TearsShe was the girl with eyes of burnt amber. But her eyes weren't always that way. It came from hiding a truth so harsh that her beautiful eyes had turned dark. She swore she could never fall in love.Tears in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He was the boy with a face shaped like a broken heart. But his face wasn't always that way either. It came from caring so much about someone that his heart was scratched in cruel, manicured fingers, mangled beyond belief. He swore he would never love again.
They met in a spinal corridor. Then in a courtyard. Then in a room which had a broken window. And finally in a doorway that was too small. And she was crying.
Diamond tears from burnt amber eyes. Diamond tears that fell, uncared for, onto the ground.
He finally had to reach out and stop one diamond from hitting the floor. She looked up at him, surprised, almost angry. But before she could speak, his voice, wine rich, half broken like a damaged violin spoke. "Don't waste your tears where no one can see them."
"They mean nothing."
ObsessionIt takes 14 minutes and twelve seconds to walk to your home from mine every day. Your mother never fails to smile at me when she opens the door. I never fail to notice that it doesn't reach her eyes anymore.Obsession in Emotional More Like This
You leave your door open an exact two point three centimeters. I don't think you do it on purpose. There is something wrong with the wood that has left it that way. I pause one foot outside the door and listen to you cough, trying to determine how sick you feel today. I hate that every time I think you are particularly ill, I am always right.
Six months, seventeen days and fourteen hours. That is how long its been since the doctors told us you had an illness. I sat there with your parents, listening to a man who said words like 'terminal' and 'leukemia', and counted the number of times he said 'patient' as if it were your name (Seventeen).
The blood bank says one unit is four hundred and fifty milliliters and I watch as they put the needle into my ar
Thirty Three Percent"What are you doing?"Thirty Three Percent in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I think I finally figured out percentages."
"We learnt those in the third grade."
"Yeah, but we always complained that we'd never use them in real life."
"And you know how to use them in real life now?"
"Eighty four percent."
"That's the percentage of how many basketball matches you lost to me when we were kids."
"That's not fair! You're taller than me!"
"Fifty two percent."
"Is that how much taller than me you are?"
"No. That's the percentage of times you speak out of turn and get into trouble for it."
"Twenty three percent."
"Let me guess, that's how much I annoy you?"
"That's the percentage of times your mother told you she loved you when you were a child instead of the amount she should have."
"Seventy nine percent."
"I don't think I like this game anymore."
"That's how much of your heart loved that guy who broke it so completely callously."
"Look, I'm serious. Stop."
"That's how sure you a
Never AgainThe rain boy had sworn that he would never again smile. His eyes always soaked the oceans with tears from his past and his heart was always dark and locked to anyone who could try and help him. His world had become so bleak and dark, that he stood in rooms of people that were a blur past him and a guitar that just no longer played.Never Again in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So when the sunshine girl met the rain boy, for a second, the world stood still. In that tiny little balcony, where there was only space for two, the sunshine girl asked the rain boy, "When was the last time you smiled?"
The rain boy was startled for a second at someone talking to him, but he answered anyway, "I think it was ten years ago."
"Is that because someone broke your heart?"
"It is because more than one person broke my heart."
"Oh." She paused for a moment, but looked up again, her eyes dancing like star like diamonds "Well, just because someone broke your heart, it doesn't mean that they should become the hero of your story."
The Girl Who Was Afraid To BeShe speaks to me fondlyThe Girl Who Was Afraid To Be in Free Verse More Like This
of passions and talents,
of guitars and stars,
with such breathless intensity
then stops short and
for speaking at all.
All because somewhere in her life,
someone she loved broke her heart
her beautiful words
and telling her to
keep it down,
People aren’t born sad.
We make them that way.
Arcade and the Atomic WranglerThe Courier desperately needed this time. She hadn't looked this nice since storming out of the Lucky 38 to unwittingly have sex with Benny, and although her bones ached, her shoulder panged, and her head was sore all over, she still cleaned up well. At the moment, she was at the card table, giggling into the shoulder of Arcade Gannon, a man she had come to relate to better than any single person in the Wasteland thus far.Arcade and the Atomic Wrangler in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The dealer passed out a new round of cards, and she straightened on her stool, trying to calm herself. Though the Courier had already won a few hundred caps, Arcade was smoking the table, despite having plenty in him to drink. A crowd had assembled to watch his uncanny poker skills.
