Alice“Im Late, Im Late” muttered Alice.Alice by elizabethshay
Everywhere she goes she gets looks of Malice
and the whispers proclaim crazy
they make her vision hazy.
It all started with once upon a time
when she heard a rabbit chime
“Im Late Im Late for a very important date”
That is what changed her fate.
She went on a mad magical trip
which started with a sip.
That brought her through magical places
where she met many new faces.
But sadly the girl had to return.
And she tried to help others learn.
Of the wonderful place of wonderland.
But it went through their minds like sand.
Crazy. Insane. Psycho. They proclaimed.
Her family hid her away they were so ashamed.
So now Alice sits
all alone slowly losing her wits.
But she will not tell a lie
Why they wont believe her she doesn't know why.
But she knows she is missed
in a wonderland that does exist.
--EVENTIDE-- Chapter 1 (Part 1)--EVENTIDE-- Chapter 1 (Part 1) by Llortor
Think of this as kind of a preview for a Sci-fi/romance book set in 2058, detailing the story of a naive alien girl as, through a simple desire to help someone in need, she is swept into a galactic war between humans and a ruthless cybernetic army bent on destruction. As of this writing, I'm already pretty far into it, and I hope to get this all published when it's done which shouldn't be more than maybe one or two years from now. So without further ado, here's chapter one. It's a little long, so watch out.
(The file is a bit too big to put in one post, so here's the other half: http://llortor.deviantart.com/journal/EVENTIDE-Chapter-1-Part-2-426802009 )
“During a war, it is customary to form alliances with those you might at first have disliked, despised, or are utterly revolted by even seeing. It might not be their fault; it might irrevocably be that that is the way they are.
Legacy Ch. 1 [APH Mexico fic]Legacy Ch. 1 [APH Mexico fic] by sailorgreywolf
The bedroom was filled with slanting shafts of light that filtered in through the blinds. America was lying across the bed, the sheets tangled around his legs. Mexico was sitting on the foot of the bed. America was staring at the tattoo of an eagle across Mexico's right shoulder blade, and then he spoke "Alejandro, where did you get that tattoo?"
Mexico looked over at America and said "Alfred, do you remember your parents?" America glanced over at Mexico, confusion obvious in his face "I mean, there is England but he isn't really-". Mexico interrupted him "I don't mean him. I mean, your parents-your real parents". America shrugged "Not really, I can't remember". Mexico sighed "Then you are lucky, maybe that's why you can forgive Eyebrows". America scowled "He has a name you know." Mexico ignored his remark "I will never forgive Spain for what he did. Never". America rarely heard Mexico's voice so cold, it was only ever like this when he was talking about Spain. America sat up and stare
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