The ResistanceI was walking with him side by side down the dry, dirt road. This was the only way out after THEY took control. They had sealed all exits on all boundaries of the city. Except one. The one exit that wasn't guarded, with large men holding AK's ready to shoot anything that dare move, was this dirt road. The reasoning was simple. If you took that road, you'd die anyway.More Like This
The desert at the end of the road was so vast that navigation was impossible. You'd be lucky to last more than a day. But THEY didn't care. You weren't complying to THEIR rules. So it wasn't worth THEIR time or effort.
Believe it or not, it wasn't always this way. There was a time a few decades ago, when there was no "THEM". Their little group hadn't been established yet, and the diversity of the world was what kept it in harmony with itself.
But then one day, it all changed when HE came to over throw all rulers. There was mass s
points for fanfic commissionsI'm looking for writers to write fanfics around a particular situation for info on that please see the rest of this entryMore Like This
here is the low-down:I hire people to do situiational fanfics in which all the girls from what ever series you pick from the list are placed in a situation where they are hungry but have no food they express their hunger every 3-5 sentences
give or take by doing a 3 action sequence that goes like this: stomach growls-girl rubs/pats stomach-girl complains of hunger they don't get food till the end of the story
lidt of series to choose from:
DC comics and all other media such as:
Batman The Brave and the Bold
Super Best Freinds Forever (or other DC Nation shorts)
Marvel comics and all other media
Phineas and Ferb
Billy and Mandy
Ed, Edd N' Eddy
The Powerpuff Girls
The Life and Times of Juniper Lee
ClementineClémentineMore Like This
I had a bad day, Clémentine thought as she quietly slid closed the door to her apartment in Marseille, France, where she attended medical courses at Aix-Marseille University. She slipped her shoes off and unwound the red cashmere scarf from her neck. Her feet led her to her usual place in the pink armchair across the living room. She slumped down in the chair, her socks gathering on the tan carpet beneath her feet. It doesn't bother me.
"Clémentine, you're home," Cameo said as she emerged from the hallway behind Clémentine. The words came out as if Cameo was letting Clémentine know that she had arrived, and they were not pleased and did not resemble a greeting of any kind; they were more like the words a snake would speak if one ever could speak.
"Yes," Clémentine answered dryly.
"We had a bad day today."
"Yes." Clémentine heard the central heat in her apartment come on as the temperature inside dropped. Cameo slid soundlessly