One day earlier...
Nick had just walked his girlfriend Asami home. Wasn't too hard considering they live right across the street from each other. Nonetheless, Asami gave her boyfriend a big kiss and went into her house. Tomorrow was her and Nick's anniversary and she still didn't know what to get him. It was then by chance that she saw a commercial for a new local shop called Heavenly Gifts that claimed to have items of magical properties. Deciding it was at least worth a look, she drove there to look for a gift. When she got there, she was met by a strange middle-aged woman.
"You are looking for a gift for someone you
"Dave!", Corey yelled. "Could you get that?"
"Sure.", Dave answered annoyed.
Two minutes later, everything changed. Dave never existed and reality was changing. Corey, his parents, and anyone whoever met Dave forgot about him. Corey was an only child. Dave's room was transformed into a guest room and any of his toys that were laying around vanished. The world had changed, yet nothing was wrong. But then Nick said those key words:
"The guy who lives here, Corey Dennis, thinks you're his brother Dave. For some reason."
Then, Corey remembered. He remembered his little ten years-old brother and knew something was wrong. He had memories of the old and current reality, so he knew something had changed. He dashed out of his room and out the door to find his brother, whoever he may be now. Down the street, he saw his rival Nick with a little Asian girl
In his hometown of Pallet Town, the 10 year old trainer, Ash Ketchum, was laying on his bed after coming back from the Sinnoh League. His faithful companion, Pikachu, was sleeping on right beside him. Ash decided to come back to Pallet Town as he travelled Sinnoh for about a year and he wanted to rest before he journeyed again
A knock was heard on his door, followed by a voice that he knew all too well. .
“Ash, honey. I know you are resting, but could you go to the store and pick up some milk? We are all out of it,” His mom said, and not wanting to upset her, he got out of bed and replied back. “Okay Mom, I will get it,”
Ash shook Pikachu a bit until the yellow mouse woke, who gave o
("Great."), Mr. Hyo replied. ("Make sure he makes it up to my office at once.")
Atsushi was at a turning point of his life. For too long he had everything he wanted: money, an immensely successful empire, the respect of all those around him, all that stuff. Yet, something was missing. His business was still strong and even growing, despite the economy. But he had nothing to really motivate himself. No reason to be successful or to wake up in the morning, glad of a new day. Nothing to make all his hard work worth it. He wanted to retire, but he couldn't just leave his empire at the pinnacle of its success and abandon all his employees. He had to put the company into good hands. Jacob Grey was a modest man, brilliant with his business strategies in the West. He may not have known it, but the business decisions he made in Georgia had set off a chain reaction leading to the development of
Role Reversal Hotline
Karen was a single mother to her son Peter. She had adopted him about 3 years ago when he was 6. Now 9, Peter and his mother began to have disputes more often. Much of Peter's friends were better financially, and were able to get more recreation devices, while Karen couldn't afford to much non-essentials. It made Karen sad to see her son disappointed about this, but she had to do what she had to do. This continuous issue often lead to the "You don't know what it's like to be a kid/mom" argument. The latest thing that Peter wanted was the newest game all the kids were playing. It was pricey, but Peter asked anyways. This time, Karen said she would see what she could do, to make Peter feel better. In hindset, it wasn't the best idea, considering she had a feeling she wouldn't be able to wing it. And sadly, this proved true, Kare
A party popper went off suddenly, snapping Sam out of his sleep.
"Happy birthday, Eliza!" the crowd cheered in front of the birthday girl, who seemed less than enthusiastic, despite the smile she attempted to put on. It was Eliza's big day, her tenth birthday, and her aunt pulled out all the stops to celebrate her ascendance into double-digits. The party was being held in a local rec center, decorated as a makeshift ballroom. The girl wore her best clothes, if a little against her will, and all of her "friends" from school and family came to celebrate, some even with presents. However, this did little to distract Eliza from her real troubles.
What real troubles, you may ask? Well, long story short: Eliza's mother died three months ago. Yeah, bit of a downer. Her Aunt Jenny was more than happy to take her up, considering the girl didn't even know her father for more than her first two years of life, which happened to be the last two years of his. Sti
Jacob intended to drive to the mall and see what was there, but a certain store he had never seen before caught his eye. A store by the name of Heavenly Gifts stood out. A store with a name like that, it had to be worth a look. As soon as he go there, he was greeted by a strange, middle-aged woman.
"I can sense you want to
Somewhere in the city, a group of kids were spending their time playing baseball at the park. One of them, a young boy named Dave, was getting into position, bat in hand, and a look of determination in his face. He'd hit a home run, he thought to himself. As one of his friends got ready to pitch, his grip on the bat tightened. The ball was thrown, time seemed to slow down, as Dave put all his might into this one swing...
