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DP: What's it Feel Like...Title: What's it Feel Like to be a Ghost (SongShot)DP: What's it Feel Like...6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Rating: T
Summary: When Danny finally decides to tell Sam how he feels about her, it's the greatest day of his life. Until something completely unexpected happens, and Danny faces the possibility of losing Sam. Forever.
Author's Notes: What's it Feel Like to be a Ghost is by Taking Back Sunday from the album Louder Now.
For challengeAUTHORITY, a great sounding board. Thanks for tolerating my tendency to share ideas when I have no one else's ear; it kept me from dying of plot-bunny-itis. :D
What's it Feel Like to be a Ghost
And then you said a little more about your dreams, like it was
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In fact, the gang did have a Minivan handy. A beige Volvo with grade school bumper stickers on the rear. Guess some Soccer Mom got lost in the wrong end of town. But it also had the multiple bench seats in the back, which would allow for all the girls to be able to get to safety. A female ganger came with the van, but her leathers and, apparently, self-inflicted mohawk haircut appeared as anti-Mom as possible.
Felix rode with her, curling up in the passenger's seat of the suburban vehicle, growling at the driver. He'd keep her honest. I laid Debbie down in the bucket seat of the 'Rabbit, and strapped her in.
Shadowrun: On The Hunt 3Shadowrun: On The HuntShadowrun: On The Hunt 35 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 3
It took all my willpower not to roar with laughter. I’ve dealt with Shapechangers for decades, but never driven with one. It was honestly the most hilarious thing I had seen since that horrendous day when my wife died. Here I was, in a hot ride, with a Wolf Shapechanger who was hard as ferrocrete, sticking his head out the window, tongue hanging out the side, happier than a puppy with a new chew toy and a tummy rub. In Wolf form, it wouldn’t have attracted any attention, but he was Furless at the moment, so we got the occasional look.
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Chapter 2
Of course, anyone who truly knew me wouldn’t ask that question.
Jonathan Jonah Johnson was a good, honest person, widower, semi-retired. Not to mention independently wealthy from having his company bought out, and investments since then. That’s the official record. The reality of my situation is much darker, more sinister.
In the Light, I am Jon Johnson. In the Shadows, I’m Mister Johnson. The nom de plume used to hire people that don’t exist, to do jobs that never happen, and pay with money that doesn’t show up on any ledgers. The paymaster to Shadowrunners, the common term
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A is for Asuma, the guy with the knives,
With his chain-smoking habit he endangers young lives.
B is for Byakugan, the whitest of eyes
It sees all directions and is never surprised.
C is for Choji, but don’t call him fat,
He may be big boned, but he likes it like that.
D is for Danzo, the leader of Root
For things like emotion he won’t give a hoot.
E is for Ebisu, the master of education
Closet perversion is his aberration
F is for Fandom, the Naruto obsessed
I’m in that number, as you may have guessed
G is for Gaara, the Ninja of Sand,
The grains of the desert are his to command
H is for
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Core Worlds
Macragge Konor Prandium Calth Espandor
Iax Quintarn Tarentus Masali Talassar
Parmenio Firestorm Gathis II Newfound Lorin Alpha
Mancora Ithaka Vilamus Honourum Orpheus Prime
Cyclades Epsilon Cyclades Kappa Armato Sabatin
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“I’ve got a debt to repay, I ain’t going to cry… I’ll put a gun in your face, you’ll pay with your life…” I sang as I moved down the dirty streets of the Redmond Barrens, dancing along. My Commlink was sending the song directly to my ears, all the while not blocking out the remainder of the situation on the street. The Classical music soothed me as I moved, sliding around like I was on greased soles.
And the words of the song were as true today as they were back then. I smiled and cued the ‘link to mute the music, and approached the person I had been hunting f
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Chapter 5
“So what do gangers taste like, anyhow?” I asked Felix as we walked back to the Jackrabbit. The neighborhood had barely noticed our presence, the Bouncers being pretty much the only exception. A bit of a brawl like this had only whetted my appetite for more socially unacceptable violence for a good cause.
“Alligator is the closest that I can compare it to, only tougher. Not as well fed. Slight hint of chemicals. Spicy aftertaste.” Grandpa had always warned me about questions I didn’t want answe
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Chapter 4
While my C-N Jackrabbit was a sweet ride, its back seat leaves a lot to be desired. It had limited legroom, seatbelts that were next to useless, and a short seat that an Elf’s skinny Hoop would slide off of. I would have fallen into the foot well while my attention was focused in the Matrix if I hadn’t been stopped by the bucket seats in the front.
“Will you quit chasing cars!” Jet bellowed at Felix, who was yipping in pleasure at driving, “I know we’re not supposed to go in any set pattern aside from this signal thing, but still…”
“Still, it’s time to
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Chapter 1
It started with a woman. All the good stories do. She was beauty personified. She had the face of an angel, and skin of porcelain. Her body was toned and taunt, with long limbs that you just want wrapped around you. Her dress was immaculate, a skirt-suit that accentuated her appearance. And her eyes are as pure green as the Emerald Isle, and they looked right into your soul.
Actually, her eyes did peer into your soul, as she wasn’t human. She was a spirit of some sort, summoned by a magician years ago, and found her freedom through some manner. This usually spelled death for the magician in qu
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