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The wonder of flightAs the morning sun began to rise over the grand plains, Darin would slowly come to consciousness. Still snugged warmly against the Talonflame, he'd let out a yawn and open his eyes blearily. Slowly blinking away the sleep he'd look upwards, taking a moment to recognize the large bird. It's eyes were closed, the large pokemon breathing softly in it's sleep; placed next to Darin would be his familiar, the sword's eye still shut. Getting up slowly and carefully so as not to wake the two of them, he'd walk a small distance away and stretch, watching the sun as it continued to make it's way through the sky. That had to have been the best he'd slept in a good while..a full stomach, and something warm and soft to sleep against. He'd purse his lips, thinking hard for what to do next..if they were going to have any chance of winning, he'd need to figure out how to ride it somehow. The thief had his doubts that careening through the sky in it's talons would count towards a mount competition.
Learning bit by bitAct would be angrily pacing -or rather floating- in a circle around Darin as he lay in the grass, slowly calming from the flight. Honestly when the bird had come at him in the way it did, he'd thought it was an invitation. His plan was to grab onto it's legs and see if he could climb onto it's back from there as it flew. Little did he expect the large bird to snatch him up like a piece of prey and take off with him-though at least it seemed like it wasn't wholly interested in eating him. It'd just dropped him in the grass, and landed nearby, neatly preening it's feathers as if nothing were out of the norm for it. As startling and scary as the moment had been, he did have to admit a touch of thrill to the little trip..he'd never been that high, or gone that fast before. Sighing, he'd sit up and rub his head, glancing over to the bird. It had chosen to stand in place, sharp eyes watching Act as it circled around him.
He'd turn his eye to the agitated familiar, deciding to break whatever
Silence in the midst of screamsTime was running out. He could feel it, screaming, clawing..edging at every fiber of his being. The demon's mentality, his one remaining shard of who he had been lay within his cracked mind. Watching with a dread as everything lined, as his existence would slowly be diminished. If not the next soul devoured, it would be the starvation, that ended him. Any more pressure upon his already shattered mind, would have the shard be no more, a spiraling insanity would only remain. As it were on the surface...anxious, paranoid..fearful of everyone, and thing. Obsessive to the point of compulsion and actions driven by colors and nothing but the remnants of himself. He could only silently guide and hold the hope that his body would comply through his mind's disarray. Yet, as the time passed...he would find no solution to the issue at hand. How, could he survive without consuming the souls of contracted humans? It'd been unheard of by the demon thus far for such a thing to be. His search had been
9 years and 10 monthsConfusion, yelling and fear. Small arms reaching in desperation, a swift and loud CRACK, followed by the thump of a small body hitting the floor. Silence, as the storm slowed and ended, the small form being looked upon in contempt before the assailant would drop the heavy bottle and saunter off, leaving the small boy alone on the floor. As his consciousness left him, and the blood flowed freely from the wound upon his head. Coating and soaking through the already bright red hair darkening it and sinking into the carpet upon which he lay..confusion would riddle the boy's mind..why had this happened..? His consciousness would only return fleetingly as his father would return from work, his worried voice yelling, calling to him..he felt himself cradled up into the man's arms as the older Octillery attempted to get what had happened from the younger boy. The boy's eyes..fogged over and riddled with confusion would only stare back blankly. What happened...a slow blink. His mother had beaten
Tick, tock...goes the clockTick, tock...
goes the clock
goes the clock
goes the clock
I can't escape
goes the clock
a never ending symphony
why can't it ever leave me be?
goes the clock
in the back of my mind,
even if my ears cannot hear it
goes the clock
there is no place here,
that the ticking does not haunt me
The agonizing stress,
it makes me a mess,
when will quiet be found?
Not even away...
it's always at play
try to break them away,
remove the battery..
but there are too many, the ticks and tocks won't sway
the stress they cause is too much to carry
and so...the panic arises
a mess left to be messier,
but still...the faint..
of the clock.
How he won his homeWhispers were carried on the wind that night...whispers of the king and his tree. "The king is getting old..the king may die soon." "Who will get his home when he's gone?" the many voices of the forest's inhabitants asked one another quietly, careful not to disturb the old Nidoking in his place. "That tree is the best in the forest...it has many places to hide, many places to live." the voices would continue on, very well aware of the one listening in the shadows beyond the bushes, but paying no mind to the worthless scrap. HE certainly wouldn't be a threat to their plotting or planning, the runt couldn't fight and didn't have the bravery to go against king. They, on the other hand...or anyone else here could contend this treasure. "Should we challenge him now, while he is weaker in age? Or wait until he simply dies of his own?" they would question, each inhabitant in this place wanting that tree as their own, each determined to obtain it.
Listening intently from where he hid, the youn
Go ahead and hate me.Go ahead!
Without me ever having done anything but live and breathe.
Glare at me, look at me like I'm trash.
Maybe I'll disappear one day
I'm a nasty little kid, a bastard teenager, and a worthless man.
But know, you're what made me who I am.
I didn't know as a kid. I cried and hated it. As a teenager, I was lonely and desperate to feel loved. Now as a man, I am cold and cynical.
