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Thread: Farm life

The soldiers went about their buisness all day and into the night. It wasn't late into the night that a commotion had begun. soldiers were running everywhere and people were yelling. There was a single gunshot that rung out in the night. Soldiers had their weapons drawn and aimed at a boy who had snuck past security. He was a locla boy who had also been trying to woo the older daughter. Iliya had shot just past his head to make him stop running and hold still where he is. Toscha walked out of the house and looked at Iliya. What seems to be the problem Lt? Iliya looked at the boy then to Toscha. This boy here sir slipped past security but was spotted by patrol.
Thread: Farm life

Jayde sighed, laying in bed as she heard the commotion down stairs. She had no idea what was happening, and really didnt want to have anything to do with it right at this point of time. She wanted to just relax, and not interfere with the soldiers. Tehy would do their job, and she would do hers. Sam woke up, hearing the noise down stairs and frowned. She didnt know what was going on... but she was curious. She got out of bed quietly, running softly downstairs and out the front door. She could see soldiers all standing around, and she timidly walked up to the group, seeing that they were holding one of the local boys, Eric she frowned. Eric, what are you doing here? she asked, wrapping her arms around her chest, as she was cold which only emphasised her ample chest.
Thread: Farm life

Eric looked up. Sam! he then looked at the soldiers around him. Came to see if you were all right and safe and which I can see they've come. Toscha looked at Illiya and sighed. Lt put your side arm away. He then looked at Sam then to Eric. Eric is it. You know my men could of shot and killed you for trying to sneak past security, Let alone still they can shoot you if I give the word. The soldiers watched, some for safety reason holding Sam back abit while others held their rifles watching Eric. Eric just spit on the ground looking at Toscha. Go dance with the angels. It was a saying that had spread around the people who were resisting the Estovokian occupation. iliya looked over to Toscha and slid his pistol into its holster. Sir what should we do with him?
Thread: Farm life

Sam looked at Eric, glaring as he protested that he was coming to see if she was alright... The nerve! ofcourse Im fine she bit out, her teeth clenched. She didnt need protecting from a simple town boy. Not that he could protect her anyway, he didnt stand a chance. These soldiers have not hurt me. You are closer to pissing me off than them she said, glaring. She didnt want him to die... but he was seriously beginning to bug her.
Thread: Farm life

Eric looked at Sam then down then over to Toscha and Iliya before yelling at them which elicited a quick slap from Toscha to shut him up. Toscha began to walk back inside of the house. Wake me up for this junk, gah. Iliya, I leave judgment and punishment in your hands. Carry on. Iliya nodded and watched as Toscha leave before pulling out his pistol and looking at his soldiers. Stand the boy up, bring him to the front yard and make him dig. 6 ft down by 3 ft wide by 6 ft length. Once dug I want him shot for sneaking onto a military post and for resisting detainment by natural soldiers. He then looked at Sam and walked past her saying something to his soldiers in another language. They grabbed Sam and hauled her along with Eric before making her kneel to watch Sam dig his own grave.
Thread: Farm life

Sam gasped, feeling herself being pulled along by the soldiers. She knew what Eric was being made to do. Dig his own grave. And when Iliya confirmed it, she couldnt help the whimper that left her mouth, struggling to hide her face. She did not want to see this... she started to panic and cry, turning to face Iliya. Please, dont make me watch this she pleaded, closing her eyes and shaking, all the while whimpering. Please...
Thread: Farm life

Iliya looked at Sam then to Eric before looking back at her and standing still. You don't do you? Hmm well then knwo and learn this. You belong to me, to do with as I see fit. you will no resist, You will not hesitate. You will do as I tell you when I tell you Is that clear? He looked over at Eric as he dug under the watchful eye of his soldiers while others were keeping up their assigned task of Patroling the property and making sure another inncident didn't happen knowing that Toscha will be upset with them in the morning at out of the two they would rather face Iliya then Toscha.
Thread: Farm life

Sam whimpered, looking at Iliya, anything not to look at Eric digging his own grave. Anything, and she would be happy. She nodded, closing her eyes as the tears leaked down again, almost hysterical and shaking in fear. She didnt want to see death... no she didnt. Yes, okay she whimpered, falling to her knees and covered her eyes. Please just dont make me stay here she said, her voice a hushed and broken whisper
Thread: Farm life

Iliya looked down at Sam and ran a hand through her silky blond hair. Fine then i'll take and if you wait on my bed in that dress for me then we should be fine. He then walked away and spoke with another soldier. The soldier nodded and walked over to Sam and pulled her up before escorting her back inside of the house and out so that she could get dressed for Iliya. Eric kept digging the grave and never saw the soldier slip down behind him and pull out his knife and stab Eric quickly and silently, cutting a main artery so he would bleed out and die quickly. The soldier then wiped his blade off and got up and began to fill in the grave. the outfit he wants her in, is the one from the picture
Thread: Farm life

