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The rules are on the first page! <3 :))
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
Okay, now it’s a challenge. Post what you wrote, and I can almost certainly top it.
Ganging up on me are you?
Josef shook his head, bitter tears stinging his eyes. “Why Lord? Why is this happening to us? Will you really leave Rosemarie a widow? Will you leave Ernst and Marta fatherless? Oh Lord, there was so much more I wanted for them… and for myself. I don’t want to fight this war, and I don’t believe in the cause I will be fighting to uphold.” He looked up at the sky, his hands open. “What am I supposed to do?”
@freed_and_redeemed SNOWBALL X4 !!!!!Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
I love your style!
I want to hear more about the shepherd boy with the sword!!!
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
@whalekeeper hehe ok I’ll stop pouting
@ellette-giselle How ‘bout we don’t make a competition out of who can traumatize their charries the most XDIt takes a long time to wait 🌻
Okay, now it’s a challenge. Post what you wrote, and I can almost certainly top it.
Honestly, even writing down the bare facts of the backstory might be too graphic for people. It’s necessary because the end of the story is a reversal of the beginning, kind of like that flash fiction I posted a couple pages back.
I love it, it has a real grimdark x fairy tale charm, but…
**My little OC children scramble away and hide*
How ‘bout we don’t make a competition out of who can traumatize their charries the most XD
I’ve wondered when this would happen since I first joined KP. XD
“Everything is a mountain”
Pouts.
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
I’m hit!
PUPPY SCENE TIME!!!!!!! I’ll continue it later
108 wordsAlpha eyed Emmie suspiciously as she came towards him holding a basket, a smile on her face. “Surprise!” She showed him the contents of the basket, where two little puppies lay sleeping together. “Aren’t they adorable? They’re such cute little things!” she exclaimed, fawning over them.
Alpha didn’t seem as overjoyed as his girlfriend was. “They look scrawny.”
“They’re only puppies! They’ll get bigger!”
Alpha picked one of them up by the scruff, rousing the puppy from sleep. It whined. “He doesn’t like me.”
“That’s because you woke it up. The poor pup! C’mon, Alpha, admit the puppy is cute!”
“I’ll admit it’s fluffy and scrawny. That’s all.”
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)@ellette-giselle snowball x10
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)Oh my goodness. That’s adorable.
snowball x10
*gasp* how could you!
@liberty (because you’ll probably want to read this. 😉 )“How’s my favorite patent today?”
Liam looked up as Werner peeked around the door. “Doing well,” he replied, a smile touching his pale face.
Werner stepped in and softly closed the door behind him. “I’m glad to hear it.” He crossed over and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Have you taken your medicine.”
Liam screwed up his face.
Werner arched his eyebrows and looked at him sternly. “Liam,” he said, drawing out the word.
Liam pulled the blankets up to his chin.
Werner reached over and picked up the bottle and spoon from the table. “Come along, little man.”
“It’s horrible,” Liam grimaced.
“Ja, but being sick is worse,” Werner told him.
“I suppose,” Liam admitted.
Werner cupped a hand under the now full spoon, and Liam obediently opened his mouth. He took the medicine and made a gaging noise but swallowed. Werner picked up a glass of water and offered it to him. Liam drained the whole glass and then lay back, trying to use his teeth to scrape the taste off his tongue.
“Well, that wasn’t as bad as you thought, was it?” Werner asked.
“No,” Liam replied. “It was worse.”
Werner shook his head and laughed. “Tell you what, next time I’ll smuggle some honey in here, and you can have a big spoonful after your medicine.
“That sounds good,” Liam sighed.
“So, it’s a deal?” Werner asked.
Liam nodded.
Werner reached into his bag and pulled out a folded newspaper. “Look at this.”
“I can’t read, it hurts my head too much,” Liam replied.
“Oh, you don’t want to read all this boring stuff,” Werner chuckled. He withdrew a pair of scissors. “Watch.”
Liam lay with his eyes fixed on Werner, and the young doctor moved the scissors skillfully in and out of the paper. At last, he was finished, and he held out a paper soldier. Liam reached for it, but Werner held up a finger. Taking both ends of the paper soldier, he let it unfold into a long chain of soldiers.