"It's.....it's all about st..stassticistis...hmm. Sta-tis-ticss." Arcade said knowledgeably, picking up his cards. He tried focusing so hard on pronouncing 'statistics' that his eyes crossed.
"Two Blonds Walk into a ....."Aaron and Jesse were the names of the Kings members who had returned with Rex to the spot in the Mojave where I lay near death. They were the last people I wanted to say thank you to before heading back to Goodsprings. The pair lounged against the wall, pointed out to me by the white-suited King. As the leader of the gang had another bonding moment with his dog before he set off with me again, I sauntered to the young Kings."Two Blonds Walk into a ....." in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They nodded at my advance.
"I just have to say thank you, personally, to both of you. I know what you did wasn't easy."
"No problem," Aaron said, slightly older of the two. He ran a hand through his greased hair. "When you're healthy, you seem to make things happen. And we knew the King wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you."
"You two really took care of me. It was a long travel, needless to say a long stretch from Freeside. You even took care of ban
The Mojave Literally RevisitedThe Mojave Literally Revisited in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
In his plethora of images, Boone saw one final shot; the Courier, his beret perched on her head, her hair billowing out around her, pointed to the side. She was grinning. In the direction she pointed lay Vegas, under a shimmering night sky. She winked at him, green eyes dancing.
He'd promised her, after all, that he couldn't always be there. Reminded her of mortality.
He couldn't always be there for her, with her.
In a choked voice, Boone answered the female's question. "No."
As soon as the words were spoken, the suspension in air was gone, and he was in a smooth free-fall, that same gut feeling returning as he flew away from the bright light and spirits, and slowly, as the world fell away, Boone felt his wounds returning. His arm ached, his side. His shoulder, and his back began to throb, and a tightness in his chest prevented him from breathing properly.
He was breathing?
Arcade had jammed the needle into his lung, des
Dawn came.Dawn came. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Boone had finally fallen asleep, and the Courier had expertly swiped the key from his neck pendant, unlocking the door and slipping out to what was undoubtedly her favorite thinking spot in the entire Mojave, for multiple reasons: Dinky the Dinosaur. She knew part of it was stumbling upon Boone himself up here, but she also remembered seeing it for the first time, a comical testament to the good humor of pre-War citizens, a strange alien structure. The view up here was beautiful when tainted by moonlight, the area secluded, safe and quiet, something most places in the Mojave were not.
Now she rested on her haunches, poking her head out between the two canines Manny and Boone had worn down with their rifle stops. The motel room felt tiny, especially after her strange dream, and looking out on the unforgiving landscape always seemed to calm her for some reason. Especially now, after she'd realized today that this harsh, dry desert w
Dickens by Firelight."Ah, what the hell," Arcade said, dropping the notepad and re-situating himself on his pile of sleeping equipment. On an unmarked spot of land in the Mojave we camped, returning to New Vegas. It was dark, and by the light of the campfire Boone, Arcade and I each had one of my old pre-War books in hand, reading. Arcade had taken Oliver Twist, I had Heidi, and Boone chose Great Expectations.Dickens by Firelight. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Sure you don't want to read this one?" Arcade had asked minutes earlier, waving A Little Princess in Boone's face. Boone had responded by rolling his eyes and jamming his back up against a rather uncomfortable-looking rock, forgoing the blankets and bedroll, grabbing the book. I sat cross-legged by Rex, who slept, not worried about literature or princesses.
When we'd first curled up with the books, Arcade insisted on taking out his notepad and jotting down notes about the story, certain the plot or themes
Operation CHRISTMAS part 1Chapter One: Oh, Christmas Tree...Operation CHRISTMAS part 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"But I don't see why we have to get a real tree," Jun said for the fifth time, dragging his feet in the snow. A normal human would have been bogged down by the eighteen inches of packed white flakes, but the Spartan-III moved easily, albeit reluctantly. "I mean, the folks back at Delta Base use their heads and go buy one from Uni-Mart. Where it's warm." He pulled the thick fur lining his white and gray park closer to his face to block the frigid wind. "And why are we walking when we could have just stolen a snowmobile?"