With a loud clang, the bat connected with the ball, sending it flying far and wide...or so did Dave think. While he had managed to hit the ball, he ha
"Don't you just want to enjoy nature?" Kuroi said, giving him a bright smile while she looked over at Kayr, her slightly older brother.
Kayr sighed. "Yeah, but I'd rather get the camp set up first." he said, starting to move a little faster.
"Well then, race you there!" she said, starting to run, getting a good ways ahead of him.
"Oh no you don't!" he said, running to try and catch up to her.
She ran faster "Haha, Im gonna beat you!" she taunted. When she finally got to the camp site she slumped over a bit and pretended to be old "What took you sooooo long sonny boy?"
Kayr finally got to the camp a minute later. "No fair...I'm weighed down by heavy supplies..." he said, out of breath.
Ku rolled her eyes "Whatever turtle boy." She said, setting her stuff down while she took a deep breath
Kayr sighed and started to set up the ca
“Help! Is anyone up there?!” In a pit that was a couple feet deep, eight year old Haylee screamed out in the hopes of someone hearing her. Climbing wasn’t an option as the walls were too smooth to get a grip. Even if wasn’t, it was too high for the girl to reach the top. With continued shouts getting the same result, Haylee slumped against the wall, bringing her knees in. “Why is this happening to me?”
The girl was from a broken home. Mother had passed away giving birth to her and while her dad was kind to her at first, it would slowly change. Struggles as a single parent had become too much for him and didn’t help that he started drinking heavily. There were many times that Haylee would be the focal point of his alcoholic rages. Would worsen as the years passed and she kept quiet. As silly as it sounded the girl cared about her dad and di
"Daddy, daddy!" Lewis yelled over to his father, Patrick, as he pressed his face against the window of a large red car. "This thing has the keys right in the ignition! All we gotta do is break the window and we got a hot new ride!"
Normally, this would be considered quite questionable behavior from a five year old boy like Lewis. However, he and his father hardly live what one would consider "normal" lives. The father and son duo were considered the Bad Boys of Brooklyn, a two-man mob that lived entirely off of whatever they could steal or just mug off of other people. They had no true home, having to constantly move from one safe-house to another in hopes of one day collecting enough loot to earn them a proper home. Today may not have been that day (despite a rather lucrative extortion of an old man earlier that morning), but gaining a hot new ride was still a pretty good deal. Patrick Thompson knew this well enough to immediately throw a slab of c
The grinning moon overlooking Death City appeared even more manic than usual tonight, its golden glow brighter as it bit down on its bleeding gums even harder. If one attempted to decipher the hunk of rock’s feelings, they could only describe it as excited.
And why wouldn’t it be? The night was All Hallows’ Eve, the night terror was to be expected and weirdness the norm. Witches and monsters walked the streets as openly as the children impersonating them. In a strange way, it was the most peaceful night of the year, amazingly devoid of the usual magic mischief that ran rampant every other day. For one night only, meisters, weapons, witches, and various other freaks of nature put aside their differences to simply enjoy the night they were considered equal.
Except for one scheming witch. Medusa Gorgon was never exactly one to follow traditions, having long ago separated herself from the Witch Order to formulate her own de
Tiffany's hair began to retreat back into her and it became shorter and shorter until it went slightly past her ears. Her nose became less petite and her lips no longer puffed out. Body hair began to grow on her arms and legs to make them more masculine. Her legs growing curves went back to being flat with he
One day, Nick was at home watching TV thinking of ways to hurt Corey without getting into a fight with one of the biggest guys at school. Suddenly, a commercial came on advertising a new local shop called Heavenly Gifts that claimed to have items of magical properties. Nick didn't believe this, but he figured it was worth a look. He drove there and found it filled with strange objects. Eventually, the shop owner, a middle-aged woman, came up to him.
"I can sense you want something out of an other.", the lady rambled.
Question 1: If you were a girl... would your handwriting be nice?
Well, my handwriting is already pretty nice, so yes.
As I wrote down my answer, my writing seemed to become straighter and less crooked. My hands also felt a bit smaller and more petite.
Question 2: If you were a girl... would you like pink?
I guess. It wouldn’t be my favorite color or anything, but I would wear it and maybe have some pink decorations in my room.
While I wrote, my bedspread turned from black to a hot pink, while about a third of my large coll
Matt was known to be a very obsessive Pokemon fan, and a very skilled player. Nevertheless, everyone agreed he was, in the nicest terms possible, 'insufferable.' Loved to gloat, show off, stubborn to the bitter end...the list went on. Many wondered how Jeremy could even be friends with him, but he guessed he just had enough patience to look beyond that. Not that it stopped him from being annoyed by his antics, however.
