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Attack On Time Ch. 4
The four of them, along with everyone else on the boat, had arrived inside Wall Rose. Everyone was crowded together into a small market district, waiting for instructions on where to go from here. Eren was lying on the ground, twitching in his sleep. Mikasa went to shake him awake. Eren finally woke up with a small gasp. Kailyn took her headband from her pocket, and stared down at it. Eren and Mikasa watched her with curious eyes as she clenched her fist around it, before tying it around her head and flipping her bangs over it. The long ends hung far down behind her shoulders. “What’s that, Kailyn?” Eren asked. The short girl shook her head, refusing to explain. “It’s nothing, Eren. Don’t worry about it.” His brows only furrowed deeper, but he didn’t say anything more. “I heard they’re going to be handing out food.” Mikasa said blandly. “We should go.” The other two nodded, and Kailyn noticed that Eren
Attack On Time- Ch.3
Kailyn stood up wearily, roughly wiping away her tears. After glancing back at her, Hannes took Eren and Mikasa by the hands and started walking. The raven-haired girl stared behind her as they abandoned their home. “It’s happening again…” she mumbled. Kailyn knew exactly what she meant.
They eventually reached the boats, where hundreds of people were fighting to board. Many Garrison soldiers were working together to push the crowd back. Shiganshina was going to take shelter behind Wall Maria, which Kailyn knew was complete bull. The Colossal Titan had broken through one gate already with no effort at all. Who’s to say it wouldn’t do it again? Armin spotted his friends and opened his mouth to call out to them, but instantly closed it when he saw the looks on their faces. Mikasa's was as deadpanned as ever. Eren’s, on the other hand, was completely depressed. He looked as if he would snap at any moment now. And Kailyn? She didn’t know what
Attack On Time (Chapter 2)
The four of them stood frozen in place. “No way…” Eren whispered in disbelief. “The walls are over fifty meters tall! There’s no way!” “Eren, we have to go! The Titans are coming!” Kailyn yelled, tugging on his sleeve. Snapping out of his trance, Eren looked around at the chaos ensuing around them. “Eren…” Kailyn looked over at Armin as he whispered. “Your house is over there!” The small boy pointed over to a cluster of houses that were being overrun with Titans. Eren’s eyes widened and Kailyn’s did just as much.
Gasping, the two ran down the street, Mikasa trailing after them. Armin shouted for them to wait and reached out, only to find his arm shaking violently. He pushed it down with his other hand and stared at the ground. “No…” he whispered, trembling uncontrollably. Tears bubbled in his eyes. “Humanity is going to be devoured by the Titans!”
The other three spri
Attack On Time (Chapter 1)
Kailyn woke up to shouting, and things being thrown around. As usual. Groaning slightly, she sat up, her short platinum tresses clinging to her face, along with beads of sweat. The shouts of her father could easily be heard through the small house. Sliding out of bed, she stumbled slightly, before clutching onto her arm. The bruises she had gotten from her last beating were still easily seen. "Damn you...” she cursed. Her mother was an ex Scouting Legion soldier, who then worked with the Garrison, due to her being injured on an expedition. Her father however, was nothing but a drunk who sat on his ass all day, beating his wife, and 15 year old daughter. Two years ago, her father had killed her mother with his own bare hands. But, that comes later.
Clutching on to her arm a bit tighter, Kailyn trembled slightly. "I should be out there by now..." she whimpered. “Exploring the outside world... Saving the rest of you pigs!” she nearly shouted this time. Her father,
A Twist of Fate: Rise of the Soul Reaper Ch. 3I saw Ichigo's eye twitch as we watched the three men. "B-Bob?..." he said and stared. The one known as 'Bob' nodded. "Yeah, got a problem with that? I don't need to tell you my real name!" Ichigo shrugged, "Whatever. Your name just makes you sound even weirder than you look." A vein popped out on Bob's head. "Anyway," Ichigo started, still standing in front of me. "what do you guys want from us?"
