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Historia o wojnie. W latach 1890, w mieście Loonground rozpoczęła się krwawa wojna. Główny bohater Eren zamierza walczyć za ojczyznę wraz ze swoimi przyjaciółmi Esonem oraz Ericą. Piętnastolatek wpada jednak w ręce wroga i może liczyć tylko na pomoc przyjaciół.
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"Goodbye Curly Head"
Through thick and thin the Law shall prevail. A new sense of purpose awaits us, children of light, in the land where it all began. The darkness in which we once cowered in fear, now curbed by the might of our endless light. Come, brothers, come, sisters. Let there be peace among the wicked, just as the Law dictates. Peace and certainty is all that you have ever longed for, little angel. A bright, stable future. A roof without holes above thy head. Acknowledgement and recognition of thy existence, feverish dreams of grandeur. Greed born from yearning, treacherous vines of rapacity taint your innocent soul. You seek a future that does not exist. Let thy fingers hold the fragile line between dream and nightmare. Let thy light navigate the path. Shall thee give in and falter, O' land of old, envelop his body in thy unending flame of chaos. Spit out nothing but an empty husk, the remnants of a smile once so bright. Shall thee prevail, O', Great Kazdel, I ask of you, the impossible - take mercy on the innocent. Don't let the radiance dim and don't let the mind turn bleak. Wake, young traveler. Bid thy farewells and burn thy bridges. It's time to say goodbye, curly head. Cross post from AO3. For a shorter and more on-point description, look no further! I had something silly written up before throwing it out in exchange for that wall of text upstairs. It's a little story "about a young, dumb sankta who's been dealt a bad hand at life, looking for his place in all this mess. The pointless search for a better future leads him far, far away from home, to a country forever ravaged by war and misery - Kazdel, the promised land where devils roam free and peace feels out of place." Anyway, it's quite lengthy, but hopefully enjoyable? Slide a comment if you want, I'll give you a tiny kiss on the forehead. Man, do I love comments. (Lastly, to point out, English is not my native language, but I don't think it'll be much of an issue ;3)Abgeschlossene Geschichte
My Bad Boy And The Gang.
I look at California. She sits on my lap in the circle of us pot heads. She's not what I expected. She smokes she's the most sarcastic person I've ever met. She's smart but hates school. She's a girly girl who hates dresses. She defies logic in so many different ways I expect her to sprout a horse tail and start flying. Heck when we first talked Tuesday she called me handsome and looked confused herself. She acts like she has no secrets, and maybe she doesn't, but there's something different about her. She holds confidence yet she's shy. She smokes even though she's supposed to be the typical good girl. I'm determined to find out what she's hidding if it's the last thing I do. "Baby it's almost one am." I say glancing at my phone. "We should head out, your dad already dislikes me." She turns back to me and nods. She lightly stands up and walks to the door but waits for me to walk with her. "Trevor!" She yells in her friends ear making him jump away from her other friend Greg. "You get a ride with Mar okay?" He needs and foes back to his public make out session with the other boy leaving Cali with a look of approval and bewilderment. She clips her hair over her shoulder exposing the skin of her upper back due to the low dip on the back of her dress. In the split second I see the skin I think I see a black crow with a green eye, but that's crazy. Only crow members can get crow tattoos and only descendants of the original crow can have the green eye. By tattoo that's on my lower back has a red eye. The red eye means non blood related member. But I have a smaller one with a blue eye beside it. The blue eye means leader. When California's biggest secret is discovered by her new boyfriend will she be able to keep her past and family secret the secret she wants it to be? Will the secret tear the couple apart or push them closer together?Abgeschlossene Geschichte
Iztiraar
