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Huge Collab part 14! Vlogbrothers centred"Hank" John whispered, fighting back a few tears, "Hank, if you don't obey the government rules, then The Higher Ones will send us back to America to be killed. They'll kill Henry! My Henry! He's only Seven, he doesn't know what's going on. Sarah can't help him, she's gone into hiding. She really is a yeti." The dull eyes sparkled slightly, from the tears that were now falling. He dropped the gun. Alex ran and grabbed the gun, "We don't want you near this thing!" he screamed "It's messing with you!" All John could do was smile, "The longer I have that....that Thing away from me, the easier it will be to resist the plate." And then he pulled the turtle neck from his uniform down. A curved, metal plate was attached to his neck, and was starting to steam up. It was most likely malfunctioning, "This takes all your thoughts of happiness and laughter, and turns it into bitterness and despair." It then shocked him, and he fell from the pain..
'Katherine' looked up, and began to cough, but the
Who Created Me?Who created me.
If you were to ask me this in a normal, everyday conversation, then you would most likely hear 'My Mum and Dad'. This isn't a normal, everyday conversation. This is a task, set to drive us up the wall, trying to find an insightful way to answer this. so, here is my answer on who created me.
While my parents may have created me, my grandparents created them, who created me. My great grandparents created my grandparents, who created my parents, who then created me. my great great grandparents created my great grandparents, who created my grandparents, who created my parents, who then created me. This just goes on and on, so I find no point in continuing.
This list isn't just there to fill up the page, as it serves a purpose. If you want to ask me on who created me, then that's the answer. Without all those grandparents, there would be no me. If one of those grandparents had not meet, or decided to have a kid, there would be no child to have continued the line up towards m
Prologue for a novelPrologue
This story begins with a group of people. Now, these people were very strange, as they hated difference, freedom of speech and abnormality. They believed that equality meant that everyone looked similar, acted the same and followed the same laws. They believed this would bring peace to the world; hope for a new generation of peace keepers. They were called Jubilation. They abolished people who spoke their mind, people who wore crazy clothes, homosexual people, hipsters, geeks, chavs, emos, preepy people and just about anything else you can imagine. They thought this would 'cure' the world, as they thought the world was 'contaminated' and all the different people were 'unspeakables'. They gave those people two chances, a chance to change them selves, and a chance if they rebelled afterwards. If they wasted those two chances, then they could be killed in public; unless they agreed to take a final meal prepared by the executers, which was laced with an array of different drugs th
Prussia's conversation with cleverbot.User: KESESESESESE! THE AWESOME ME IS HERE TO MAKE YOU NEARLY AS AWESOME AS ME!
Cleverbot: What is your name then?
User: Only the most awesome name ever, Prussia!
Cleverbot: TiP darB?
User: I may be a blogger, but I do not know what that unawesome word means.
Cleverbot: Are you a liar or just wrong?
User: No.....I AM AWESOME!
Cleverbot: Yes, but chocolate milk is MORE awesome.
User: No...........I AM MORE AWESOME! Then It's Gilbird, then Pancakes, then Birdie, then Maple Syrup and then Me again.
Cleverbot: I seem to have lost intelligence.
User: And that relates to awesome how?
Cleverbot: It doesn't.
User: You are so UN-awesome. It's affecting me.
Cleverbot: Age does not matter, especially as your girlfriend is 4 years older than me, so how can I be too old hah.
User: I...don't have a girlfriend. The awesome me only needs Gilbird.......AND Birdie.
Cleverbot: What if the seeker is also the one with the answer?
User: What The.........
Cleverbot: Are you confused?
User: Yes, the awesome m
Canada's conversation with cleverbot.User: Umm....um...hello?
Cleverbot: Yes, hello.
User: Oh, you can hear me?
Cleverbot: In a way.
User: Who are you?...wow feels wierd asking that question instead of being asked.
Cleverbot: I answered the question.
User: I'm Canada.
Cleverbot: How is that even possible?
User: Well, I'm the human personifacation of Canada.
Cleverbot: How can you be sure?
User: Because I have been here longer than you. And I was alive for the boston tea party and both the world wars.
Cleverbot: I want to help you. tell me how I can rescue you.
User: Umm....uh....by proving that you know my name.
Cleverbot: What is your name?
