26I hate the back and forth motions of my life. Yet, I guess it's meant to be that way. Every low is followed by one tiny moment, a flash of something beautiful. Hope is a strange and foreign concept. I do hope that one day I will have unwavering hope in life, and the hope that I won't need to hope at all. Mostly I wish for the strength to fight myself. It still sounds weird to me to say to my friend that i'm not OK. And it's even weirder not needing to lie when I am. There are so many wonderful and pure-hearted people, I wish I could meet them all and say thank you. So I am happy to tell you all, I won't fall down the same again. Next time I will reach for the railing in order to stand back up. As opposed to continue the fall down the stairs. So for those of you that can see. Thank You26 by ~alwasebeautiful39
Nazi-hunting Witch: Chapter 1Nazi-hunting Witch: Chapter 1 by ~SoriahJinx
X-men First Class fanfiction!
*Disclaimer: I own nothing of X-men(sadly). I only own a few characters and small plot lines varying from the film!*
Chapter One: Beginnings
The obsession of death becomes the new way of life. Seasons slowly change and snow began to dance from the grey veil, but this doesn't stop the Third Reich; it doesn't even shiver. Gaunt, inhuman shells worked under Demeter's seasonal sorrow. More and more arrive each day, taking the places of the numerous who have met their torturous demise.
Klaus Schmidt, the doctor ruling the camp with an iron fist, overlooked daily progress. One degenerate collapsing with exhaustion, an officer beating another inferior because he can, life was becoming dull the more the Herr Doktor observed as the year went by.
"If only I can exterminate them all..." Klaus Schmidt mumbled.
A young man, more like a boy, sat far from Schmidt. His tiny frame was engulfed by the red leather and his hands barely covered the literature in
typical. Outlined more Dude pages but I gotta wait to post them, going to see a friend in B-More, Maryland tomorrow. Then gotta help my dad with stuff, still Im keeping on top of posting multiple pages in a week. The truth is I do a lot of outside things and plus I have to get back to the thing I hate but must do..namely dating. To be blunt I need a woman..bad...typical. by *single-leg
Another distraction is this beautiful weather..the bluest skies with almost no clouds..cooler and dry..sunsets like a classical painting..