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Whitered Freddy

To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling
man_of_culture3030 · 680.1K Views

Miss Frail And Her Barmy BF

"Miracles do happen when you are with your best friend!" ---- "She will sleep with me even after your marriage! Do you have a problem with it?" Laura questioned loudly, earning everyone's attention present in that hall. "And we are thinking of even sharing our husband," She continued looking at Ayra who was now whiter than a ghost. When did she agree on such crap? "So, Mister X! Do you accept this buy-one-get-one-free offer?" Laura calmly asked, her eyes sparkling with nothing but mischief, "You have 10 seconds to reply!"  "Ugh ugh." The guy, Ayra's date choked out his drink. "I I," He stammered, as it was just too much for his brain to replicate! "Times up Mister X! Babe, let's go." Grabbing Ayra's hand, Laura got up to leave. And when people thought she was crazy enough to say such words, she stopped in her way and walked back to his seat. Taking the untouched drink she had ordered earlier, she poured it down his head! Gasps and murmurs built a commotion around, but the manager stood behind, not daring to trigger the girl who had this city under her feet. "A wealthy man...." With scorn, Laura continued, "With an octopus-like-physic you would never earn a few bitches to play around. So, Mister Humanly-Octopus, do have plastic surgery before your next date!"  Her words turned him red while people around controlled their laughs. Wearing her sunglasses, she glanced around the room before dragging Ayra out. "What What was that?" Ayra trembled, as they reached the parking. "The act of a Wicked BF saving her Frail Girl-Friend!" Chuckling at her own comment, Laura entered the car. "BF?" Ayra halted, confused and surprised by the turn of events. "Of course, Best Friend darling!" Saying that Laura winked at her and drove off at a high speed. … Disowned by the family, and ditched by her husband who turned out to be a jerk, Ayra Dale is now set to sail alone, to live for her baby that still had to see this world. But what would be the tragedy when she is offered a contract marriage? To be the mother of a 3-year-old cutie pie? Laura Davies a headstrong doctor, the craziest one you will ever meet had everything her heart desired. Wicked and immoral, this heiress ruled the world with her principles. But when the guy she had distanced all her life returns, will she still stick to her plans or open her heart to him?
KwimZhi · 17.8K Views

Perfect Harmony

James Nightingale is the son of the most famous singer Jenny Nightingale and the famous pianist Freddie Jr. Nightingale. He has dreamed of following his parents footsteps ever since he was young and he even had his mom tutor him singing lessons including piano lessons from his father. With his long dirty blonde hair and those enchanting dark blue eyes that drags secrets deeper than the ocean, with his looks alone he can light up the stage but once he starts singing. It's a whole different story. Other than that he is still an 18-year old teen who wishes to become a singer. But...He is whole different person behind flashing lights and cameras. He has a soft side for the people who are close to him, but can be a bit serious at times. Melody King, singer/songwriter and daughter of Mr. Liam King, who is the owner of the most famous music industry, Kings Music, she is also known as the angel of music due those reasons. Throughout her life she has known that she is adopted since she was just 12-years old but they still treat each other as daughter and father. She is quite short(around 4'9") for her age now being 18-years old. With her long black hair and chestnut brown eyes that shine with curiosity and joy, she can erupt the stage with excitement by her looks and her singing. As James became a singer under Kings Music industry feelings and emotions always start to stir within him whenever a certain petite short girl comes around. Will he able to sing his way into her heart just like she did with his? Or perhaps his tsundere like side takes a toll on him(just like a cliche anime~fufufufufu~)?
AKFeonix1231 · 4.5K Views
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