Sam nodded, unable to keep the smile off of her face as he told her that she didnt have to watch. There was no way that she could have survived that... and she was glad that the soldier was atleast nice enough to make sure she didnt have to go through that. She walked quickly inside, heading to the room beside her mother and sisters where she kept her clothes, creeping in quietly as she changed into what had to be the best dress that she had, before slipping out and walking to where Iliya was to sleep, sitting on his bed and waited for him to get back
Thread: Farm life

Iliya walked back inside of the house to talk with Toscha about what happened before heading back to his room to deal with Sam. Back in the house Iliya made sure everything was set before he walked up to the room and walked in and shut the door. Watching Sam, Iliya licked his lips. Tell me how much you'll please your master and how badly you want your master to tie you. Tell him what you'll do and what you'll wear in hopes that your master will tie you up and have his way with you.
Thread: Farm life

Sam looked up, smiling weakly as she saw Iliya walk through the door and close it softly. She just sat on the bed, not wanting to move to him, yet she knew that eventually he would move to her so she didnt find it a problem. Thank you for tonight, Master she said softly, her voice thankful and dripping with generosity. I will do anything to please you she said, faltering slightly as he spoke of tying her up. Wait... tying? she asked, her face showing her confusion until she heard him talk of having his way with her and she gasped, closing her legs. You want to... with me? she asked, sceptical.
Thread: Farm life

Illiya noddedand looked at her and licked his lips. I want you kneeling, begging for your master to tie up his pet and have his way with his pet. That you are here only to serve your master and know only how to serve and please your master. Now tell me about the dress you have on and how you look and feel in it.,Then my pet tell me all the ways I can tie you in that outfit and all the ways I can fuck you while your tied. Do as you were told my pet and you may just get to have your master's hands all over you. Iliya wasn't going to play around he was going to keep telling her what to do and give orders until she realized and did as she was told.
Thread: The Living Chronicles

My first thought when I looked at myself in the mirror this morning was I need to bathe. A point true enough. Greasy hair stuck up in all directions and I didn't need someone else to tell me I smelled. I needed to shave too. Fresh new stubble had sprouted all over my chin and upper lip. It never grew where I wanted it to grow. But why? It was Christmas morning, I wasn't going anywhere. Why bathe? Why shave? Especially when there's no one to see you. No one to greet you in the morning, just you in your empty bed. Bathe. I never did anything like that over the holidays, and so far the holidays haven't cared, and as long as they don't, neither will I. Breakfast once again was cereal. Always cereal. When I die it'll probably cereal they'll serve at the hospital. I stayed in my jammies the rest of the morning, watched TV then surfed the web. Maybe should've gone out, now that I think about it, but all the stores and stuff were closed. Take a walk? Too cold. Call up some friends? They've got Christmas to spend with their own. If there's a rock bottom...I think I hit it.
Thread: The Living Chronicles

I managed to make myself move later that afternoon. The only movement throughout the house was me as I zombie-walked out of my room. It was erie, being the only one. It always is. Stepping outside was scarier. What one would believe is that on Christmas day, EVERYTHING is happy, joyful and loving. Outside was dead. The air was still, the birds were quiet and nothing stirred. Not even a mouse I had chickens in my backyard, they've been there for years, and when I saw them, usually they were running about, eating whatever they stepped on, whether it be grass, bugs or their own shit. I've never seen anything look so lifeless. They bunched in little groups with their necks tucked into their feathery bodies, unmoving. They looked like they had given up hope before anything had come. Seeing them dragged down my day further, I wanted to go back inside, curl up in bed and cry. Cry, fall asleep and not wake up. But what would that accomplish? I couldn't think of a valid reason, but I did know it'd make me feel a hell lot better than I was feeling right now. Instead, I walked back inside, took the shower I so badly needed, got dressed and drove the trash out in my car. It wouldn't count as much, but it did liven me up for a little bit longer. I hadn't head banged to the radio in a loooong time...
Thread: The Living Chronicles