All that makes me happy in the world is this twisted idea of mine.
You hate me, but you can't ignore me. I'm always here, you'll always look at me. Even if you hurt me, as every single pair of eyes that lands on me ultimately wants...I will welcome it. Because then...someone is paying attention to me.
I'll insult you, I'll hurt your pride, scoff at you, goad, push, and pick at you.
But...It's only because..
I want to feel like someone cares.
And this...hate and pain, is all I know.
One by one, we wait to dieA single scream cuts the silence,
then turns to many
all we were was compliant,
We didn't cause this,
but we suffer the most
we all miss...
what did we do?
for our hosts' squabble
We know that we won't move away,
In our hearts...we feel
And each day, another of us dies
You have no heart
for our fight
It's not right.
Essence of Hyde - Addendum 1Samples of Hyde
'Bomber' Hyde - Mindset: Predator - Though she appears as a young teen, this spunky troublemaker was once a military explosive specialist with an uncomfortable fascination with fire. Unburdened by restraints, she gladly use her talents to help insurance scams and property seizure through a massive helping of explosions. She uses the money to fuel her other indulgences and is prone to play with lighters to alleviate her desire to burn and explode stuff.'Driver' Hyde - Mindset: Predator - A Hyde that is an adrenaline junkie, he finds the greatest satisfaction when he feels the thrill of intense speed in vehicles. Participating in illegal street races have been a welcome outlet to fulfill this desire and taste other sweet indulgences. He also finds it particularly thrilling to do transportation jobs too if only for the fun it brings even if that fun might not be what his employee d
Volcanion ReportVolcanion (the Steam Pokemon) is a legendary Fire/Water-type Pokemon found in the high mountains of the Kalos region. Defying the laws of nature itself in both life and abilities, Volcanion are powerful beasts that can more than bring the powers of fire and water to a crashing crescendo in any fight. They might not be the fastest beasts on four legs, but you would be better off leaving them alone, lest you end up with a scalding stream of water being blasted full force into your face!
Volcanion are walking biological contradictions and are duly noted as the only Pokemon that can possess the natural attributes of both the Fire and Water-types as a result of their extremely bizarre and complex anatomy. From what can be told from the few encounters that have been made with these animals, it seems that they are most likely mammals with a thick armored hide that protects well against physical attacks, which is a good thing because the inside of them could almost be conside
Furvus Wolf: Tackling the IssuesFurs gathered around the roof of the police department as Furvus rolled his massive shoulders a few times and grunted, pepping himself up wearing a dark blue tank top with POLICE written across its front in bold white letters and grey shorts. He also placed on black lifting gloves to his paws. Among the furs in the crowd were Michelle, Paul Henry, DJ and some of Paul Henry’s friends.
Sam elbowed Paul Henry in the mid section. “Do you think your dad can really pull this off?” Paul Henry nodded. “He’ll do so and more…go get it dad!” Furvus nodded and gave a thumbs up motion to Paul Henry as another officer with a mic called out. “Who’s ready for this lift for charity? The mighty Furvus Wolf will attempt to lift our police helicopter in a feat of unbelievable strength…wolf vs. machine…muscle to metal!” The crowd cheered as the news cameras rolled. Furvus stood in f
Scooby Doo and Shaggy VS Animatronics: PreludeKiller: When it comes to mystery solving, these 2 have done it before, but today, they face their greatest opponents.
Zac: Scooby Doo and Shaggy, of Mystery Inc.
Mr. Krabs: And the Animatronics, the monstrosities of Five Nights at Freddy's.
Killer: DEATH BATTLE ANALYSIS!!!
Scooby Doo and Shaggy Rogers:
Killer: Mystery Incorporated is a group lead by Fred, with Velma and Daphine. Then,we have our combatants today....
Zac: Scooby Doo and Shaggy.
Mr. Krabs: These two are the ones who are constantly tricking and disguising themselves to trick their enemies. They usually take a disguise that fit their surroundings, and manage to trick Aliens, Monsters, and Eldrich Abominations.
Disguising and Trickery:
Can trick any kind of foe.
Disguises usually fit their surroundings.
Zac: When it comes to actual combat experience, they teamed up with Batman and Robin to beat the Joker and the Penguin.
Killer: Hot damn, these guys are good f
CreepyPasta: Ms. MidnightI was the type of person, who would ALWAYS take advice, no matter what it was. I always wanted to be the best that I could, make the right decisions, make as less mistakes as I could. Just because I didn't want to upset anyone.. When I was a young teenager, my mother always had conversations about me with boys.. And I strangely remember them all, I never actually thought about it at the time, but my mother would always nag and nag at me about it. 'Dont ever let a man control you Liza!! You are your own person, and no one else can make decisions for you!!' She always brought them up so randomly.. I honestly didn't ever pay any attention to her when she blabbered on, and on. But.. I remember. And when I think back to it, I really wish I would have...
