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The Chronicles of Spectre Dan Episode XXXVIII Battles and Good-byes"Times up," said Paul, "Are you ready to die?""What is your deal?!" hollered Ash, slowly reaching for his pokeballs, "Why join the Rockets?  Why are you so fixated on me?  Why any of this?""Simple," said Paul, also reaching for his pokeballs, "Revenge.  You humiliated me, destroyed my reason for battling.  Now, I'm going to destroy YOU.""Giovanni has twisted your mind.  You don't have to do this.""Maybe.  But I WANT to.""There's no getting through to you, is there?""Shut up, weakling, and fight."Paul called out his Ursaring, Magmortar, Nidoking, and Magnezone."Where's Elect...

Chapter 4 j-j-j-j-j-jThe clicking sound of jewels bumping into each other resonated in the room, being the only sound that interrupted the strange silence. Her bored and empty eyes were fixed on the small object between her fingers as she twirled it around and around, watching the small bells and diamonds flicker with the light on them. Even if she was watching the small stick that was once in her hair, keeping it in place, she didn't see it. Her eyes, dull and lifeless, were fixed on something that was happening deep inside her, the real world giving her nothing of a thrill.She didn't feel safe and she knew that she couldn't space out lik...

Laserbeak was busy refueling, his beak submerged in a small energon cube, when he felt something prod at his CPU.  He gave an annoyed squawk, causing bubbles to form in his fuel, and sent back a burst of thought that essentially said I’m busy, try later before returning to his drink.  Whatever Soundwave wanted could wait until he was at full power, as far as he was concerned.  It wasn’t as if he didn’t have other cassettes to use as message couriers, after all.The presence nudged harder, and he raised his head, energon dripping from his beak.  That didn’t feel like Soundwave.  His creator could be insistent at times, but almost never los...

PainIt started with a long hallway, multiple cells lining it, and two doors. One led to the underground tunnels that were as old, even older, than the Great War. The other led further into the underground facility. The lights were dim, some were flickering. Overall there was a stale atmosphere, stale as the energon spilled onto the floor, and bleak. There were only three prisoners, currently. There was a fourth, but he was the only one that their captors concerned themselves with. The one that they always took through the second door, and given the condition he always came back in, worse than the previous time he had disappeared, they were...

Dwwrider’s Guide on Art Commissions on deviantART (last revised June 2016) Introduction: This guide is based off of my personal experiences of commissioning artists on deviantART.  I hope future art commissioners or artists who take commissions find this information useful.  I’ll try to update this guide once a year and look at the title to see when the last update was. DISCLAIMER: All the information in this guide is a recommendation and results will vary. Table of Contents: Phase 1: Determine the Subject/Topic of the Commission Phase 2: Search for an Artist on deviantART and Other Websites Phase 3: Learn about the Artist’s Commission Ava...

Every time night fell over Anistar City it was a magic moment, especially for a certain person. A little girl awaited anxiously nighttime because she knew that then, either her father or her grandmother would tell her stories that made her dream of adventures she wished she was involved in, things that she hoped to get to experience some day. Those stories made her believe that everything was possible and helped her escape from reality because, at her young age, that little girl was holding out for a hero.“Dad, tell me again that story from last night!” The little girl was already tucked in her bed, her eyes sparkling like the city’s sundi...

“Actors… I don’t like actors. It’s a profession based on lies and disrespect . Pretending to be what you are not.” -Emperor Augustus Caesar in conversation with the actor Lycius as transcribed by Neil GaimanAcross the pond at the turn of the sixteenth century, there was a writer by the name of William Shakespeare. This writer was known throughout the land for tales of love, tragedy, and royalty. One such play, which we’ll be discussing in this humble paper, was known as Hamlet. It was the tale of a young prince whose father had recently died under strange but seemingly natural circumstances. However, there were some dubious details su...

     April 10th, 3:20 pm     Big Bang Burger, Shibuya    ---Music: Maya Fey ~ Turnabout Sisters Theme 2002 ---     "Look, Nick! I'm the Captain now!" Maya declares proudly, puffing out her chest to display the fancy badge she just won for completing the Big Bang Challenge. How she ate that massive burger, I'll never know...     "That was honestly one of the more impressive things I've seen in my life, I'll admit," I smile at her endearing antics.     Carefully holding both sides of the rocket-shaped badge with the edges of her fingertips, she adjusts the angle back and forth, probably enamored by the way the light in the room reflects of...

