The Fallen Warrior-Woman by KaoriSilverMoon, literature
Literature
The Fallen Warrior-Woman
The soldiers were talking amongst themselves while they sat in their saddles. "The captain said she'd break!" "She will. Just give her time." "It's been two days, nonstop!" "She's stubborn." "I don't like it. I think she's -" "What? A witch? Please." "She could be!" "Get a head on yourself, Gaius!" "I still say she is..."
They were talking about the young woman with her hands tied to the back of a horse-drawn cart. She had been walking nonstop for two days and nights. The sun was just rising up to welcome the beginning of the third day. The warrior woman had shown no change since they began. Only her eyes had grown darker. Her pace did not
Last night, Monday, November 5, 2011, an astounding thing happened. At around 8 o'clock last night, my father and I turned on The Matrix, which we had started early Saturday morning and stopped halfway. Now, to give a little back story as to why a thirteen year-old girl is watching a rated R movie with her father, I shall explain how it began.
On Thursday night, I was sharing with my father something that I was writing. I am a freestyle writer, and I don't usually write an outline so much as just typing as I go along. I was showing him my outline, and he began asking many difficult questions about where the plot is going, what the main confl
Terrifying Friendship by KaoriSilverMoon, literature
Literature
Terrifying Friendship
The scariest thing, looking at her, wasn't the anger. No, the anger shone through very little. Instead, it was knowing that she was furious and having only a blank canvas staring at you. Having no idea what was going on inside her head, wanting so badly to know, but being somewhat thankful you don't.
It was frightening looking at her, seeing her eyes narrowed in fury, her muscles clenched and her hands in fists, then suddenly, she relaxes. Her face smoothes into an expressionless façade, her hands and muscles release their tension, and she just saunters away. You get the ominous feeling that she could've killed you right then and th
Wherever I go, I try and find a high place. From that high place, I go to the edge and look down. Then I look around, seeing how high I am, wondering how it would feel to fly over it. I spread out my arms, close my eyes, and breathe deeply. I try to focus only on my breathing, trying in vain to drown out the noise the constant noise that drives me insane. My eyes flash open and I envision myself falling, then flying. Flying up and away from this dreadful place with all the noises and the disgusting smells. I long to see a place far above the buildings where the air is crisp and clean, flying all on my own.
Looking down again, I begi
c'mon people seriously?i'm me,you're you, leave it by anime116, journal
c'mon people seriously?i'm me,you're you, leave it
https://seekhim.deviantart.com/art/Petition-286311177
c'mon people. America was created on the bases of God! the world was originally all based on the lord! people used to be persicuted, murdered for not being CHRISTIANS in america! freedom of speech and religion. if you don't like it don't read it, it's not for you. you can have your belief and i can have mine. why should i change something for someone else when it has absolutely nothing to do with them? i'm sorry, usually i'd just let the other person get whatthey want because it's not worth it but i'm not letting them win this, this is worth it and this is rediculous. if it really was off
The artist I'm about to speak of,
Has the most Glorious name...
...God
God creates, not a moving picture,
But a living thing.
Not a photo,
That shows only one frame.
Not a painting,
With fine detail.
Not a sculpture,
That cannot move.
Not a robot,
That doesn't have feelings.
He creates human beings with...
...life. :heart: