Fire can destroy everything regardless of screams, cries, and the best of efforts.
After the wedding, Bridget went back to her bar and lit a match.
Settled into the foothills on the outskirts of Nimbus, the Clementine was a small local pub with hours as changeable as its owner’s mood. She had closed it tonight for the wedding. There were a few part-timers who could have had it open but it seemed right to close it tonight. She and the groom had had a history here and she hadn’t wanted anyone around if she had to come back.
Her gaze fell over the wooden countertops lined with deep cracks, the clean but elderly wooden stools, tabl
The Storm on the Way Home pt. 1 by who-the-moon-is, literature
Literature
The Storm on the Way Home pt. 1
Elves were untrustworthy skinflints who would trade with anyone, from humans to greystars, in anything of worth and would magick your attention away if they thought you disapproved of them doing so. So when Irene saw Elysander enter the inn’s common room—her common room, where she spent most every night since arriving half a year ago, she bided her time making contact. No sense jumping up and down, waving her arms. She wasn’t even sure she was happy to see him.
The half-elf set his eternally full cask of Vinlandian wine down on a corner table, making it wobble dangerously. Then, tossing his cloak over it
Ravens spun and whirled in front of the cave, their beaks stretched wide with mockery. They could always find dragons that were out of place and they were hardly concealed here. The torrential rain that poured from dense steel-grey clouds had forced the two sand dragons into the back of the cave, the humans following with great complaint. It was difficult to make them understand that in the sands, there was no rain, that rain was death.
Briden dug his talons into the cave floor and moved a little further from the cave mouth, listening to his companion quietly explain the facts of life to one of the humans.
“Forgive him.
Disparity.
Political word, nonsense word, used to indicate a gap in class, in service, in the level of care people are able to get compared to other people.
Disparity is what comes to mind when I see the two teenage girls decked out in black lacey Lolita gear, long silver hair whipping in the wind, ominous black tinges around their hands, smiling at me. Behind them, a fifty-foot Cerberus roars at the world. The world is currently a Montana sky in the dead of summer.
Richard always told me ‘just accept that they know what they know’. Like fourteen year old gangsters with a gun, accept that what has happened to them has happene
Summary: Armin has taken many ideas from books of the world and strategy. But for this one to work, it would take a miracle. Set in Titan-verse.
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“Eren.”
Eren looked up from making a final check of his 3D maneuver gear before the scouts moved out for the day. Immediately, he was on his feet, standing at attention for his superior.
“Levi-heichou.”
The corporal had been leading them for the past four days, following their separation from Erwin’s larger group. It was odd to be away from the comrades Eren had been making, but not unfamiliar. More tense by far since it was his first mission with Levi since getti