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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 FACE - Confusion
"Wait here while I buy you ice cream." Matthieu said.
You nodded as you watch Matthieu walk to the ice-cream track. When he's out of sight, you walked over the swing and waited there.
Your smile grew when you realized that you can also have a brother and sister time in the evening. You already had fun at the park. You even played fetch with Blackie.
Your thoughts were interrupted when someone puts their hands on your shoulder. Expecting it to be your brother, you immediately turned around but you realized that it wasn't him. The man looked like Matthieu but his hair is shorter and he wears glasses.
[2P/N], it's time to go." the man said, almost in a whisper.
"Back home." the man picked you up, putting you on his shoulders and walked away.
"Who are you again?" you asked, making sure this isn't Matthieu.
Matthieu walked back with two [Favourite Flavour] ice cream cone but noticed that
Btt x shy!reader : new girl 1I do not own hetalia or you~
I stood looking at myself if a full body mirror. I was wearing black shorts, a (f/c) tank top and a grey cardigan. I had just put the finishing touches my small amount of makeup. I looked at myself sadly in the mirror.
I was to attend hetalia academy this year and needless to say...I was terrified. I was not much of a person to defend myself or reach out to talk to people. My two best friends had moved away and now I had...nobody. After they had left I became very depressed...and started cutting to ease the pain and my mind. The last thing I wanted was for someone at this new school to see my cuts and hate me. "(Name)! Are you ready to go?" I heard my mom yell from downstairs. The academy was holding a picnic barbecue type thing before school actually started the next day. "Y-yes!" I shouted back before slipping on my (f/c) vans and running to get into the car.
The school was not far away from my house and we got there quickly. I glanced a
Attack on Titan x Reader - I'm in the Band (Ch. 2)Chapter Two: The First Step
A high-pitched whistle was blown in a quick, sharp burst, causing the people around me under the shade of the pavilion to venture out into the morning sunlight. Not wanting to seem like a black sheep, I fastened my Camelback around my shoulders and hurried onto the field. I spotted Marco holding up his hand and calling, “Clarinets, over here!”
There were a good twenty or so people in the section, all of which saving Armin and Marco being girls. Armin was going over a sheet of paper in a blue binder, and Marco was counting the members of the section. He stopped when his eyes fell on me, and he smiled and said, “Morning, _____,” then resumed counting.
“Looks like everyone’s here,” he said to Armin, who scribbled something down before putting away the paper and setting the binder on the ground.
“Today we’re just going to go over marching fundamentals,” said Armin. “I know you all probably know al
Attack on Titan x Reader - I'm in the Band (Ch. 3)Chapter Three: Old Habits
I was mercilessly awoken the next morning by the ringing of my cell phone. I groaned when I remembered that I had set my alarm, but became a bit confused when I realized that it was my ringtone that was playing. I slid over to the edge of the lofted bed and reached for the device sitting on my makeshift nightstand. Turning on my lamp, I answered the call, not even bothering to see who it was. “Hello?”
“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty!” a familiar voice chirped through the speaker.
I let out a loud sigh. “How did you get my number?” I slurred.
“Armin gave it to me,” Marco replied. “He helped with band registration, and you filled out this number on your form.”
I rubbed my eyes, lifting my head and propping it up on my hand. “Lovely. I hope you’re not gonna make a habit of this.”
He chuckled. “Well, you said you weren’t a morning person, so I just wanted to help you out.
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. "
HetaliaXSinger!Streetrat!Reader A capital's choiceChapter 1: Meeting the thief
‘Another job well done’ you thought as you rested yourself against the wall in an alleyway. Your backpack full with cash from the central bank of the capital. ‘Now, all I gotta do is-’ your thoughts interrupted as you heard two familiar tweets. You looked up to see a bright yellow and creamy white bird landing down on your shoulders.
“Hey, you two. Ya shaken the cops from mah trial?” as you looked at the chick and the dove as they let out a ‘Piyo!’ and ‘Preppe!’
“Thanks,” you smiled at them as they in return cuddled you “guys that tickles” you giggled.
“Let’s see…” you muttered after your giggling fit “I’ve got the tax raise back from the northern and east part…All that left is...Ah! Romulus his tomatoes.” as you made room for them.
“Gilbird? Pierre? You ready for the last heist of today?”
Wrong Place Wrong TimeRhie Leporia was a young blonde female who wore sexy black clothing which was a belly revealing black tank top with elbow covers with a black skirt and black socks and shoes. She wasn't a normal human as she was also part animal with black animal ears and a long black tail.
She was currently traveling a vast wasteland, heading towards a holy city that was supposed to be known for it's good food and attractions.
"There it is!" Rhie cried out running up to the edge of the wasteland to be standing on a tall cliff to look down at the beautiful city which was built on a vast oasis. "Can't wait to sit down and enjoy the sights and food." Rhie said excited as she rushed down the side of the cliff towards the city.
Once inside of the city Rhie began to look around, seeing many interesting people and already help herself to some tasty food.
As she walked around she noticed a side alley and decided to take a short cut to get to the other side but as she began to walk down it, a dark figure dress
creepypasta x reader 7 minutes in heaven: Jeff
Everyone gathered for Seven minutes in heaven. When you reached into a hat you were poked by something sharp. You pulled out the object. It was a knife. Jeff smirked taking the knife. "that's mine." He said as he grabbed your wrist, pulling you into the closet with him. You blushed as BEN closed and locked the door.
The moment the door was locked you were pinned to a wall. Your wrists were held above your head. You looked at Jeff wide eyed. Jeff just smirked.
"You know, i've been wanting some time alone with you for quite some time." Jeff said. You opened your mouth to say something, but you were cut off when Jeff pressed his lips to yours. You stiffened for a few seconds before relaxing into the kiss.
Jeff let go of your wrists as her wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck.
The kiss went on like that for a couple of minutes and then Jeff lightly bit your bottom lip ask
Death Battle: B. Orchid vs. Elektra Prelude
Roy: They are both assassins in their own right, and they come packed with similar weapons and their own share of superhuman and supernatural qualities and powers.
Ivan: Here we have B. Orchid, the secret agent sent to investigate Killer Instinct.
Dillios: And Elektra, the mercenary who once worked for S.H.I.E.L.D.-
Roy: Dillios, what the hell are you doing?
Dillios: Umm...my job.
Ivan: No, no, your job is the tool that says useless puns and one-liners. You were the third guy who applied for a job here, and DOGE felt you were only good because your voice sounds like the Narrator from 300. That's why we call you Dillios. I mean, your real name is Frederick. You are useless and that is why you had one line, because that is what you are capable of.
Dillios/Bert: That hurts man. Besides, I got a promotion and now I'm working with you guys!
Roy: Just saying, your'e Frederick now. No more cool nickname.
Roy: Anyways, it is our job to analyze their weapons, powe
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.
The BeginningHe told them, of course. He told those idiots everything, the whole damn story, including the blunder he'd made, and its consequences. Looking back on it later, he realized he had probably been in shock the whole time. It made sense, anyone would have been.
Soph was about twenty years old, and he'd been that way for a couple of years already, ever since the Hoarde had started attacking humanity from the past. Every day that passed, they ate at another day in the past. It sickened him. Those creatures had absolutely no regard for proper time and causality protocols.
It didn't seem to affect anyone else that way, though.
The Hoarde was the result of a human creation, of course, like everything bad in the world, though no one else knew about them. Then again, no one else had undiluted access to the power of creation. Even he didn't know much about the Hoarde, only that they appeared through some tear in The Fabric of The World and started killing people off. They appeared at some point in
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