Be a Good Boy, un. Chapter 01Be a Good Boy, un!Be a Good Boy, un. Chapter 017 years ago in General Fiction
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By: Anjel Rocker
It had been his shopping day in the town closest to the caverns, which he lived with the other members of the notorious band of missing nin called the Akatsuki. He was running back to the caves with two tickets in his hand, forgetting the grocery bags back at the village, where he had won the tickets. Going into the cavern, he danced and twirled, dodging all the tricks and traps to keep out door-to-door salesmen and Girl guides selling cookies. They usually found the cookies later on the dead bodies and took them, without paying.
Never the less, the orange masked Akatsuki was very excited as he found the hidden rock in the dead end of the cavern. Pushing the button, the door lifted to reveal a cozy looking living area that was complete with all the comforts of living in a normal western style home. The wallpaper was red with white swirling clouds and the ground was tiled black with the white outlined Akatsuki cloud.
There was a
Of Ice, Roses, and Lies 09Of Ice, Roses, and Lies 096 years ago in Fan Fiction
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Lexaeus looked up from his book, glancing at down at Zexion. The younger was reading a book of his own across from him, sitting in an old couch that dated back to their days at Radiant Garden. It was old and softone that Ienzo frequently sat upon in the break room. Many memories were within the soft, worn leatherLexaeus could trace the mars and tears as fluidly as he could look dart through mechanisms, memories of each could be recalled within an instant. One such marka burn upon the arm of the chairwas made by a cigarette of Dilans. Dilan was distracted by Braigs ineptitude in the kitchen (the first time he had broken the coffee machine and far from the last, if Lexaeus remembered correctly) and he forgot about the smoldering cigarette within his hand.
Is Four approaching yet?
+APH FIC+ Away From the SunAll Russia could see anymore was darkness. Like his own personal sun had been snuffed out, leaving no light for him to move by, no light to see where he was headed. He was unsure where each step would take him. If he would be safe, or if his choice of action would send him tumbling into a never ending precipise.+APH FIC+ Away From the Sun5 years ago in Fan Fiction
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Where had his sun gone? Why had it left him? Where was every ounch of assurance that Russia had ever had?
He was scared, horrified even. He could so easily turn to ruin with just one wrong move. He was scared to move. He didn't want to make the deciding error that would kill him.
He could leave that to his leaders, as he had for over 70 years. They knew what was right for him. Lenin, Stalin, Malenkov, Khrushchev, Brezhnev, Mikoyan, Andropov, Chernenko, and now Gorbachev. They had known what was right for him. He could blindly follow their lead and not worry if his own actions would be those that would bring him down.
Did he need his little sun back? Did he need his driving forc