"Whiny sniper is whiny," Kat sighed. She had on a parka similar to Jun's, but hers had much more fur tacked on, and she wore a white balaclava over her face, with blue sunglasses to shield her eyes. Her boots were horrifyingly un-military, with little poofy furballs hanging on strings from the tops, just below her knees (they'll be much warmer than combat boots, she'd insisted to Carter when she picked them out at the mall in New Alexa
Halo: More than FictionThere are Halo fans, and then there are Halo fans. There are gamers who preorder the game as soon as such an opportunity is available, spend months patiently awaiting its release, attend the midnight distribution to acquire their copy, and rush home to spend hours blitzing through campaign missions. That's devotion, right? Not even close.Halo: More than Fiction in Philosophical More Like This
The Halo franchise has made a hefty impact on culture worldwide, most significantly Western culture, and millions across the globe have experienced the wonder of turning on the Xbox and hearing that timeless, haunting Gregorian melody which precludes the coming joyride. It's only natural that within the fan base there would be people who take the concept of being a "fan" to another level entirely. While many are "Normal mode" fans, these individuals would be best classified as "Legendary," or dare I say "Mythic mode" fans-- those who go above and beyond the call of duty (no pun intended) to express their love for Halo
Excerpt from Firefight -WIP-"So. Remind me whose brilliant idea this was again?"Excerpt from Firefight -WIP- in Short Stories More Like This
Emile punctuated his question with a blast from his shotgun, gutting a Grunt that had actually been running away. He then turned and assassinated the other fleeing Grunt, snapping its neck and throwing the body aside.
"I think it was Kat's. Or Cortana's. They fight over who gets to tweak with the settings," Noble Six told him, scanning the area for more threats through the scope of her DMR. "Looks clear. We should head back into the building-- these guys appear out of nowhere."
"Leave it to Cortana to disable the dropships," Emile groaned, following Six up the hill.
They went in the back way and made a beeline for the ammo refill station. While Emile was shoving more shells into his shotgun, he continued to gripe. "And what's her deal, anyway? I mean, it doesn't even have to be bottomless clip, just regular ole' infinite ammo. I guess she likes running back and forth to this stupid thing."
"She's just trying to make it
Remembering NobleIt wasn't an impending air raid, but it sure sounded like one. The girl moaned and rolled over in her bed, her eyes fluttering open unwillingly. She tried to reach for her alarm clock, but got tangled in her sheets and, in the ensuing struggle to get free, fell out of bed, taking her covers with her. She landed in a heap on the floor and made an "oof" sound, then extricated herself awkwardly and staggered to her feet, finally able to turn the hated device off.Remembering Noble in Short Stories More Like This
It was 6:00 in the morning, still a bit dark outside. The girl drew in a hasty breath as the chilly morning air nipped at her bare toes. She immediately attacked her chest of drawers, pulling out a black and yellow jogging suit and a black tank top, which she put on hastily. She glanced in the mirror and went over to her cabinet, where she took out a jar of hair gel and slicked back her short, wavy auburn hair. This done, she went back to the bureau and put on some socks, then running shoes. Then she exited her room, l
Operation CHRISTMAS pt. 4Chapter 4: Converting the CommanderOperation CHRISTMAS pt. 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"We're ba-a-ack!" Emile sang, after kicking in the door. He marched in, with Jun following, still wiping his red eyes and muttering about a newly developed fear of shopping malls. Jorge, of course, was stuck carrying all the trappings, which consisted of many boxes, bags and random packages.
"What the "
The place was clean. Sparkling. Scary clean. It even smelled like Pine Sol, which was odd, because Pine Sol had ceased production in the 23rd century. At any rate, it was slightly eerie, also because no one was bumming around like usual. The place had been wiped clean and squared away
and decked with holly?
"Ooh! It's like that old song! Deck the halls with boughs ofOW!" Jun screeched as Emile twisted his ear. "Don't interrupt my festive song! And let go of my ear!"
"Ah, you're back," Kat said, stepping out to greet them. Emile's jaw nearly detached itself from his face and fell to the ground. She was wearing a red velvet turtl
In My MindI like to talk to my best friendsIn My Mind in Free Verse More Like This
Whenever i'm feeling down.
