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The Bronze LadyThe inventor was lonely. Usually she felt a healthy sense of care and wonder around her cogs and gears, but for some reason, lately, they weren't enough for her. She had to come up with something wonderful. She felt an intense need to make something that would be looked upon with adoration and praise. Or perhaps, she simply needed to kill her loneliness. So, try she did. Her first attempt was somewhat off. The gears didn't turn quite right and the strings kept popping. The piece kept falling apart before it took its first steps. She had to find something better. Lock and pin hinges made the next attempt better, but far from perfect. Any jarring in the steps of the piece and yet again, it would fall apart.
Her third and fourth attempts blew up in her face. Literally. She would not stop trying until something went right with the piece she was fashioning. And then, after a few more failed attempts and singed eyebrows, she finally got a finished product that had very few flaws. She cleaned
Sonja I don't generally like loud places.It's been that way since I was born. My mom said I'd even hush the cat when she'd cry, because I just had to have my peace. As I grew older, I started to loosen up a little. Let's just say that I wasn't rushing to heavy metal concerts. When I got to be old enough to do anything legally, I started to bar wander. It's like bar hopping without the hangover, because I don't drink. I'd pick a place that I liked the music flowing out of and I'd sit in for a few hours until the noise rose above the music. Then I'd leave. And so on, and so forth. I'd go back to my apartment and take a bath, relaxing as I'd listen closely to the sound of popping bubbles and running water. At work, I'd daydream about what it would be like if I was just like everybody else, and I have to tell you something. If the truth is anything like those daydreams, I'm proud to be different.
Thankfully, my parents loved me enough to allow me a pass on major holid
Repayment for Sis Vaia The dancing girl was resting on the pillows. It wasn't time to regale the king yet. Though she had an idea of what he would want, she didn't want to be presumptuous and spoil her performance. Nor did she wish to lose her pretty head from where it sat upon her shoulders. The monarch always seemed keen to behead beautiful women if they ceased to impress him the way they once did. That was why this particular lady had kept her best talents hidden. Whether it was in the king's bed or in her regular performance space, she kept her abilities meted out so that he saw her body's beauty and became entranced before she threw in a bit of talent to throw him off the trail of there being more to her than her lovely shape and face. At that point in time, she needed the king to think she was a simple dancing girl. At least her escape plans were coming along nicely enough. She didn't want to hang around forever, after all. She was quite content to do wha
Missing: One White Female Her eyes felt like they were on fire. Who knew that being this lonely would make her eyes react? She'd been watching television all day and now she understood just how bad lonely was supposed to feel. She guessed she'd really done it this time, what with how the woman she loved just dropped everything and left her sitting there on her couch. What had she said? 'When Hell gets a make-over and freezes over?' That sounded about right. Frannie always was a bit on the dramatic side. But that's what she got for being with someone who wrote dramas for a living. She knew Frannie'd be back. She always came back. Every time she left, she used that same line. That apocalyptic line that rang in her ears when her Frannie would shout it at her and slam the door She'd come back. She always did.
So, here she'd sit and wait on Frannie to change her mind like she always did. But after a few d
+ Kiss Me, Baby + I've never really gotten the hang of telling anyone my personal business except my sister and, by this point, she's been dead and buried for ten years at least. I don't know why I did what I did, but looking back on it I don't think I can bring myself to regret the decision. What I can say though is that, without this one action I don't know if I'd even understand half of what my life's been really and truly been about. So, now I'm here, this tape recorder is running, and I get the distinct impression that I should be recounting my experience and I should be making it interesting. Unfortunately that was Diana's forte, not mine. My sister was actually the one person who could have helped me entertain you while pouring out my guts, but I suppose you'll just have to grin and bear it while listening to me.
When I was sixteen year
Slither Happy Soul The slow chill of the music made her body smooth itself out as it danced. She almost felt as though her heart was all in for this dance, as if her heart had decided that its home was no more in her chest than it was beating on the street. As the music hummed within and through her, it seemed as though every fiber of her was singing. Her hands were sighs, her legs whispers, and her head a breeze that none could follow unless they understood it themselves. And if they didn't understand after watching her masterful taking of the whole thing, they never would.
Her hips fluidly rolled, one side to the other, languid and reposed. She felt the movements before they happened and everything was working in tandem for her. Her life was melding with her dancing and, for once, there was something in her life she could handle happening to her. She
All Alone (BuckyxReader) One-ShotHeavy footsteps could be heard down the halls of the private facility that was hidden underground. The Winter Soldier was given one mission and that was to kidnap two important scientists who held information on a serum that could have Hydra come out of the shadows and take control again once and for all.
