Eeveening mealShivering, you walked across the crisp, frost-covered grass, looking miserably at the ground. You had left your winter preparation way too late this year. Every other Buizel at Lake Verity had already turned in for the winter and you were still rushing around collecting berries. You couldn’t wait to settle down into your warm nest, away from this stupid weather.More Like This
Winter! What was the point in it? You had too much to do in life to spend a quarter of it sleeping. You folded your paws and continued to shiver as you made your way over to the lake’s shore. Just a little further, you stepped gingerly over to the grassy verge at the lakes edge before springing into the air and down into the lake below.
Dazed, you lay face down on a hard surface, you whole body was stinging. Painfully, you put your paws in front of you and sat up. What was this!? Lake Verity was wearing some sort of solid sheet. Miserably you rose to your feet and looked down in astonishment at the freezing t
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It was a peaceful day in Mushroom Kingdom. Mario, that famous plumber, once again defeated the mighty Bowser, sending him back to Bowser Castle. It always seemed the same: He'd make a plan to conquer the Kingdom and kidnaps the princess. Then Mario and/or Luigi comes along, take out all his goons, survives his traps, beat up his son Bowser Jr and defeat him, saving the kingdom.
During the last conflict, Bowser Jr was hurt really bad, and is recovering in the Koopa Hospital. Bowser was sad about his son's injuries. He was also mad at Mario for doing this to him. Fulled with angry, hatred, sadness, and desire, Bowser made a promise to his son that by the time bowser jr can leave Hospital, the kingdom would belong to them.
The series of events leading to that promised moment began when Bowser returned to his empty throne room, No peach, no son, just him.
"ARRRRGGGHH! How is it that Mario allows beat me?! I set my best traps, but he beats 'em! I send my
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Written by Kye Doyle
You ever see those shows on Saturdays in the late 1900's, most likely a cartoon? You see how much life and common sense just bends and breaks, giving way to a whole new reality? You ever see that pussycat chase around that mouse until he slams into something hard and bounces back as a coffee table? That, my friends, is just the beginning of transformations.
My name is Kye Doyle, and I'm a Softie. A Softie is a person or living thing whose body structure matches the factor of light body fat to goo. Being a Softie is like the next generation of cartoonism. What you may have seen on television is nothing compared to what I am. The ability is an art and passion of mine, and there are so many benefits from it.
Let me start with how it works. The anatomy of a Softie works on a scale of softness, relative to a scale of 1 to 100, where 1 is hardest and 100 is goopy. On that scale, I am 90, so my body structure is v
Forest Run"Common, please?" I begged for the umpteenth time.More Like This
"Know what," My mom said, giving a surrendering sigh. "If you pay for it, feel free to go."
I jumped up, giving a silent cheer.
I ran into our computer room, bought some plane tickets and reserved a hotel.
I suppose I should give a slight explanation.
My name is Ryan.
For the past month, I've been hearing that a ruin in South America that my friend went to recently.
He said it was amazing, so I just had to go.
I've been begging my parents to let me go.
And I've finally just worn them down.
The next day I was in the airport.
Some people were giving me strange glances.
I could tell they weren't from here, though.
The people that were from my state could care less.
It was normal for a kid my age to go on trips alone.
I was getting frustrated as the flight schedule still had the "Delayed "sign on them.
I almost jumped up when it finally flashed "Arrived".
When I was allowed to board, I ran right to my seat.
When I had all my