A precious lick of happiness
From their sweet and lovely sound.
I cry the tears of melancholy
Upon their reliable shoulders
A kiss among my scars
As the night grows colder.
A feeling of pure pulchritude
As our friendship does prove true
Yes, i confide in my best friend
If only you could hear them, too.
ExistenceTwigs scraping viciously at open woundsExistence in Free Verse More Like This
Stabbing my flesh as I quickly sprint through
A forest so dark, and so cold, and so thick
My heart has been shattered, it’s making me sick
Ripped dirty clothing and blood in my eyes
No one is near to hear my fatal cries
Battling words while I’m battling fists...
How do you fight what just doesn’t exist?
Sick of societyI may live inside my own, twisted universeSick of society in Free Verse More Like This
I may change, sometimes for the worst.
What's normal to me is not normal for you.
Sometimes I just do what I need to do.
Behind a brick wall, I hoped someone would break it
I threw out my heart hoping someone would take it.
But I got tired of hiding and tired of hating
And instead of throwing myself at every guy, I'm waiting.
I'm sick of the person I tried to be
So basically, here I am, I will be me
I'm sick of the hatred, would you not agree?
.. Basically I'm sick of society.
Final Dream of a Filly Ch. 3The funeral was a modest affair. The town gathered up a collection and the mortician was even kind enough to donate a simple black coffin for the sake of holding her. It almost didn't seem real as Scootaloo stared down into the open casket and examined the tiny bundle within. They had done a good job, she admitted. She still only looked asleep, a small smile permanently hovering on her face from her final dream. Scootaloo turned away and cast her gaze to the sky, a sigh causing her to shudder. The weather team hadn't been able to clear the skies. Why, she didn't know, but the day was somber in its muted gray sky that occasionally rumbled with the softest rumbles of thunder.Final Dream of a Filly Ch. 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"It's time, Scootaloo we should take our places." It was the mare who spoke, beckoning the filly away from the casket to stand beside it instead. She had positioned them to watch the approaching procession of friends and loved ones that heavily trod to the filly's final resting place. Upon seeing Applebloom and
Final Dreams of a Filly Ch. 2Scootaloo stared down at herself silently. Regret flooded her as thoroughly as the tears that slid down her face. "There was so much I was gonna do I never found my special talent in life and earned my cutie mark I never thought it would end like this. Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, and I were all going to do it together. This is a nightmare " The thought quieted her. This was a nightmare and that was all that it could be. She rounded on the mare, eyes narrowed. "This is messed up, ya know that?! What gives you the right?! Why?!"Final Dreams of a Filly Ch. 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had been countless centuries of the same question. The mare closed her eyes and thought for a moment, wondering how she still never quite had a good answer. After a moment her eyes opened and extended one of her wings as if to beckon the filly near. "I wish I had a better answer, but this isn't a nightmare, Scootaloo. You you fell asleep and the temperature dropped so suddenly. There was nothing anypony could have done " As s
Final Dreams of a Filly Ch. 4The world felt like it had exploded around her. Suddenly, needles of ice punctured her lungs. The metallic taste of blood tinged her lips and for some reason she was burning alive. In the distance she could hear sirens wailing and terse, anxious voices barking out orders and choppy directions. None of them made any sense and she was being eaten from the inside out with fear. Scootaloo struggled to even remember what had happened that had led to this, but her thoughts were sluggish and she couldn't seem to collect them.Final Dreams of a Filly Ch. 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Only once the world came to a shuddering halt did she realize that she was in an ambulance. Before she could invest in the thought, she felt herself slip from consciousness and she was plunged into complete darkness. It didn't last long - or it didn't seem to. What felt like seconds later she opened her eyes and tried to sit up with a start. Her entire body was convulsing and trembling, but she could feel her heartbeat raging away within her frail chest.
