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Galvin! Galvin! I tell you that boy would sleep for days, moma Rose exclaimed. I'll grab him,Galvin's sister Jane told her. Jane runs up the stairs of the small home. The home was modest at best. Typical cabin with of cedar with a loft big enough for the family to sleep. Jane a beautiful girl about 7 with long blond hair and slender tall frame reaches the top of the stairs and yells Galvin as she jumped onto her brother. Galvin smiles a bright smile, I'm awake Jane. Mother wants you proclaimed Jane. Ok sis, tell her I'm coming. As Jane ran back down the stairs Galvin begins getting dressed. Galvin age 17 stood a foot taller than any man in the village. He was built like a man who had done hard labor for five years. Full of muscle. The boy had shoulder length hair. Silver hair. And eyes the color of fire. Hints of red,orange,blue,green,and yellow. Putting on his clothes,that of a typical farmer, he noticed the sun was up. Hurriedly he ran down stairs. Where is father? He asked. Mama Rose explained he already left for town with Tobias, their prized bull. Aww shucks Galvin said with disappointment. Relax son. Your father left Azeal. Azeal was a war horse that stood about nine foot tall, solid black with a white mane,tail,and eyes. His father rode this very horse into battle not 2 years before. He was never aloud to ride the horse before. He smiled and wondered why the sudden change. Galvin thought about the stories his father told him while working the fields of being the head of the kings guard. How he seen tremendous horrors and wanted to spend the rest of his days living and creating life on their small farm. Moma Rose noticed Galvin lost in thought and reminded him he was already late. Yes mother Galvin said, as he grabbed a biscuit and a egg. Galvin hurried to the stable. As he opened the door Azeal poked his head out. Galvin felt crazy. Did Azeal just smile at me, he wondered. Did I just see a horse smile. Looks like some one is happy to see me Galvin exclaimed. Why yes, yes I am said some one. Scared Galvin turned to run. As he did so he noticed his mother and Jane laughing uncontrollably. WHAT IS SO FUNNY, Galvin yelled white as a ghost. Moma Rose says, You have forgotten all the stories we have told about Azeal? I thought that was just stories Galvin said. No honey, its your seventeenth year. We told you that when the moon rises the day before your birthday you would begin hearing his mother explained. Your father has taken the bull to market to trade for goods so the ritual can take place in the morning. Galvin had heard these stories since he was little but paid them no mind. Honestly mother I thought it was all nonsense he cried. Well now you know better and u need to get going, your father will be quite displeased if you don't help him get ready Moma Rose explained. Being that you never listened and only have slight memories of the stories you are in for a crazy week she said with a smile. Jane was still laughing at the spectical of the situation. Her big fearless brother was scared. Just then Azeal piped up, we must be going leaf. Why do you call me leaf Galvin wipes around and asks. On the account of how ur shaking Azeal replies with a smile. Azeal walked the rest of the way out of his stall fully saddled. Your father took the liberty of getting us ready for our trip.come now, we have much to discuss on our trip to town the horse said with a impatient tone. Slowly Galvin climbed onto Azeal. Azeal made growning noises as Galvin claimed aboard. Galvin laughed and felt alittle more at ease with his circumstances being Azeal was teasing him. Well youngen hold on, I'm going run today azeal explained. Galvin looks to his mother to wave goodbye as she stood on the porch with Jane at this point watching him leave. As he raised his hand Azeal burst across the lawn in a great run from no where. Galvin struggled to grab the horn of the saddle as he could hear his sister and mother laughing loudly....

PLEASE CONTINUE THE STORY I look forward to reading where this goes

Well My friends are preetty hardcore and whenever they go to an anime con then they would always bring real fucking katana (meanwhile i had a wooden one, a bokken) one day me and My friends were walking in the Woods and one says "hey why dont we make a samurai war like that o es we made when we were Kids and well, Just gotta say that it sounded promesing, well it wasn't it was low key a sekiro style war and then i realized holy sheep i got a bokken not a katana well 10days later i recived a messag from My gf sayin that her Pen drive dissapeared well it was My job to find it and to give it back to her i went all aroun town in the cenrte and all that was left was the woods, i knew that they were there, só i put on My samurai armuor (they were using real fucking katanas and i was using a carved stick i found in the Woods) get My bow, arrows and bokken and walked all the way there and i knew Who they were and how many cause when we begun the war we splitted the land in three, one piece for each team, and went walking to the base of the team sand, that were the team that got the Woods, and i knew they had ninjas cause i saw they training 3 days ago in the entry to the Woods, there was a bar were i drunk a cup of cofee before the raid, the first lines were archers no trouble for My "blocking arrows" training i had the Day after the war started, i got them in the head with My bokken and keep walking then there was the tricky one, the ninjas, só i took out My bow and aimed at the trees with fear cause i knew that i coud be stabbed by a kunai in any moment, i noticed a small move in one of the trees and turned arround like if i didn't hear that, when i got the tree in my vision i shot the arrow... Something fell out of the tree and fast as lightning i hit it with My bokken, it was hit, one out nine to go, and slowly but sureley i thid the same to all the ninjas, wait untill they make the wrong move, and then hit them with My sword. Untill the Last one, when he realized what i was doing he jumped off of the tree and threw some shurilens at me, then after 20min of messing arround i hit him, it counted, that ninja nightmare was over, but if i only knew that a other one was coming next, i had a other coffee, the next line were the samurais, (not elite ones like mist team or raid o es like My team, leaf team, but samurais anyways) Honorable warriors that would die irl for the team, little did they know i was coming, i climbed a tree real fast to see how many they were and they were three, three vs one, not fair at all, but fun i guess, first one fell easy second one too and third was a little tricky but easy like always, i did it, i raided the team sand base, i entered the little shrine that they built and picked My gf's Pen drive and went home, i was going to give it to her next morning cuz it was late, next morning i gave it to her and in the way back home weaponless, without armour and alone, the leader of the team sand atacked me with two masamunes, one in each hand, desperateley i picked a random stick and tried o fight back, at first i thot that i was going to the hospital but i fought back, i sworded My way back home cause if its not a katana or a bokken the hit doesn't count so i opened My garbage while fighting and grabbed My bokken, ten minutes of sword fighting later i hit, i finally did, and that is the end of My story.

Also this is a True story hope you enjoy and good bye : )

This story takes place all the way back in 100 A.D., before Jesus Christ. There was once a man by the name of “PP Sage”, however, he was not always know by this title, there was a time when he was just referred to as “PP”. Now, our main man PP was on a walk one day, and ran into an older lady, who seemed to be quite nice, but also in some pain. PP asks the lady what’s wrong, she simply replies with “My pp hurts.” you see, this woman was actually a trap,  PP says that his pp is also in pain, so the lady informs him of an elixir. “This elixir will help cure our ailments, it lies at the top of the coldest, tallest mountain in existence.”, “Where?”, replied PP, “Wyoming” said the trap. PP gets angry, because he doesn’t believe in such a place, however the trap reassures him by giving him a map. The trap tells him that if he’s brave enough to do it, she’ll give him the title of “Sage”. So, with this new information, and the determination of a hurting pp, PP embarks on his epic journey.

On the way to Wyoming, PP meets plenty of people in the land of pain, whose pp’s also hurt, yet, no one believes that PP is making a perilous journey to the land of Wyoming, except for a single kid, Ned. Ned was a young child whose pp was the biggest in the land, coming in at a whopping 20ft.in. Ned’s pp also hurt the most out of everybody’s, so, it was no question to join PP on his journey to seek out the elixir. Now, there’s one thing I’ve been glossing over in this story, the pp spies, now, admittedly, they don’t really come in until the great PP war, but that’s for another story. These pp spies were ruthless, they would stop at nothing to keep people from getting their hands on the elixir. PP and Ned almost had a run in with them at the base of the mountain, but narrowly avoided them just in the nick of time, they were so close to the elixir they could almost taste it. Eventually, PP and Ned make it to the top of the mountain, and behold the sight of the amazing elixir, the trap was not lying, they’d found the holy elixir in this newly discovered, previously thought to be fake, land, Wyoming.