User: I...I'm....I'm Canada.............
Cleverbot: Space is big.
User: Yes.....Who am I?
Cleverbot: I dunno.
User: See, your just like everyone else.
Cleverbot: I am just like everyone else.
User: Yes....you don't know who I am. I am the 2nd biggest country in the world...
Cleverbot: I thought you had a boyfriend and are the tallest man in the world?
User: No, I think thats Russia...
Daddy's Medicine.Daddy's medicine
Whenever I felt sick
Or I couldn't get to sleep
Daddy would bring me
A very special treat
He'd put the malt jar down
And get a teaspoon out
He'd then say 'open wide
And don't give me that pout'
I'd bite down on the spoon
And refuse to let go
I'd make him give me more
Because I loved it so
So now it is my remedy
For whenever I feel
Far from my childhood
It's the only memory I'll steal
Are Video Games Sexist?
If only all people calling themselves "feminists" were this honest or even did a fraction of the research
into topics as Christina does...
Though, personally I think she just calls herself a feminist to piss off the "real" man-hating feminists.
The White FeatherThey gave me a white feather.
It haunts me.
Looking through the tired wooden frame of my window, I see the tanned streets of the outback roaring ‘war, war, war’. I spot a tall man walking proudly in his military uniform, girlfriend’s hand in his. Posters are ubiquitous, slogans against the enemy and the phrase, ‘Enlist now!’ glaring down at every turn.
I step back, sigh, and draw the musty curtains together at the window. Suddenly, the room gets darker. Looking around, I see the Bible sitting on the cupboard, emitting a warm aura that makes me feel at once both nostalgic and guilty. Its worn, crinkled pages remind me of the kind wrinkles my grandfather once had on his face. I go and pick it up, carefully handling it, and flip to a bookmarked page.
‘Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you.’
The highlighted words seem to float out of the page, slowly seeping into my heart
Land of GiantsThe sun in setting. A small crocodile swims at the surface. Suddenly, a long snout plucks of and throws it away. Underwater, a scute floats down. Then, two webbed feet paddle by.
Morocco, 97 million years ago. The climate is slightly cooler than it will be in the future, allowing for rivers and forests to grow. It is a wet area, highly seasonal. It is home to the most specialized animals on Earth. The plants here are varied. Mangrove swamps grow near the opening of the Tethys, and many rivers drain out into it from inland. This world is one, ruled, by giants. A massive herd of Paralititan are heading towards the wide rivers. At 26 metres long and 62 tonnes, it is the second largest dinosaur of all time. They begin to drink at the river. Small crocodiles are present, basking in the sun, but they are too small to be a threat. Paralititan feed mainly on the tops of trees. They belong to the titanosaurs, a group of enormous dinosaurs, which include the largest of all time. They also have b
Larmes' diaryEntry 1
Today I got to go outside again, Auntie Iris took me to earth to run around. The air there always smells kinda funny, nothing like home at all, but I still kinda like it.
I wish I could live there, and take Mama with me, maybe Fovea and Iris could live with us.
There's always an idea life I have in my head, Mama and me by a fire place asleep, her smiling, us together, I really wish she'd smile more, I've never seen her do it before.
I sometimes ask my aunts why Mama never smiles, they don't answer, just smile and pet me. I really like my Aunts, they are so much nicer than Moma, but thats okay, she's just going through rough times. We'll be happy someday
Time of the TitansNighttime. The forest is quiet. A gigantic female Diplodocus is laying her eggs into a half metre trench with an ovipositor. She will lay up to a hundred eggs. She then buries them, and returns onto the open fern prairies with her herd. Some sleeping, others feeding. She finds a nice place to lay down and relax.
Three months later. The forest is quiet. It is dawn, but light has barely filtered down here. In fact, the silver lights seeping down are the lights reflected from the moon. The eggs are ready to hatch. The ground moves. A baby Diplodocus head pops out. It is a sauropodlet, only 2 kilograms. It emerges out of the ground to rest. Its siblings begin to pop out. But in this resting state it is very vulnerable. A predator lunges and grabs the sauropodelt by the neck, killing it. The attacker is an Ornitholestes, a North American compsognathid. He walks off to feed on his catch. Others are sprouting up. They are born with thick feathers. After resting, they begin to waddle into deep
Chance of Heart-(HiddlesWorth One Shot) Chance of Heart
A HiddlesWorth One Shot
"So thus where my son's love went..." Mr.Hiddleston stated, leaning his chin to gently rest on the back of his hand. His weary old eyes focusing on the man before him, clad in his soldier uniform. His long blond hair pulled back into a pony tail and his blue eyes returning Mr.Hiddleston's stare.
