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Talking About ReligionTransylvania, 1695
Margaret had been taught all her life to fear Castle Dracula. Occasionally she had heard blood-curdling tales about its terrible inhabitants. Now she was inside the castle and had become a monster herself.
A strange rodent with a scaly hide scuttled across the floor. Margaret had never seen such an animal before.
Sat next to Margaret was Penelope, the strange Englishwoman who had turned her into one of the cursed vampires. She was dressed like a German lady, in the fine fashions of the Habsburg court.
Margaret noticed, for the first time, that she herself had not changed her clothes since she had become a vampire. She was wearing the night gown that the Englishwoman gave her to replace her soiled clothes. Despite her bare feet, she had felt no cold. She supposed there was no need to change. She was a monster now. What need had a monster to change her clothes?
Penelope was talking to the feared Count Dracula, a huge man, with a fierce mustache, dressed in long
A Lost Forgotten Sad Spirit part 2Holly cut the throat of the rabbit and allowed the blood to drip onto the stones.
Thilda watched, a little nervously. She couldn't help thinking that the faun girl's horns had a slightly demonic look as she performed the ritual.
"Spirit, we offer you this blood. Take it and gain life and strength," said the faun. "Take it, that we might know you and pay our respects." She then mumbled a few words in her own bleating language.
Something like a shadow seemed to fall over the stone at which Holly had offered the blood.
The shadow began to grow larger, taking on something of a man-like shape.
The two girls gasped and moved closer to each other.
Once again, the whispering voice returned. Yet this time it was louder and clearer than before.
"Who speaks to me?"
"It is Holly and Thilda again. We sought you yesterday," said Holly boldly.
"I.. I feel so much more alive!"
"Who are you?" asked Thilda. "We would know the one to whom we have offered this gift."
"My name!" the whisper seemed to becom
A Lost Forgotten Sad Spirit part 1Once he had been powerful. Once men had trembled before his might. Once his enemies had fell before him, as his armies swept the land. Now he knew only the cold emptiness of death.
For centuries he had haunted these rocks and trees. Did any still remember his name? He barely remembered himself. He was just a lonely spirit.
"I can feel their presence in these woods," said the Faun girl. "Can you not sense them?"
The faun was short, still young. She looked much like a pretty human girl, despite her goat-like legs and curled horns. Long brown curls fell down her back. She wore a strip of cloth around her chest. Among their own kind, female fauns went bare-breasted, but among humans they covered their breasts in deference to human modesty.
"No, Holly, I don't. I don't sense the dead at all. I've never sensed a dead spirit in my life," replied the human girl.
The girl was about sixteen. She had long fair hair and was tall for her age. She wore a long beige dress.
"Oh, Thilda, you humans
The Trial of Kathy Tenka ch4"So you are saying that you acted on the information you had been given, information fed to you by the Republic Security Bureau?" asked Wendy Moo.
"Yes, I acted as any senior officer would have done in the same circumstances," replied Kathy Tenka.
The admiral had been called by her attorney to take the witness stand in her own trial.
"So having planned to seize control of the government, an objective you felt necessitated by circumstances, what would have been your course? Would you have remained in control of the Republic?" asked Moo.
"No, I would have called new elections at the first opportunity," said the admiral.
"No further questions, Your Honour," said Moo.
Marcus Chin, the prosecution attorney rose up to question the defendant.
"Overthrowing the government of the Republic seems an extreme course of action to me, but I will acknowledge that it might be necessary under certain circumstances," said Chin.
Tenka regarded him coolly. He was a typical civilian. Overweight and easy-goi
Letter to America2nd ---, 1935
To Heather, my dearest sister,
I hope this letter finds you well and living the life that you sought in America. I know that the life of an actress is at times a precarious one.
Your mother and I are presently in Rome, having been enjoying the scenery of Italy, both ancient and modern. You probably know that your mother lived in Rome in the time of the Caesars. She frequently tries to offer me anecdotes about the old days as we tour the ruins, but you know how poor her memory can be.
