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newNani was driving off to work one day, her mind not on the road ahead, voices swirling around her mind. Her car screeched dreadfully as she stopped. She stepped out and ran around to see the dent, but as she was more concerned at what caused it. There lied a beaten body of a man and she held in her urge to cry out. Quickly as to not waste any time she carefully tried to pick him up, or drag him, into her car. After a few tries she panted and managed. She whimpered at the blood all over him and tried him up. Nani ran into the other side and drove off to the nearest hospital.
Couldn't Resist"No waay," Nani was breathless as she looked at her best friend. "Tracy... you're... an angel?" She asked, watching the bright light fade away from the female. She looked up at her.
"Yes," Tracy spoke softly to her, gathering her in her arms. "I'm sorry 've been keping it from you Nani." She spoke against the flesh of her neck.
"Tracy..." Nani whispered, petting Tracy's soft black hair.
"My real name's Tristen," Tracy told her, lightly kissing her neck. She gulped, kissing her neck a little harder. "and I'm- I'm a boy." She nearly choked. "I'm so sorry," Tracy, no, Tristen cried. "I love you." He told her, gathering her in his arms. Nani looked up at Tristen, and she grabbed his face softly.
"Tra- Tristen, I- I-" She stuttered.
"You don't have to love me, Nani-" Tristen spoke to her, but was immediately interrupted with a
"Oh thank God!"
"CUT!!" The director yelled, pissed off.
Two and The Same Ch. 9Chapter 9
I slept in an abandoned house at the edge of the village. The sun was setting and I awoke aching. Six more days. I thought to myself, stretching. I walked out of the house, and through the shadows. The village seemed tense, and more vigilant. I left my things in the house, since no one would go in there. I yawned, and greeted my best friend, the moon. I didn't dare transform into the wolf again, people were still on the lookout for me. In that form, anyway. After half a damn day asleep, I walked around the village. The shops were closed, so that was a tough break. I didn't feel like causing anymore trouble... yet.
I came across a pond, and spotted small goldfish swimming along the edge. Little tadpoles, and a few adult frogs. I grabbed a stick, and crouched down, poking the chubbiest frog. It blinked, then expanded its gland, and hopped along. The stick was long, so I didn't have to move; I poked it again.
I needed to take my mind off things. Like, why were all these deaths o
They sat there and waited. Finally they spotted their target. With a rustle of the wind, they vanished.
"Let's go." A black-haired girl commanded. The black-haired boy nodded, the girl withdrew a sword from its sheath. She leapt at the enemies; with a quick reaction of her wrist, she managed to slice the guys' throat. The girl watched as he struggled to breathe any last precious moments of air, but at the rate he was bleeding, that wasn't possible. The enemy hit the floor, the puddle of blood soon became a pool. With a heart as dark as a pitch black whirlpool, and a heart ice cold, she left without saying a word.
"Not a word." The girl commanded the black-haired boy, harshly. Her voice, quiet and feminine, but commanding and harsh. He didn't dare disobey her; just simply held her hand. The girl shook, so he carried her away. She looked over his shoulder, watching something, then shuddered. "Hurry up." She whispered.
It was quiet, Luc was on a business trip,
Bad RomanceBad Romance- Lady Gaga
Crawling on the floor, she leaned against the wall, her brown eyes misty, and her hair everywhere. The look suited her, she smiled, knowing he was watching. She got up, and pounded on the wall, on the mirror.
He smiled, sitting on his red satin chair. His assistant bowed down to his ear and asked something. He nodded, and waited. He muttered, and watched as she was dragged in. She was pushed in, her moves still, but graceful. She was covered in one of his fur coats. She strutted to him, dropping the fur coat on the way, revealing black lace lingerie. "I hate fur." She commented, her heels making small clicking sounds on the white marble floors. She sat on his lap, his hand trailed down her leg, and back to her cheek. He chuckled, and went for a kiss, but she kissed his hand instead. "I want your love, but all your love is revenge."
"A bad romance." He said, his nails digging into her flesh.
"Caught in a bad romance." She repeated, her black hair partially coverin
Adventures of Rayne SaitoThe Adventures of Rayne Saito!
A small, black-haired boy crawled to a white-haired woman on the floor. The woman opened her hands, and showed her face. "Peek-a-boo!!" She yelled, giggling. The small boy clapped his hands, and laughed. The woman tickled his belly. "Choochie-choochie-coo!!" She tickled him, nibling his fingers. The baby smiled and giggled.