A new day usually is something to look forward to. I woke up too early to my great dismay. I spent the next 3 or 4 hours staring at the ceiling. The electric heater in my room popped and crackled every few minutes and I tossed away any hope of going back to sleep again. My left forearm stung from last night. The blood had dried and crusted and when I switched on my lamp I could see where it had left little stains on my sheets. I don't do it for attention. I don't do it out of self-pity. What does one do when time has passed from their meal? They empty themselves, flush, wash their hands and move on. I've found that doing this is the same concept. Let it build up, the anger, the sadness, all the emotions that wear you down, pull them to you and let it grow. Then, when the time comes, take a shit. This is my shit. I wore a long sleeve shirt to bed so that I wouldn't have to wake up and that be the first thing I see. It was 600. I had to go to church in 2 hours. I got up and began to get dressed, pulling on the shirt I got for Christmas. It was nice, I liked the look, I liked the feel, and I allowed myself a smile when I unbuttoned the topmost button to show a little of my chest. My hair was a mess as usual, and no amount of combing put it into any recognizable order. I satisfied myself with catching almost all but some stray clumps that poked up like fence posts with no wire. It was a silent drive, quiet greetings, and an even quieter sermon. I didn't fully pay attention, stammered my way through the Pass Over prayer for the bread, signifying the body of Jesus Christ. I was a sham. A joke, living double lives. I didn't stay when the service was done, I nodded to all I passed, walked quickly into the cold sun, started my car and drove away. It was a silent drive, quiet goodbyes and an even quieter existence. God help me.
Thread: The Living Chronicles

Breakfast was cookie and a Coke. Better than cereal, I suppose, but I'm sure somewhere out there it's written that you'll have your eyes gouged out by demons if you drink Coke for breakfast. Unhealthy and the like. Well, I'm still standing, and still hungry because I only ate one cookie. Hooray for cookies. I got to thinking about her again. Generically it always hurts to think about her. Obviously it always hurts to think about her. You can't have a journal without a 'her'. And she hurts. Dad tried to bring her up, he always tried that, being the good father, inquiring about their son's life. I didn't want to talk about her. He asked again. I didn't want to talk about her. And he pressed, he pressed again and again and didn't let up, and it dove into conflict always because we can't see or talk to each other without it becoming some argument, and dammit, I DIDN'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT HER! Needless to say my day was ruined. My stomach rumbled forlornly with its lone cookie in its clutches, my mind wept with only the thought of her in its clutches and I stepped through my ruined day, with nothing but sorrow in my clutches. I stayed up until 2 last night, trying to finish one of the thickest books I've ever seen. I started at 1030. I finished at 215. I cried. It was a sad book, but it was a good book. I expected to wake up worn out, exhausted because I didn't get my full 8-9 hours, but I didn't. Suprise, suprise. I have to go to One Act practice in 2 hours. I need to stir fry in 2 minutes. Oh, Brave New World.
Thread: The Living Chronicles

The picture created with sadness. It dripped with sorrow and depression. Burn it. Burn it until there's nothing left but the heart. Keep the heart. We need it, he doesn't. The heat permeated everything including my skin. Sweat ran freely down my face and body, the Playstation controller gripped with lifeless fingers. Dead eyes and a slack jaw faced the screen. Heat waves morphed everything. Game over. Life has caught you. Life has ended you. No more hearts, run out of health packs, just watch and despair. Watch and die. take it and run 'cuz there's nothing left-nothing to save you-nothing to lift. scream until there's no air leftscreamuntilit'sgone. scream when the world collapses leaving you behind leaving youin thedarkness leaving you alone alone Alone and I are good friends. Really, really good friends.
Thread: The Living Chronicles

She was cute. I'll have no way of knowing what she thought about me. In retrospect, I might have asked for her number. The worst she could've said was no. Contacts? I asked as I paid for my food. She kind of smiled and said, No. I picked up my change, Well, you have lovely eyes. Thank you. She said, she seemed to appreciate it, a soft pleasant suprise covering her face. And that was it. I think it was for the best. You only live once. I didn't stay long, I ate quickly then left, leaving a tip on the table. It would get into someone's hands, as long as they got it, I suppose. The Church was holding a New Years Eve party thing, staying up until 12, the whole bit. When I got there, I mainly slept, feeling nauseated. When I awoke and left a little after 11, it didn't let up any, I figured if I just went to bed real quick and slept it would go away. I didn't feel like throwing up on New Years. I didn't. I fell a sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow where I dreamed unremembered dreams and woke the next morning with no hangover. Happy New Years.
Thread: The Living Chronicles

I must have no life. I spent last night watching Monty Python and the Holy Grail, synchronizing my lips perfectly with what everyone said. I now know perfectly the air speed velocity of an unladen swallow. Nii. School doesn't raise me up like it used to. Nowadays I try to get through the day without thinking. Everytime I start thinking, I get depressed. Bad thing? Probably, everyone needs to think, and I can't get through the day without mentally slouching because I started thinking of something. Stop that. It's starting to get on my nerves, why are you always like that? I never did answer her. She doesn't think like I do. She lives in a completely different world that I tread in. Bouncy. Preppy. Cheerleader. They're all the same. Except for the sluts. Haha, they're just heartless. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be the Cat I represent. What would it be like to appear and disappear at will? Smiling at no one in particular and living in your own mad world? Can't escape it. Visit either you like. They're both mad. Can't run. We're all mad here.
Thread: The Living Chronicles