Yesterday we had tea with Mr. Benito Mussolini, the prime minister of Italy. He talked for a long time about how he was a great friend to England and the English. Your mother absolutely adores Mr. Mussolini and he can do no wrong in her eyes. She also admires Mr. Hitler, but she seems to prefer Mussolini. Personally I think both men are thugs and bullies, but I have always had a low opinion of warm politicians. They are all self-serving bounders. Even Dracula was no exception when he was warm
Test ResultsPolly looked at the test results. They were clear and undeniable. She was pregnant.
She suppressed a growl as the implications dawned upon her- months of discomfort, being unable to fit into her jeans and finally producing a thing which screamed and howled and required looking after. Taking time off work might not be so bad, on the other hand.
Maternity leave and pay was very generous these days, thanks to President Belinda Brushelm. Having a president who was a grandmother had made things easier for mothers, whatever one thought of her policies.
Just over a week ago, the staff at Hanover Institute had been giddy with excitement when Emily Coulson, aka Britannia, had announced her own pregnancy. That sort of enthusiasm about this unexpected development was the last thing she wanted to go through.
She was going to have to give the big news to her boyfriend, terminal goth Michael Nosferatu.
Polly and Michael were not quite living together, but these days, the Asylum's public relations of
DiplomacyPaula rang the doorbell.
Her friend Jane opened the door.
"I just came to drop over a copy of the new Sunday school rota," said Paula, handing a copy of the document to her friend. "You're not down for duty until September, just in case you were wondering."
"Oh, thanks, Paula. Why don't you come in and have a cup of tea?" offered Paula.
"Of course. Thanks, Jane," said Paula, stepping into the hallway.
"I do love that mirror," commented Paula. "It's so big."
"Thanks, I got it from this antique shop in Bath. Stephen hates it, but I really loved it."
Jane gestured toward the kitchen.
Suddenly, Jane's three children came bounding down the stairs. They were a nine-year old girl, an eight-year old boy and a six year old girl.
"It's Paula from church," announced Jane.
The children looked at Paula.
"You have to take your shoes off," the older girl informed Paula.
"Shoes off!" agreed the two other children.
Jane made a slight giggle.
Paula looked at her host. Jane looked quite embarrassed.
Vampires at the TheatreNew York, 1930
A young actor and an older actor entered the stage.
"Come to me, Arthur," came a female voice from offstage.
The two men looked fearful.
A young actress with long raven black hair entered the stage. She was wearing a white gown and barefoot. She moved with a ethereal grace.
"It is my beloved Lucy!" wailed the young actor.
"Come to me, my Arthur, my love!" said the actress seductively.
The older actor touched the shoulder of the young man.
"She is no longer your beloved Lucy," said the old man sternly, in a foreign accent. It might have been Dutch, or it might have been German or Swedish. "She has become nosferatu, a creature of ze night!"
"Lucy!" wailed the young man, trying to move toward the young woman.
"Join me, Arthur. Join me! Let us be together in darkness! Let us never be apart until the end of time!" said the woman.
"Lucy!" wailed the young man once again.
"Do not believe her lies! She is a slave of Dracula!" roared the old man.
The young woman snarled, r
Rise of a Brownie Dragon Queen ch10The Elven King was sat in his council chambers. With him were the most senior his highborn lords and ladies.
At the King's side was Venatriel, his only daughter. Seated next to her was her faithful Brownie bodyguard and companion, Lady Melkanen.
"Our spies report that the child is healthy," said an elf in a grey robe. "They also report that King Heinrich has left his kingdom to visit the Flower Islands. He has been involved in a long-standing dispute with the Kingdom of Nalbia over the Islands' independence.
The birth of a son to King Heinrich and his Brownie queen Trasifen was of concern to the lords of Elvendom. Such a child would be a heir to a kingdom of men as well as an important Brownie principality. The prospect of a united Brownie kingdom was dawning.
"Sire, there is the possibility of preventing the child growing," offered an elf in a black robe.