A strong set of
Final Dreams of a Filly Ch. 1The moon was chillingly beautiful. The young filly watched it silently; a rare moment of reverence for her normally exuberant personality. A chill ran through her tiny frame and she pulled the thin material closer around her fledgling wings, trying to trap her frail body heat beneath the scarlet cape and emblem. A smile pulled at the corner of her mouth as her lavender eyes caught sight of the insignia. The symbol glittered in the moonlight, tendrils of frost having begun to collect on the surface of the cape. Winter was coming - and soon.Final Dreams of a Filly Ch. 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Her eyes fell away from the frost as she dismissed it. So what if it was cold? The filly nestled closer betwixt the wooden beams of her residence and closed her eyes tight in defiance. There was no time to worry about that now. Now it was time to sleep. Every filly knew the moon meant that, and even she didn't have the energy to fight its silent nocturne. "Goodnight, mom. Goodnight, dad. I love you " she called out softly. The answer was the sam
Cruel WeddingDo you take this manCruel Wedding in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To be your lawful wedded husband?
No, I never wanted this
Never wanted a man who didn't love me
Never wanted my life planed by others
Never wanted him to want me
To have and to hold
From this day forward
Ripped away from my family
Moved out of my home
Never to see my home land again
The only place I've ever known
I got the worse in this deal
I was sold like a cow
To a pompous insensitive man
Whom I am bound to now
I'd rather be a poor mans wife
If we were truly in love
That is the only gold I need
A love blessed by God above
And in health
The sickness is in his eyes
I can see his dirty mind
That look gives me goose bumps
And sends shivers down my spine
Until death do you part
It's too late for that
I'm already dead inside
My soul died when I was sold
I can barley even cry
I now pronounce you
Man and wife
Please don't say it
Please don't make
Don't Read ThisPlease don't read thisDon't Read This in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Don't read the words I wrote
Not one single letter
Not one single note
Take this letter and burn it
Never open it to see
The words I wrote to you
Of what you mean to me
Don't read my feelings for you
Don't read how my heart breaks
Every time I hear you laugh
Or see your smiling face
Don't read how my heart stops
When you look me in the eye
Don't see the tear stains on the paper
And notice how much I cry
Take this letter and tare it to pieces
Never let my words be known
Leave me in my despair alone
To rep the seeds of which I've sewn
Please don't read this letter
Forget it exists at all
Lock it away in a box
Don't add to my fall
For if you read this letter
And do not feel the same
My world will crumble around me
As I hide my head in shame
You will never read this letter
It will never reach your hands
It will burn in the fire
Crumbled by my own hands
BrokenThere's a broken girl that walks down my streetBroken in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A broken girl I think everyone should meet
Her hair is a mess and her jeans are all torn
And the books that she carries are ragged and worn
She never really smiles cause she's ashamed of her teeth
And no one knows what she sounds like because she doesn't speak
She hides her plain brown eyes behind goggle looking glasses
But no one really cares or looks as she passes
She stays invisible until someone needs a laugh
Then she becomes the victim of every bodies wrath
They laugh til they cry and they all point her way
And smile and smirk for the rest of the day
Til she goes home at night to her drunken step dad
But at lest he's better then the last one she had
At night she reads love stories and writes a few poems
Wondering what it would be like to get out of that home
She dreams the same dream every night when she sleeps
That people will realize beauty isn't only skin deep
But until that day comes, she repeats the same thing
Staying off the ra
I have a dreamI have a dreamI have a dream in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A way to cope
You're not really leaving
It's only for awhile
A week or two at most
And you'll be back with a smile
You would never leave me
You know I couldn't go on
You know what you mean to me
And your feelings are just as strong
I Believe that someday
We'll have a family of our own
Life will be perfect
In our happy home
I believe in angels
And it's plain to see
I believe in angels
And God sent you too me
I have a dream
And it's killing me
Because I know
It'll never be
BusIt was raining heavily. And for worse, a roaring, wild wind was blowing so violently that flew my umbrella off my hands. It was ten to midnight, and I am running on the side of a lonely road. For some strange reason, my car had suddenly stopped twenty minutes ago and there is no way of starting it again. My cell phone had no signal, so I had decided to start running to find a gas station, a house anything or anyone that could help me.Bus in Short Stories More Like This
Twelve oclock. I give up and I consider spending the whole night in my car until I see a light on the driveway, approaching from the distance. Happy, I wave at it until it stops. Its an old, dark blue bus, without rout number or any other type of identification. The door opens. The driver is a white haired man with a shallow look in his eyes.