Bob smirked, and reached into his pocket. "Well, kid," he said, pulling something out. He opened his hand to reveal a pocket knife, and held to blade out toward us. "we want your money." My eyes shot open, as did Ichigo's. I couldn't keep my voice from shaking. "You... You're robbing us?!" Bob grinned, and nodded. "That's right. Now fork over all your cash!", he yelled. I looked around, searching for anyone that could help. I hadn't realized it, but it was dark out now, and there was no one left at the snack bar besides the five of us. From the expression on his face, Ichigo must not have rea
A Twist of Fate: Rise of the Soul Reaper Ch.2The place Ichigo ended up bringing us was a small snack bar in the middle of Karakura Town. After waiting in the line for about ten minutes, we finally got our trays of food. We walked over to one of the picnic benches, and sat down. Ichigo sat across from me. I picked a French fry off of my tray and started nibbling on it. "Sorry it's not much," he said. "Teenagers aren't exactly rich these days..." I smiled, and shook my head. "Don't worry about it, Ichigo. This is perfect. I wasn't expecting anything." Ichigo blinked. "What do you mean?" I shrugged. "I usually don't get anything for my birthday." He seemed mad now, for some reason. "You mean even Hat n' Clogs doesn't try to get you anything for your birthday?"
I put my hands up, defensively. "N-no! That's not it at all! Urahara's an honest man. I mean... He's tried to get me gifts in the past, but I asked him not to." Now Ichigo just looked confused. "Why?", he asked. I stared at the ground. "I just don't like getting stuff from peo
Voices of the Heart Ch.2Mightyena landed with a thud. Its sleek, black fur shone in the sun. Ash laughed "It really did evolve! Nice work, Kendra!" I pet Mightyena on the head. "I know.", I said with a smirk. Cilan held up a finger. "H-have you changed your party since we battled?" I blinked. "Huh? Oh! Don't worry Cilan, I don't have any Purrloin with me!" Cilan sighed in relief. Ash and Iris looked at him. "You don't like Purrloin?", Ash asked. "I-it's not that..", Cilan replied. "I just don't trust them.."
"Kendra, why don't you show us the rest of your Pokemon?" Professor Juniper said with a smile. I nodded. Throwing another Poke Ball in the air I said, "Go, Ninetales!" Ninetales landed a bit more gracefully than Mightyena did. It lifted it's head in the air, swinging its nine tails in sync. Iris gasped. "It's soo cute! Can I pet it?" I nodded. "If she lets you. Just be careful not to grab any of it's tails, okay?" Iris nodded enthusiastically, and reached out a hand to Ninetales. It sniffed her hand, befo
A Twist of Fate: Rise of the Soul Reaper Ch.1I woke up with a gasp. Sweat was plastered to my face, and as I looked around, I remembered where I was. I was home, in the Urahara shop. And I still remembered how I'd gotten here. When I was five years old, my house had caught fire, killing my family. Only I had survived. Searching for somewhere to go, I had come upon a strange man named Kisuke Urahara. He said he would let me stay at his shop, if I promised to help him out a bit. Agreeing, I had went with him. All the way, he was muttering something about 'incredibly strong spirit pressure'. Now, I knew what he had meant.
I sat up, and crawled out of bed. Hat n' Clogs would be expecting me for training. Living with Bucket Head all these years, hadn't exactly saved my childhood. Over my time here, Kisuke told me everything. About Soul Society. About Hollows. He told me that because I had high spiritual pressure, Hollows would be coming after me all the time. I walked out into the main room of the shop. The sun shined brilliantly outs
Voices of the Heart Ch.1I walked through the paved roads of Nuvema Town,of the Unova Reigon. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining,there wasn't a cloud in the sky,and flocks of Pidove flew overhead. My hair blew softly in the wind. I had put it up into a long ponytail,and my bangs hung in front of my eyes. I walked over to a nearby pond and leaned over it to look at my reflection. I was wearing a black and purple jacket with sleeves that went to my elbows,black capris,and black and purple sneakers. My eyes were as bright a blue as ever.
