Chessie13

I fucking knew I should have stayed off Wattpad today.

Not to bring politics or anything into Wattpad, but
          
          
          Why can't y'all just ignore that shit when you're on here instead of hating people for liking a certain candidate?

I got into a discussion with someone on Pinterest and made a badass quote along the way. It started with, "Don't just step out of the box, break it." Which then led to. "Break the box and use the wood to light your fire."

Heyo! Kat brought me here. Hi! Uh, I'm a little tired but restless. I might try roleplaying on your book now or tomorrow. It's currently 1:55am for me so yeah :)
          

Contest for all my followers!
          
          What is the them you most wished had a group roleplay book? 
          
          Ask your followers the same question!
          
          Maybe, if anyone is down, we can collab!

Temporarily taking down my books! They will be back up tomorrow night!

Here we go again
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/241262812

Does anyone want me to bring back my individual roleplay with brand new characters? Exciting, different, and suggestions from all of you?

Perhaps she deserved this, deserved to be left to rot in the dungeons, ready to be hung at any whim. Battered and bruised and left to fester like some open wound.
          
          She should not have lost her temper. A single swing, she may have received a lashing. The second, perhaps a more brutal lashing. Each and everyone after that.
          
          She deserved this. Though her conscious would be clear to the rope. They had no right to take her things and yet they had. Like someone of rank, she had lashed out. Then, felt every pedastal she built under her crumble as she was thrown to the ashes.
          
          "Prisoner, mind yourself, les the rope hangs you before dawn." The guard called as the door creaked open. She did not move, her hand over her face as the other curled into the chain. 
          
          The quiet thumping of bootsteps did not stir any reaction in her. "Be done or be on your way. I will not be harrased before I am hung." She bit out, trying to sound fierce, but sounding only like a cold winter wind.
          
          One hand, warm with callouses from riding or swordplay grabbed hers and pulled it away. She kept her eyes closed, no point in watching something she could not change. Beside, the torch cast no light down here other than on her grave.
          
          The male's other hand reached across her face and gently traced healing bruises and scratches. She almost flinched, the touch felt so invasive and intimate. He took his sweet time before cupping the side of her face.
          
          "My dear, you've hidden your face for so long, why be afraid now?" She knew that voice.
          
          That voice belonged to the king, the man who had courting her. The man who believed her to be more than a common maid.
          
          "My lord, I hide it in fear of what you see in the truth." Her voice broke and she dared to open her eyes.
          
          Staring back at her was a mere reflection of her own feelings.
          
          "I see the same I always have: You."

"Do you remember the day they came?" He asked, scuffing his boot in the dirt. "The great golden streaks that shot across the sky? How everyone came out of there houses and stared at the sky?"
          
          She looked up at him, her eyes glancing over his features. He was lost looking, just like everyone else she came across. Lost, in a world they called home where nothing was the same. 
          
          "I do. I stopped my car and got out, watched as they fell. One landed next to me, maybe ten feet away. I was expecting a huge crash, fire and probably death but it never came. Like an idiot, I went closer, looking for this clump of space rock." His hands clenched on the railing. Though she couldn't see his eyes, she felt his energy and it was a saddening mixture of fear and hate.
          
          "Instead, this ethereal being walked out. All silver and gold. They were what everyone thought the gods should look like." A chuckle escaped, though it had no joy behind it. "How wrong we were and blind."
          
          The woman looked down at her own hands, the shimmer that occupied the flexing movements. She never knew who she was, but everytime she saw one of those beings, they looked familiar. 
          
          "I think I'm one of them." She whispered, mortified. The female had seen what the beings had done to humans. They were hateful people, set to controlling the earth and the people in it. Why she didn't agree or remember being with them, she didn't know.
          
          "Excuse me?" He laughed, turning to look at her. "You think you're one of them?" It took less than a minute for him to take in her expression. 
          
          His turned, a sneer crawling over his lips.  His eyes grazed over her skin, looking at the shimmer in the sun. The male tensed, eyes growing cold. 
          
          "Please, I don't know why they are doing this or where we're from. I don't know who I am." She cried out, wishing to go back to before. Before she had said anything. Still, the woman held her stance, head leveled to stare at his.