- ¿Where are you heading?
- Good evening ¿Could you take me to the nearest gas station? My car broke and
- Two fifteen he says with a monochord voice
I look for the money in my pu
Confesión“Hola. Perdón por no haberte hablado en tanto tiempo, pero son raras las veces que siento la necesidad de pasarme por acá. Digamos que no trae muy buenos recuerdos para ninguno de los dos, ¿no? Como sea, hay muchas cosas que quiero decirte. Quizás lo debería haber hecho antes. O quizás nunca, se me hace que te rompo demasiado las bolas con este tema. Bueno, lo importante es que vine, y ya que estamos, te lo voy a decir. Tranquila, no me voy a quedar mucho. Un ratito nomás y te dejo de joder.Confesión in Short Stories More Like This
Hoy me senté a ver el álbum. Ese viejo álbum que tiene las fotos de esa vieja época, cuando jugábamos juntos, ¿te acordás? Na, seguramente no. O sea, yo debo ser el único de los dos con esas inquietudes. O sea, imaginate. Pasaron años de eso. Yo estaba muy distinto entonces. Era más bonito. Pero vos seguís estando igual. Al menos sé que siempre lo vas a esta
Monocoloquio- ¿Hay alguien?Monocoloquio in Short Stories More Like This
-Sí, estoy yo ¿A quién esperabas?
- No, no sé… por ahí había alguien más y tenía ganas de escucharlo
- ¿Qué? ¿Te cansaste ya de mí?
- No, no es eso. Es que tanto tiempo acá, solos, me…
- ¿Te qué?
- …me aburre un poco
- Bueno, es común. Tanto tiempo solo con la misma persona es agotador.
- No, no digás eso
- ¿Por qué? Es la verdad. El ser humano no se hizo para vivir todo el tiempo con una sola persona, y vos lo sabés. Primero es todo entusiasmo, si la persona te cae bien. Luego es vacío. No hay nada qué decirse. Luego es aburrimiento. Que se convierte en bronca. Luego en odio. Y eventualmente uno le saca los ojos al otro con una cuchara.
- Sí, puede ser…
- Más vale que puede ser…
- Aunque no siempre
- Yo no te te
The SuicideI've thought about it many times. I've been told about it. However, I insist. I'M NOT CRAZY. Don't try to talk me out of this. My decision is taken.The Suicide in Short Stories More Like This
I ran away from the hospital. I still don't know how I could make it. What I know is that in the second I stepped out, I haven't stopped running. Not until I got here. To the top of the world. The wind blows and gets inside my lungs, my feet feel the earth under them. A thunder roars in the distance. A bird sings. A last gift.
The rush of the run abandons me. Once more I feel the cancer invading my veins as a corrosive poison. It hurts, I know. But that's... about to finish?
There's a moment of doubt. A foot in the air. A step that can be equally to save as to condemn. Like waiting for a regret. A regret that will never come.
So fast that everything around me becomes a blur. Confusing. So roughly that the winter breeze becomes a hurricane around me.
What should I think about before dying? God? God doesn't exist. He's just a
Yellow Kirby Chapter 0: PreludeYellow Kirby Chapter 0: Prelude in General Fiction More Like This
The intercom on the Halberd buzzed in the middle of the night. "INTRUDER ALERT! THIS IN NOT A DRILL! PREPARE TO DEFEND!" Meta Night jumped up from his slumber. "Hmph, what nerve would inspire anyone to challenge me!?" Before Meta Knight could process this, the Great Galacta Knight busted through Meta Knight's chamber door, and slashed at him faster then Meta Knight could defend. Meta Knights Masked Cracked into two and his true identity was revealed.
"HALBERD IN CRITICAL CONDITION! ABORT SHIP IMMEDIATELY!" The two knights flew to the deck of the ship to confront each other. "I thought I was rid of you!" Meta Knight blared over the roaring engine of the Halberd. "You Should of double checked, fore now I will not just take revenge on you, but this whole solar system!" A click and a voice came from under Galacta Knight's Cloak. "SCAN COMPLETE." "and your DNA was all I needed!" Gal
Dragonite and The Tree of Life: Chapter 6Dragonite and The Tree of Life: Chapter 6 in General Fiction More Like This
Dragonite and Will continued to chase Clay towards a dense forest. They chased with no prevail. Will hopped on Dragonite's back and they flew a rapid pace towards Clay. They charged him and they all fell onto the moist soil of the Dacian forest. Clay dropped a skull and a pokeball. Clay recovered and grabbed his items. Just after Dragonite and Will jumped up.