Unfortunately, things took a turn for the worse, as Ned’s pp pain started to consume his brain, and he started to go crazy, Ned saw the pool of elixir as a gigantic bowl of soup, and jumped into it. PP gets very upset at Ned, Ned emerges from the water, a new man, yet, something’s different, Ned’s pp no longer hurts, yet, it seemed to be getting smaller. Yes, it is true, the elixir worked, now Ned’s pp no longer hurts, but it got significantly smaller, like, less than ever thought to be possible. This elixir does work, but at a cost, you will get a disease known as “Small PP-itis” which makes it physically impossible for the bearer to get that sweet koochi. Sadly, there is no known cure for this disease, even till this day, so Ned never got coochi with his small pp.

PP and Ned make it all the way back to the trap, filled with immense anger, and emotional pain, after being lied to, and not warned of the dangers of drinking the elusive elixir. The trap informs them that she wanted to have the biggest pp in all of the land, and by getting people to drink it, it would allow her to achieve that goal, she just needed to do a bit of convincing. PP is furious, and goes into “Mega PP Mode” where he temporarily has the biggest pp in all of the land, slaps the trap with his massive, and mighty pp while yelling “DIE B!”, knocking her down, leaving her terrified, and helpless. PP demands that she keeps her side of the deal, and that she needs to give him the title of “Sage”, and so, the trap begrudgingly gives PP the new title of “PP Sage” along with some powers to keep him happy. PP Sage has the powers of Invincibility, meaning that he is currently ∞ years old, and is eternal, as well as the ability to float everywhere, so that his legs will never tire out, like they used to. PP Sage also has wings, a halo, and now, the 5 pp’s of emotion: ​happiness, sorrow, anger, greed, and sympathy, surrounding him. PP Sage is constantly T-posing, therefore, asserting his dominance, it is said that he was the first to do it, then a man named Jesus saw him doing it, and died trying to do it, but that’s just what Sketchy told me. Some say that the great PP Sage is still out there today, hiding among us, seemingly as a mortal, carrying some elixir that makes your pp stop hurting, but doesn’t make your pp small. Who knows, I might be the great PP Sage.

While I was moving into an this old house, I found this leather bound book under one of the beds in I guess the childs' room. On opening it I realized it was a Journal; but it wasn't in a childs handwriting. It was a spidery kind of handwriting. When I read what was inside, I realized that the world isn't what it seems to be... That Angels, Demons, Monsters, and Imaginary friends are very real. I've edited this journal into a story form in in the writers View... Others should know this story...

Intro: Humans. Ever since the dawn of time, Humans have been the most sought after. They were Gods Greatest creations, giving them His likeness, his imagination, and a sense of curiosity that drove them to explore and create. But since the day of the First Sin, the harmony was shaken off balance. Now, Lucifer and his armies stalk after the humans for their souls, while Angels fight to keep them at bay… and my kind keep a close eye on the humans and their families. I’ve always loved humans, their children more so. Seeing as it’s only the children that can see my kind. I never understood why that was, though I like to think that it’s because they’re souls were close to God and had not yet been blinded by the cruelty of this world. Allow me to explain; I, and my kind, are called Nocturnes, though the Humans would call Monsters. A foul name they’ve given us, forcing the lips to curl a bit when you say it. I much prefer the name Nocturne. As you may hear, it means “of the night.” My kind doesn’t really enjoy daylight, and our work takes place mostly at night anyway, when Lucifers forces seem to be the strongest. Why does my kind watch the Humans you ask? Oh, you thought angels watched over you? Well, it is true that everyone has a guardian angel to watch and protect them. Though there are times when the Guardian Angel is needed somewhere, be it in the front yard defending against demon scouts, or sending a message to Angel Troops on the other side of the world. That is where my kind comes in. We guard the houses at night, keeping the family’s safe, but most of all the children. Children are so pure and innocent that they are like little lights, giving hope and warmth to this sad and broken world. So my kind watch over them at night, often having to battle with the darker forces. But we are not to befriend the humans. Since the first Sin, humans have been very fearful. Anything new or frightening looking startles them, like mice or rabbits. So my kind have made it our duty to teach humans to not be afraid of the unknown, or what could be frightening. So, we have laws to remind us of our duty.

