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The Grave of GodThis crater marks the place where God and the adversary annihilated each other. No more God. No more adversary. There's nothing here now. Just me.
If you were to head west from here and climb the lip of the crater, you'd find yourself in a desert, where the sand dunes gather against the ruins. There are mountains on the horizon, pale blue. They look as distant as the moon, and they very nearly are.
In those mountains lurk creatures, ancient and colossal, constructed at the adversary's behest. They barely move anymore, for there is no-one left here to kill. Though their bodies have become part of the landscape, their eyes never close. They will lie waiting for all eternity.
Beyond the mountains are the riverlands, where used to be settlements and forests, all of which have long since rotted. North you might find what remains of Telassar, the capital city of the angels. Half underwater now, with its mighty bridge broken, only the palace stands proud of the sea, and it too is dead.
Unicorn Rights Activism FFM30I frowned, watching the news anchor. Another unicorn hunting group was set up in India to retrieve the horns for their medicinal properties. The camera panned to a lifeless unicorn body, drenched in its own blood. I grimaced. I looked at Oliver and decided, “I’m going to be a unicorn rights activist.”
Oliver deadpanned, “Oh, exciting.”
“No, I’m serious. What they’re doing is unfair.”
Oliver looked uninterested. “They’re just animals. It’s not like they know what’s happening to them.”
“Animals have a right to live too.”
“God, you’re stupid! You can’t do anything to change this. We need the horns to stop AIDs. Are you pro-disease now?”
“No, of course not! There just has to be a better way than slaughtering them.”
“You can’t just hop on board with every cause you hear about. You have to pick your battles, and this is a stupid one.”
The Earth-Queen's SorrowThe earth-queen's son was born in springtime, and his birth was heralded with crocuses and fresh green and a splendor of sunlight. Through summertime he grew, golden and beautiful, dearer to her than the wind itself.
Then autumn came, and the leaves ran red with his blood. He fell, and withered, an empty husk of brown.
Winter came: in her sorrow, the earth-queen swept the world with white. Snow would be his shroud and his finery. The chill in the air would mirror the cold emptiness in her heart. Ice would cover her lakes and rivers and the wounds of her soul; and her frozen tears would fall from the heavens as tiny flakes of crystal.
The winter drew on, and many died under the cold weight of the earth-queen's sorrow. At last the people chose a hero to go to her, to beg for mercy.
They fitted her with fatted leather boots, with a thick leather vest, with fur-lined gloves and a fur-lined cloak. “You go into the heart of winter,” they told her. “Give no quarter to the co
ChimeraOn midsummer's morning a boy found his way to the top of the hill. He met with the face of a lioness.
She spewed fire into the sky, and said: “Child, be ever proud: be ever regal: fear not the fire, but wield it as your own. You shall find strength, and all barriers shall fall before you.”
Awed, and frightened, the boy carved her words into his heart.
On midsummer's midday a man found his way to the top of the hill. He met with the face of a serpent.
She spewed fire into the earth, and said: “King, you have forgotten yourself. You have forgotten your people. Too long have your eyes gazed heavenwards: frail is your might, and brittle: you must bring yourself back to the earth.”
These words he heard; but he forgot them.
On midsummer's evening a beggar found his way to the top of the hill. He met with the face of a goat.
She spewed fire into his eyes, and said: “O Graybeard, you have fallen far. All your fancies have led to failure, and the fury of your heart
La CreppyShcool: Cap.6
En el Capitulo Anterior:
Vika: La... Lau.... Laughin... Ja..ck -dijo entre cortada respiro y dijo- Launghin Jack
Yeimi: genial -dije sonriendo y despues el celular sono de Vika y ella rebiso y me dijo
Vika: es de Splendor dijo que "EL" esta aqui y no viene solo vamos -yo acenti y nos fuimos donde Splendor al llegar vi a "El" pero no estaba solo estaba con Zalgo....
cap.6: descubrienndo quien es "El" Zalgo... quiere a Yeimi como sirvienta, ____ se enamora de
Hoodie y E. Jack, Nos vamos a Colombia!!!!!!!!
POV. Yeimi (todavía sigue narrando)
nos fuimos donde Splendor al llegar vi a "El" pero no estaba solo estaba con Zalgo....
