THE VISION THIEF - D. MALFOY

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o întâmplare în timpul unui concurs de dans... asta am primit temă de la școală

War Poem - Tear Of A Child

Tear of a child (war poem) is my perspective of how these wars are affecting people and kids in that area. These are the people who are suffering,who lost everything for something they don't even understand. Who was part of a fight they never started, yet they are the ones that lose everything.

The Next Erased Title for Security Reasons

In the backdrop of a war that threatened to tear apart the life of many: A kidnapped princess, a seven year old spy, a conniving regent and a prince, a foolhardy king, and an inexperienced assassin. The mastermind puppeteer behind the war seems cold, distant, and untouchable. But when he 'survives' an assassination attempt, he gives himself to the young assassin. Three nations, one War. Treachery, fear and fate: it all threads through the fingers of one man; one ruthless man whose presence could alter anything.HIGHEST: #60 in Fantasy Note: After a few chapters, the main narrative turns BL. I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE IMAGES. Tell me who the artists are and I will credit them.

The Last Shadow

First Story - Comments and Feedback Appreciated Highly Appreciated -The Plancor Plains has been a place of endless battles between the races until the Dark Wars ended, and the Edenbrook Royal Family built a kingdom on mutual cooperation. The Kingdom of Edenbrook thrived for centuries. The Shadow Guard were the sacred magical protectorate of the Kingdom that worked in-tandem with the Royal Guard. With many races working together, so much prosperity, and so many valuable resources and land, it was only a matter of time before darker forces set their sights on the Kingdom of Edenbrook.This is the beginning of the end, The Last Shadow...

The Door of Truth

Stephanie felt trapped. She's lived on this Island for her entire life, and has grown up believing that it's all there ever was for her and for everyone else. Stephanie knows there's more out there, so much more out there. There's countries, and cities and places she can only see inside her dreams. She knows there's more of a life out there than this. Daydreaming on the daily and researching in the island library she has always attempted to find evidence to what else life could have to offer; and it's always gotten her in some sort of trouble. She dreams of so much more than what she's been given. In all her history lessons at the school-house, the teachers all say the same thing, 'we are the only human kind on this earth, the earth is ours and belongs to only us. Our fate is sealed in stone and our lives will be lived out on the island.' Stephanie believes this to be complete and utter bulshit.

Silent love (andley) BVB-On Hold

((Ain't good at descriptions but oh well, here we go))Andy is mute and has very little friends, he is different but he likes that he has some secrets and cares only for his 3 friends and his deaf sister but when Ashley come to town he starts to think of things differently, but it seems Ashley and Andy already share some memories. What could they be? What is Andy hiding? Will their be some romance in the air?

Rebirth of a Nation

First, arriving in chains and shacklesMind racing; prepared for battle,in a land not my own.Stripped from my home,Humiliated, whipped, raped and frightened to the bone...In this hell; I felt alone.Then, they say 'you're free'Was I supposed to be happy?That I was working forZero fees, tilling, nurturing, and pleading on my hands and my kneesUnable to read... please!Finally, I began to fight.Fought for liberation and rightsFought not to see my brother's bodydangling from Great Oaks at nightStruggling to survive, vote, learn ...and,We shall overcome... someday?They didn't want me to know.When I figured it out, they implemented COINTELPRO...and, burned down my community. But my immunity to downfall at the hand of oppressionLeft me standing in solidarity withthose just like me.Now, the day has arrived.And, I must believe my eyes becauseBlack Lives... They MatterIf I walk up to the White House door and knocked,A brown face would answer.In a sea of faces pride spreads, Similar to the effects of cancer, but not as negativeFor the most part, they're letting me liveWhat once had to be taken, some now give...respect, admiration and the ability to have dignity.Yes, even though, some still feel the need to depict me as a monkey.We finally - THANK GOD - We FINALLY Got... us... FREE!!

50's , 60's , 70's , 80's , 90's links mtl

here are the links of the stories i posted before.... credits to the author. pls dont reportthose marked with 😉 I'm done reading

Сборник Стихотворений Kitsune_Eleon

Чувства в данный момент меня переполняют...Спросите вы "почему". Эх, я так сказать впервые выставляю собственные мысли, а точнее некие любящие друг друга строчки, описывающие мое душевное состояние, настроение, жизненную позицию, эмоции и т.д. Я и раньше думала писать "влюбленные строки", да-да, еще в раннем детстве, но, не решалась. И недавно в моей жизни появился человек, перевернувший всё, что можно было перевернуть. И даже, я до сих пор не могу понять, что он перевернул вверх тормашками, а что встало на свои места. Будто мы в невесомости... Он талантлив. Его творчество и внутренний мир, превосходят мои в сотни тысяч световых лет, но я точно знаю, что свет проливается на Мысли, Которые Познали Искусство.

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