I was about 18 years old, just started collage not too long ago. I was always extremely focused on getting good grades, so friends, and relationships came last. I was never really good at making friends anyway. There was a boy, wasn't anythi
R+V: A Confession and a Vampire: Reboot: Ch. 37
Rosario + Vampire "A Confession and a Vampire: Reboot"
Chapter 37 "Tamiko's Big Day Out"
Based upon characters created by Akihisa Ikeda.
Original idea and story written by Gamera68.
Pairing: the real Moka Akashiya and Tsukune Aono
Alternate Reality, set after the events of the now-finished manga series.
Drama / Comedy / Slice-of-life
Moka and Tsukune are 19 years old.
A/N: Please read!
I'd like to thank everyone who wrote reviews for the previous chapter (Little Girl Lost) and who also voted on which direction to go for this chapter, which will cover the shopping trip since Tamiko needs clothing and whatnot. Please read and review. Thank you!
My OC Tamiko (Akasha) Aono belongs exclusively to me and cannot be used or borrowed in any way, shape or form. The same goes for any plots or story lines. I have seen a few, other, writers 'borrow' ideas from me again recently, even though I have asked them not to.
I know coming up with original ideas is not easy. But if you're go
Epic Blades: Exclusive Guest Fighters
TABLES OF CONTENT:
Link (Wii U)Kratos (PS4)Master Chief (Xbox One)
Link (Wii U)
from Legend of Zelda
Link is a title given to an ongoing legacy of Heroes of Time. With every Link, he will wield the Triforce of Courage in a battle against such evil forces as Ganondorf, Zant and Ghirahim. This Link is about to embark on a quest to defeat the demon prince Belial and save the balance of the universes.
Hero's Bow: Link shoots an arrow at his opponent.Gale Boomerang: He throws said boomerang at his opponent.Spin Attack: He twirls around with his sword extended, slashing his opponent.Bomb: He throws a bomb at his opponent.Hookshot: He grapples onto his opponent with the hook shot and reals him/her towards himself. Oh yeah, and he says, "Get over here!" as he does this.
First impression - StVillians Academy
First Time of Home, I wasn't aloud to go outside my House because you see I'm not like the other kids.
My name is Rosa, I'm 10 years old and I'm a Haunted Doll, at lest that's what my parents said I was. I live with them and my sister Julie. I don't remenber what happend for me to be this "thing" the only things I know is that my parents found my like this.
Has I grew up they noticed that I had some sorth of powers or speciels abilities and they didn't know how to teach me to control them so they thought it was best for me to go and stay in the StVillians-Academy .
When I arrived I wasn't sure if they wanted me there, afther all I was a no-face hanted doll.
As I was walking toward the building I saw alot for diferente people.
I was amaze at the guards out side the building they look scary so I thought they wouldn't find me too scary.
Rosa: Mr.Big Guy Could you tell me where's the Principal of the Academy ?
Slayer: Hum ? *looks down* Aren't you too young to be here little girl ? *grin*
Creepypasta the Fighters: Pirate Percy
Bio: Pirate Percy, or "Prowler Percy" as he was called in the show's pilot episode, is a marionette from the 1970's "TV series" (that's in quotes since the show itself is just mad kids observing static for a half-hour) Candle Cove. He is the pirate courier and scout for the Laughingstock. He has the head of a porcelain baby doll with a cracked left eye, red hair, and many ragged and lost parts of old dolls. He is the most cowardly of the crew. Despite that, he's careful and analytical as well as holding a big contempt with the crew. Whenever there's something dark and/or scary with treasure he has to check out, the ship, Ms. Laughingstock, always said to him, "You have...to go...INSIDE!"
Powers/Weapons: Pirate Percy has a knife which he might stab his crewmates with in constant usual fear. He also has a little wooden flute which he's talented at unlike the piano, which somehow saved his crewmates of the Laughingstock in the episode "Percy Plays Piano". He even happens to have a dark si
Bio: Monduair "Mark" Mon'threashName: Monduair "Mark" Mon'threash
Height: 5' 9
Hair: 3 in. below his shoulders dark gold
Occupation: Miracle worker
He carries around a special tool with him, that allows him to cure any sickness. He is renowned as an amazing miracle worker because of this, but tries desperately to keep it toned down, so people will not flock to him. He has a very thick french accent, and hasn't yet mastered English. He tends to go by the name Mark more often than his own name, due to him disliking the sound of it. He keeps well dressed, but is not rich. And refuses to charge for the healing he does.
dead dog julyI.
the summer heat lays limp in the city’s lap,
breathing long oppressive breaths.
it does not even lift its lolling head
to bark out hoarse indignancy
when a strange man brings the mail.
there might be heavy rain today,
brought by some swollen, murmuring cloud.
the world will whirl and howl,
then settle down,
to die a little more.
o, quickly, love,
press your back against the wall in fear
as the universe spreads her arms and
shuts her eyes
and starts to summon the end of all things.
come with me
to the place of windows full of speechless afternoon
hot windy whispers of half-formed solutions and resolutions,
sweltering sunlit meadows we’ll wander and then forget.
o quickly, love,
let’s to the season of forgetting
and unwind all of our harshest memories
and fill the universe’s mouth
with mute cotton.
i’ll whisper these words to you some evening
with all my exigency in the hand i rest on your arm—
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