"I thought you said you didn't like kids, Nani." A man said, leaning against the door. His hair somewhat in his face.
"I love MY kid." Nani said, and lifted the boy up. "Come on, Matsu! Join in!" She said, handing him the child. Matsumeda smiled, and kissed his son's forehead. The small boy blinked, and giggled, pulling his hair. Matsumeda yelped in pain.
"Nani, help me!" He yelled, pulling the boy away from his face. "He's got me!"
"Come on! Let go of daddy!" Nani said, and yipped when the boy grabbed her hair with one of his hands. He now had both his parents' hair. "Owwie!" Nani cried, trying to free herself from her kids' grasp. Sh
How was your day?There was once a little boy
who'd go to my house every afternoon
"How was your day?"
and of course,
"It was fine."
Then the next day he came to me
with a roll of newspaper in his hand.
"How was your day?"
and as I did before,
"It was fine."
then he handed me the newspaper
and I paid him five bucks,
he smiled and thanked me
then he went on his way.
He came to me the next morning,
with a roll of newspaper in his hand
"How will your day be?"
I looked at him and replied,
"I bet it will be fine as usual."
and then he handed me the paper
and I paid him six bucks.
Things went on like that for weeks,
everytime he comes to my door
he always asks
"How was your day?" with a bright smile,
until one day he didn't show up.
I didn't mind his disappearance
he wasn't my friend
or my relative,
he's just a little boy who has a name
I'm not interested in knowing,
well that's what I thought before
until one night;
I went to my boss' bowling building
The second 'Fancy' by Iggy Azalea hit, the ruckus post-WrestleMania crowd began to tear into former Divas Champion, Kylie Marker. Forgoing her pose on the stage, Kylie stomped down the ramp with purpose. As she glanced out into the stands through her narrowed hazel eyes, she felt naked without her title. Behind her, Presley Andrews trailed behind the leggy blonde. With her head hung in shame, she twiddled her thumbs nervously. It was obvious she was being dragged out here against her will.
"Ladies and gentleman, Kylie Marker and Presley!" Justin Roberts announced. Both Divas' names earned them a chorus of jeers. Many of the fans were in attendance for WrestleMania the night before, where Kylie lost the Divas title to the hometown hero, Ashley. It was a heartfelt moment for many, but obviously not for Kylie.
Climbing the steel steps, Kylie quickly stepped over the second rope and entered the ring without her usual theatrics. While Kylie stormed across the squared circle and
Good as GoldNXT
"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time: Blake Gold." RJ Burrows smiled into his microphone before the camera panned aside to reveal Blake and Khloe Deshaun standing beside him. Immediately Blake shook his can of Pure Gold hairspray and sprayed it all over his salon styled hair - inadvertently spraying RJ in the process. After coughing and fanning the remaining fumes away from his face, RJ proceeded with his question. "Blake, tonight you face Rocco Torro in singles competition. How do you feel going into your match against a main roster veteran, and how do you plan to prevent the Torros from using what they refer to as Twin Magic?" RJ questioned, before holding his microphone out for Blake to speak into.
"RJ," Blake said in an annoyed tone. "Do you have to use 'face' and 'Rocco Torro' in the same sentence? It's bad enough I have to see his ugly mug in person later, but the fact that he has an identical twin brother, too?" Blake shuttered. "Those two wi
Rayman: A.O.T.D. Chapter 3Chapter 3: Rayman's Surprise
*The sun rose in the sky of the Glade of Dreams. Shining a beautiful, bright light across the world.*
*A limbless creature was sleeping in his bed in peace, when he was suddenly awakened with a familiar voice.*
Ly: Rayman, wake up.
*Rayman slowly opened his eyes and saw the fairy standing before him. Ly wasn't wearing her usual skin-tight suit, instead she was in long jeans and a short sleeved shirt.*
Rayman: Hey Ly, what's up?
Ly: Today is a big day for you. We have a lot to do today.
Rayman: *Looking at the calendar* Ahaaa, it's my birthday! I can't believe I'm 16 now! *Hops out of his bed and jumps for joy* YAHOO! HA!
Ly: Yes. Shall we go now? We have some things to do, like getting some plums for Globox and his family.
Rayman: Oh, right. Ok, let's go gather some plums.
