Ramsay-the-Bastard

The queen clenched her fists in impotent gesture. She was in hands of this beautiful creature that was Nashim and he knew that. He could tell the king, do what he pleased with her son...that thought was too terrible to even think about it. Queen heard a lot of terrible things about this child who were adult. He tortured, murdered and plotted in many ways but her lord husband was amazed by his charm. Maybe it too was the job of Nashim? She fell on her knees before little kid he was and looked at him with anger mixed with begging in her eyes. "Nashim..." "Don't call me my name, Your Highness. I am Lord Rission for everyone, even for you, my

First at all, I know that old George doesn't like fanfiction. But I just had to write this, it was tormenting me with hot knives. Also, English is not my native language, so please bare with it. Hope you enjoy.... ----- The first thing that he saw was burning Winterfell. Screaming people, running horses. Fire everywhere. When he realized that it isn't happening, he opened his eyes and looked into bleak darkness. For a moment, he didn't feel his body, it was like his mind was drifting in the void, not connected to anything. He still heard the screams, still smelled the burning flesh. But after few minutes he realized that he is chained. He s

When I'm alone, I have the impression that the world is running out, that runs in front of me, do not stop even for a moment and I am staying away in the back, thinking of meaning of life, the meaning of existance When I am alone, the world loses colors and takes the color of old lace that had long since lost its luster And I see through this lace every minute of my life every moment When I'm alone, sometimes I think about you You are somewhere on the border of perception, where the eyes can not see I am almost sure that I miss, although we will talk again soon It's more than scary ... I am a strange man, without time, without the vision b