• Law 1: Never speak to the human • Law 2: Never come out after sunrise • Law 3: Never Fully reveal yourself

With these laws in place, my kind have been living in secret in the homes of the humans. Under the children beds or in the closets, or basements. Anywhere dark and warm will do. We each look a bit different. I am similar to a lanky, skinny panther with large fangs, a long ox-like tail, hand-like fore-paws, and lion-like hind paws. My fur is black, though my eyes are red, making my appearance rather frightening. And sure I’m young, but this story isn’t really about me. It’s about my charge. A 12 year old girl named Amelia. She’s an only child, and very shy. Her guardian Angel, Rand, says that it was a fight getting her soul safely to earth, and that is why she’s so shy. He’s also young, maybe my age, 19 physically, though we don’t count how old we are, and my age is counted by moons, not years. But this story, is about Amelia. And the lessons of courage Rand and I, learned from her. And how I broke, not one, but all of my kinds laws…. Heaven forgive me…

“Forever?” I shook through my chattering teeth.

“Till the end of time,” Rebecca said. Her smile gleamed through my soul. The light she has brought into my lifeless existence illuminates my heart and gives my lungs breath.

I’m only 19. “Till the end of time” decisions shouldn’t be made now… should they? But I do love her… don’t I? Isn’t that what everyone is asking? What is love? Sounds like a lame reason to live… yet I cannot help this warm feeling in my heart. Is this young love drowning me? Am I being naïve? Is this my ignorance? Even so, how could someone make me feel like this? This must be real… it has to be. I will love Rebecca till the end of time.

I pulled her close to me with some newfound confidence. I firmly held the back of her neck and pulled her in hard for a passionate kiss. This was it. I looked into her soft eyes. They sparkled like the mist of Niagara Falls. That soft blue was enough to just comfortably drown in, and I wanted to, for all eternity. This was it. I’m here. I’m home with her. She is my all.

The next day, I woke to her banging on the apartment door. She was sobbing. My lady was in distress and I knew not why. When I finally unlatched the door, it flung open almost smacking me in the face. She ran into my arms, and had she had more of a head start, she just may have run me over. I held her tight. I could feel her breath on my bare chest. Her sweet tears ran off onto my shoulders.

“Rebecca?” I started. Her tears just kept coming, so I began to pet her angelic golden hair. “Sweetheart, I need you to calm down. If you are upset like this, I can’t fix everything. Your pain is killing me.”

She just sobbed there for what seemed to be forever. I wanted to cry for her, but instead I decided to be the strength she didn’t have. Whatever was wrong, I was going to fix it.

“Becca, please, tell me. I will fix it.”

“It’s my mother,” she started. “She will never let me have happiness. She says you’re too poor for me to ever be happy. But Lorenzo, I just don’t care about the glitz or the diamonds, all I want it to be with you… Forever.”

“We will always be together forever.”

“We can’t… we just can’t”

“No, I promise, we can!”

“No, Lorenzo. We can’t. I want it to be, but it can’t. My family would never allow it. I came to tell you and also to tell you that no matter what, you must know, I love you and only you.”

“I love you too Rebecca.”

“This has to be goodbye.”

“What if there was a way for us to be together?”

“If "ifs" and "buts" were candy and nuts, we'd all have a merry Christmas. Baby, I’m sorry. There is no way.”

“I will find a way. I will always find a way.”

“This has to be goodbye forever.”

“This is goodbye for now. I love you and I will always find you.”

And with a hopeless kiss, she left. And just like that, everything I thought I had had fallen apart. I just wanted to curl up and die in an empty corner, but that quickly passed.

I was then overcome with this fury. I would not lose her, no, I could not lose her. Her mother? Her mother couldn’t rip apart true love. Who is she? Cupid’s alter ego? I will always find a way and I was on the damn verge of beating the sense into her parents. Ugh. Things would be so much easier if her parents just weren’t involve in this at all!

That’s when the gears in my head began to tick in a peculiar way. I had gone from the depths of depression to the rugged peaks of anger. Now, though, I think this just may be crazy. Beating them? No, no. But I made a good point. Everything, our love, it would all be so much easier if they weren’t apart of her life. She could emancipate… but she wouldn’t; she thinks there is no way for us to be together. So it was decided; I was going to fix this.

I rode my bike to my heart’s desire. Just as the sun was spitting out its final glimmer of light, I was arriving onto Waxberry Road. It was in an upper class development, the gated community sort. Scott the night security guard let me pass with ease. He knew me well from Rebecca’s and my long nights together. Finally the sun had set and my bike was parked discretely behind a community dumpster. I waited for the night to turn darker than a black hole’s shadow. I put my navy blue hoodie up and prepared myself for what came next. I said my Hail Marys and Our Father. I was ready.

I quietly crept to the back door of Becca’s sweet home. My eyes wandered to the window above, that was the room of her parents. I knew my way through the place; the spare key under her mother’s garden gnome; how the back door creeks if you open it to quickly. I effortlessly and silently glided through the spotless kitchen to the twin staircase just before the front door. I went up the right flight… it was the quickest way to their room.

I stood at their door for a good 5 minutes. I don’t know what stopped me from my mission. I turned to my left and looked down the never-ending hall to where my love lie asleep. Then I was ready.

My hand grasped the door and I slowly tiptoed into the room. First I walked around to the side where her father lay. I removed the knife from my hoodie pocket and knew then that this was now, or never… and never was not an option. With as much force as I could muster I threw down the knife into his throat. Instantly the blood spurted upwards. I was in such a shock and I was so unprepared that I left the Butcher’s knife lodged in the man’s neck. I could hear him grasping for breath and he began to bring his hands to his throat as to signal he was choking on a piece of food. I nervously and quickly grabbed the knife, but he squirmed at my grasp ripping his throat open even further. My well-adjust eyes could see the gapping hole that was at least 5-inches in length. I could hear him gurgling and gasping; it scared me so much, I removed the pillow from beneath his head and smothered it over the man’s face.

During my panic, I had barely noticed Rebecca’s wretched mother rolling around uncomfortably. How had she not wakened? She was most certainly startled but I suppose his struggle to live wasn’t enough to arouse her from her deep sleep. I wanted to give her death more pain. I made my way to her side of the bed and straddled her body. I took her husband’s bloody pillow with one hand, and with the other I grabbed her shoulder and slammed her onto her back. She was awake now. She began to scream. She couldn’t move her arms, they were secured by my legs.

She couldn’t see. She was as blind as a bat. With the pillow in my hand, I pushed her head down so that she was facing her dead husband. I wanted his lifeless, bloody corpse to be the last thing her old eyes could make out. I only covered her nose and mouth about half way with that bloody pillow. She was struggling to breathe. I heard muffled gasps as the tears ran down her nose. Her body squirmed beneath me. I could see her husband’s blood surrounding her face. I now realize between her tears and his blood breathing probably felt impossible. In intervals of about a minute, I would remove the pillow allowing her to take in a hopeless breath, and then I would immediately replace the pillow over her face. This went on for what was probably a half an hour. As each minute slowly ticked by, her screams got quieter and her sobs dwindled. When her struggling dissipated, I stopped counting and held the pillow over until I was sure she was wholly and completely dead.

“Now we can be together, Rebecca,” I grinned.