a shocking announcement. // levi by HumanitysShortest, literature
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a shocking announcement. // levi
"I believe all of you might be wondering why I've gathered you here tonight," Commander Erwin's calm voice silenced the mutters and whispers that came from the cadets and squad leaders seated in the mess hall, the smell of herbal tea and coffee lingering in the room.
During dinnertime, Erwin has ordered that no one leaves the mess hall, for he was going to make an announcement that would change how things work in the Survey Corps. Everyone was on the edge of their seat, wanting to know what exactly is that announcement the commander was about to say.
"So? What is it?" Captain Levi was getting a little impatient, his fingers plac
[same damn difference.] drunk!levi ackerman II by erianna3707, literature
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[same damn difference.] drunk!levi ackerman II
“I’m going to kill him…” You growled, running down another flight of stairs and dashing out on the main floor to the mess hall. Man, were his promises weak.
Ever since that eventful night, you and Levi had officially started dating, becoming more intimate with each other, and overall just more loving in general. But being the Lance Corporal’s girlfriend had a bit of a disadvantage- he had to constantly be out late at meetings with the monarchy. That left you alone at night, sitting on his bed and waiting for him to come back. He had a fairly decent schedule, coming back home whenever he
I lived with my mother until I was eleven. She once told me that I was a planned child. Yet when I was twelve she told me she doesn't want me to live with her anymore because "she got her own life now". Now, if she would have been the jetsetting type, I might've understood. When you travel a lot a child can be a burden, limiting you in your personal fulfillment. But my mother spent her newly acquired own life on her butt on the couch, infront of the TV.
Why do you want a child when you get rid of it after twelve years? I have my speculations about this. She separated from my father when I was five, first we went from one hotel to another, aft
Chapter 5 - Mop The Floor With Him Carole then straightened to her full height, creating an even stronger intimidation in the young man. She looked so massive, so powerful. - You're the one who did all this mess? - then asked the giantess, looking at the stains on the ground near him. - No! - answered Simon after a little hesitation. No, I promise you! It's the others! The man wanted to save his skin. He suspected that the young woman intended to punish him like the others. And seeing that she had already condemned them, he now had no qualms about denouncing them in his place. Carole didn't seem to notice his answer but looked amused when she saw the tiny young man who seemed to be gesturing to convince her to spare him. - Well, let's clean it all up. The young woman then walked away, shaking the ground. Simon wasted no time and started running as fast as he could. She probably wanted to kill him. He had to escape, hide! But where? He was in the middle of what was for him a huge
Chapter 4 – In The Machine Gabriel felt like he was in a horror movie. He couldn't take his eyes off the huge waste bin that opened before his horrified eyes. - No!... - cried the young man who until then didn't want to believe that it was going to end like this. No, Carole!! Carole, please don't do this!!! The giantess smiled even more. She knew that this moment was the climax of what she had done to the young man. The moment just before the end. - I think you'll have plenty of time to think about it. - Carole, you're not serious!! - exclaimed Gabriel, suddenly turning to her. Carole, you can't do this to me!!! - You want to bet? - she replied with a mean smile. She then gently tilted the dustpan over the waste bin. Gabriel saw the very first crumbs and dirt begin to roll down the slope. - No no no!! - panicked Gabriel. Carole stop, I beg you!!! CAROLE!!! The young woman then tilted the dustpan further. Gabriel saw the pile he was in begin to flatten out more and more in front
In the near future, a grim reality awaited those convicted of crimes deemed worthy of the ultimate punishment. In this dystopian tale, inmates found themselves transformed into jesters, their lives forever chained, both figuratively and literally. Forced to live as permanent clowns, they were condemned to wander the halls of a prison, their voices silenced, their every movement imbued with a twisted sense of amusement. Visitors were occasionally permitted inside the prison walls, and it was then that the jester inmates were compelled to perform ridiculous shows, entertaining the onlookers with their forced jests. Among the countless inmates sentenced to this bizarre existence was a young woman by the name of Lily. The day of her arrival at the jester prison was a moment forever etched in her memory. As the towering, iron-clad gates swung open, she stepped hesitantly into a realm she had never imagined. The air was heavy with a lingering sense of despair, the very aura of the prison seemingly suffocating. Lily was led through a labyrinthine maze of arched hallways, her footsteps echoing in the hollow silence. The occasional distant laughter only served to intensify the gravity of her situation. Eventually, she found herself in a dimly lit chamber, where a row of jester costumes adorned the walls. Her heart pounding, Lily approached the table in the center of the room, where a pair of somber prison guards stood solemnly. They handed her a vividly striped outfit, its colors appearing almost garish against the bleak backdrop of the prison. She unfolded the costume, and to her astonishment, she discovered that every piece of clothing was intricately adorned with tiny bells. Like a discordant symphony, these bells would jingle with each step she took, an audible reminder both to herself and others of her new existence as a jester. Overwhelmed with mixed emotions, Lily began to undress. She carefully removed her ordinary attire, relinquishing them to a forgotten past. As she donned the striped vest and pants, it felt as though she was putting on a persona rather than a mere costume. In that singular moment, Lily transformed from a person into a representation of mockery, forever confined to the role of the fool. Next came the oversized, floppy shoes. Each shoe was comically enormous, making it near impossible to walk with grace or dignity. The discomfort of the ill-fitting footwear only served to amplify Lily's sense of powerlessness. Lastly, she reached for the iconic clown wig, vibrant and unruly, a crown of absurdity. As she adjusted the wig upon her head, she caught her reflection in a cracked mirror. The once familiar face gazed back at her, now distorted by exaggerated makeup and a painted-on smile which concealed her inner turmoil. Dressed in her jester uniform, Lily took her first hesitant steps into the prison's central courtyard. The jingling of her costume's bells seemed to reverberate throughout the desolate space, filling the air with an eerie soundtrack to her sorrow. For the remainder of that day, and every day thereafter, Lily's existence became a monotonous routine. She walked the prison's halls, her chains dragging at her ankles, her voice forever suppressed. Her days melded together, each one more indistinguishable than the last. When visitors were allowed into the prison, Lily would be shuffled onto a makeshift stage, forced to perform clownish antics for their fleeting amusement. With every exaggerated stumble, every ridiculous gesture, she begrudgingly obliged, her self-worth fading further into the shadows. In the solitude of her cell, Lily would often imagine a different world, a world where chains did not bind her and ridicule did not define her. A world where she could exist as nothing more than herself, free to express her thoughts and dreams without being trapped in the perpetual mockery of a jester's existence. But in the jester prison, such dreams were nothing more than a desperate flicker in the darkness, for Lily and countless others like her were destined never to escape the irony of their fate. The jingling of bells would forever echo, a constant reminder of their transformation into permanent clowns, bound by invisible chains that would follow them to their grave.
How I got into trouble Pt. 1 by rub-ger, literature
Literature
How I got into trouble Pt. 1
How I got into trouble pt. 1
Hi, my name is Sean. I'm a 5'10" 17 year old male who has just recently been through a weird situation. Here it is.
There are a pair of grogeous teen girls who live next door to me. Lauren and Amy were the same age as me and we've all been through school together. As we have grown up and hit our teens, I've found myself sexual attracted to the girls, and they also felt the same way. During our early teens we spent most of the time doing the "You show yours, I'll show mine" situations, but never had sex.
One night I went over to their house to watch some movies. Their mother was out that night, and I had a guess