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Foi en feuFoi en feu
Un pas à la fois, sans peur ni crainte
Avançant avec confiance en sa sainte enceinte
L’homme chauve porte sur ses lèvres des prières
Les yeux clos, ne voyant pas le feu de bruyères.
Les flammes grimpent, grandissent, rugissent
Portant en leur sein mille démons qui mugissent
Mais l’homme chauve continue son chemin
Sans inquiétude-il ne connaît pas le Malin
Mains enlacés, psaumes et chants sur le cœur
Protégé par sa foi, sainte ardeur
En un dieu bon, friand de repentir
Dieu miséricordieux et ami des martyrs.
Et se lève dans la nuit noire d’insomnies
Rouge du feu, de sang de la calomnie
Une plainte hululant des tréfonds, méandres
De l’âme, la peine tandis que l’abbaye devient cendres
And still we dreamWar has spread in the world as the plague
Wiping clear humans, be they humble or mean
Pitting one against another, with alliances vague
And still, we dream.
There appears to be little to no hope
Children go barefoot and, hungry, are lean
Trust is nigh inexistent, tensions taught as a rope
And still, we dream.
Conflict has seeped into our minds and souls
Making every horror just another we have seen
And where our hearts once beat stands a hole
And still, we dream.
Once there was purity and innocence
Now looms hollow sobs and screams;
Treacheries and schemes that make no sense
And still, we dream.
Yes we dream, dream of a better place
Dream to see another day, another sunrise
Dream to forget about our doom, certain demise
Dream of far lands, wondrous war-free spaces.
The Transformation PolkaThe Transformation Polka
Two young women got out of a car and started walking toward a slightly run-down hotel. They were both dressed in jewel-toned knee-length dresses, and looked almost like sisters, especially with their long brown hair done up in identical up-dos.
“Seriously, Maria, what on earth possessed the student council to have prom here, of all places?” asked the slim one in the shimmering green dress.
“It was cheap, Ginny,” replied the slightly taller one in the wine-coloured dress. “We had to find an alternative to the gymnasium thanks to the repairs. Besides, there are other advantages to the location.”
“Other advantages...” Ginny looked around, and her eyes widened. “We’re right next to a freaking nudie bar, how is that an advantage?”
“It’s a topless bar,” Maria replied absently. “My uncle Leo works there, though he’s taking the night off t
A Little Help: Flannery TG (Trade)
Tyler was an avid Pokemon fan. He's favorite generation was easily the third generation. Recently, he had recently received a strange copy of Omega Ruby, the remake of the original 3rd generation game from a strange shop at the corner of town. Being the big fan he was, Tyler jumped at the chance to play the game a few months early. Tyler played through the game, many of the Pokemon he caught were grass type. He was set for a while, easily going through the game for the most part. However, Tyler hit a road bump upon arriving at Lavaridge Town, a gym battle there. In that part of the game, the gym leader trained fire type, most of his Pokemon weak to it. Tyler lost to the first trainer in the gym taking a motivational hit. He kept trying, until he realize he needed to train more. Tyler spent a good few hours leveling up his Pokemon so their weakness wouldn't have such a huge effect. For the most part, Tyler advanced in the gym much easier than before, he did lose a few battles,
What Dreams May Become 5 (Multiple TFs)As promised, the fifth installment of Corrie and Roman's adventures below is a compilation of TFs that you all requested. I received so many that I had to split it into two parts. I used as many suggestions as I could (that would make sense in the story). There were a few that I'm saving for future installments as well. So thanks to all who contributed, and, without further ado, the first part of Corrie's "Transform-a-thon"!
The day before college had finally arrived. I woke up before Roman, and grabbed a list that lay on my nighttable. “Things I'd like to be,” was scribbled on the top. I studied the paper, wondering which form to try first. After all these weeks with my new husband, one would think the excitement of his transforming me would have dulled by now. But in fact, it was quite the opposite. He had promised that the day before I started college, he would turn me into as many things as I wanted. I suspected this was partly to get it
TG caption this: A Magic Mirror?
"Bleak, what's your status?" The voice of mission control, aka my best friend Jet, resonates through my ears. It was hard to hear him over the sound of gunfire. Behind my helmet I gritted my teeth, the readouts weren't good.
"I'm out of ammo for all weapons but the 'GoLaser' and that only has enough charge for five shots. Currently surrounded by..." I chanced a look out from behind my cover, I was fired at almost immediately but I managed to get a rough idea of how many there were before ducking back. "...about 10 hostiles and the shield systems are at critical." I winced as the torn material of my suit tickled the fresh wound on my arm. "I don't know if I'm gonna make it out of this." My words might have sounded grim, but I was smiling, this was exhilarating.