*Ly and Rayman searched the nearby woods for plums to bring to the Globox family.*
Globox's kids: DADDY, MOMMY, WE'RE HUNGRY! *Stomach growls*
Uglette: Don't worry dears. L
Short Thoughts: 01It was not long ago when I looked into the bathroom mirror and saw pure, deep amber. Yet here I stand, hunched, staring at a dull brown. It gazes back, defeated. Time moves around me, each minute uncounted. All I can do is stare, and stare, and stare. The light ages, flickers, weakens. The mirror dusts, clouds, cracks. I am still here. I am still peering for a glimpse of that refreshing, flashy gold. It will not come, but I am still here. I will wait for its impossible return.
Young Volcanoes: Chapter 9Before I had a CHANCE to think of a way to get to California, I had to go to New York.
The funniest thing came to me by phone call. It was Jimmy Fallon. He asked me, “Hey, would you like to be on the show?” in the most polite way possible. I couldn’t say no. “Sureeee,” I answered.
So thanks to that, I’m taking a pit stop to New York.
I was flying to NYC when somebody sat next to me. It was an actor named Edward Norton. He sat next to me, tired as ever, and he asked me, “Let me guess, Jimmy Fallon?” I nodded. “I thought so. I’m the first guest on Fallon AND I’m this Saturday’s SNL host. Isn’t that funny? I have a lot of work to do. A LOT,” he explains. He went to shut his eyes and he then turned to me. “Wait a minute...aren’t you Pete from Fall Out Boy?” I say, “It seems like everybody knows me!” “They do!”
We shook hands and we yakked about all kinds of sh*t unt
Young Volcanoes: Chapter 8What is there to do now?
Cheyenne is sick, Patrick is at the hospital for surgery, Andy is visiting his mother down in North Carolina, and Joe is staying away from me as far as possible. I just played my bass all day. Hey, I don’t play bass when I’m bored. I play bass when I’m bored AND when I really wanna play it, or it’s for the band. Guess what? I’m the only guy in that band that is in the studio today. So I guess this is the chapter where I will explain my boredom.
There was a kid who came to the studio though.
Cheyenne knew him. He, I noticed, won’t take sh*t for granted and he says he will not be used for anything, not even examples, or he will have a major temper fit. His name was Thomas Bates.
If he was a song, he would be one of these kids in Young Volcanoes. Get it? “We are like young volcanoes”? Yea. That’s what I mean. If you’d listen to the song, you’d know.
He walked in the
FTD Chapter 1 PREVIEW - Scrambling into placeVincent was lost. As he wandered through the decimated carcass of the School #259, his gaze trailed from one casualty to another with a rapidly diminishing hope. He would pass by the same bodies twice, and turn to walk in another aimless direction. Benumbed by the sudden chaos and devastation, his wandering gait went slack; Vincent felt no longer like a taut wire, but a disheveled tangle of frayed ends. His shoulders, even, had forgotten their eternal tension and assumed a solemn downward slope as he trudged through the wreckage. A sedated expression hung over his pale face, his amethyst eyes dulled.
Unfettered had said that his sister was here, but where was she now? Where was Unfettered? Vincent passed by a headless body that he had already seen before, so he turned in a new direction and walked on.
Miles from the smoking battleground, Vespyr's home—the abandoned restaurant-turned-fortress—had transformed once again, this time into an emergency room. Or perhaps a te
Aura Chap. 7I don't really remember what happened after the dragon carried me away from my friends. Heck, all I remember is being grabbed and screaming Rio's name. When I woke up, I was in a cell, feeling like I was hit by a car. It takes me few minutes, but I realized I'm in another ship ran by Endermen and Ape Soldiers. 'Great, here we go again.' I think to myself. As I look around, I see a few more figures, some are chained to the wall, and a couple have dragon-like wings, which I see are tied together. 'Brilliant. A few more animals are being kept prisoner in this place.' I think to myself angrily. I suddenly get an idea. I think of all the things that make me angry, and I begin feeling the strange power rising up in me. I turn towards the cell door and I take a few steps towards it, and focus all my energy. When I feel like I'm about to blow, I ram my fist against the door, and in a blinding flash, I'm knocked backwards and thrown against the wall.
"Ack!" I yell when I land on the floor, face
Hael NashHael Nash- Is a Harpy demon. At first, she despised Nani Holt. Soon, became friends. They share the same interests. She gets annoyed and prissy at Nani and Natalia's antics. She's open-minded, and doesn't care that Nani's a half-breed. Sarcastic and helpful, younger than Nani, but slightly more mature. Hael enjoys the fun times that she, Nani, and Natalia have together.
Hair: pink, waist length
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