"Yeah, yeah, can we just get this over with?" he said, holding his 3DS up. "Don't want to waste time before my mom comes to pick me up." Matt stopped his little dance of joy and looked at Jeremy, clearing his throat before grinning a
"Don't get too used to it. We're only here for the mission. Remember that."
"Fine...whatever you say, Captain Buzzkill."
And so continued the eternal altercation between Captain Toshiro Hitsugaya and his Vice-Captain, Rangiku Matsumoto. The two had recently been assigned to a reconnaissance mission in Karakura Town in response to the deaths of several foot soldiers and reports of sightings of a Vasto Lorde-class Arrancar. Obviously, these two occurrences were probably connected, and with an enemy of this level being within such a spiritually dense area, the Thirteen Court Guard Squads weren't willing to take any chances. So, they decided to send immediately deploy two of their highest ranking officers, two that also had the most experience within Karakura Town. Toshiro accepted the mission without so much as a second thought. Rangiku was a bit annoyed at having to be deployed into the World of the Living once again for a lowly Arrancar Hunt, but quic
However, William’s luck actually managed to flip one day while being chased by the “Western Erstfell Wolves”, a violent gang of teenagers that constantly used him for target practice. They chased him all throughout the village and, eventually, through the entire woods outside of it. Considering the boy had also never been outside his village before in his life, he was rightfully scared beyond the limit of ration
He got changed as fast as he could, and didn't stop to wait for her by the showers. Instead Sammy went straight to the main pool. Best to get it over with, he thought, and dived head-first into the deep end.
The shock of cold water was unbearable, but he tried to keep himself warm by swimming, with his best attempt at a butterfly stroke, not knowing all the while that he was being watched.
When he got to the other side, he saw the competitive swimmers in the roped-off area of the pool. There was a guy in a swimming cap who looked about his age, swimming lengths and looking serious. He would probably be going to Sammy's new school.
Determined to prove himself the better swimmer, Sammy pushed off the nearest wall and tried to out-swim the other kid. But after two lengths, he was already tired. He noticed his mom watching from the stands. What was she doing that for?
Suddenly conscious that he had an audience, Sammy pushed off the wall again, determi
"Hello there, nerd," she greets him with.
"He-Hello Brittney," Dennis replied.
"What do you think you were doing staring at me like that over there?" She asked shrewdly.
"Don't lie to me! I saw you eyeing me!" Brittney then proceeded to take the Coke Dennis was drinking and poured it down his shirt.
"Ahh!" Dennis yelped. "What the hell was that for?!"
"For staring at me, you idiot!" She then took out her iPhone and snapped a picture of the soaked freshman before running off laughing.
Dennis just stood there getting as much napkins as was legal to try to clean himself of the soda. He eventu
Name's Jackie. I'm just your usual spunky 15-year-old black girl, living in the suburbs of this beautiful city. Well, I guess there's one more thing to note about me. I consider myself a gamer, but in particular, I'm obsessed with fighting game. There's just something really exciting about beating each other in a virtual environment with incredibly varied characters. In fact, that's one thing that attracts me to these games so much: the characters. I mean, across multiple game series, across platforms, there's just tons and tons of characters, each with their own unique fighting styles, designs, backgrounds, and-!
Ahem...I seem to have gone on a tangent. In any case, back to our story. My parents had gone on a small business trip for the weekend, and after lots and lots of begging and conv
I stop, running a finger through my hair. I shouldn't be irritated at it. I was the one who forced it to make the sound. It wasn't that bad a sound, anyway. I should probably even pick it up and place it in a trashcan. But I don't move towards it. I'm still irritated, still annoyed, still wanting to crush it beneath my fingers until it's unrecognizable as a can. I hate Halloween.
There. I said it. I said what's been bugging me, so maybe everyone will leave me alone about it. Only they won't, even if I say it out loud. They'll want to know why, and then they'll want to try and find a way to fix it, and maybe they'll even manage it. But I probably won't like how they c
"What's wrong, hun?" asked his father, bending down as Leslie resumed his glare. The father backed up beneath it, wiping brown hair from his eyes and blinking in surprise at the ferocious onslaught.
"I look like a bloody five year old!" pouted the boy, his childish expression making comedy of his anger. "I'm eighteen! I'm graduating high school! I shouldn't like like some elementary school reject with a penis too tiny to see!"
"Is that what's bugging you?" sighed his father, shaking his head a little. "You're perfectly normal for a boy of your age and gender as I keep telling you "
Leslie snorted, glaring up. "Like I'm