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Changing of the Seasons - Chapter 1
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Darcy yawned as she reached the halfway marker between home and the SHIELD base she had just left. Sometimes she didn't understand why she and Jane couldn't just fax their findings in. It would have been so much easier. But no, Coulson insisted that one of them deliver the papers in person. Just so we're certain had been Coulson's line of logic when, just an hour ago, she'd complained about having to drive all the way out there just to spend five minutes handing him the papers.
There were days when she really, really wanted to strangle that man.
She yawned again and had just started to reach for the radio, thinking some loud music might help her drousiness, when she noticed the clouds. They were shifting and glowing. Like when Thor had accessed the Bifrost. Her first thought was that he was final coming back. Stepping on the gas, she left the road, if it could even
Here We LieIn ages old, beneath a sun of gold
We stood in ranks, our land we had to hold
Against the enemy oh so vast
It was said we wouldn't last
We held the Gates and stood our ground
Upon our swords and spears their blood was found
Endless were the days and longer the nights
But their king quivered when we remained within his sight
Free and proud, strong and brave
We will not be made into slaves
We fought for our home, for all that we loved
Refusing, into history, to be shoved
We held firm and fast but were betrayed
And needed help too long delayed
As the last of us fell we knew it would not end
Our story to all the world our allies would send
So go tell the Spartans, passerby
That here, by Spartan law, we lie
What's Lost Can Be Found - War Horse FanficI thought I lost you
When you ran away to try to find me
I thought I'd never see your sweet face again
I turned around and you were gone
And on and on the days went
But I kept the moments that we were in
And I hoped in my heart
You'd come back to me my friend
Joey felt Albert's gentle yet aged hand stroke his neck.
"It's okay, Joey," Albert whispered to him, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "It's all okay."
Joey nickered softly, trying to force himself to his feet, but Albert stopped him, guiding him back down. He didn't understand why this was happening. He had never felt like this before. He'd never felt so tired. He didn't like it. It scared him. Looking up at Albert he tried to tell his friend that. Albert seemed to understand. Albert always understood.
"I know you're scared," Albert said as he stroked Joey's neck, offering comfort to his oldest and dearest friend. After all these years he still couldn't believe this was it. This was goodbye. "I'm scared too. I don't w
More Than a GodBorn of earth and born of sky
Mother mortal and Father High
Child of both yet to neither belong
Unlike others I hear no Fates song
All alone upon the hearth
Mother died while giving birth
Godly child forgotten in the land of men
Raised alone within the Lion's den
Gone is the child, now stands a man
Warrior strong and sure of hand
Trained to fight, to maim, and kill
War I've not seen, blood I've yet to spill
Now a darkness over the land does spread
The Oracle proclaims a fierce war lies ahead
To arms like the others, I wish to be called
But am left behind, for fear that I'll fall
A fear that in battle to my Father I'll turn
And like the Gods allow the world to burn
But though we share blood, they've no love from me
I'd sooner die as a man than a Godling be
Father in a dream comes to me, in eagle guise
But I'll not hear his words, for surely he lies
About loving my mother and loving me
I'll make my own path, I'll make them all see
A God's halfling child I may be
But I am more than my Fat
Soothing Voice - Avengers FanfictionDisclaimer: All rights belong to Marvel. I own nothing and no profit is being made.
I was listening to the audiobook for Sally Gardner's "The Red Necklace" when I was suddenly inspired to write this.
Loki was reclined on the bed, back against the headboard, book in hand when Clint entered the bedroom. The archer had no idea how long the trickster God had been there, but judging by the fact that the book was opened about halfway he suspected Loki had been there a while. That or he was a very fast reader.
Green eyes glanced up at him for a moment before returning the book. Clint smirked as he watched Loki's lips twitch as though he were trying to form words or about to start reading aloud. Quickly stripping out of his gear and changing into a pair of sweatpants, Clint walked over and climbed onto the bed, careful not to disturb Loki, who had yet to speak or otherwise acknowledge his presence beyond the earlier glance.
Settling next to the trickster, Clint managed
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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