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Freefall SnippetApprehension rolled uncomfortably in Katty’s stomach-a feeling that she was not used to. Her fingers twitched against her crossed arms, their itch bothering her. Why should she be so jumpy? It was not as if she could lose to the newbie. Somehow, she had convinced herself that Gypsy was indestructible. There was something so hard about her. She knew what the problem was. She had no idea what she was up against. Rolling her eyes and huffing her exasperation, Katty raked her tongue across the smoothness of her front teeth and sucked in sharply. A quiet, hissing slurp jolted her back into consciousness. Gypsy had gone so quickly up in rankings that she was to face her on the mats. There had been a brief set of rules that banned teammates from fighting against one another in the spirit of dividing the team, but it all depended on how the cadets moved. Their fluidity, styles, and finishing techniques literally matched up perfectly in few teams, narrowing down the results that the docto
the worst feelingThe worst feeling is that feeling when I catch you not looking at me. The worst feeling is seeing you completely happy without me. I see your normal smiling face laughing with your friends but the thing missing is me beside you. I miss your smile leaning toward me instead, holding your undivided attention. I miss your poke when you wanted me to hug you or just as a greeting. I miss my best friend. I miss you. Sometimes, I think I’m alright, that I’ll keep managing to live normally but you’ve tainted every single part of my life and I can’t ever stop thinking about you. Everything reminds me in some obscure way about something about your life. I’m going to miss you the most when you’ve moved on. When someone else has that quality that I didn’t have and that will make all of the difference in the world. It will be that day that I will have lost my best friend forever because you’ll be her best friend. Not mine. I miss your family who was my
welp“Dorian, wake up,” hissed December.
She roughly shook his shoulder which caused him to stir.
“What is it?” he asked drowsily.
“I don’t think we are alone,” December said, her voice quiet.
Dorian sat up quickly, his hand on his weapon.
“I don’t hear anything,” he said softly.
His steady gaze revolved around their surroundings but nothing stirred-literally nothing stirred. It was eerie with no sound filling their ears. December’s fingers still rested on Dorian’s arm but she seemed not to notice. Her hawkish gaze scanned the perimeter but her fingers began to turn icy. She had completely zoned him out. The air dropped ten degrees which might have been explained by her father’s lineage.
“December,” he began, but she put a thin finger to her lips.
Dorian remembered sharply the memory of that blind boy that he had found out later was Decie’s brother. He ha
The Retrieval Team-7The Retrieval Team-7
The rattling of the vehicle could not have felt terribly good against the pale girl who had been bundled and pressed up against one of the windows.
Whether they meant to or not, the teens had slid as far away from her as possible. Phaedra had forbidden anyone to touch her bare skin. After seeing what the girl had done to the snake, maybe it was for the best…
“If Thanatos was her dad,” began Mae. The girl stirred briefly. “Wouldn’t she have a mother as well?”
“Maybe her mother died,” suggested Meredith. The spunky redhead’s eyes narrowed as she gazed at the forlorn looking creature in the back seat.
“Maybe she killed her,” said Max.
The entire car went silent.
“Way to brighten things up, Maxxie,” drawled Alex sarcastically.
She shrugged slightly apologetic.
“What?” she asked. “We were all thinking it…”
60. Rejection60. Rejection
Decie combed back her platinum bob and smiled falsely at the waiter across the room. Her mission? Get a keycard from one of the staff and get through the door on the third floor. Hopefully, Agent Jackson’s intel would be useful. Otherwise, she would have owrds with him unless she never made it back. That was also a possibility.
“Babe, tell them about the trip to Jamaica,” laughed Jason. He was playing his part well, thought Decie, while she noticed the people surrounding them, turn their attention to her. Acting bored wasn’t hard to do. Swirling the edges of her bob around her fingers and chewing her lip, Decie sighed.
“What, da’ling?” she asked, using her Americanized accent.
“Nevermind,” sighed Jason, returning to his conversation.
“Excuse me, da’ling,” interrupted Decie, leaving the table. Drifting closer to the waiter, she smiled flirtatiously and slipped past him.
The Darkness Pressing In-part 13. Dark
Hlynn watched the light of the fire dim. She was the last one to be stuck beside the dying fire. Most of the children and teens had left to their cabins or begun playing Frisbee by the lake. She shook her head violently as a sudden buzzing in her ears sounded. It was disorienting to have so many things surrounding her. The dying firelight made her Epilepsy bracelet glint, reminding her of what used to happen whenever sunlight hit her eyes wrong. She had not felt this sick since the day of her last attack. Scowling in the darkness, Hlynn watched the bracelet which had been kept on merely as a reminder of her old life. She hadn’t really liked the bracelet while she had been suffering from her illness but it calmed her now to remember back in the days when she hadn’t been a huntress. The buzzing in her brain continued. Frowning darkly, Hlynn rose to her feet only to see everything swim in front of her eyes. She could feel the familiar feeling of her Epileptic att
the one where she almost succeeds3. Light
Mae squinted into the darkness of the room and felt the hairs on her neck rise with the growing apprehension that she was going to not like whatever was down there. Her bow and arrows seemed useless if she couldn’t see. Her fingers tightened around the hilt of the bow as she took a hesitant step forward. A vine snaked its way up the stairs, making a slithering noise. Mae picked up almost instantly on the noise but could not determine where it was coming from until too late. She let out a small squeal as it wrapped around her ankle and jerked her down quickly into the darkness. She plunged her hand outwards as a bright shaft of light lit up the small basement. Her eyes widened.
