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MiMi sighed as she tapped her pencil on the table. Why did math have to be so boring? It was so pointless and there was so many numbers, it got confusing. She glanced at the clock; it was even too early to go to bed! Groaning, she leaned back in her chair. If only she had something interesting to do besides silly homework. She was thinking of an old story her Grandmama once told her.

"A long time ago, there was a kindly old witch who loved to make sweets for all the little boys and girls. So she made a place that all the children could go to if they were got scared, sad or even bored. It was a magical place with cocoa wat

C'mon. Reader x Jean Kirschstein

The iron stench of blood clouded the air and stuck to her skin, steam billowed from fallen Titan corpses and horrified screams of her comrades rung in her ears. She hid behind a stout-sided chimney, legs pulled up against her chest and her palms pressed to her ears to block out the shrieks of the dying and devoured.

Why did she want to do this? Why did she sign up to join this hopeless crusade? Did she think that she would even make the slightest difference in the fight against the Titans? Humanity has never won against them before, so why would her efforts improve their struggle?

It was all pointless, worthless; there was no point.

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WCRB Extras 01: Kingdom of Prussia

WCRB Extras: A 1983 Doomsday Record through the Nation's Eyes.

File 01 -- Königreich Preußen/Kingdom of Prussia - Gilbert Beilschmidt

"Somewhere in the middle of Europe lives a kingdom that, if not for its people’s persistence and a stroke of luck, shouldn’t exist. From Berlin, they’ve made for themselves a beacon for the German Wastes. But their heritage goes back a long time, from the tribes of Vati Germania to the kings of House Hohenzollern and a unified country made possible by Prussian glory. Sure, while it was tainted by the humiliating defeat of the Great War and a dictator’s screwed up ramblings of a Thousa

WCRB Extras 04: Alpine Confederation-Austria

WCRB Extras: A 1983 Doomsday Record through the Nation's Eyes.

File 04 -- Alpine Confederation-Republik Österreich/Republic of Austria - Roderich Edelstein

"‘Bella gerant alii, tu felix Austria nube.’ Those were the words House Habsburg associated with the realm they ruled for over 640 years. Through hardships and glories, their Empire triumphed as a bastion of order and enlightenment along the River Danube. That was until the War to End All Wars brought their reign to an ignoble end, the last Emperor forced to leave a crumbling throne. Within a few years, we and our Hungarian equals lost much of their old power. And while Repub

WCRB Extras 02: Alpine Confederation-Switzerland

WCRB Extras: A 1983 Doomsday Record through the Nation's Eyes.

File 02 -- Alpine Confederation-Suisse/Schweiz/Svizzera /Switzerland - Vash Zwingli

"The Alps have been home to the Schweizer Cantons for many generations. It’s protected their ancestors as much as it challenged them. In time these mountains helped give meaning to their way of life and the lengths taken to protect it. Thus of the three core members of the Alpine Confederation, the original Confoederatio Helvetica has the best claim for that name. I should know, as it’s my obligation and right as one born to embody them.

Back in the Cold War, our neutrality meant th

WCRB Extras 03: Alpine Confederation-Liechtenstein

WCRB Extras: A 1983 Doomsday Record through the Nation's Eyes.

File 03 -- Alpine Confederation-Fürstentum Liechtenstein/Principality of Liechtenstein - Lili Vogel

"House Liechtenstein trace their descent from the courts of the Holy Roman Empire, the first of their name emerging in the 12th Century. Though the family’s heritage makes it among the oldest noble houses left, it was only in the year 1719, after generations of supporting the Austrian Habsburgs that the Principality they and their successors rule was formally recognized by the Emperor, making their realm the youngest of the Alpine Confederation’s founders. From their c

Breast Expansion I have a special talent. I can control the size of my breasts. Some people think it's magic, but I see it as a gift, just like perfect pitch, synesthesia, or crazy math skills. A couple of my friends have asked me about it, so I've told them, but I don't usually tell people about it. I'm pretty quiet, and it's kind of an awkward thing to bring up.

I first discovered my talent when I was twelve. There was a boy in my class I had a huge crush on, and I noticed whenever we talked, by boobs seemed a little bigger than usual. I went home, and discovered my talent. With time and practice, I slowly got better at it. I can get a virtually

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Alien/Martian
Banshee
Basilisk
Big Spider
Bigfoot/Yeti/Yowie
Black Knight
Black Lagoon Creature
Blob/Slime
Boogeyman/Bogart
Carnivorous Plant
Centaur
Cerberus
Chimera
Cockatrice
Creepypasta Monster
Cyber Virus
Cyclops
Deep One
Devil/Demon
Doll
Doppelganger/Changeling
Dragon
El Chupacabra
Evil Book
Evil Clown
Fairy
Flyman
Franken-Monster
Gargoyle
Genie/Djinn
Ghost/Poltergheist
Ghoul
Giant/Giantess
Gingerbread Man
Gnome
Goblin
Golem
Gorgon/Medusa
Gremlin
Grendel
Grendel's Mother
Griffin
Grim Reaper/Death
Harpy
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Haunted House
Headless Man/Woman
Hellhound
Hockey Mask Maniac
Hunchback/Igor
Hydra
Imp
Invisible M

Mink: ConstantinopleI have tasted death, and it tastes of brine.
The ship bucked and another wave leapt up the side, lapping at the wooden railing. The smell of salt filled the air and sat on my tongue and I wished I had found a way to travel that didn’t taste like blood.

