a loud voice that didn't belong to a splicer, it didn't belong to a Little Sister-
But from another Big Daddy.
The splicers froze, thinking twice about taking on two Big Daddies, they fled down the hall, cursing over thei
BS2- if delta had lived 2Yeah I remember.
Every God forsaken detail.
She wants me to forget.
but how could I?
I sat down in a chair with my head in my hands. She loomed over me, a frown on her face, "You know Father, You can't
keep going into these daydreams. It over." Eleanor told me, patting me on the back.
"Come on Daddy, we're going to be late!" Wendy told me, stomping on the ground, "I don't want to be late on my first day
of school!" words of protest came from nine more mouths, all not so pleasant.
I shook my head. Of course. I needed to forget about those times, they were over, and I had more important matters to
attend to. I rose to my feet, still not used to the unexpected lightness that came with it. I nodded at Eleanor and she
turned to the door, "Come sisters, let's go." They let out little cooes of exciement and ran to the door, all wearing
I followed them, looking around at the feeble house we had managed to aquire. Although in my thirteen years in Rapture I
had forgotten how to do m
A Proper End to Our Fairytale (BENxJeff)"BEN... I think we need to talk."
The albino cyber warder looked up from his book and arched an eyebrow at his husband. Jeff's eyes were hidden behind his long ebony bangs, but still he looked at BEN. BEN hummed in question, putting down his book.
"What about, hon?"
Jeff was silent for several moments, then he leaned back in his chair, casting his gaze out the nearest window. The last bit of the day's sun was casting an orange glow on his white face and setting his greyed eyes on fire. A shrug passed between his shoulders and he sighed.
"We've been in this world for how many years?" BEN looked thoughtful.
"Going on twenty years, now. Crazy, isn't it? I mean, technically I'm like... forty fucking five years old. Once upon a time I didn't think I'd know life past fifteen. But anyways, why do you ask? Is your memory getting as bad as your sight these days?" BEN smirked, but his lips creased downwards when Jeff didn't show any signs of amusement. "
Power of an EmperorMyric knew he had failed.
His men lay dead around him, by the tens of thousands. On the floor in front of him lay his unconscious wife, cut and bloodied by the enemy. Surrounding him billions of Draken soldiers stood. They roared in triumph.
The sinister forms of the Draken commanders surrounded them. The sleek form of Toxin stood laughing licking the horrific poisons on her knives, next to her stood Decapitator, his ancient sword laying at rest, his quiet form ever ready. These two were also backed by the forms of Ravager, his claws outstretched and waiting for the order to kill, and the Soul Monarch, the massive giant standing at the for.
”So little Angel. You have finally fallen, we will be kind and give your wife a quick death, but for you... I’m afraid our master wants a chat” its booming voice echoing an drowning out the cries of the Draken around him.
Myric knelt over Duneyers form, he had tears in his eyes. He hadn’t been able to stop them, his so
NestingIf you’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing an excavator unearth a huge mound of dirt, how it all falls in where the earth is no more, then you know what it’s like to see a golden belly wake up in the morning. The dirt, trash and broken items that they normally pile up around them over time, like a bed of refuse and chaos, gets shifted around as the troll finally stands. It was upon watching this display that I realized Matilda had accumulated a large amount of shit in the corner of the room, how she managed to do it without me realizing it, I still don’t understand. I am a very fastidious person, I mean I get on my fiancée for leaving her bras sitting on chairs in the house sometimes.
The odd thing about it however was the way she was piling it, as if she were making a fortress of just crap and some of the most random items I’ve ever seen. One in particular caught my eye and I had to go over and pick it up to make sure it was really there.
DotW - RP: Tamarack Meets DeluButtGrapes
The rain that drummed along the roof of the main den echoed in Tamarack's larger then average ears. She had been cooped up in that dusty place for most of the day because Lyn had asked her to, and of course she listened, but the young female was dieing of boredom. She rolled over several times, groaning, trying to think of SOMETHING to do. Perhaps if she was lucky another wolf would waltz into the main den to escape the rain and she'd have someone to play with.
Thunder rolled in the distance, and the puddles that formed outside were calling to Tamarack, but she knew better then to go against Lyn's requests. She wanted to always be a good girl in her adoptive mother's eyes, and a good girl she would stay. If only she had some company this whole ordeal would be much more bearable.
Lyn had recently pulled Delu aside and asked him if he would like to help care for a pup that she had found. Of course, Delu was ecstatic about the idea! It hadn't bee
Man of Fire He was a man of fire.
Simple as that, but this made no sense to him.
Though he was the embodiment of fire, Kin Fai liked to look at the ocean. All the other fae knew where to find him if he was greatly needed. Just go to the coast, at the very edge of the burning hot desert at dawn or dusk, and you shall find him either towering as he stood or seated cross legged leaning forward as he watched the prideful sun change the sea's color to orange as it shimmered away in the horizon.
