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SweepAs soon as he stepped into the open field, he slung the minesweeper from his shoulder and pointed its nose to the ground. It was old, worn and heavy, and old and rough, calloused and breaking, and old. The metal between his hands was cold and chilled his fingers. If he was not careful he could step on the very mines he was trying to find. They would have to pick up the pieces of his body and to send the tags home where his wife would cry and hold his son and daughter close with nothing to show them of their father but a piece of metal engraved with "Ajeet Singh".
One sweep, than another.
This war had taught him to never trust open spaces. Open spaces were where the mines were planted, where Prets lay in wait. France was green and damp just like the uniform he wore. It had been days since he was separated from his unit, and now the Allies were breathing on his neck, searching for POW’s, searching for the enemy of which he was one. &
Linear Unthinking -- Ch 1Jean-Marc Lutèce was born some place near Tours in the middle-of-nowhere, France. Born nothing more than a farmer caught in the métayage system, he bent his back and dreamed of much greater things that his simpleton mind could hope to achieve. Upon reaching 16 years of age, he simply left his home and came to England where he taught himself the language and he taught himself the trade of wood-working. And when my father grew tired of his 14 years frittered away in South Hampton, he stowed away on a ship to the new world, lost the accent in his name, and lost his stomach, churning on a ship for several weeks.
He brought nothing with him, yet he was able to promptly fool my Grandfather into thinking that he was a somebody with a future and with a bloodline. Without a penny in his pocket, he married my mother, Louise Endicott. He immediately took to the socialite class, despite contributing nothing. He merely lived, corroding himself into place so he became rusted against Endicott's fo
Medders Thesis: pt 7 - Cells for the Insane
§ Cells for the Insane §
One time at night, the hospital came alive with shrieks and howls. My master was not there but I heard what had happened from the other doctors. It was the Frank again. Only this time the Christian proved just how much of an animal that he was. At first it was quiet, the patients residing there silent and sleeping until the screaming of the Frank broke through the night. I saw the attendants run past and out of sight to tend to the man’s wailing. The animal noises coming from him woke up everyone in our hospital it seemed for soon enough, they were calling for doctors. The other patients sought answers or attendance of the workers.
The workers struggled to subdue him, for despite the Frank’s small size, he managed to require several orderlies and a doctor to drag him to the cell. His body shook violently and he could not stand on his legs. It was though he had suddenly been gripp
Medders Thesis: pt 6 - Lesions of the Face
§ Lesions of the Face §
The Frank did not leave the hospital. It was though God (Glory be to him) had to punish my master. Under his bindings, the Christian’s face festered a lesion that grew red and swollen in a matter of hours. The eye that had been cut from his head did not start to heal itself, instead it kept weeping pale liquid that slowly became yellow. My master was not happy when it started leaking yellow. He asked the nurses what they had been doing and he was not pleased that they did not seem to be tending the wound as often as he would have liked.
My master frowned deeper than usual when he came to the Frank that morning and checked to see how his face had swelled up like a ripe fruit. He brought me along and a bottle of ointment to sooth the lesions.
“Please,” The Frank begged, “Do not cut off my head, I assure you it still works quite well.”
My master shook his head, “Your head is no
Medders Thesis: pt 5 - Unwanted Apprentice
§ Unwanted Apprentice §
Rarely did my master shake when he performed an operation. If it did, I did not notice it for his cuts and lesions were always so clean and well placed. When he came back the next morning, he looked as though he had not slept. My master’s hands were shaking as he carefully brought me and my colleagues along to check on the new patient he had. I was surprised, as was my master. It seemed, that the man was still in his bed in the morning and not spirited away by some of his own kind. The Frank was up and sitting on the edge of his cot, his toes scraping against the ground.
“Good morning,” My master said. The strain was on his voice. My master’s wife must have taken to yelling at him last night.
The Frank did not raise his eye.