The Winter Soldier carried his gun in hand, listening for the faintest of sounds that could indicate that someone was nearby. The lights then switched off and he broke into a sprint. Someone had found out that he had entered the building, but how?
“Sorry, Soldier,” came your voice over the intercom of the building. “Someone had found me in the main computer control room and by accident, set off the alarm.”
He tried not to sigh and roll his eyes.
Why oh why did his boss insist that you be brought to this mission? He honestly had no clue what your purpose in this was. As far as he could tell, your combat skills weren’t nearly as good enough as his and you w
Misunderstood!France X Reader: I'm Not A Rapist 7
The sky was significantly cloudy and a light drizzle fell as you walked to school the next week, feeling relatively calmer than usual. An entire two days without having to go to school gave you time to take a break and rid your mind of the haze of events that had occurred, and you didn’t feel as tense and uncertain as you had been when you walked to school now.
Last week had been one of the craziest and unusual that you had ever experienced in a long, long time. In just a matter of a few days, you were able to talk to Francis, who people believed horrible rumors about, become friends with him, attract attention to yourself, become pestered by your friends, yell at your friends, and become friends with someone who actually believed what you were saying about Francis being a good person. In just one week you had gone from being a regular, simple student in your school to being one whose name was already known by everyone in the school. _____. The first person to become friends with
England X Reader X Sebastian Michaelis
England X Reader X Sebastian Michealis Our New Butler 1/2
"Were is Arthur? He has been gone for 2 hours, and we are meant to be leaving soon," You told your friend Eliza. You and your husband Arthur Kirkland are finally moving from your small Apartment and living in a huge mansion Just outside of London. Why? well you just one the lottery and it was allot of money so you brought the house that used to be owned by a family called the Phantomhives the house was the Phantomhive Manor.
Eliza was helping you pack things in to suitcases, boxes and putting them in the moving van/lorry. "Maybe he is Just got court up in traffic or something," Eliza said putting the box in the van. "He didn't drive Eliza," you told her. "OK maybe he got court up in people traffic instead," she said giggling at her own joke. "This is no time for joking around. I'm worried," You started panicking and walked into the flat.
Time skip Arthur's POV...
"I hate people traffic," I mumbled to my self
Speak the Truth (BrucexReader) One-ShotEver since you were little, people had always took advantage of your kindness. They thought that you were very willing to do what they asked for and so they kept making you do things that you really didn’t want to do. Whether it was doing their homework, letting them cheat off of you in a test, or even now by giving you all of their work when you needed to leave your job early for your cousins birthday party.
You didn’t know why you let everyone step over you, but it just happened. A part of you wondered when you had become like this. You knew you were like this when you were a child but why? Why did you let people walk over you like this?
As your co-worker Moira strolled over to you with a plastic smile on her face, you tried to sink into your seat, not wanting to be bothered by her. When she approached your desk, you pretended that you were busy with something. You really were busy in fact and tried to finish the work you had for the day. Moira clearly ignored this and sw
Avengers x Child!Reader A Little Party
Avengers x Child!Reader A Little Party Never Killed Nobody
You stared up at your father, Thor, with your wide (e/c) eyes. He stared back.
"Daddy. Let's have a tea party." You suggested. Your father stared at you oddly.
"A party of tea? I am quite busy, (y/n). I do not think I have the time." You pouted and folded your little arms.
"(Y/n)?" Your father asked. You just glared at him.
"Are you giving me the silent treatment again?"
Silence. Thor sighed.
"Fine. I'll participate in this party of tea."
You smiled happily and took his hand. You led him to your room and he gasped as he saw who was inside. There, huddled around the little table, was all of the Avengers.
Bruce sat next to Clint who was fiddling with the tea cups. Steve was trying to fit into the tiny chair and Tony just opted to sit on the floor and play Angry Birds on his phone. Natasha was sitting across from the others, her face stoic.
There were two chairs between Steve and Natasha which were meant for you and your father. Y
Child!Canada X Mommy!Reader: Waiting
Matthew told himself that he would stay up all night waiting for you to return home. He was still upset over the fact that you hadn’t allowed him to come to the meeting that you were attending that day. It wasn't that often that you actually allowed him to tag along, but when you did, he was always excited to come along and travel to an unfamiliar place where he would meet your...unusual friends. Even though he was pretty shy and wouldn’t talk to most of them, he still always enjoyed the feeling of going somewhere with you.
