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All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king.
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The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring
J.R.R. (John Ronald Reuel) Tolkien 1892-1973
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Graphic - Brian Mashburn (B.1975)
The world needs more kids like Max...❤
A young boy who has raised more than $837K by sleeping outside in a tent is ending his challenge after three years, is finally coming back i
Play the hero part (Prompt: Everyday Hero)
Ehy, I found the time to try @flashfictionfridayofficial new prompt this time, hope you will like it. It’s a short episode from the life of my half orc oc Keith (Another flashfic with dnd ocs? It’s more likely than you think!)
Sorry for my lame English but it’s not my first language
TW: swearing, blood
Word counter: 596
Heavy and thick snowflakes started falling again from the white-milk sky; usually Keith didn’t mind when it snowed, but since he had just finished sweeping the alley in the back of the inn wasn’t so happy about it. He didn’t want to be grumpy that day though so, after swearing at the first coming flakes, he just sneered by himself and tried to catch the snow with his tongue. He must have looked like a child (a particularly dumb child, he thought), but being a half-orc made him quite unmindful of other people’s judgement. No matter what he did, people would have always looked at him badly.
He laughed and shocked his head for acting silly and was about to go back inside the inn, when he heard screaming from the old shop located in the adjacent street.
«My purse! I’m being robbed! Please, help!»
«Shut up, old crone!»
Keith heard people scuffling and the old woman screaming again; he silently walked to the end of the alley and was about to take a peek, but he had to quickly flatten himself against the wall: two hooded figures were running in his direction, but he saw them sneak in another alley. In the meantime, the woman was outside the shop, with her knees on the floor, still crying for help at the top of her lungs. Keith looked at the woman, then at the alley, then again at the woman. She looked slightly hurt and desperate. He knew that alley took to nowhere, the thieves were probably just patiently waiting for the things to calm down. He clenched his fists.
Bloody cowards.
He was alone at the inn at that time, he could have gone and come back without anyone noticing...
No, no. He couldn't allow himself to be the hero of the day. For who? For a human woman who would have probably slammed the door of her shop in his face in disgust, just seeing him approaching her? It just wasn’t worth it and he couldn’t risk losing his job.
I’ll just let the pigs do their thing, not my business. Nope.
He was about to come back into the inn for good, but he stopped. He knew no guard would have come.
Keith hated himself so much as he dragged himself towards the hole in which those rats holed themselves up.
The old woman managed to get herself on her feet; she sadly realised no one would have helped her and weeping she was checking the bruises on her skinny arms. Suddenly, a familiar purse full of coins landed at her feet. She raised her eyes, now sparkling with joy, and she found in front of herself a green-skinned boy with ginger dreadlocks and freckles. His pierced nose was bleeding and his hands were scratched, but he looked as it didn’t bother him.
«So… yeah, here’s yer bloody money, might want to pay attention to who enters yer fuckin’ shop next time.» She was trying to say something but Keith interrupted her, «Don’t make a big deal about it, I have to go back to work and I had enough pains in the arse for today so yeah… have a good one.»
Keith didn’t want to wait for an answer and finally made his way back to the inn.
Touching his nose while walking, he looked at the snow, falling copiously than before; “I slipped on the bloody snow”, he was pretty sure ‘Boss’ would have fallen for it.
Who the fuck would believe someone like me likes to play the hero part?
Life’s ‘oh sh*t moment’ #73
The Triumvirate
Spock
fem!Kirk
fem!Bones
Everyday Hero by Myke Y.U.N.G.
My dad has a big booming
Voice that can break through
Language barriers. My mom has
Super vision in the form of being
Able to notice the tiniest details of
The floor and clothes and also have
A little bit of super smell. My sister is
Able to shape icing and paint and mold
Them into artistic visions being on the
Same level as someone who can control
The natural elements. Then, I have a friend
Who has such a high stamina that he can
Dance for hours without a sweat and being
To keep moving forward even when life throws
Missiles of tragedy at him. I have a friend whose
Areas of expertise is as limited as someone who
Can absorb powers but instead of just borrowing
It, he becomes a competent user in that field. I
Have a friend whose voice is like the power of
Persuasion, but instead of using it as mind control
Or hypnosis, he uses it for good. Lastly I have a friend
Who’s a growing tech genius yet her greatest skill is
Being able to generate invisible force fields to prevent
Negativity from killing her vibe. As for me I have the
Power to shape words into spells of multiple emotions
With it having various effects on its targets. You see while
We read and watch stories of superheroes in our freetime
And dream or desire to become one, we already have powers
In various forms that may seem minor at first, but once we
Learn to use and master it, it can be an essential skill one day
Needed to save the world.
Little morning moment.
You've got your heroes and I've got mine.