"El": Hola Yeimi -dijo con una sonrisa yo hiba a abrazarlo pero recorde que estaba Zalgo
Yeimi: hola... Señor Zalgo -dije lo ultimo arrondillandome
Vika: señor -dijo tambien arrodillandose
Splendor: chicos yo los dejare hablando con su permiso Señor vamos Vika
How the Fox Got His Cry Long ago, when the forest was young, a fox was walking amongst the trees. He had not been walking far when he came across a little frog croaking by a puddle. Immediately, the fox seized the frog, and would have swallowed it down in one gulp if the frog hadn’t spoken.
“You may as well let me go, fox,” said the frog. “I can make myself far too big for you to eat.”
“Go on, then,” said the fox, “show me.”
So the frog gulped in many breaths to swell itself, and it did indeed look too big to eat.
But the fox saw how it was done. “This is nothing but air,” scoffed the fox, and he swallowed the frog breath and all.
The fox had not walked much farther when he came across a little squirrel nibbling pinecones on the path. Immediately, he seized it, and would have swallowed it down in one gu
FFM31: Sweet HydraFiona woke up in the body of the knight who killed her. Her real body lay several feet away, all nine heads unevenly severed. She fought for composure as the Order of the Nine cut the scales from her back.
Her new body felt small and mortal. She felt it slowing down, dying in the way only an immortal could. She felt time slipping away.
But Fiona could wait.
Ulrich hung back as they carried foul pieces of the beast to the carts. The hydra was gone, slain in fair combat by his pious brethren. A part of him felt justified in taking the life of so terrible a creature.
Another part of him screamed for penance. He felt something dark touch his thoughts, coiling like a snake.
He unsheathed Sword as the first of eight voices spoke.
King Archibald trembles as the fire rages.
“For mercy's sake, spare us,” he says.
For mercy? The One's fluid laughter splits into nine parts. She soothes us, words spilling over the false king's voice, drowning him out. Kill kill kill for us, the One sin
Pregunta a los Creepys : Tomo 3Vos de presentador de casos de Familia: bienvenids a Pregunta a los Creepys con sus anfitrionas la Escritora y Yulanis - aperecemos por una puerta y entramos a esena los Vocalois sentados al igual que los Creepys mientras el publico aplaudiendo
Escritora: como estan hermoso publico y watchers!!!!-saluda a todos
Yula: bueno el dia de hoy tenemos barias preguntas Yeah!!! :T Ok me callo Bueno comensemos con las primeras preguntas del Dia -saca su table y empiesa a rebisar los mensagges- :iconpokudrato: nos pregunta 5 pregunatas creo -rebisa otra vez- si son 5 y la primera es nina quieres ser mi amiga porque te gusta el anime y juntas dominaremos el mundo y destruiremos a los anti-otakus XD solo amigas ok -susurra- considera lo otro
Nina: claro seremos amigas y dominaremos juntas el mundo y mataremos a Justin Bieber buajajajajjaaj -risa sicopata y todos la miran haci .-. - ups me pase
Jeff: esa es mi aprendis!!!! -dice mientras le hace pat pat en la cabeza(?- la segunda Yula
The Prettiest StarShe touched the stone, and the stars fell down.
The world seemed to come crashing down with them, the storied tales in those fake glass stars tumbling and twirling, beautiful beacons that had brought faith to thousands; the whistling as they fell sounded like the cries of the newly hopeless.
The woman at the pedestal stood without a single twist of regret. Her posture was certain, her hands steady. Blood soaked her face, matching the crimson of her cloak as it billowed around her in the darkness, as the air filled with the white explosions of the stars around her, shattering as they sent glass splintering across the huge domed room.
"Seline, stop!" a red-haired woman screeched from the doorway, too late to stop her. She stumbled backward, shielding her eyes.
Bodies lay in the room around the pedestal Seline had just touched, broken. Their white capes were stained red, and their red-crossed shields lay shattered and abandoned. Seline's sword was stained with that blood, steaming in
House-elf and cream of carott
Une délicate odeur anisée s'élevait du bol de grès simple déposé sans autre apprêt sur la table où le maître prenait ses repas lorsqu'il s'adonnait, comme ce jour-là, à quelques sulfureuses expériences. Le petit lutin domestique déposa à côté les quelques gougères appétissantes et dorées qu'il venait juste de sortir du four. Il aurait bien croqué à pleines dents dedans et goûté un fond de velouté, s'il n'avait tant craint la colère du sorcier. D'ailleurs, ne devait-il pas avant tout veiller à ce que le plat reste bien chaud, en attendant le retour de son irascible maître ? Mieux valait ne pas savoir où celui-ci était parti...
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