Clenching me in his fist alongside clean wraps of tightly knit cloth, my master strode over to the infidel, “May I please check your wound?”
Again, the Christian did nothing. I felt u
Medders Thesis: pt 3 - The Master
§ The Master §
My master’s name was Akil ibn Ghalib al-‘Attar. He was not a very tall man, and his skin was more light coffee colored than bronze or copper. His beard of deepest black was always meticulously groomed. He always bathed. H always kept his hands clean. He was always sure to patch his clothes should a tear appear at his robes or a loose thread appeared at his head wrap. Most everything on him was meticulously taken care of. Everything he did was meticulous.
His cheeks made valleys on his face and his brown eyes were normally tired looking as the dark lines hung below them. My master always seemed tired, caught in a constant battle with sleeplessness.
My master was also a very careful man. He was careful with his patients, he was careful with his work, he was careful with wielding me in making lesions and draining sores. He was careful with the other doctors at work, sometimes he was almost too careful. Timid is what he was sometimes, sometimes
Medders Thesis: pt 2 - Akko, the City on the Plain
§ Akko, the City on the Plains §
Stranger, let me tell you of the Akko that I remember, the Akko of so many years ago that disappeared in my absence.
The city stood upon a great stretch of plains of white and yellow that rolled out in carpets from the city wall. The land I knew was fragile, yet fertile enough to dye the hills green with shrubs and trees when the seasons called for it. The rolling hills and near mountains to the east are plotted with farming lands that bring food to the city. To the west runs a great length of beach with sands of gold and deep ochre.
A great wall encompassed the city limits like a great stone sash. I pray often that if only those walls would have stayed the Franks’ advance all those years ago when they first besieged my home. I was not born when the infidels first came into this city, but I survived the battles that pushed them out and the battle that brought them back. My brother broke his back during the second siege. He broke und
Medders Thesis: pt 1 - I am the Narrator
§ I am the Narrator §
I am a scalpel, once made of iron and shiny silver now drenched in grime from being swallowed by the earth for so long. My blade has long since dulled and chipped in places. I wear a dress of green as I am finally pulled to light after sitting in that blackness with no sense of time. I am breathing air once more, liberated from the pit of suffocating darkness that had encased me. No more am I choking on dirt and mud, no more am I frozen in a coffin of dried, hard, earth around me. When the light seared my gaze, it hurt. When I was pulled up, the heat fell on me like a smothering rug. I had forgotten about it after so long. I had forgotten so much after so long.
First, there was water in the darkness; I had plunged into the hungry gullet of a well as punishment for a deed I did through no fault of my own. Then the well grew deeper and finally ran dry, the mud becoming my tomb as I lost all sense of time. When I
Sputnik."Y-You are drunk again, Herr Dreher."
There it was again. This was the third time he’d heard that this week as he sat in his chair stewing in the fire in his belly that threatened to burst forth from his mouth.
He had set himself in his chair, the bottle clutched tightly in his hand as he stared blankly at the TV in front of him. The man on the news was blathering on and on about things he did not care about. The Americans did this, the Russians did that, French having money troubles again, Adenauer fucking up his country and trying to round up straggler Nazis: the usual doom that people liked to complain about.
"I ain’t drunk!" The old priest said as his free hand played with the straps on his prosthetic legs. When he was home he never wore them, although it might have been better to do so because one leg was gone above the knee the other below. He was seventy something years old: while other his age would complain about arthritis in their kne
Tainted | Snk x Male!Reader [Chapter 1]
Don't forget to go read the prologue.
