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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
Hypnotia and the weird heist, part 1
Routines, however reassuring they are, always need to be pushed aside from time to time.
This was the thought that had kept on popping up in her mind as Hypnotia was still working through another intricate plan in which she was a part of. The super-villain, still serving the Mandarin loyally, had begun to see a certain pattern emerge from her day-to-day cycle. Plan, act, one of her allies would make a mistake, get beaten by Iron Man and his allies, rinse, repeat. While she did have her small victories from time to time, nothing seemed to conclude in a way that could be deemed satisfactory for her. Things had to change.
Getting away from her partners for one single night, the villainess strutted in the streets of New York City in civilian clothes. With her costume hidden underneath, she began to ponder about what could potentially excite her. A fight with another super-hero, perhaps? There were, after all, a very vast selection of capes and tights in the big apple that would surely be v
Himaruya's Island for Peculiar People: Prologue
Himaruya's Island for Peculiar People
I was finally able to travel the world on my own, being 18 years old and all. I had recently been staying at my aunt's place in Japan with her family when she told me a story she had been hearing from locals.
"There is a mysterious island close to here that had been abandoned almost 100 years ago," she said at the dinner table.
"Really? Does it have ghosts of soldiers or something?" I had asked.
"No one knows," she replied, "no one goes there."
"I only hear rumors from my co-workers. I doubt they be real."
"A creepy island...? Seems like my sort of ordeal!" I exclaimed, "I think I'm gonna go check that place out."
"Oh, be careful then," my aunt told me, "there's a town across the waters from it you can stay in a hotel or apartment there. How long will you be in Japan?"
"About year or just a few months," I replied.
After that I ventured off to the town that was close to the haunted island. I bought an apartment in town. It wa
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Hoodie x reader- pt 6
The next day you woke. You and Hoodie shared a room so when you woke you saw Hoodie's sleeping figure next to you, making you smile. You weren't sure, but you thought you developed feeling for Hoodie. He was just too cute and adorable.
You carefully sat up, not wanting to wake Hoodie, but apparently, not careful enough. Hoodie felt you moving and opened his eyes. "(Y-YN)?"He asked in a still sleepy voice. "sorry, Hoodie. Didn't mean to wake you." Hoodie chuckled.
"You're an e-early riser, aren't y-you? None of t-the others will even be awake." Hoodie said. You looked to the clock. 6:24 AM. Wow that's early. Hoodie wrapped an arm around you and gently pushed back down and hugged you close. You blushed. Soon his grip loosed and you assumed he went back to sleep as did you.
(Le time skip~)
"I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" You heard yelling as you jolted awake. The sudden jolt awoke Hoodie as well. "GET BACK HERE YOU MASKED FREAK!" Hoodie also heard the yelling. "
Adobe Slabs Segment 4
And the problem with Ema, was that, well. Um.
“Hey! I heard from your sister that you’re living with a guy now! Where is he?” An all-too-familiar pair of rose-tinted shades and an honorable attempt to resurrect three decade-old clothes (that smelled like they were fresh out of a thrift-store, mixed with cologne and smoke) stood in his doorway on a tall, lithe frame. The guy pushed past M just like any other door and scoped the apartment for another being.
“...Why are you talking to my sister?”
The new visitor took it upon himself to open all the doors in the apartment, even the cupboards. He got to the refrigerator, opened it...
... And pulled out a chocolate milk. He popped the top and took a gulp. “Is he not here?”
Was, well, Ema had a slight pro
Attack on Titan x Reader - I'm in the Band (Ch. 4)Chapter Four: Assist
Everyone hurried to the practice field after indoor sectionals, and we all formed a concert arc around the drum major podium. Levi climbed up on the podium and glared at the large containers of ice water sitting next to the lookout tower behind the podium. Erwin followed Levi and looked out at the crowd of band members. Silence fell as we awaited our band director’s announcement.
“As you all know by now,” he started, “Levi and I have been nominated for the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge. We accept the challenge, and. . .” He looked at Levi expectantly.
Levi faced us, looking almost amused. “And we nominate section leaders.”
Several people cheered—but most of the section leaders groaned. I distinctly heard Jean shouting somewhere behind me, “No way in hell, man!” Hanji giggled and clapped Bertholdt on the shoulder, and Petra, Armin, and Marco shared a look of exaggerated horror. Reiner and Annie maintained poker
Hermione's friend, 1Criselda stared at the hat for what seemed like a lifetime. It had every colour of the rainbow and more and it had the shape of a tornado, which grew wider with every inch it went up. By all the rules of logic and even those of magic, that hat should not be able to exist or stand straight on top of a head like it was doing at the moment. Yet, somehow it did. Already, a little berd was using it as a nest, but the blonde girl who was wearing it didn´t seem to know, or mind it at all. She kept staring at the forest with those big blue eyes and that lost smile of hers. Criselda smiled a little. No matter how much she tried, she would never be able to make sense of Luna. At least, the blue shirt and grey pants she was wearing on the rest of her body made more sense.
Criselda herself was, like always, wearing her long, dark-raven hair long and well-dressed, like a waterfall of thing night strands. A leaf-green blouse with silver borders and a pair of dark-grey, almost black, pants cover
Attack on Titan: Various X Reader 4
Heaving up a small pack of potatoes, you passed it over to Sasha since she seemed to like them best. The brunette gave you a thankful smile, and then swung the bag around her neck so it hung on her back.
It was the day the small Survey Corps group, including you, were moving out to begin the long journey to the Walls. Now that you thought about it, Armin mentioned that the forest you were living in was still in Wall Rose, and that you could of either saw Maria or Rose anytime if you could of spared the time.
Watching everyone around you, about everyone had something to carry. Sasha had the potatoes, Bertolt with a small pot in his bag, Levi with a large knife, Mikasa with a bag vegetables... Basically simple food that would be good enough to survive for a few days. Everyone also had a sleeping bag on them. They all had their share. As for you, you had a small pack of matches and rolls of bandag
Life After the Great War~ Chapter 26Chapter 26~
As much as I didn't want to be, I was dumbstruck. For a ship of Tempestuous' rank to go so against what the military dictated during the Great War was stunning. Him and I were a pair then, when had he done this to save Wilhelm? Probably on one of those long forays that kept him away for days at a time. He never told me.
Wilhelm looked out to sea and said "He didn't have to do what he did. It could of gotten him into fierce trouble with the humans, as they like giving him a hard time as it is. I never felt like I thanked him enough for saving me, so, I guess you could say that is one reason why I broke free from Germany after the war, and came all the way to Scotland. Firstly, I wanted to make sure he was still alive, and alright, secondly, I was going to be a willing subject for him to court and eventually take as mate. I was hoping more offspring would result, which they did. He is such a goo
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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