It's very hard to write a play. Hard to put it down into words, words that flow and don't get stuck halfway. In my entire life I've only fully completed two short stories, one of which I have lost and wish never to retrieve because I disliked it so. The second one I consider my masterpiece, and for the life of me, I cannot find it either. I do not consider myself a good writer in any sense, no, but I do love to write, I've no idea what I would without it. Probably wouldn't write this play. It's hard enough. Lord knows it's hard, especially when you're required to stretch the truth. The truth does not like being stretched, oh no, the truth HATES being stretched, but we ignore its protests and stretch anyway. This play is going to be wrought with pain. Oh, the stretching it must endure. But, it's beautiful. The ending will captivate. Just thinking about it gets me excited. A study of sin and sexuality. My sin. My sexuality. The sins I committ for the sexuality I strive to find. It scares me because I'm no longer sure. I was able to look people in the eye and tell them. No falter, no second thoughts. No longer. Now, I say, and I stop and think, 'Really?' And I react to things I shouldn't react to, and I keep telling myself, its just my body, its just my body... But is it? I'm frightened.
Thread: The Living Chronicles

Quiet days. Still searching, I don't think I'll find her, but I'm still looking. She might not even be here, she might be over there where I haven't even come close to looking yet. It's all about patience, I suppose, patience, patience and more patience. I'm not very patient. I tend to jump right to things, my impulsive side usually getting me into deep trouble pretty quick. Just gotta roll with the punches. I wrote a poem that my friends said was the best work they've seen so far. I wrote a short story that my friends said was creepy. I'm going good, just need to keep straight, keep pumping and maybe something will cum. I mean, come. Something always cums with me, not a day passes that I don't. I disgust myself sometimes, but, hey, if you gotta, you gotta. At least I hope you gotta. I'll probably land myself in the hospital. What's he in here for? Whacked his dick off, Doctor. Come again? Yes, he did, and he didn't stop. Fetch a new one from the freezer, we've got plenty on supply. Keep it down to a minimum, son.
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Thread: MERRY CHRISTMAS

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Thread: Sins of the father [Uther/Arthur]

Watch your footwork.... The insufferable royal prat was no longer bedridden, that much was for sure. He was out in the sunshine, putting the knights through some rigorous training despite the fact that he had been knocking on death's door a mere two days ago. As the only heir to the throne of Camelot, Arthur was constantly pushing himself to the brink just to prove his worth and merit to his father, Uther, and the kingdom of Camelot itself. He lived and breathed the knight's code, was a model example of chivalry, and the most powerful knight in Camelot. Not now! Arthur snapped, fighting an urge to roll his eyes as the knight he had had been sparring with pulled a Merlin on him and stupidly stole a second or two to glance down at his feet when the prince had just warned him about his footwork mere seconds ago. The younger Pendragon swung his sword and in an instant, had the upper hand. He knocked the knight flat on his back and swung his sword out, stopping mere inches from the man's throat, a blow that would have been fatal if this were a real battle situation. Don't ever make such a mistake again. Arthur snapped, more than a little annoyed at such a simple blunder coming from one of his highly trained men. Merlin's stupidity must be rubbing off somehow. Still, he was gallant and gracious enough to extend a hand and assist the Knight to stand. He swiftly gestured for the next challenger to approach. It was early morning and the Prince was training his Knights, just as he did most days. The only difference being that he wasn't supposed to be out straining himself while he was still recovering. Truthfully he did look quite pale and pallid, but Arthur was nothing if not stubborn. One of the few traits he shared in common with his father. He didn't want to lie around in bed and risk his battle instincts getting rusty. He was actually doing quite well, tearing through the knights one by one, and surpassing them as he usually did. There was no outward change in his vigor and power, unless someone who knew the young prince's battle style and tactics well happened to be watching. The only problem was that Arthur had to pause in between battles to catch his breath and sometimes, knights who would not normally last more than thirty seconds in battle with him were lasting up to a minute. Arthur noticed that his vision was beginning to blur as he strained his still healing body to the very limit. Still, he worked through the pain and spells of dizziness. Nothing, short of death, could ever keep this lad down.
Thread: Merry Christmas from Muffin!~

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Thread: Merry Christmas from Muffin!~

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