More Like This

"…Guilty. Of robbery on the seas, plundering, murder-"the judge says before he is interrupted."Now, wait there a sec judge. Tha wasn't any of my fault! That's all on the Spanish bastard!" Arthur shouts at the judge. The people watching the trail shouts and booed at the mention of the Spanish pirate."Quiet! Quiet! Order in the court!" and with that, the crowd calms down."Continuing on with the charges of Arthur Kirkland. Guilty, of piracy." The judge spits out the word like a curse."To the guillotine. Four days' time at noon." The judge finalizes while throwing down the hammer.And the crowd cheered at the announcement of his death, but of c...

"Have you ever heard of Arthur Kirkland?"You looked up from your novel, and peered up at your friend, who you found staring into your (e/c) eyes, two inches away from your face. You smirked at her, and marked your place in your book. Setting it down in the grass next to you, she asked the same question."Well?" She asked. "Have you?""Have I what?" You asked back, resting one leg atop the other, leaning back on the big oak tree behind you, putting your arms behind your head."Have you ever heard of Arthur Kirkland?" A little annoyance detected in her voice.You had to ponder a moment. You hadn't recalled any 'Arthur'."I..don't beleive so."Roll...

You sighed, looking at the waves of the ocean.Being kidnapped wasn't so bad, at least on your case. But you were bored. Really bored.You spent all your day observing the movement on the ship. The pirates were really busy now that the ship were near a seaport. They needed to buy food, and to sell the stolen things they had. But you couldn't do anything but to sit and watch all day, and, after that, go to bed.- Ye can't help. - said Antonio when you asked to help them - Ye don't even be knowin' how to help, ye're not a hombre .When you asked him "what's an hombre?" he laughed and said:- Man. Ye're not a man.- Ah! But I want to help anyw...

 Your POV Arthur lead us back to his house, Alfred and I followed closely behind in our cars. I was eager to remember that lost memory. The memory of the one who had killed me... I wasn't sure who the killer was going to be. But the thought of it is enough to make my heart ache. As soon as we reached Arthur's house, we evacuated our cars and made our way to the front door. "You know you don't have to remember if you don't want to, (y/n)." Alfred said quietly behind me. "Like I said before, I want to remember." I said with a sigh. "We just don't want to force you into something you don't want to do." Arthur said, leading us into a large lib...

Now, please take a look, at this sad story. Don't forget to have your handkerchief ready. A girl about eighteen years came down to the town of (K/N). It was just a simple and nice on this Saturday afternoon, it was a simple day. People were walking, children are playing. You know like a normal day....without any techie stuff like cellphones, laptops and tabs. Nope, not even tumblr and facebook... You were walking down just trying to keep your headband from the wind, looks like it is getting breezy. Although you were trying to keep it away from the wind. It was nonetheless hard. But suddenly a strong gush of wind started to blow away exposi...

 I walked down the hall, chatting with the three boys, they had promised that they would show me to my first class. Mostly because they all had that class with me. The class was history, which was my best subject. I had always loved history, especially the time of the Revolutionary War. I wasn't really sure why it was my favorite. Sure that was when America was battling Britain for it's Independence, but something about it felt important to me.I had learned a lot about the three boys in that short walk. Francis was from France, while Gilbert hailed from the broken country of Prussia (It's not a country anymore ;-; ), and Antonio was from S...