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East And West by holocene-dawn East And West :iconholocene-dawn:holocene-dawn 10 3
Carl had stared at the small corner of the newspaper all morning. When he had first laid eyes upon it he had thrown it down in a rage, though he had known the moment one of his staff entered the office with a wan face. He had always known.
Surrounded by the headlines of local politics, celebrity gossip, and the economy was a lone paragraph in a box. It read: ‘Prominent Grove Street member killed in altercation.’
Sweet was dead.
He had read the words over and over again, torn between disbelief and a twisted sense of relief. The seemingly inevitable had finally come to pass, and yet the loss brought on a keen, almost physical pain. His thoughts drifted back to the last great tragedy of his short life.
It had been nine years since Brian died. The distance seemed strange, even unsettling. Now Carl found himself in surroundings he could not have imagined; he had been on a journey at once amazing and impossible, certainly for someone of his upbringing. Death pr
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Stauffenberg's Folly by holocene-dawn Stauffenberg's Folly :iconholocene-dawn:holocene-dawn 26 4 No Wendish Crusade by holocene-dawn No Wendish Crusade :iconholocene-dawn:holocene-dawn 24 5 Editable Europe base map by holocene-dawn Editable Europe base map :iconholocene-dawn:holocene-dawn 20 23
The Shield Wall
The day dawned crisp and clear
as we took up the shield and spear.
Not one of us burdened by gloom,
marching proudly to our doom.
The snow crunches under our feet
as upon our shields we strike a beat,
pounding the drums of war
calling upon Odin and Thor.
The enemy met us by the lake
amidst the mountains of the fire drake
Our lives they may take,
but our reputations they will not break.
The call goes out to form our wall
Our line long, deep and tall.
The thud of shield against shield
defying our foes
we will not yield.
And now comes the long wait.
Breathing, staring, awaiting our fate.
Looking to see if they will move first,
too eager to quench their blades' thirst.
Now come the cheers and the jeers,
that it is shameful to live long years,
that none of their kin shall shed tears,
that the Norns have known for years.
Then, at last, with sun up high
The foe gives a mighty cry,
And charges toward us, prepared to die.
Our arms tense,
our legs dig in,
our minds turned to slaughter,
our wills
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The Siege
Amina crawled forward on her hands and knees with her stomach aching and her head pounding. She fought the urge to vomit at her own stench, the matted, greasy curls of her self-cut hair stroking her neck like Death's waiting hand. She was hungry.
Straining to peer through the cracked window, the sweltering August afternoon smothering her haggard face, she saw what she already knew – they were still there, watching, waiting. Flashes of images and sounds came back to her: the first time that she had been woken up by the artillery batteries that had pounded the mosques, and the hospitals, and the shops; the booms of the petrol stations and cars as they were hit; the screams and pleading answered by the machine guns.
The thick black columns of smoke had subsided, but she saw at least a dozen thinner but no less alarming plumes across the city from her flat. She wondered how the people there felt, if they were alive – death seemed a relief at this point. Often she th
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The Hangman
None of them could have said what life was like before the war. They recalled the first news of the invasion, and the retreat into the forest; now it seemed to have become their entire lives. That two out of four had been city-dwellers seemed distant and alien now; the dense greenery had become their home, a hard and unforgiving abode from which they pillaged and harried the enemy.
Hours, days, weeks, months – such measurements were meaningless. They only counted their ammunition, and how many of the fascist invaders they maimed and murdered with it. Every shot fired was one less person to rape, murder, plunder and burn. Each day they woke invigorated by the thought of cleansing the world of monsters.
The gallows was a crude thing, hastily built just outside Polotsk. The sky was grey and sullen, the air dry. A small crowd had come to watch in silence, giving the four of them looks that ranged from pity to contempt – spineless traitors, the lot of them. One of the enemy was
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Wriggly Mummaer by WossaRem Wriggly Mummaer :iconwossarem:WossaRem 493 25 Gagged Sleuth by snowking68
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Stella Cox 1 by snowking68
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German renaissance by Breakingerr German renaissance :iconbreakingerr:Breakingerr 36 9 her inmost fantasy by jstreel her inmost fantasy :iconjstreel:jstreel 228 53 Lohrefen by SirInkman Lohrefen :iconsirinkman:SirInkman 166 31 Alternate Federal Republic of Germany by Breakingerr Alternate Federal Republic of Germany :iconbreakingerr:Breakingerr 66 19 Lucky Draw 223 by WossaRem
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Orsolya Andrasfi of Karpati Kiralysag (Magyar) by Gambargin Orsolya Andrasfi of Karpati Kiralysag (Magyar) :icongambargin:Gambargin 100 5 Lucky Draw 646 by WossaRem
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Wicked Witch by SirTiefling Wicked Witch :iconsirtiefling:SirTiefling 391 70 The Feywild Jester by SirTiefling The Feywild Jester :iconsirtiefling:SirTiefling 199 44 Lady Antipaladina Blackguardess by SirTiefling Lady Antipaladina Blackguardess :iconsirtiefling:SirTiefling 332 75 Darkest Dungeon - The Valkyries by SirTiefling Darkest Dungeon - The Valkyries :iconsirtiefling:SirTiefling 409 62 Niunia and Pysia - play time at work by jstreel
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Distressful Work Out by snowking68
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East And West
Not much to say about this one other than that it's fairly ASB. An idea I had in mind as a consequence of several indeterminate wartime PODs, complete with the definitely cliche divided Poland and possibly cliche divided Hungary. The Soviets annexed Finland and made a puppet out of Iranian Azerbaijan, because industry and oil.