I looked over to the Juniper Lab,and stood up. This was my destination,as Professor Juniper was expecting a visit from me. I ran over to the doors,and they opened to reveal the Professor standing right behind them. "Kendra,it's been a while!",she said with a grin. I nodded. "Same to you,Professor Juniper. Is there something you needed me for?" The Professor nodded,and started leading me toward a room. "I was talking with a very special trainer I know and I asked a little
When Stars CollapseThis is how you bespeckled my bones
with bewilderment: you kissed hushed heart
whispers and slumbering secrets
into my fingertips. You infused awe
into my joints, causing me
to ask how snowflakes got their
shape and how long would it take
to get from the Sun to Capella.
You taught me that energy is neither
created or destroyed; stars do not die.
Eyes washed with emerald sorrows you
told me that they evolve, they change
into something entirely different,
or not so different.
I now know we are made of the same
particles as someone or something else.
We began someplace together.
We're made of so much more than "star-stuff",
we are made of each other.
The Breaths Between Usi'm minutes away
from the collision site
the breaths between us
and the lost time
clock guts, sprung
our hallway uncoils
his walnut lean
i'm seconds away
from the before
of our near-miss
the beads of air
and the imperfections of
in a rumored heart
a stuttering mass
this broken belled
has lost hold
of the lives we live
its skullsong rings
the same vibration
In a world with no mercy
Day after day
Until the end
The day I die
And then maybe
I'll find some peace
I am me. Who are you?I am fragments
of every person
I've met; every
memory made; every
bond formed and tie broken.
I am an orchestra
of people's opinions;
each snide comment
each casual remark
each passing compliment
I am a library
of forgotten lies
and fake smiles
and empty promises.
I am a sky of hope;
filled with stars
which carry the wishes
of the people I have encountered
I am never alone
for their influence will forever
taint my soul and
remind me of their hopes,
dreams and pain.
This is who I am.
Who are you?
on remembering to breathe:i.
you can't hold it in for forever.
your lungs weren't
made to bear the weight
of this world, they weren't made
to left unexpanded
and unexplained -
it is not phenomenon that wakes you
when paralysis hits in the
night, it is physiology telling you that
not everything happens on automatic, okay?
(at least not for always)
you're born like a time bomb, with
only so many beats of
your heart in place to tick away day by day -
your words, they're the same.
there's a time limit
on your tongue, so say something that
means something - use words
that dig in and rip out hearts, use words that
curl around your fingers and worm their
way into your soul.
use words to make something
beautiful. something remembered.
never leave three things
left unsaid because they can be three
words that mean everything -
i'm not telling you to save your breath.
i'm begging you not to waste it.
sing. sing enough to take your breath
away because even though
it leaves you gasping, it fills up that
That rebuilding trust is difficult
Would be an understatement of the highest order.
It's a lot like relearning how to walk.
With each small step,
I keep thinking I'll fall--
And I may--
But I haven't yet.
My heart and left leg
Throb in protest,
But there's a certain joy in progress
That keeps me moving forward.
Sorrow Strikes The HeartDo you ever lie awake at night? Wondering what your life would have been like if you had done things right? If you had said those few simple words to the one you love.. the one you cherish,and would die for? If you had made those choices that would have made your life a living Heaven instead of another place.. that would make you want to live and love,instead of wanting to cry? People use dreams at night to escape the world,escape their problems.. and envision the future. But not all dreams are made of good and purity and used for the future of the world. Some are made of evil, hatred.Revenge, vengence and despair. I'm losing almost everything and everyone I love the most and I know there are lots more out there too. And it's a sad thing that brings helpless romantics like us people to tears. Next time you think about your sorrow.. think about others, and the hatred they feel against the world.. and don't look to dreams to solve your problems.. use your soul and inner strength, believe
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