Note: I do not own Trigun / Vash "the Stampede" or Luida of Seeds: they belong to the incomparable Mr. Yasuhiro Nightow. "Broken Memories" is dedicated to:Everyone who has survived nightmare-inducing circumstances,And their friends who care enough to provide a safe place when they need one. "Broken Memories"Chapter 5: A New Day Date: Unknown Location: Seeds Village Vash struggled to crawl, as the unfeeling sands slipped about beneath his hands and knees, and then out from under his forearms and knees. He had to get far enough away from that town to be unnoticed by any of its citizens when daylight arrived. He was so tired... his arms ...

my future, her past. | your firsts, my lasts : an eleven/river (doctor who) fanfic project. 13 ficlets paired with 13 songs.01. The Civil Wars : To Whom It May ConcernI missed you But I haven't met you Oh but I want to How I doHe still won't tell her who he is, exactly. Just the Doctor. He says it as if it should be obvious. As if people just swan into your life every day with buckets of self-confidence and impossible legs akimbo, knowing every little thing about you, a daft smile slapped across a daft face. It's a face that makes her think of statues, monoliths, crude pagan carvings that are all sharp angles and unsophisticated lines. ...

I woke up. Staring at my ceiling. My phone was exploding with texts from Amano… I couldn’t even find Chiaki’s text she always sends me in the morning, due to the flood of messages Amano sent me… I sighed at my phones intense vibrations… One after another… “Shut the hell up, god damn it!!!” I screamed out loud. It’s 1 in the fricken morning. I should be texting or skyping Chiaki!!! And how the hell did he even get my number!? Well… He does have his future diary on me… Maybe he got it from that..? I sighed out loud as my phone kept buzzing. “Just please stop…” I groaned out loud. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I began my walk to school alone. Chiaki was si...

To Previous Chapter To The Beginning ----------------------------- HOPSOVA VISITS ACORN PRESS While on a seemingly impromptu visit to Acornia, Nordfrezia’s rabbit president Mila Hopsova has called into the headquarters of the western branch of national newspaper Acorn Press. Hopsova met with managing director Tim Kernelstein, reporter Joe Grizzle and recordist Mal Roebuck - all directly involved with Acorn Press’ government-endorsed interview investigation into Happy Tree and its citizens. A press mob greeted the Nordfrezian President and her guards outside the building, where Kernelstein expressed his gratitude for Hopsova’s inter...

* This is an incomplete work. I have nowhere else to put it, and don't want to lose it if my laptop fries. It is about 60 pages in 3 parts, with some research information added in for my use that needs to come out.CARAVANSOnce there was an old Persian King. The King decreed that from all corners of the land the scribes and the scientists should assemble to produce a tome of great knowledge: a thoroughly complete history of all of mankind. Ten years later ten caravans of burdened camels arrived at the King’s palace loaded with books, but the King ordered them away, saying,“The number of books is too great, all of this can’t be read.”Another...

December 18, 2009Surviving despite the New World"What will you say?" Cormac McCarthy asks. "A living man spoke these lines? He sharpened a quill with his small pen knife to scribe these things in sloe or lampback? At some reckonable and entabled moment? He is coming to steal my eyes. To seal my mouth with dirt" (McCarthy 261). There will be no historians at the end of existence, none to analyze the tales that came before, to explain the narratives of suffering and why they are considered important. All that will be is what will exist until then, and whatever is rumored to come after. The stories of the man and the boy of The Road will not ...

                    THE MYSTERY OF THE VANISHING HATBOX A Haunted Mansion story CHAPTER ONE: Mystery of the Hatbox From the Hatbox Ghost's point of view: Where am I ? It's dark here… Darker than usual ! Normally, we have at least enough light to see the doombuggies… I see nothing but black… Let's make a few steps…Oops ! Ouch !@#$*€£`% Constancesque junk ! Why has she got to put all that in the middle of my way ! Am I alright ? I hope I haven't broken my nose again… My… MY NOSE ! MY FACE ! I can't touch them ?!? I suppose my head's in the hatbox, then… Let's see if I can glow a bit to lighten things up… The hatbox ? SOMEONE STOLE MY HATBOX ...

Chapter 9: Dark Half "Well brother, it seems that the Council will be making its decision soon. I promise you, I intend to make a lot of changes around here if I am made king. This place needs it, or we'll be left behind. And don't worry so much. We'll see if you can join the Knights you so admire. It'll be their decision, but I'll see if you can be given a chance. You were always the little warrior of the family."A voice in the darkness of his dream."It's alright, brother. I know what I'm doing. This one won't be able to influence me. I promise you, I will not align myself with darkness."A whisper of memory."Run, brother. Find the Knights...

  “Here we go again, everyone.” The chatter surrounding him died down as Quiver Quill prepped another set of flashcards and took in the gathered ponies and humans. “Time for another Q and A session…” He paused as his sight came upon a trio of outrageously-dressed teenage girls, each one with a ruby pendant about their necks, and his eyes narrowed dangerously. “What are you three doing here? Your story isn’t even finished, much less posted.”  Adagio Dazzle smirked from her seat as she treated the folding chair no differently from a throne. “Loopholes, stallion. The story might not be up yet, but there’s previews out for it.” She gave him a ...