The Rhineland was almost completely de-industrialised, and consequently depopulated, by the Allies. It's mostly rural, with a heavy focus on agriculture. The few guns they possess are imported and strictly controlled. There is no army, their protection being guaranteed by the French.

The results of the Italian referendum in 1946 resulted in the country separating into a republican north and monarchist south. Despite the split, relations remain cordial.

Croatia managed to avoid being absorbed by the newly socalist, Soviet-backed Yugoslavia, being an authoritarian Catholic regime barely changed from the Ustaše. They've toned down their rhetoric and treatment of Jews and others in recent years to ensure American money and support; the US are just glad that their 'friends' are anti-communist.

Romanian Banat was given to the Romani people as a homeland as compensation for the Porajmos. Despite being surrounded by socialist states, they're mostly left alone.

Again, this is quite unrealistic, so no offence meant to any person from any nation portrayed in this piece. It might as well have dragons.
i've just deleted a couple of short stories i submitted to this account. i was in the middle of a second draft for another one, but that too is gone. in that case, i realised that i wasn't being original; i was just copying pornography i had watched. my writing was terrible as a result. i told myself that i would write better and that any writing is better than none, but i suppose that doesn't sit well with me anymore.

over the last few weeks and months, i confess that i have become somewhat addicted to porn as a masturbation aid. i would get in bed every night, automatically find what i wanted and thrust under the covers until ejaculation made me feel better about myself for a short while. i suppose it is a symptom of my feeling terribly lonely and isolated, and distracts me from the fact that i haven't continued research for my 'elusive novel' for months and that there's a voice in my head saying i'll never achieve anything, that i should have ended it years ago, that all i do is keep living without purpose. i feel that writing erotic stories has negatively affected my descriptive ability, my characterisation, and my dialogue. i struggle to think of something 'normal' to write about at length.

with the results of the US election, i have made a promise to swear off porn. the first night it took effort not to go straight to a video archive, but perhaps it will get easier. next year i will be officially in my late twenties, and soon afterwards 30. and what have i done? it increasingly troubles me.

i left my old account here because writing erotic content became its focus, and i wrote dozens of private stories for people i considered friends that utterly exhausted my enthusiasm for certain things, or made me outright hate things. i let myself get close to them, then was told i was 'an ugly piece of shit' when i refused to keep in contact after i was severely let down and humiliated. i don't want this account to be consumed by petty pornography as well. so i guess i'll try to write interesting things, throw out maps, and the like.

just felt like writing this for anyone who reads. hope you're all doing well wherever you are.

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jstreel Featured By Owner Apr 3, 2017
Thanks for watching!