This time however, no matter how much begging he had done, you simply refused to allow him to come with you. So he was left in the house alone, bored out of his mind, searching for things to keep himself occupied, like eating or watching TV.
You told Matthew that you would be back at around 7 p.m. Now it was already well into the evening, and he sat on the sofa in the living room with the lamp on next to him, staring at the blank TV screen and hugging a
Didn't Mean It (StevexReader) One-ShotWhen Fury had ordered you to step aboard the Hellicarrier with the rest of the Avengers, you knew that you were not going to like what was in store for you. So you avoided all contact with the others, wanting to stay out any trouble that may arise. You were happy to be able to help out with your talents however Fury hadn’t exactly told you why you were here. You were in the main control room with the others, looking outside the window and at all the clouds that drifted by.
“Agent (l/n)?” Maria Hill called.
“Yes?” you turned around to face her.
“Director Fury wants to see you in the main lab.”
You nodded and began to walk down to the lab where you were greeted by the Avengers except for Captain America. When Loki had attacked the lab to steal the tesseract, Steve had jumped in the way to prevent him from doing so while Clint tried to get the other scientists to safety. In the end, Dr. Selvig and Steve had been placed underneath Loki’s mind
2p!America x child!reader-Adoptive character ch.3When you got to school, you respectively went to your seat and waited for the teacher to start class. Nancy was one of the last students to show up and she had an attitude when she got there. She was knocking over other kid's chairs, pushing tables. Tyler just happily waved at her when she got to her seat. "Hey Nancy~!"
"Shut up, glue sniffer!"
You wanted to shyly intervene but it really had nothing to do with you, but calling him a glue sniffer, in your mind, is really mean. "You...You shouldn't call him that," you find yourself whispering.
Nancy's glance slowly made its way to you. "...What?"
"I'm just saying...That was kind of mean."
"Did I ask you?"
You stern up a bit. "Hey! I don't like your sassy!"
"Then do something about it."
You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. "My mama told me to always keep my hands to myself." She pushed you out of your seat. You gasp from the surprise of her actually having the audacity to put her hands on you. You looked up and she was s
Italy x Psychopath!Reader: I'll Fix You
You were a psychopath. Ever since society had broken you you'd be cruel to everyone around you. Even your own parents. Well, except for one person...
His name was Feliciano Vargas. He was a happy, pretty stupid Italian who ate pasta and had a brother named Lovino. Unlike the others he actually liked you and was very clingy. You learned to get used to him and soon fell for him.
"Hey, (Name)!" Feliciano said, hugging you tightly.
You sucked in your breath and turned red. You immediately pushed away and looked to the floor. "Hey."
"So, what do you want to do today?"
"What I wanna do? I wanna leave this boring place and destroy things. People in this school suck," you bluntly said.
Feliciano frowned. "Even me?"
You looked at him with actual sympathy. "Not you of course. I don't mind you."
He smiled. "Good!"
"Hi, Feli!~" (Girl/Guy You Hate) said.
You growled. "Piss off."
"Back off (Name). He likes me and I like him," she/he said in a cocky tone.
"Oh, really? How could he love a fake, arroga
Love's Not So... Ch 5
"A Muggle? Draco, I'd have never thought. . ."
" Of course you wouldn't have. That's what made Nadia so perfect! No one would ever suspect a Malfoy of being so perfectly matched with a Muggle, now would they? It was so easy to make excuses to see her. . .and be with her. I was free with her, Potter. Free. D'you know how wonderful that feels?" Draco's head was cocked to the side now and Harry could make out the remains of his crying.
"But then why did you - ?"
"Leave the baby on your front stoop? Oh, come off it Potter. You already know the answer to that. Think for once."
Harry sat back in the chair and confusion littered his face. He sat so long, he found absolutely no explanation for it. He turned back to Malfoy and said, "Honestly. I don't understand why."
"Oh fine. Be thick. It's because I knew you'd be able to take care of her,
The Key That Changed The World
Deeply regret to advise you Titanic sank this morning, the fifteenth, after a collision with an iceberg resulting in serious loss of life. Further particulars later.
At 2:20 AM Atlantic Standard Time on the morning of April 15, 1912, the largest and most luxurious man-made object that had ever been moved, the Royal Mail Steamer (RMS) Titanic, disappeared beneath the calm waters of the North Atlantic about 370 miles or 600 kilometers south-southeast of the coast of Newfoundland, leaving behind her the majority of 2,208 living, breathing human beings-- people with families, dreams, hopes, ambitions, and plans-- struggling to stay afloat in the frigid ocean water. Among them were the world's richest and most famous and influential individuals, who
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