The sun shone brightly against the backdrop of a baby blue sky; clouds hovering overhead in all their fluffy glory. It was hot enough to be wearing short sleeved shirts, but the uniform of the Trainee Corps restricted the access to having a cool day. It didn't help that the trousers were scratchy and tight, and it didn't help that the jacket clung to their scrawny arms. However, none of the recruits seemed to be complaining. Each had a dream; each had a goal to accomplish. There wasn't a single soul stood on these particular ground that was there just to simply be there. Some had the hopes of making it into the Military Police, where they'd be safe in the center of the walls and never have to worry about dying a painful death to the Titans. These young men and women could be viewed as cowards by some people, but others admired them. Whilst other people chose to deal with lives in their respective district, the people stood here at lea
Germany x Albino!Child!Reader x Prussia Ch.11
The guards inside the security room sat in their chairs, spinning around in boredom. The small TVs covered the walls entirely, individuals showing hallways, doors, rooms... A control panel laid on the desk, with a few donuts beside it.
A loud blaring sound then filled up the room, making a few of the guards cover up their ears. One reached for the control panel, and flipped off the alarm. He checked what caused it.
On one of the screens, it showed a bunch of people pouring in from the original entrance. His eyes widened, and he zoomed in. "We have an intruder!" he announced to his companions.
"Who is it?" one asked.
The one manning the screen at the moment gritted, and then turned back to his partners. He had a bit of a timid look, along with shock.
"The countries found our hideout."
Snooper PrimeLiz Daioyu waved goodbye to the police as they transported an upcoming girl power gang away to jail. Liz was enjoying a nice evening of finding herself a late treat like ice cream or a big cookie when she noticed some delinquent female teenagers gathering in a back alley. Being the snooper she was, Liz decided to put her late night sweet raid on hold and checked it out.
Naturally she had uncovered the group planning on a massive property raid which if they had their way would leave several male only orientated places egged, full of graffiti and other things that would cost hundreds of dollars in repairs and clean up. Before Liz could get away she was spotted, tied up and tossed in a dumpster to enjoy the smell of bad garbage till they could deal with her later on. Struggling in the dumpster, she had found something sharp and used it to get free and managed to tip off the cops just in time to catch them in the act.
"Alright, for all that I should get myself two ice cream cones." Liz sai
2P Hetalia X Neko Reader Pt4
2P Hetalia X Neko Reader
Flavio finishes diner and begins setting the table. Still wary of his brother her calls up to him.
“Fratello, dinner is ready!” he shouts
A few minutes later Luciano walks into the room (Name) following behind him. He grabs a plate and serves himself then sits down to eat, not saying a word. Flavio serves himself and sits down as well. (Name) curls up by Luciano’s foot. To Flavio’s surprise he doesn’t do anything. He stares at his brother curiously. It doesn’t take long for Luciano to notice and get annoyed.
“What!” he snaps
“Well, I can’t help but notice you’re not pushing her away” Flavio says looking to the side
Luciano scowls but Flavio continues.
“Could it be your finally warming up her” he ponders aloud
“I’m not warming up to her!” Luciano shouts
He shoves (Name) with his foot and she rolls away. (Name) lets out a low growl as she collects herself. She pa
Garden In The Ceiling 5 (Norway x Reader)
Garden in The Ceiling 5
(Norway x Reader)
Happiness Is The Same As Ignorance
I apologize for the extra long wait, I’ve been extremely busy and I like to write this story with a clear mind so I’m able to manipulate my emotions to produce the best of work, raw, and well planned out. I will post the last sentence of the last chapter to jog your memory and in case you recently just found this AKA this is the first chapter you’ve read I will post the first chapter below along with the page where all chapters are located. (I'm a tad rusty so please forgive me if this chapter is a bit too light for you taste.)
Please enjoy, viewer discretion is advised.
“Lukas was alone yet again. It was a chore to Lukas Bondevik; it was a chore to live. Lukas realized that, and he hoped that (f/n) did too.”