Sabeen appeared beside me, latching onto the rail and hanging her head over the side. Her scarf had blown back, tendrils of her dark hair escaped the knot on her head and waved to the receding shoreline.
‘I forgot you grew up on boats,’ she said with a faint laugh, still clutching the rail with white knuckled hands.
‘One boat,’ I corrected. Felicity had been my f

Mink: LondonFaces were curious things. I stared at mine in the looking glass and it occurred to me how different my fate may have been had I been born with a different face.
My face. I took another lock of thick, dark hair and twisted it up, pinning it in place with the rest. My face had made our vessel a flagship among merchant sailors. My face had convinced many a traveller to purchase my father’s wares. My face had earned him a small fortune when Yusuf had offered to pay almost anything for it.

When first I had learned that I could change, that I could reform my bones and my flesh and become anything, I had thought this gift was for one purpos

Morgane la bleue


     Tchoc !
     Tchoc !
     Le bruit régulier de la cognée sur le tronc du chêne pluricentenaire résonne dans la forêt dense et y répand son triste message par vagues successives. Chaque enfant de la forêt est traversé par la fatale vibration. Les arbrisseaux bruissent, les os des écureuils craquent, les dents du loup grincent.
     Tchoc !
     Tchoc !
     Le bûcheron frappe. Sa famille a faim, ses enfants réclament, sa femme se meurt. Sa misère le pousse, la rage de vivre lui donne l'énergie de s'attaquer à cet ancien symbole de la vigueur forestière. Il se souvient du temps où il venait ici avec son père, il y a tant d'an

The PlanCuriosity killed the cat. That was the popular phrase, wasn't it? Zee wondered if it was meant in a literal sense, of a figurative sense. She hadn't really been able to focus her mind on much else. It was distracting, and it was sending her thoughts reeling over themselves.

Perhaps Bo'Zane had just said it to get her this way. It certainly seemed like something he would do. She gave a soft scoff at the thought. Even if it -had- just been a statement to cloud her mind, she was still dwelling on it. And of course he hadn't offered any sort of hint in any direction.. He hadn't said anything about it, at all. He'd just glared at her and fled..

ICAROTrattengo il respiro per un momento, e mi lascio andare.
E' così forte il richiamo dell'aria, così forte e concreta la certezza di esserne in grado.
Allargo le mie braccia e fra quelle della brezza marina, prendo il volo.
Sparisce tutto, gli abiti, il peso, il rumore.
Nel buio della notte, con solo la luna come riferimento, plano pigramente sopra la costa.
Sullo sfondo di velluto, milioni di luci che indicano palazzi, case, vita, e che segnano la costa ligure, con una linea ben marcata e luminosa.
Mi allontano verso il mare, il volo è silenzioso, sento solo nelle orecchie il sussurrare del vento caldo di luglio, anche i grilli non si odono da

Digi-Tales 27. The meeting and the questionDigi stood on the wall by the edge of the cliff. He had returned to his little hide away located in the sonic the fighters game. The moon was just rising on the horizon and a small gust blew through the cherry blossom trees. Digi stood trying to balance himself, The stone wall was old and uneven! He finally got his balance and looked to the moon. He smiled. He was happy he was part of a family and wasn`t born to be forever alone! He had just used that information as a decoy to get here. He took a few minutes just to stare at the silver moon shining in the starry sky. His breath turned to steam as it condensated in the cold. The time was round

A Siren No MorePerched on a rock, the girl was caught between two worlds. She would be the beautiful sea maiden, riding with the dolphins, or she would be the huntress, running with the cheetahs.

Clouds gathered at her feet and blocked the sun. Animals from both land and sea had gathered at the shore to coax her.

She couldn’t choose.

The dolphin chirped.

The cheetah purred.

Both were enticing. Both had their advantages. She closed her eyes and fell into the sea. Creatures in the water surrounded her and carried her to land.

They all tried to help her, land animal and sea creature alike, but she would not breathe. At the moment she had wished des

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In the time before technology things worked rather differently. With no alarm clocks there were no disrupted sleep patterns, people slept when they needed to when their bodies told them to slow down and stop.
With no computers communication was spread on foot and by leaving messages on walls in the form of crude comics. Oh they didn't need phones either, all friends and families of the tribe were nomadic and travelled together.
Before technology people cooked their food on campfires or ate it raw after the hunter/gatherers had finished collecting their meals for the day. Shelter to raise children and to survive dangerous nights was found anywhere a "roof" was, such as a cave or a makeshift shelter out of natural resources.
People had to defend themselves with whatever they could find for weaponry or armoury. Fires burned at night to fend off predators.
Without technology people did not understand diseases or how to prevent them… nor could they treat a lot of illnesses. Oh, there were natural solutions, but death was never far away.
Before technology life was dangerous… but at the same time life was the way humanity was meant to be. Not savage as most stories portray, nor stupid either, but habits and survival were in tune with the animal kingdom. Who knows – life might have been happier back then.

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!darkelvenfaerie Jul 21, 2010

I can agree life was different before technology.
Probably simpler.
I know certain things you did not have to worry about.
I like your flash fiction based off the prompt.

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