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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
2P!FACE x Child!Reader x Creepypasta - The Child 6
All the running made you tired and also you were lost. You felt like your running around in circles so you stopped running for a while.
Suddenly, someone grabbed you from behind. It was Slenderman.
"Let me go!" you bawled.
"And why?" Slenderman questioned.
"I want to go home!" you replied.
" I already told you, this is your home."
"No! I hate it here!" you whined.
"You'll like it here, I promise." Slenderman said as he walked back to the mansion.
You started crying, "No! I want my daddy!"
"How about this..." Slenderman stopped on his tracks and put you down, "Tell me five thing that you and your father like to do. Then I'll decide to bring you back to him or not."
You wiped your tears then nod.
"You may start."
"Me and daddy like to bake cupcakes everyday, we like to go out and have ice cream, we always had tea party, sometimes, we played the king and princess. And we also like to cuddle!"
Slenderman thought for a while, "Okay."
"But if he do something to
La Campesina (Knight! Spain x Reader)
(Knight! Spain x Reader)
This is :iconprussianwolfe:’s prize for my Era contest! I hope she enjoys this! I seriously apologize on the wait but I hope the length makes up for it! Also, thanks for being a good sport!
I rolled my eyes in aggravation as they continued to make wolf noises. I was passing by my local brothel; it was full of drunk and rather haggard young men and women ranging from all social backgrounds. It was mostly full of caballero though, four of which wouldn’t shut their mouths, I was not a whore for sale!
“Hey, chica? Why don’t you make your way over to us? I’ll pay you in gold~” I turned the other cheek (no pun intended) and pull
A Lover's Quarrel (Baddie! Scotland x 'Reader')
A Lovers’ Quarrel
(Baddie! Scotland x ‘Reader’)
Warning feels up ahead along with death.
“Are you sure about this?” A lanky man took another swig of his ale before waving his younger brother off for the seventh time that night. He sighed and shook his head, he felt for Allistor, he really did but….but this was pushing it. He had to step up. “But what if she see’s you like this again? I think it’d be best if you just stayed at my place—“ Allistor held his hand up at Conner.
Allistor took another swig before speaking up, his voice low and gravely. “I know what I’m doing. Don’t butt into my relations boy.” The two red heads stared at each other for a few moments
Hetalia x young!reader: a new life(Hetalia x shy!young!reader)
I do not own hetalia or you~
15 years old
I ran...as fast as I possibly could. I felt the sharp sting of hale hitting my face but that's now what hurt. What hurt was the fear that you would be caught. "GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE ABOMINATION YOU SHOULDNT EXIST!" A manly voice bellowed behind me. I felt tears brimming my eyes as I ran down the long street.
I wasn't supposed to exist...I shouldn't be able to have this ability.
My uncle hated me but would not let me leave because of what I could do. He hit me and drank too much. I was scared to speak because he yelled at me every time I spoke which taught me never to speak. I haven't heard my own voice in 7 years...only his rough baritone voice. 'Did he leave?' I thought before I stopped. I couldn't hear anything beyond the hale and I couldn't hear anything. Suddenly a light...a screech...a scream....black.
I walked into the hospital to speak to my doctor about weight loss meds...since ev
Hetalia x young!reader: a new life pt 2I do not own hetalia or you~
I sat silently in the hospital bed waiting for Alfred to finish signing the release forms. The other blonde man had said his goodbyes and went back to his home I assume. I looked out the window into the hall. Alfred was shaking hands with the nurse then came into the room. "Alright, your all set to come home. I'll help you out." He said coming and lifting me out of the bed into his arms. I felt a sharp pain in my ribs. I cringed. "Here...how about his." He set me back down then turned around and gave me a piggyback ride. It was 100 times more comfortable because I wasn't being bent at the rib area. I held on tightly around his neck and he held me tightly.
"Look...I know you don't know me. So how about I introduce myself?" I nodded. "My name is Alfred F Jones and since your going to be living with me, you should know I'm actually the the United States of America." My eyes widened, I've heard of them, the nations. "Okay, now your turn." I wanted to
Welcome to the New World of Pokemon! (1) Three hundred years after Red climbed Mt. Silver, the world of Pokemon wasn't as it had always been. Friendship and bonds between Pokemon were a thing of the past. By then, all the Pokemon in the world had been driven to extinction by the overwhelming amount of new, abusive trainers.
The extinction of Pokemon happened quickly, and the world of Pokemon was caught off by surprise. In order to cope with the absence of Pokemon, people needed to find new Pokemon to catch. With the entire world mostly numbered by abusive and insane Pokemon trainers, they found a new way to bring back the Pokemon they love.
"Oh hello there, young trainers! I am professor Maple. This television broadcast is for all you younger eyes to see! We have managed to acquire some Pokemon from the Pohem region! As long as you are under twenty years old, come stop by to have your first Pokemon! Come quick, because we have a limited number of them. Thank you for tuning in,
Hetalia x young!reader: a new life 3I do not own hetalia or you~
I groaned feeling the bright sun against my face. I opened my eyes and glared. Suddenly I realized I was tucked into my cozy bed Alfred had given to me to use for the time being. I smiled feeling the soft comforting sheets against my skin. I sat up and gave my attention back to the sun. I stood and walked to the window. I squinted looking at the sun then noticed a large cloud near by. I took a deep breath before gently blowing out watching the cloud float fast towards the sun covering it. I grinned and closed the window. I yawned and walked out into the hallway then felt intense pain in my side and arm. I looked at my cast on my arm and sighed. "Oh right... How did I not notice this right away?" I groaned and searched for Alfred's room. I found a door marked "HERO" and assumed it was him. I gently knocked before I heard some footsteps and the door was opened to reveal Alfred who had obviously just woken up. "Hey! Goodmorning~" he said happily. "H
Hoodie x reader pt. 4
Since Hoodie said he'll see you again, it's been about 3 days, and you started to have doubts. You were curled up in a ball on your bed at your house, listening to music. There was a knock at your door, making you gasp, you quickly got up from your bed and ran to the door opening it. Surely enough, Hoodie was standing there. "HOODIE!" You yelled as you jumped into his arms, hugging him. "I t-told you i'd see y-you again, (Y-Y/N)." Hoodie said as he hugged you back.
You felt tears of happiness form as you and Hoodie hugged for a while. Once you parted, you motioned Hoodie to come inside. Hoodie nodded and entered your house. You closed the door. "I'm surprised, you got caught with me a few days ago, yet you can see me." "Oh, y-yeah, Slender didn't press ch-charges! Kinda s-surprised me t-too." Hoodie said. You smiled. "H-he said it was okay that w-we see eachother." Hoodie said, making your smiles widen. "I'm glad." You said.
You hugged Hoodie from b
Kickstarter Ransom"Hrrpmrpm!" A dark haired pro female soccer player grunted out as she wore a bright green and black combination soccer uniform and she was carried into safe house by two goons who had the audacity to kidnap her during a live game. Despite being on the field along with all the other teams, security and the thousands of fans they somehow made off with her which the action was witness by millions.
"And there you go." A slim short guy said as his tall partner bound the female known as Amber to a chair with rope as more bound her wrists, knees and ankles. A thick knotted white cloth kept her gagged as she was secured into the simple wooden chair. "Good job Josh, now for part two of our plan."
"I still don't know about this Nick, will this really work?" He asked over Amber's grunted struggles as Nick pulled himself up to a computer which had a kickstarter new funding page on it.
"Of course Josh, you got to stay up to date with kidnappings and ransoms and what better way to ransom a famous so
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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