Clay released the pokemon inside of the pokeball. A stocky blue pokemon came out of the ball. Neither Will or Dragonite knew what the pokemon was. Will stood about 10 feet away from Clay, when he said “You're not really here! It's been a year and a half since the disasters happened! You're dead...DEAD! Coballion, use Iron Head!” The pokemon charged not at Dragonite, but at Will! Coballion sent Will flying into a tree.
As he leaned against the tree Will said “Dragonite, Fir
Pokemon Mausu no Hari-Chapter 4-Friends ReturnPokemon Mausu no Hari-Chapter 4-Friends Return in General Fiction More Like This
"Clay!, I forgot to ask what could you possibly be doing here?" Wizom said "I was gonna start trying to earn badges here with Rogue." The red dyed riolu smiled at Wizom. "I missed you little guy" Wizom said as petting Rogue on the head. "I got some pokemon too!" Wizom sent out Squirmander and Bubble. "No way...those couldn't happen to be from...the dacian region could they?" "As a matter of fact they are, Clay." Clay looked puzzled and it was almost as if you could hear the gears rotating in his brain. "Well I can't figure out how you managed to get into the Dacian region and retrieve the pokemon." Clay finally said. "Oh I didn't get them, they were both gifts." "Oh. Lately I've been studying the Dacian region and it's just overwhelming, I can't figure how to get in or out." Clay said confused "Hold on I have a great idea!" "What is it." Wizom replied "Ok, I'm not trying to retrieve the badges, but just trying to stop Team Boulder...from reaching the Da
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Will and Dragonite continued searching for Clay in the Dacian Region. After searching everywhere, they were lead up to a large mountain. Will hopped on Dragonite's back and flew to the top. As they landed, they both saw a figure in the middle of the mountain top. As they walked towards the middle, a being came into focus. It was Clayton! Clay! I haven't seen you for a year! Where are you seeking shelter?” Clay stared right through Dragonite and Will. He held up a blue orb. The orb started glowing. Clay set it down and began to run, still silent.
With a massive blue flash of light, a blue, four legged dragon came out of it. A roar shook the mountain. Dragonite and Will both knew what it was. “How is Dialga, the pokemon of time here!?” Dragonite asked. “I don't know! Why did Clay release it?” Dialga used Sp
A heart without a beat 2The rogue listened while the rest of the group planned the assault on the Alliance caravan that was carrying the wages for the soldiers in a nearby fortress.A heart without a beat 2 in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was winter and he was grumpy because this made the joints in his legs ache.
Rogue! You are responsible for the healer, the self-proclaimed leader of the group, a blood elf named Lartho, barked in rough orcish.
The rogue just rolled his gleaming eyes while nodding slightly, he hated having to take out healers. It felt a bit low, even by his standards, to kill someone who couldn't even protect themselves if they had the chance.
As they made their way through the snowy bushes surrounding the pass where they would start the ambush, the other blood elf in the group bumped into the rogue as he slid on the icy ground.
Hey! Watch it, Bones! the elf hissed.
Before he could take another step there was a knife against his crotch.
You want me to make a proper lady out of you, girly? the rogue asked, igno
A heart without a beat 6The next hour there was a brainstorm around Beatrix kitchen table. It included tea and biscuits. All good brainstormings should include tea and biscuits.A heart without a beat 6 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Tawnee and Helena was not too happy about the fact that their friend had helped someone from the Horde escape and now was hiding him in her room, but Bunnys brain had skipped that stage and gone straight to the you have an undead living in your room, how cool isnt that stage.
The brainstorm happened on paper, firstly because the girls had problems holding on to one thought for a longer period of time, and secondly because that was how you did a proper brainstorm.
