Warring Fire Ch.7Full Moon and No SunWarring Fire Ch.77 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
The moon was bright and full in the night sky. Katara froze Aang to a tree in the middle of the forest. “Sorry, Aang.”
“Don’t hurt your friends, Katara,” Hama the creepy Southern Waterbending puppet master said. “And don’t let them hurt each other.” Hama crossed her hands to bloodbend Sokka and Aang out of the ice Katara wrapped them in and had them charging toward each other with Sokka’s blade pointing straight for Aang. Both boys were screaming.
“No!” Katara freed them with her own bending, stopping them
Should've Seen The LineShould've Seen The Line11 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
” She said she… wants to see her children.”
Korra had never seen them actually look like children until this moment. Tenzin and Bumi looked up from the wooden floors of the hut as Kya released the hold she’d kept around her shoulders to smother the gasp, but the room was so quiet it seemed like the loudest thing in the room.
Ikki laid a hand on her father’s hunched shoulder, “Daddy-”
Before she could say anything more, he reached up and squeezed her hand.
"Could you… Take everyone outside dear?"
Ikki bit her lip softly and nodded.
Seeing Korra help lift the elderly Pema, Ikki hugged her infant daughter closer to her chest and walked outside behind Meelo and Jinora. The little baby whimpering quietly as the play things bought or made personally with Gran Grans love vanished from sight.
Katara opened her eyes and smiled when Bumi held her door open to let his siblings in; always her polite big boy.
They filed in and kept their eyes to the
Transformers Animated: Anything But OrdinaryTransformers Animated: Anything But Ordinary19 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
The couple was young--somewhere in their late twenties. They sat in two metal fold-up chairs, hand-in-hand, looking around the room. Their eyes traveled from the rainbow colored “magic carpet” to the nearly ceiling tall playhouses--one was an actual house, and the other was a castle--to the many crayon drawings scrawled by the hands of five- to six-year-olds that were taped to the walls. Meeting each others gazes again, they knew they were thinking the same thing: why were they here?
They knew it had something to do with their daughter, but what was the problem? Bay had been nervous on her first day of Kindergarten, yes, but that was expected of any child--especially an only child. Since then, however, she’d been coming home from school, chattering and bubbling about nothing but good things. Things like how Kindergarten was so fun, or this classmate said that or that classmate said this.