"You would advise me to end the life of an innocent child, Lord Sorperon?" asked the Elven King.
"Sometimes a king must act in the
To Be A Weapon (Loki X Reader) ~ PrologueTo Be A Weapon (Loki X Reader)
In the dead space between dimensions, the warlord, Thanos, stood silent, staring off into the void, caught up in his thoughts.
“Master Thanos…” Using his super speed, The Other approached his master from behind.
“What brings you to disturb my thoughts? Shall I assume it is of great importance…” He said, without turning to face The Other.
“My lord, we have discovered a being with powers that are nearly equal to that of the Tesseract. She can control all of nature, including the weather, plant life… The light… The darkness… As well as all the elements…”
His patience disintegrating, Thanos sharply turned to face The Other. “And your point is?”
“My lord… I believe if she fights for our cause… With her powers… We will take what is rightfully ours…”
With his eyes narrowing, Thanos spoke. “Did you not believe the same
Modern AU! Levi X Reader |Deception| Chp 2
Requiem for a Jedi
The conversation replayed in her head hundreds of times. Each line echoed in her montrals as if they were spoken from all around her. 'This is something I need to do on my own; without the Council and without you.'
'I trusted you! I stood by you!'
Ahsoka Tano never doubted that she did the right thing by walking away from the Jedi Order, but she couldn't stop thinking about everything she was leaving behind. She walked for hours contemplating every detail. It wasn't before too long that she realized how much of an impulsive decision she had made. Yes, she did the right thing, but she did so with no plans for the future. She didn't even know where to sleep. All she had was a few credits in the pouch on her belt. She had enough to probably get a cheap room for the night, but then what?
She had to trust in the Force to guide her. Ahsoka knew this journey wouldn't be an easy one. Before turning down one of the many crowded city walkways of Coruscant, Ahsoka turned to take
Doll btt x reader part 9The dark room of felianciano is quiet like always with the exception of the fast and rhythmic tapping of his masters fingertips on the chair that faces the window.
"Hey idioto want-a know who I-a sense?"
"............" Feli stayed quiet knowing that the subject of "the traitor" was a sensitive one and he would usually get punished for even speaking about him but there is one thing he needed to ask
"What-a are you-a going to-a do"
"Scheiße" I would of said something to but my attention was glued to (y/n) friend who was wide eyed and had her mouth hanging open and it stayed that way as we all fell into a awkward silence
"Are yo-you going to burn us at the stake?" (they aren't very caught up with the time period)
Of course that dimwit Antonio had to ask a
(Invader Zim) Qwiz pt. 14Like any other kid, Dib never got excited getting up early just to go to Skool for five days a week, but when he woke up today he was more than ready to step into his day clothes and to get packed. He made sure all his homework was done and ate two pieces of toast for breakfast, all the while humming a joyous yet tuneless tune. It annoyed his sister and she smacked a spoonful of cold, hard butter at his face. It bothered him none—he was very happy this cloudy morning.
Class started as it usually did. All the Skoolchildren packed into Ms. Bitters' classroom, chattering and throwing paper airplanes while they all waited for the teacher to make it to class before the tardy bell rang and the day would officially begin for all of them. When Dib came in, everyone was there except for Qwiz; her seat was still empty. He thought nothing of it. She was probably a bus rider, and bus riders usually didn't get there till five minutes before the bell would ring.
Dib set his stuff down and took
A new addition [pt.11 - ending]“ACHOO!!”
“G-g-g-gezundheit… oh, oh my… ACHOO!!”
“You two feeling any better?”
Rabbit and Hatchworth glowered at an obnoxiously happy Spine carrying Junior in one arm and a pot of vitamin soup in his other as he walked into the room. A little revenge. Served piping hot.
Rabbit sniffed hard as a long gloopy strand of oil dangled from her oxidised nose, “Sh-sh-shaddup.”
The Spine held back a haughty laugh and set the pot down at their feet before tucking the blankets back around his snotty siblings.