But this. . . this was different to him.
Kin Fai loved to play, and before him was a small little desert fox playing in the waters on the wet beach, cooling its already wet pale yellow fur on the wet waves.
He wanted to join with his desert brother and jump in the water, splash around and dance with him.
But he could not.
This made no sense, why fire cannot play in the sea.
DotW - RP: Tamarack Meets Venuseto-nyan
It was early in the morning when Venus woke to make her morning rounds. It'd been years since she was apart of a pack, so she still had trouble adjusting to pack life. Her feet tread softly on the soft soil of the den, her eyes roaming over the breathing sleeping bodies of her den mates before she padded out to watch the sunrise. Since the den was at the top of a hill overlooking the sloping valley below, it was the optimum place to watch the day begin. "So yet another day begins..." She sighed quietly to herself before laying down and watching the vivid orange sky fade to pale blue.
Tamarack awoke soundlessly, her eyes blinking open slowly one at a time. She didn't dream that night, so it seemed she had fallen asleep one moment and woke up the next. She stretched out her tiny stubby legs and yawned greatly, curling her small pink tongue before bouncing out of the den, stick poking oddly from her square jaws. She caught a glimpse of a new wol
That Time of The Month (FInal part) "BEN? Can I feel your belly?"
BEN blinked, looking down to see little Sally looking up at her with big, green puppy-dog eyes. She smiled, lifting the brunette onto her lap. Her baby bump was starting to show, and even though she was only just starting her second trimester, the cyber ghost was an anxious mess. But seeing Sally's hand against her stomach, so gentle and innocent, her anxiety eased a bit, and she relaxed.
Suddenly, Sally pulled back, fear in her eyes. BEN tilted her head. "What's wrong, Sal?"
BEN gazed at her for a moment before laughing and hugging her.
"That's just the baby's way of saying hello and that it can't wait to see it's big sister!" BEN explained, watching a huge grin spread across Sally's face.
"Hey, now, don't think that the baby's the only one who's excited to get here, you two." Jeff yawned as he padded into the living room, setting down on the couch and kissing BEN's cheek. Sally
DotW RP: Boone and Tagen go on an ADVENTURE!Idlethe:
It was a bright morning day and the sun blazed down, heating everything up. Christoph's fur, being thick and heavy was absorbing this heat and he was getting hot and bothered. "Where we be, ya old fart?" The little fur ball that kept on Christoph's heels was making nasty comments all morning. Christoph rolled his eyes, already used to his niece. He had kept her away from the pack for a while, wanting to establish a relationship with his niece. He had managed to get through a few of her walls, learning a few things about his niece and it had strengthened the bond between them; clearly since Tagen was still following him and hadn't run off yet.
Christoph stopped, thinking of who to meet first. "What're ya doin?" Tagen grumbled; her words were slurred and she spoke poorly, not just because of age but because of lack of communication within her home pack. "Trying to find someone who will put up with you. And speak clearly, don't mumble" Christoph replied.
Violate part 10 (John's POV)Violate, part 10 (John’s POV):
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me this earlier?” John whispered, scrolling down until he could see Lestrade’s name on Sherlock’s phone screen. On the inside he was about to burst out in anger. He wanted to scream. Sherlock just bit his lip, apparently he did not know what to say. John clenched his teeth. He felt so… Angry and shocked and frustrated all at the same time, he didn’t know what to do. This afternoon a bloody police man would actually come and pick them up; this afternoon! And Sherlock had known about this and not told him!
“If you think I’m in any way alright with this-“
“I know you’re not, you’re irritated. Your ears turned red again,” Sherlock replied, pointing at John’s ears, then immediately looking down at his feet again as if he had already regretted what he had just said. John’s eyebrows dropped even more downwards than the
Mary Elizabeth Part 1 unfinished
Water... so much water... everywhere... The darkness filled the room... the-... what is that? Get it away from me!! Help!
I woke with a jolt, sitting up slowly in bed. I opened my eyes, expecting to see my room, but instead, all I saw was a bright red light... and a mechanical monster! I opened my mouth as a loud scream escaped as the machine made its way towards me, and grabbed my waist, picking me up from the bed. I screamed again and kicked at the thing but my defence had no affect on it. It just continued on and dragged me through the window, and out into the night. Where was Dad? Why hadn't he come running like he usually did when i screamed?
"Shush little girl..." The machine told me, stroking my hair back as it ran through the woods that surrounded my house. It was a girl!
"Where are you taking me? Daddy!"
"Shut up!" She spat, squeezing me tighter, "He can't hear you."
I squirmed around in its arms and kicked harder but just like before, I was no match. She jumped over a
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
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