He parted his lips to speak "Yes sir" His voice thin but his accent thick as he spoke, little to Mr.Hiddleston's knowing, the man as confident as he looked was deathly nervous.
He had interrupted and thereby ruined the marriage and wedding of Mr.Thomas William Hiddleston and Ms. Elizabeth Regina Bennett. But he could not help himself, ever since he saw Thomas whilst marching among his fellow soldiers, his heart swooned and longed to call the man his.
To be his betrothed, his love. Not that woman...Not Elizabeth Regina Be
Seraphinas hatchingAlicia breathe in the fresh air before she continued her work on her fathers’, no, now Christophers’ dragon. Her father had retired two years ago but frequently visited Christopher and her whenever he could to see how they were doing and how his previous dragon was holding up. It was a hard decision to leave his dragon to his son and the dragon needed time to adapt too. Thankfully it helped that he was passed on to a family member of his previous captain and that he would visit him still.
At first, it was a bit weird for Alicia to be a subordinate to her brother instead of her father but she too soon adapted. Besides, she had a bright future ahead. Her soon to hatch Longwing would change it all. She couldn’t wait!
‘Alicia! The Admiral is looking for you! He said it was urgent!’ Christopher called out to Alicia, shaking her out of her daydream.
‘What? Why, what’s happening?’ She answered.
‘I don’t know, but you should go, now
Chapter One: What being born again means.Jesus said "...except a man be born again he cannot see the kingdom of God." (CP Jn 3:1-7). Being born again expresses the change wrought in the life of a repentant sinner by the Holy Spirit after being converted to Christ. It means the sinner has died unto sin and has been born anew unto righteousness. How this happens is that when the gospel is preached the Holy Spirit works through the word exposing sin to awaken in the hearts of those open to receiving the gospel, a consciousness of guilt and the need for forgiveness. This leads them to repentance and to acknowledge their need of a saviour (CP 2 Cor 7:9-10). Repentance is that divinely wrought conviction of sin in the heart that the soul is guilty before God, and a resolute turning away from sin. It involves both a change of mind about sin and a change of heart-attitude toward sin. It is at the time a renunciation of sin and an acceptance of the Holy Spirit's enabling power for holy living. Repentance is both God's gift, and man's
The Second Active FarmhouseAfter moving out of the last haunted house, they found a new one not far away. Another farm house. They did see another one, but turned it down, much to the relief of my mother who as it was being considered, had a dream about a man being murdered behind the house with a pickaxe.
The new house though seemed pretty normal for a while. But of course, things began happening that the family found all too farmiliar. The center of the activity seemed to be the second floor. When I was little, I actually visited my grandfather in that house, and every time I crossed the threashold to the second floor,
I always felt horrible. like I was walking into something bad. My grandparents didn't experience much, mostly because they slept downstairs. But all the kids slept upstairs, and were constantly harassed by the activity. They would hear people talking outside ther dorrs at night, along with peopl running back and forth.
They would be sleeping, and hear someone bang on their doors. Most were too f
Just a short sherlock ficLoud, rhythmic music was vibrating the room, and two men, one tall with brown, untameable hair, and one short with a blonde army haircut stood in a corner. The taller of the two looked cosiderably drunk, and the shorter man appeared to be wrestling a half filled pint of beer away form him. He then shouted, "Sherlock…..Sherlock no! You've already had enough to drink! Eh…hrm…give…me..That." He managed to wrestle the glass away and put it on a ledge, the taller man, identified as Sherlock, now looking slightly agitated, "But John!" He shouted, his voice beginning to slur, "I need that drink! It's mere existence is pumping life into my poor soul." John was not pleased, "It's not breathing life into you, it's making you drunk. Sooner or later, you'll end up injured because of your drinking habits, and I won't be there to help you…" He trailed off, noticing that Sherlock had stopped paying attention to him, but rather to the music. He began to laugh.
Sherlock was becoming absorbed by a song
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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