“You were warned that this would happen…”
“M-m-m-meh,” Rabbit huffed, puffing a small cloud of steam and pulled the blanket up over her ears as she pinned them back with a scowl.
“W-w-w-well it-it w-was that or-or we wouldn’t g-g-g-get J-Junior b-back,” Hatchworth shuddered.
“That is true. And I really can’t thank you guys enough… honestly.”
“You were r
(Invader Zim) Qwiz pt. 13Hands folded over her belly and eyes fixed on the circulating fan over her head, Qwiz laid on her bed in the cool blackness of her bedroom. The curtains of her barred windows were closed, just how her mother always nagged for them to be. The lights in her room were off and she was enveloped in the very darkness that bestowed her tranquility and peace of mind.
Day after day, her room was where Qwiz spent a majority of her time, on her bed, in the same exact position. Every day she'd come home from school and immediately hole up in this area of security. All she would do was stare at the ceiling and listen to the sound of outdoor activity just beyond the walls, all while settled within the darkness around her. Yes, it did get quite boring. However, Qwiz had the feeling that she wouldn't be a threat to anything or anyone if she closed up in here without budging a centimeter. This was her choice, no one else's.
Confusion concerning Dib's sincerity weighed her mind down. Qwiz didn't
Konoha Chaos Chapter 20Konoha Chaos
The position of Hokage is thought to be the paramount position in the Leaf Village, one that Naruto Uzumaki has aimed for more or less all his life. Some people think that to be a Kage you need to be ridiculously strong. This is true, but it is only one part of the package, you need a fair bit of political savvy to cope with all the meetings, a lot of patience to deal with the idiots that come to you with the most trivial of complaints and finally, a large amount of stamina to cope with the bane of any Kage; paperwork.
Tsunade was currently reaching the end of her own stamina whilst dealing with a large load of paperwork that seemed to her to be steadily growing taller each time she looked at it. It didn’t help that Tsunade didn’t really put a lot of effort into completing the paperwork, thus making it last longer than it would have done had she put in some real effort. After looking at the pile that had seemed to grow
Saban's Big Cute Insectborgs episode 5 final pt 4(Back with Gyro and Larry...)
The tire wheel: (zip to the left and Gyro turns left)
Gyro: This is one fast wheel.
Larry: (as he turn left fast, she is seen hanging onto the right motorcycle handle) Whoa!
(When he drove straight, she land back onto her driver seat)
Gyro: Note to self, install seatbelts.
(The seatbelts automatically fastened on her)
Larry: Thanks, Gyro. You're the best.
Gyro: Don't mention it.
(Then, the tire wheel is on the bridge)
Gyro: I have to follow it.
(Then, Gyro drove on the wall and went under the bridge so both he and Larry were upside down)
Larry: Whoa! Talking about dizziness!
Gyro: I don't even know how I'm gripping.
(Then, they made it to the train that ran on the tracks until the tire wheel hop over it instead of crashing through it)
Gyro: OH, COME ON!
(Then, he hop over the train too and both he with Larry and the tire wheel are headed into the lake)
Gyro: Hopefully, it stops there.
(Then, they all splashed into the lake)
(In the lake, the
Crimes Against Sentients ch4"Bail is denied," declared the judge, a dark skinned male human. "I do not believe Mrs. Vittbug poses any risk to the public, but with her wealth there is a strong risk that she could leave Coruscant and return to Imperial space."
Lippi Vittbug showed no expression. Like so many defendants, the sheer experience of the judicial process had induced in her a state of shocked numbness. The former Imperial interrogator was still wearing the red dress that she had worn at her arrest. Her dangly earrings were conspicuously absent, however.
Vislor shook with rage. The defense attorney had warned him that bail would be denied, but this had done nothing to dampen his sense of anger. What particularly disgusted him was the thought that his wife might have been freed had he been a bit less wealthy. This smacked of the grossest discrimination against the wealthy.
"This is an outrage!" he shouted from the gallery. The banker simply could not help himself.
The judge turned to Vislor.
"Mr Vittbug, you
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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