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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
Allies x Reader: A new AllyI do now own hetalia or you!
(Name)= your name
(C/n) = country name
(E/c) =eye color
(H/l)= hair length
" " = actually speaking
' ' = what your thinking
(With the allies)
"Alright dudes!! Let's get this meeting goin!!" America shouted as he slammed his fist down on the table.
"Yes but where's (c/n)? They should be here considering their joining us today. Da?" Russia said. England nodded. "Obviously. Maybe it got lost." He said in a snarky tone. "It?" Russia said. "Well have any of you even seen them before?" England asked. They all shook their head. "Ohonon maybe it is a beautiful girl! Zhat would be nice oui?" France said. "She should be young. My boss said that she is about in her mid teens. Maybe 15, 16 aru." China said. Before anyone could say anything else could be said they heard the door slightly creek open. "H-hello? Is this the Allies meeting?" A small female voice asked. "Yes it is. Come in." Arthur said turning to the door. The door was opened wider to
A sad little dragon (working title)Some time ago, a blue dragon with green horns hatched out of a blue egg with green spots. He had a very big family, with lots of uncles, aunts, and many cousins. But he only had one sister; a purple dragon with red horns. The little blue dragon also had a Papa and a Momma, both of whom he loved very much.
But when the blue dragon was only beginning to learn to walk on his chubby little legs, his Momma dragon got sick. It wasn't a sickness you could see, like the measles or the chickenpox. Momma dragon changed, in a very scary way. She was angry, and mean to the other dragons. And one day, when the little blue dragon woke up, his momma was gone. All of the adults were very sad, especially Papa dragon.
"Where is Momma?" Asked the little blue dragon.
"She flew away, little dragon." Papa said.
"Where did she go?" Asked the little blue dragon.
"To a place very far away, where little dragons can never fly to."
The little blue dragon never saw his momma again. And he was sad.
Years went by, a
Virus - VT Series - #2: The UniversesWhile the three other siblings stared in shock, Bethany was the only one who pulled herself out of surprise to explain everything. She told them where they lived, who they were and about the YouTube channel. Like to her character, Gertrude managed to describe where they were.
‘We’re in a world called Garry’s Mod. Not this ‘Earth’. You said we’re in a game, yes? Well, that’s a real universe. Each game created has its own universe. And this is ours. Funny thing is, ours is right next to yours. That’s why we can see you so clearly.’
‘But how come you can see us?’ Bethany asked.
Gertrude shrugged. ‘Still figuring that out, honestly.’
Mature as she was, she was also gifted with not just kindness but intelligence too. She turned round to Papa and said, ‘If we can open the portal fully, then it’ll let them get into our universe. Maybe they can help with the-,’ she raised her eyebrows, hiding what e
Faith of the Heart-Part 3-Ch 23Faith of the Heart
Part 3: Chapter 23
Written by DisneyFan-01
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"Gene!" Marina called out. "Gene! Are you up there!?"
There was no answer coming from the Argentum.
"Gah," she grunted and called again. "GENE! Are you there?!"
With her head and shoulders over the water by the hull of the ship, Marina paced in a small circle waiting for a reply. She had in her hand a bag that was once piece of cloth that she tied together at the corners. What she had inside the cloth she had to keep a secret from a certain captain f
Blackout Days (bit 1) I remember the Blackout Days, when I was young and machines thrummed. Dark days, yes, but there was the tiniest streak of light on the horizon called hope. Baseball players wore black uniforms; it was easier to see them against the floodlights. We didn’t have pets; anything was considered fair game for the table in those lean times. But we kept the machines running, and focused on that strip of light on the horizon.
Looking back now after so many years, it’s amazing that we took it all in stride. But it was just the way things were. I was twelve when I began work in the factory, my schooling done. But I was proud; I was doing something important. I was feeding the machines, making sure they never stopped. I didn’t really know at the time what might happen if they stopped, but I knew it was something bad. It was every citizen’s duty to contribute, to keep those machines working. I was glad to do it, even though my hearing is diminished now from the no
Homicidal Liu X reader pt 1 (Commissioned)
I was commissioned to make a Liu x reader, so here we go!
You were walking home one night looking at text messages on your phone. You heard laughing and looked over and saw a couple of boys. The boys looked at you and smirked at each other. "Looks like we caught us a hot babe tonight." one of them said. They walked towards you. One boy was infront of you while the other grabbed you from behind. "Hey, what do you say we have some fun?" The boys smirked at you. You gasped. "NO, LET GO OF ME!" You yelled. You struggled, but the boy wouldn't let you go. The boy infront of you grabbed your chin. "Now, now. let's not be difficult." He smirked.
You snapped at the boys hand with your mouth, making him move it away. You elbowed the other guy's stomach, making him let go of you. "Bad idea, hun." One of the boys said and pinned you to a tree, pinning your wrists above your head. "NO LET ME GO! HELP!" You cried. You closed yo
Silas - Chapter 2
I stretch my tail out in front of Jeremy's shuffling feet.
He trips. His coffee lid pops off at the moment he collides with his boss, and the boss's suit is soon soaking in steaming hot liquid.
"Ow! What the—"
Jeremy stares in horror at his furious employer, clutching his empty coffee cup.
"Oh, Boss, I am so sorry, please let me clean that for you!"
"No," snaps the boss. "That was the last straw, you clumsy oaf. You're fired!"
"Please..." breathes Jeremy. "I can't be...."
His boss starts to unbutton his suit coat.
"You are. I give you until the end of today to be packed and out of this office building for good." He glares hard at Jeremy, daring him to challenge his superior a second time.
Jeremy stands in shock, then backs away and turns into his cubicle. "Yes sir," he mumbles.
~ ~ ~
I watch in silence from the shadow in the corner. They can't see me at all, but I can see them oh so well. A snicker rises up in my throat and I can't hold back a breathy laugh.
"What was that?" The
Hetalia X Half Wolf! Male! Reader Chapter 2 (Y/N) couldn't stand to let anyone see him as he ran out of the large building, biting his lip to keep any and all salty tears from spilling. He bit harder and harder, drawing a crimson liquid at one point as the painful memories flooded his entire being. With each hurried step, his legs would feel weaker, his mind buzzing with mystery and his eyes brimmed with hurt.
When he came to an empty area near the beach, he slid down a tree, his hands practically ripping hair from his head.
"G-god damnit... Why am I remembering this all now?" (Y/N) called to himself.
Aww, little wolf boy doesn't like it! He's crying, oh boo hoo!
"Stop hitting me, please! It hurts!"
Don't cry! Crying's for the weak.
Stay here, and I'll be back
"But you never came back! You never did!" (Y/N) cried out, wishing to forget, to never feel again. He
Hetalia x young!reader: a new life 5I do not own hetalia or you~
I yawned and rubbed my eyes before softly opening them. I actually welcomed the morning sun. I instantly remembered dancing with Romano last night and felt a wide smile go across my face. I took a deep breath and smelled something...delicious! I sat up and got out if my bed. I instantly felt a cold breeze and was shivering. I held out my palm and lit up a flame then thought as I watched the flickering light. 'I wanna be normal...I wish I didn't have these powers...' I thought sadly as I extinguished the flame and grabbed a blanket off my bed and wrapped it around myself. I wobbled down the stairs and the amazing sent got stronger. I entered the kitchen and smiled. It was Alfr- that is not Alfred. "Um...good morning!" I said happily. He jumped and turned to look at me. "Oh! Good morning (name)!" The man said. He had blonde hair like america but he had a really long curly piece of hair. "Um...I'm so sorry...but who are you?" I asked sitting down i
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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