Liam smiled and pushed himself into a sitting position. Werner handed him the chain of soldiers, and Liam held them out. “My Papa is a soldier,” he said.
“Is he?” Werner asked.
Liam nodded. “He’s a very good soldier.”
“I’m sure he is,” Werner replied.
Liam lay back again, the paper chain still in his hands.
The door opened, and Werner looked up. Maria was peeking around the corner, but she pulled back when she saw Werner. “Nurse Krämer, come in,” Werner said, hurriedly.
Maria entered, a tray in her hands. “It’s time for Liam’s lunch, Doctor.”
Werner nodded and held out his hands.
Maria looked at him for a moment, and then slowly gave him the bowl and spoon. Werner smiled his thanks, but she moved to the far end of the room and stood watching him.
Werner helped Liam eat his meal, and then guided the boy back into a reclining position.
Maria took the tray and left the room. Werner looked at the closed door for a few moments, and then back at Liam. “She’s quiet.”
Liam nodded. “She’s nice though.”
“She seems so,” Werner agreed.
Liam snuggled down and held the paper soldiers. He had folded them back into one, and his slender fingers were wrapped about it.
Werner placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder and rubbed it gently with his thumb. After a moment, he began humming in a low tone.
“What are the words to that song?”
Werner started and glanced over at Liam. “I thought you were asleep.”
Liam shook his head.
Werner smiled. “It’s a hymn I always loved.”
“Why?” Liam asked.
“Because… well, because it really touched me during a hard time in my life,” Werner replied. He glanced at Liam and smiled. “Don’t worry about it, little man. You need to get some rest.”
“Will you sing it?” Liam whispered.
Werner hesitated a moment and glanced around the room. “Alright, but softly.”
Liam smiled and closed his eyes, and Werner began to sing, his voice a husky whisper. “Depth of mercy, can there be Mercy still reserved for me? Can my God His wrath forbear, me the chief of sinners spare? Heaven find me on my knees! Hear my soul in passioned pleas. Depth of mercy, can there be Mercy still reserved for me…”
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Alpha need a lot of perspective reorientation. Actually I have a close friend who once reacted to a puppy in a very similar way, haha 😝 He even used the word scrawny.
*Sticks out my tongue at you* What is your most traumatized backstory then?
“Everything is a mountain”
I have a lot.
Shall I pick one?
I’m really not sure which is the worst.
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
I don’t discriminate – I will not rest until every man who goes about with “Merry Christmas” on his lips will be boiled in his own pudding and buried with a stake of holly through his heart, and if you don’t get that reference, you’re on the naughty list
I will bide my time until full armageddon can be achieved
Hit me, I dare you *jumps up and down on rampart waving flag*
*gets knocked off by @whalekeeper *
I ❤️ Debating Theology
I ❤️ Family Heritage
I ❤️ MedievalsWhichever is worst, lol.
(Edit: Lol is probably not the appropriate exclamation in this situation, I suppose.)
“Everything is a mountain”
Whaoh! Don’t be a Scrooge!!
Please say you really do like Christmas.
Otherwise you might have a frightening night in the near future.
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
I don’t know what’s worse!! Watching people you love brutally murdered for the pleasure of a bloodthirsty crowd, or being completely abused and brainwashed. Or…. yeah, there’s a lot.
I guess I’ll go with the second.
Joe was ripped away from his family by the government when he was 12 years old. He was marked for government service at birth, and was forbidden from having any sort of relationship with the people around him. They didn’t want him to form any emotional attachments. His parents weren’t allowed to show any sort of affection toward him, and if they did, Joe was under strict orders to report them. At 13 he was assigned to a kill squad. He was literally a weapon of the government to be unleashed on anyone they set him against. He was constantly prepared to kill and told that he was a superior life form, and killing anything below him wasn’t wrong. Joe is rescued at one point by a young government Lieutenant turned rebel, 16-year-old Rory Allans. For a time things are better as Rory does all in his power to shield Joe and protect him from the horrible system he’s in. However, Rory is caught trying to help Joe and several others escape, and Joe is arrested along with him. Then Joe and Rory are imprisoned for three weeks, during which Joe is forced to watch the Agents brutally interrogate Rory. And then…….
You know what. I think you get the picture.
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
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