Tawnee was the appointed secretary and had come up with the headline: The escape of Bony which had caused quite a snigger from the bed where Valante had sought refuge with the excuse: Brainstorming is not for me. My brain already rotted away a long time ago.
This had gotten a good laugh from Bunny and even Tawnee,
A heart without a beat 17The woman was watching the rain. There was a fire going on the hearth, and the tea was brewing.A heart without a beat 17 in Fan Fiction More Like This
She was darning sock, and in her lap there was a ragged little cat. From time to time the creature lifted a lazy paw to lash out after the ball of yarn, spinning as the woman pulled at it.
She wears holes in her socks like her father wore holes in his body, she told the cat, smiling happily and rocking back and forth in her rocking-chair.
The old-granny-setting was not her idea. It was the children, and she had always been too weak to tell them No.
Mom, her son had told her. It won't do for a woman your age to run around getting involved in fights, you don't belong on a battlefield any more, even though you want to smite demons.
Then her daughter had looked at her with the sparkling green eyes that had made men go mad from passion.
Mommy. Old Bony would have liked you to sit by a fire and drink tea and darn socks. And then me and Carran w
A heart without a beat 4That evening Helena and the enthusiastic Bunny showed up in front of Beatrix lodgings. She met them in the street as she came from the library and was surprised to see their anxious faces.A heart without a beat 4 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Have you heard it? Has anyone told you? Bunny asked, almost jumping up and down with excitement.
Told me what? Beatrix looked from one to the other and wondered what in the world could be so important.
Helena took her arm and dragged her a little away from the street, behind some huge pots of flowers.
You know that undead, she whispered, her voice filled with worry. He has escaped!
Really? Beatrix wanted to sing and dance and clap her hands, but she managed to let her inner self do the celebrating while she kept a straight face on the outside.
Yes! Helena checked around her, as if she was worried that anyone was listening. The soldiers are searching the entire city, and the gates have been locked down. Theres do
Dragon's Eye Sneek PeekIt was 10 oclock at night at the Toddson residence. Crickets were chirping cheerfully in the warm summer air, quietly playing their soft, familiar tune. A cool night breeze occasionally blew past, ruffling the leaves on the trees for a moment before continuing on its way. A golden retriever sniffed about, looking for some small furry animal to harass. Inside the faded white farmhouse around which all this was happening, a sleepy Maddy Toddson was watching TV.Dragon's Eye Sneek Peek in Fantasy More Like This
While her eyes were glued to the screen, she absent-mindedly fingered the pendent around her neck. She felt the cold silver of the necklace rub across her fingertips; a stark contrast to the strangely warm gem trapped beneath the cage of silver. The gem was about an inch around, and seemed to contain all the colors of the rainbow, and yet have no color at all. She had received it from her grandfather for her birthday; there w
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Year 2006 (49 years later)
There was a faint sound of crushing gravel as the little blue car pulled to a stop in the small parking lot. An aging man got out of the drivers side. He was extremely tall and well built for his age, and his hair was cut short and in varying shades of gray. A thick matching moustache adorned his slender, kindly face. Square glasses were perched on his nose. He reached back into the car, pulled out a simple mahogany cane, and with its help made his way over to the other side of the car.
He opened the passenger door and helped a young girl out of the car. This girl was fifteen years old, and skinny and straight as a twig. Her face was also slender like the mans, albeit much younger and more feminine. Shoulder length, sunflower blonde hair was swept up into a ponytail. She wore a simple white t-shirt and blue jeans, with flip-flops on her feet. Her hands were cov
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It was the summer of 1957, and the night was calm and warm. The storm clouds from earlier were now just a few harmless puffs on the horizon, but the air still held a faint scent of sweet rain. A light breeze danced through the woods just outside of town, rustling the leaves of the oaks and maples and birches. And within these woods were two travelers, seemingly following some unseen path through the growth.
Come on, its just a little bit farther, called the man in the lead. He had short, scruffy, sandy brown hair and wore large, squarish glasses over his big sky blue eyes. He picked his way through the thick underbrush with an air of someone who had done it many time before. The woman behind him, however, wasnt having the same amount of luck.
I sure hope this it worth it, Will! shouted the petite Asian woman as she pulled her shirt free of another branch. I dont know how mu