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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
Metamorphosis (Chapter 18)
“What did you just say!?” I gasped, unable to believe my ears.
“I said that if you’ll calm down and come with me, I might know how to turn you back.” James replied. I quickly climbed off my bike and ran over to him, grabbing him by the shoulders. I glared into his eyes with so much intensity that he must have been intimidated, because he started to back up a little.
“James…I swear to God above that if you’re lying to me, I will never forgive you.” I growled.
“I’m not lying Chase! I mean it!” James said. “If you come with me, I might be able to help. I can’t make any promises…but we gotta try right?” I felt my knees going weak and I almost collapsed from the delight I was feeling. It was as if all the depression and fear I had felt was being lifted from my aching shoulders.
“Oh my God…I could be a guy again!? You mean it!? I’ll do whatever you say! Just tell me what to do!
Faith of the Heart-Pt 3-Ch 25Faith of the Heart
Part 3: Chapter 25
THE TRUTH IS OUT
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Hour by hour, Marina, Goofy, Panchito, and José helped get Ariel's surprise present from the shipwreck all the way across the reefs. They had some help with a few sea turtles and some dolphins like Flounder said, but it still took some time. It was such a heavy gift that it took the whole day to get it close enough to the secret grotto.
After excusing the turtles and dolphins when they were outside the cave, the gang took a short breather. Once they had a long
Expanding Your Horizons Ch. 1Chapter 1: Freshman Fifteen
College is such a curious time in life. As much as many like to say high school is the turning point of maturity, what do they know? High school is just working from report card to report card and pretending you’re an adult by driving your dad’s old car and flipping burgers to get minimum wage on the weekends. College is when you actually become an adult, the apron strings being cut as you train in school for a career you hope to have for the rest of your life.
This coming of age story begins in a college. Bayan East College, to be precise. A darkened room on the north side of Bayan East.
In the room sat two figures. They sat opposite each other, staring in contemplative opposition.
The taller man was sitting backwards in his chair. He looked like the typical sort one expects to play the role of a mad scientist, black hair a mess, white lab coat permed and pressed, ending in black slacks, and a somewhat crooked, yet kind, grin. The three days
Abducted School route C part 5
Day 20 (dream)
The last conversation continue but was less awkward than before, until something or more someone came out...
“Hey look like you are having fun” said a voice that was behind us
This voice... I couldn't forget it, we turn around and see her... Rose was standing there
“Rose!” yell Violet as much surprise as I was
“Wha.... what are you doing here!” add Lillie
“Oh, I was just passing by when I receive a call from one of my friend saying you would not mind my visit” said Rose
“A call from... no” I said looking at Lotus
She look down avoiding any eyes contact “I'm sorry...” was the only words she said, but it was enough to make me feel like the most stupid person on earth...
“You traitor!!! How could you!?” scream Lillie, pissed off
“She was just following the orders, don't get angry at her, but I have to say that I am a bit proud of the plan I made... even the great strategist Violet didn
The Shadow on the High Seas (Ninja vs Pirates)Golden Age of Piracy, pirates of all kinds sailed the seas in the year span of 1700s, which they ranged from all kinds of people from Black Beard himself to Captain William Kidd. They sailed the seas high and low plundering any ship or town they came across.
On another sunny day, which the seas were calm and easy to sail the One Eyed Pirates sailed the seas looking for their next plunder. The men were either scrubbing the decks, slacking off or watching the horizon for anything of value to go after. Soon the door leading to the captain's room flung open and out walked Azure Hair Shanks. His hair was a bright flaming red color with his left eye permanently shut from a sword wound, and a black and golden coat was draped over his shoulders wearing a black and red outfit under it with black boots. He took several loud steps forward and took in a deep breath of salty sea air before exhaling.
"Avast me hearties, today be another joyous plunderin' day!" Shanks cried out which was met by the j
Community Service (GT): Chapter 4Emily’s POV
At first, I tried to hide the sobs overcoming my body, but they kept coming. My breathing hitched, tears messily flowing from my face. I heard the giant stutter and mumble something, but I wasn’t able to hear. It was always embarrassing to cry in front of someone—even if that someone was a giant out to hurt you. It was weak. I couldn’t be weak— I had to stay strong, protect myself, survive. That’s the only way to last in this world. The weak disappear, their minds strayed away from their bodies—I had seen it, the simple way people would curl into themselves, lost to the world in an attempt to forget.
But I couldn’t forget: the dull, constant ache of pain, the hunger biting away at my bones; the fear, the jeering laughs. I couldn’t tell if this remembrance was a blessing or a curse. It plagued my dreams, forcing me to relive the past, always lingering in the back of my mind. It kept me aware, careful.
But I was stu
DmC Dante x Reader: Second Chances
Part 8: A Nephilim's Tears!
(Name)- Reader or OC
(h/c)- Hair color
(e/c)- Eye color
The wedding was a small one and not by your choice; Dante wanted to be on the safe side if not too many people knew of the baby and you and him getting married. He even told you that it just rile Vergil up and attack you more and you understood him clearly; you twirled the ring on your left ring finger as your other hand rubbed your stomach, feeling the unborn child within you. Kat was beside you as you two spoke of the baby. "I've never seen Dante this ecstatic. I mean, yeah at first he seemed nervous but look at you, (Name), already five months pregnant. Where does the time go?" You shrug and say, "I know. Dante doesn't want to admit it but he's glad to have a child" You look away from her and say, "But Vergil-" Your voice got choked up, fearing the baby wasn't Dante's but his twin brother's child; it made Kat look at you and say in a
Chimera Chronicles: Frosty Festivities Part 1
Chimera Chronicles: Special Episode I: A Festive Soccer Game
“I really hate to sound like I’m stupid or somethin’, but what in tarnation’s a ‘soccer’?”
The ice cold room filled with a sudden silence, its denizens stunned by her admission of her lack of knowledge concerning the game of soccer. With everyone staring at her in disbelief, the fringed jacket-wearing Delibird tensed up in her seat, fearing she might’ve said something that might get her feathers plucked by her fellow Explorers. Thankfully, the only thing she got were a few rolling eyes from the other Pokémon in the room and a reassuring pat on the shoulder from a tie-wearing Floatzel by the name of Cassidy.
“Don’t sweat it, Delilah,” he said, watching from the corner of his eye as a female Braixen with an orange shaded neckband raised her hand, “We can teach ya all ya need to know about soccer in no time!”
Female Mowgli Request- Second PartThe bark was rough against Mugdha's red loincloth, and the trunk was hard and unforgiving. Still, she knew sleep would not evade her, she was more than used to spending her nights in these trees, safe from the dangers of the forest floor. Her eyes were closed, not even glancing at the sinister presence that had emerged from the dense leaves above her head. Kaa eyed up the young woman, eyes rapturous with hunger. She would do very nicely, though the serpent suspected that she would be a tougher meal than most, given her muscular frame and sharp eyes. Kaa lowered a thick loop of coil from the canopy and let his tail dangle like a creeper behind her. He hoped to intimidate the girl with his vast length and powerful, crushing coils.
"Oh, what do we have here in my tree, hmmm? Could it be a delicioussss girl-cub?" He hissed softly, approaching the girl whose eyes flew open in alarm, her body visibly tensing.
"Who are you?" she growled aggressively.
"Why I am Kaa, sssooo nice to
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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