A bully and his Nerd chap 3
Siv smiled tossing the ball. It swirled on the rim and fell in. Siv smirked looking at Grant who growled, “No fucking fair. Your not suppose to be good at sports,” He whined acting like he was a kid. Siv tossed the ball to him, “Aww does baby need a bottle. I told you I could whoop your ass,” He said in a taunting manner. Grant hit him in the head with the ball, “Oh shut it Geek!” He grumbled. Siv snickered a little. Grant looked at him. Damn he’s so cute , He thought. Siv rubbed the back of his headed and smiled at Grant. The basketball player smiled back, “That was fun,” Siv said grabbing his bookbag. “But now I have to go. I have a shitload of homework to do,” He said waving and leaving without another word. Grant watched him leave smiling a little bit.
When Siv got home he was stopped by Brittany, “Sup’?” Brittany smirked. “Hey Brit. Finish your homework?” He asked. Brittany nodd
Hetalia x Reader: We're Fading P.18
The battle with Seventeen and Eighteen was tough and fierce. Countries against elemental bosses. They both went all out. Several of them had been fatally injured on both sides. The battle's fate was already decided, with the remaining people standing.
At your end, Kiku, Ivan, and Berwald had lost a life out of three.
Being a country doesn't mean eternal life within the game this time. As for you, you barely escaped death with your first life. You were the weakest out of the group, and you knew it. You weren't even conscious when Yao did the final blow on Seventeen.
At the other end, Prussia had lost two of his lives in recklessness. France, along with England only lost one, while the others had their entire lives.
The two groups met up in the room you woke up in after Kiku's suggestion.
In that ro
Kaa and Shanti, Detailed- Part 2The hooked barbs of the prickly pair tugged painfully at Kaa's scales as he pulled them off, one by one, with his tail. He was bruised and beaten, curled up in a pile of coils on a gnarled branch. Just when he'd thought he might be able to get the scrumptious mancub back in his coils, they'd started singing. Kaa shuddered to recall his failure and the pain associated with it, returning to the task at hand. He whimpered slightly as the last big prickly pear relinquished its grasp on him.
A delicious smell of burning meat wafted across the scent receptors on the python's tongue and he licked his lips hungrily. It was a couple of seconds before he felt an explosion of pain ricochet up his long body and he jumped, his head smacking the limb above painfully. He plunged his head through the leaves just as the culprit left, a young girl in a purple shirt. Shanti had stopped sprinting and raised her torch aloft the better to see the path, not realising she was scalding the underbelly of
Attack on Titan x Reader - I'm in the Band (Ch. 6)Chapter Six: Commencement
As was the routine for the week, my phone’s alarm went off, waking me up, and a few minutes later it played Marco’s ringtone.
“I can’t believe we have to be up this early on a Saturday,” I grumbled into the phone.
“Aw, it’s not that early,” said Marco over the speaker.
I instinctively raised an eyebrow. “Is there still dew on the ground?”
“Well, yeah, I think so, but—”
“Then it is that early, Marcy.” I slid out of bed, feeling the chilly air from the AC hit my skin when I left the warmth of the covers. “You guys going to Chik-Fil-A this morning? I could use a pick-me-up.”
“Yeah,” he replied, a smile in his voice. “I’ll pick you up in a half hour, okay?”
“Now that we have the opener figured out,” Levi started as he took a sip of his tea, “does anyone have problems with the
Medders Thesis: pt 4 - Eye
§ Eye §
There was the sound of scraping and the door to the practice was thrown open. In staggered an old proprietor carrying a Frankish crusader across his shoulder. The Frank had one hand covering his face, the red of blood seeping through his boney fingers. Unlike others of his kind that had been brought in here, screaming over nothing but bruises as though they had their bones broken, this one was as quiet as the desert evening.
“What is happening here?” my master spoke when he came to meet them.
“This man was in a fight, he has an injury to his eye.”
“Bring him to the bed.”
The old proprietor brought the Christian to an empty cot in the corner of one of the rooms. With that my master thanked him for bringing the other Frank in and let him return to his shop.
The Frank remained stoic on the bed, his hands clenched tightly at the blankets. So tightly, that his boney knuckles were turning white.
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