Monster Hunter Fanfiction: Chapter 1Author's Note: Hi guys, I'm finally getting back into the flow of writing fanfictions. I have decided to write a brand new series. It is dedicated to my love of the Monster Hunter series by Capcom. I really don't know what sparked this idea. Maybe it was because I have been playing a lot this week because I'm done with school. Anyway, thanks for reading, and enjoy!Monster Hunter Fanfiction: Chapter 1 in General Fiction More Like This
- Kimiko's P.O.V -
"......." I opened my amound-shaped brown eyes, and sat up. I looked around at my surroundings. Green grass was growing with patches of brown dead grass, tall, majestic mountains towered over the soft hills, and the blue ocean below me was sparkling because the moon was shinging brightly as to welcome me back. "I'm back..." I whispered. "I'm back home...." I stood up and walked back to the old, wooden bridge that lead back to the village. When, I returned, I decided to retire to bed. I put away my heavy armor in my box, leaving only a simple
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Few days later...
Bella:No training...No fun thing to do...NOTHING TO SMASH!!!I NEED TO HIT SOMETHING!!!
And right then A wu sister came.
The wu sister:Why not try me...
Bella turned and stood in a battle position...
Bella:Well it has been days since I hit something...Lets see if you can beat me...
She attacked the wu sister without warning.Bella tried to attack the wu sister with her fire chi but she was to fast, but it was quite opposite.The wu sister then used the nerve attack...And Bella was paralyzed.
Wu sister:Sisters will be happy to see you...AHAHAHA!
She quickly used an attack that your opponent forgets a memory...And the sister decided to make Bella forget who are her parents.(What was she up to?)When the wu sister took Bella to her sisters, the sisters were quite angry at her.
The oldest wu sister:What were you thinking?That a little girl will help us kill Master Tigress?
The sister who took Bella:We can use her to attack them...Dont you know whos daughter she is?
Ends of LoveThe angel of love is burned at the stakeEnds of Love in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A price to pay her mistake
As the fire burns her silken skin
Her heart blackens from the anger within
As her anger grows the world slowly dies
Light turns to dark and hides the skies
Where love lived, replaced by hate
Damning our world to this darkened fate
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The strange feeling came over the tigress Penumbra once again. Her paws tingled, her charcoal hair rose as if electrified, and her body felt faintly as if it were being constricted by the air around her. She flicked her ears in irritation, but she was too used to the phenomenon to express actual alarm. She didn't even bother to raise her head off of her single broad foreleg. The sensation would pass, as it always did, and she paid little mind to it.
It was the water leaking from the rusted pipe above her head that caught her interest, though. She had been absent-mindedly watching the pure water fall, drop by drop, from the peripherals of her vision. Now the rhythmic, predictable dripping slowed until it stopped. Then, in defiance of every law of fluid dynamics that Penumbra knew, the drops of water began to rise from the floor and slip back into the pipe. Penumbra stiffened and swivelled her head to watch.
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The Count, the Princes brother, and the Prince himself
All cried shame upon me, yet I confessed, truthfully
That I spoke not to any man that night.
Yet still they cast their shame upon me
And before all those in attendance they shamed me.
My own father hath wished me dead
And Beatrice doth stand beside me yet alone,
For none else shall stand beside me, so great this shame.
How is it that a thing so simple as vows of marriage,
Could turn and twist so cruelly upon oneself?
I admit myself wooed by the Prince in the name of Claudio
And profess my desire to have wedded him.
Yet by some twist of Fate, instead, so it seemed,
I was doomed to spend my years living as dead.
At least some light hath come out from this dark nightmare of mine,
For my cousin and Benedick have once more claimed love
For one another. Really, twas not so hard
To deceive them into love once more.
Indeed, could not have been done, were not there
Still feelings for eac
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To take away the tender heart,
A way to be free,
Of the lies, misery,
To be broken,
But no longer lost within me,
If only you could know,
About this shattered world,
Begging to be whole,
How it creaks and it groans,
Saying save me,
But afraid to let go,
To trust in another soul,
If only you could see,
The tragic eyes of the diseased,
Or the parasitic life form that feeds,
On the backs of the broken,
And hearts of the weak,
If only you could cure me,
Your face is unmasked,
Guard unwillingly dropped fast,
Pulled to the breaking point and thrown back,
They say it stings like whiplash,
When your insides are ripped back,
Torn from internal injury,
Leaking where no one can see,
Reeking of decay and rotten meat,
Spilling out your guts so eloquently
Once I had..Once upon a time..Once I had.. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Once I had a little dream,
and in it
I had you,
but as dreams do,
it fell apart,
and left me feeling
Once I had a world of hope,
and in it
we could be,
forever in love and
Now I have no hope at all,
to keep me warm.
I sit alone,
holding a heart that's
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nor anywhere else that es importante
or so they say
Trapped as I am
in the Borderlands of la frontera
I am therefore invalid
just a combination that amounts to
nada in their eyes
I lack the authenticity
the privilege to misrepresent my people
the historia of my ancestors
the honor of denying
in favor of sólo una parte de mí
so full of blind beggars
holding cups empty of acceptance
seems flanked by bars
but in my desperation
I look closer
Are the bars to keep me in
keep them out
separate and segregate
the negro y blanco from
the Other that I am
eliminate all shades of grey
The stark contrast
leeching the detail
stealing the beauty of a spectrum of
marks my view of the world
a world which is
nor anywhere at all