"Right, you'll have to chance a finisher, convert remaining shield power to the GoLaser." I could tell he didn't like the plan, but it did seem like the only way
"Roger." Snapping the handle of the gun into a port on the buckle o
Bluebell's Perilous Picnic It was a truly beautiful evening. The moon was full and seemed to fill the entire sky, illuminating my forest home as brightly as the sun. It was beautifully warm without a breath of wind, bringing a serene peace to the inhabitants of the city of Daffoville. But the air was far from still. It was filled with the sound of an orchestra performing the latest composition from Mosszart, our greatest musician. Pan pipes, harps made out of reeds, violins and cellos made out of dried leaves and countless fairy bells could all be heard.
The conductor was not only controlling the orchestra, but used his baton to direct the swirling mass of fireflies twisting and pulsating through the air above. They responded to the changes in speed and volume. When the music was soft, they swirled softly and emitted a low light. When the music was loud and energetic, the fireflies picked up the pace and shone even brighter than usual.
The annual concert of the full moon was certainly a magn
1 - White as SnowThe shrill ring of the phone caused Gina to jump in her seat. She fumbled for the receiver, almost dropping it twice, before bringing it to her ear.
“Hello, welcome to Solergeni. You’re speaking with--”
“Gina!” Rob’s voice barked down the receiver, making her jump again. “Where’s that delivery boy? The Demo’s in an hour.”
“Yes. Sorry, sir. Um. He hasn’t come yet to pick up the--”
“What? What do you mean he hasn’t picked it up yet?”
“Well, uh, I’m still wait--”
“He’s meant to be here already. I need to set up for this thing. How are we going to sell this product, if we can’t show people that it works?”
“I don’t know, sir.”
“Well then, do something, Gina! Fix this.”
“Yes, of cour--”
The line went dead before she could finish. Gina put the phone down for a moment, then dialed the number for the courier. He didn&
The Locker Room - (G/T RP and Vore RP)The Locker Room - (G/T RP & Vore RP)
You wake up slowly. You have no memory of what happened , especially not how you ended up inside a giant (Look at option choice 1) It smelled strongly of sweat.
The only thing you could remember was getting sucked into a big sphere of bright light and then ending up here.
You look outside of and see your inside a giant high school locker room (Can be men's room or woman's room.).
Soon, you hear a bell ring and soon the room was full of giant creatures. They all shower get dressed and leave again. You still remain inside the article of clothing when suddenly you feel like someone is watching you. You look up and you see the giant owner of the clothes you hide in staring at you...
What clothes does the giant find you in?
A. Sock, shoe, sandal? (For foot fans)
B. Underwear, boxers? (You get the idea)
C. Other (Anything else nothing 18+)
What do you do?
B. Your lucky day!
C. Give yourself up
D. You decide
Finally, what do you want the giant to d
An Amber Gaze will seal your fate (pt 1 of 3) The whispers in his ear, told him it was time. The reddish brown tom snapped his eyes open after hearing Jaywing’s voice. He looked over his shoulder to see Thistletail sleeping soundly. He sighed and decided that it was now the perfect opportunity.. He needed to get rid of the only one he knew could stop him. Kill them? He couldn't dream of it. He respected this cat too much, and wished he’d live. So.. he had a plan. Earlier, he had placed poppy seeds in the cat’s fresh kill. So all he had to do was slink out the den and into the nursery. 'You can't stop me Xepherstrike...'
He approached the bracken screen of the den and looked inside to see Adderstar and Littlesong sleeping soundly. Adderstar’s kits curled up around her belly. He took a few silent steps forward and gulped. Was he doing the right thing..? Of course… this was for the good of the Clan… His claws scraped the ground and he crouched. Then t
A Bearded SoireeSpring, Year 759 of the New Age
Silverthorne, West of the Silverstone River
Without the weight of his horns, Skarth felt light and airy. His long, spiraling antlers had dropped not but a few days ago. Normally, it made him feel naked and uncomfortable but, this year, the removal of the extra weight was much appreciated. It allowed him to think clearly, something he found he had found extraordinarily hard as of late.
The low rumble of the river breached the treeline but, having just left its refreshing waters, he did not turn. Instead he stuck to the trees, enjoying the sound of the birdsong as he walked. It had been awhile since he had had some time to himself. The end of autumn and the beginning of spring were always the busiest seasons for him. While most of the herd were beginning to see him in a different light, thanks to his advancing fire magic, the vast majority still
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