Zindagi ke safar me insan kab kisse takra jae pata nahi chalta Amyra Sikandar bhi nahi jaanti thi ke uska safar use kahan le jae ga... _______ "Thori der ke liye tumhe meri har baat per sar hilana ho ga jaisa main kahun ga tum sar hilayi jao" "No main kisi ki baat pe sar nahi hilati" "Agar yahan se nikal na hai to meri baat mano!" Uski sakhti per usne behes karna chahi magar kar na payi. _________ "Tumhe apni manzil pe pohonchna hai aur mujhe is sab jaan churwani hai aur maze ke baat yeh hai ke hum dono ke paas is drame ke ilawa koi option nahi" "Tum khiske hue ho ya waise hi bakwas kar rahe ho? NIKAH KA KEH RAHE HO TUM" Woh beyaqeeni se use dekhtu reh gayi aur woh bezaar sa wahan khara raha. __________Abgeschlossene Geschichte
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Tower of Memories
I stood tall, lifting my chin to meet his gaze. He sat upon the golden throne, and I remained below. Was I afraid? I couldn't say for certain. He was my comrade, someone I would have died for, someone I had followed without hesitation. And yet... "I didn't hear you." His voice was deceptively soft, still carrying that familiar warmth, but beneath it lay something heavier. Yet despite the sadness in his eyes, his tone sent a chill through my bones. "With all due respect... you are still my friend." His fingers tightened imperceptibly on the armrests. "And what do you mean by that?" "I promised to help you become the King." My voice didn't waver. "But I never swore allegiance to you... Zahard." Silence. The air grew thick, the weight of my defiance pressing between us like an unsheathed blade. I knew the cost of those words, yet I refused to kneel - not before the throne, not before him. His eyes narrowed, lips curled into something between pity and cold amusement. He gazed down at me like I was an ant. "I see..." _______________ This story is about a girl named Midnight. Left alone, she walked around the floors of the Tower, not suspecting what adventures and acquaintances awaited her. How will relationships with new companions develop? What secrets will have to be solved in order to climb higher? And who will be able to melt her icy heart and principles? _______________ This story based on Tower of God, that belongs to SIU. All arts made by me. If you like it give me a sign <3 We almost know NOTHING about 13 warriors and their adventure, so almost everything here, including the characters of the MCs, their interactions and the events are my imagination :) Also I'd like to mention. English is not my native language. And I never wrote something like this before, but I really wanted to try. Sooo I just want you to have some fun with me and this cutie guys. I love them so much.
~ℒℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓉~ || tokio hotel|| Tom kaulitz||
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My sister has always attracted the wrong crowd who didn't hesitate to take advantage of her meek heart. Right from small, Zikora's naïvety always made me fight with every single one of her 'friends'. I have never been comfortable with any of her so-called friendships. Not even the one she was in at the moment with her new roommate. Funny enough was that I actually liked their relationship. It was pure, true, and more of a sisterhood. For the first time in history, Zikora made a true friend. I inwardly approved of the friendship, when the girl in question, didn't think twice in lunging a frying pan at my little sister's ex-boyfriend. And I know as you're reading this, you may ask yourself, what was my issue then? My issue wasn't with the friendship, but the babe herself. Her appearance reminded me of that Disney princess that had the complexion of a vampire. Snow White, very innocent looking creature. But that girl was the definition of a werey in disguise. Chineke ekwela! And I know you've already started judging me as the problematic character already. I am not problematic, she is. You may begin to think that okay I'm probably overreacting. Oga, Aunty, I am not overreacting. On the first day of meeting her, this babe carried her old fashioned okrika shoe that looked like it suffered for nineteen years, and threw it at the glass of my car while I was driving. Aunty, ha si na hel zipụ gị, ma-ọbụ site n'oké ọhịa ọjọọ dị n'obodo m? {did they send you from hell, or from the evil forest in my village?} That one is her business sha. She should just carry her small bum bum and stay on her own, because she's really getting on my nerves. I don't blame her, because she knows she's fine. That's why she's doing all this bullshit. But all that I know is using the word 'mad' in a sentence, I would say; Biboere Mirabel Madagascar is a MAD WOMAN. Come and fight me.
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