Maybe making it light wasn’t the best solution…
A towering thing hissed and lunged at her. The brief stint of sunlight that she had wielded faded until she was cast into an even greater darkness.
But that thing could still see. Again, she felt her palms burn with the
The Retrieval Team-6The Retrieval Team-6
“The ground stopped shaking,” said Meredith.
“No, duh,” replied Mae, her nerves making her a pain in the butt.
“Mae,” said Phaedra, her voice oddly still and quiet.
“Yeah?” she replied, turning her attention to the window. The stillness outside scared her to death. What was going on?
“Don’t turn around, just duck,” she said.
Mae ducked and rolled to the side while something heavy struck the floor where she just was. The room spun with the swirling candlelight and the flashing of the demigods weapons. What looked like a thick snake swirled its gruesome head around and slammed into Mae’s mid-section. The air was knocked out of her, but Max leapt upon the thing’s neck and shoved her plumbata roughly downward through its neck. It lit the room with a scream and thrashed itself around, successfully throwing Max off into the wall. Alex and Giovanni began strik
It was supposed to be fun. That’s what the Hephaestus kids had said.
Mae was going to have some words with Addison about what he considered “fun” when she got out-if she ever got out.
The haunted house was beyond creepy. It was like having the Stoll twins all over the place. Already, the largest spider that Mae had ever seen had dropped from the ceiling, scaring her into the point of frenzy. She was fairly certain that the Hephaestus kids weren’t going to like her slashing a huge gash into the spider’s leg.
Her foot stepped onto a trick panel, shoving her violently forward. She was startled by a loud scream until she realized that it issued out of her own mouth. A fairly brisk breeze tossed her long braids behind her while she fell.
Mae hit the water before she could cry out for the second time. The haunted house must have had some sort of sensor to what people hated and built itself around the person
France x Reader Prom?
France x Reader
You sat in history class, bored out of your mind when you began to rummage through your bag. It was the usual, gum, pens, pencils, index cards, keys. Basically everything but a hammer and nails. But then there was something you weren't used to in the bag. Pulling it out, you soon discovered it was a tin Altoids mint box.
You blinked, completely confused as you don’t usually buy mints, nor would you keep them in your bag. So you opened the little silver, white, and green box. Inside were three red rose petals and on the top the word ‘prom?’ was written. You bit your lip as you knew who gave you this from the roses, and it of course was Francis. But sadly you already had a date and you had to tell your blonde chum the news.
So when the final bell rang you went to the student parking lot where Francis stood, back against his car. When he looked over his straight face turned into a room brightening smile which only made your hear
MLP: Earning Your Stripes
"Rise and shine, little Shani," The sweet and caring sound of the loving mother's voice whispers to her daughter upon entering her bedroom, "Time to start a new day, my precious filly."
Opening her eyes onto the brightness of the day gleaming down into her room from the window, the young zebra releases a great yawn and blinks a few times, "Mmmmm...." Shani moans, realizing that she and her her body not completely awaken yet.
"We have much to do today...so get ready and we can be on our way~" Subira, the lovely mare with the archery cutie mark, pats the head of her precious foal in a gentle way...and leaves to rejoin her husband who awaits on the outside of their little hut.
"Yes, Mama...." Shani mutters and yawns once more, wishing not to have to get up this day...since there are chores to be done. In this little filly's mind, she prays for any chance to avoid any work and just have fun for the day.
Just then out of
An overdue welcome homeExhausted and worn feet carried him into the forested camp. He had begun his journey "home" when the moon had been at its peak in the star dappled sky; however, the dawn had since arrived. A slight morning breeze ruffled his fur as he stepped over the soft, grassy clearing. Thankfully, many nests lay barren and empty as the warriors had already left for their patrols, though the few that remained to guard the clearing caught sight of him and began whispering. The commotion won the attention of his deputy who instantly deserted a group of cats still in search of jobs, though a dismissive flick of his ebony tail stopped the brute in his tracks. The silver warrior nodded curtly and returned to readdress the huddled cluster of taskless warriors.
With yellow eyes, Pigeondive stared up at the sky, wondering when the gorgeous dark pelted tom that she loved so much would return. She then began to wonder what would happen when he returned. It had been so long since they had been alone together.
The Boy Made of Jigsaw PiecesOnce, there was a boy made of jigsaw pieces.
His skin was a shell of interconnecting chunks of plastic. When he laughed, when he smiled, when he cried or frowned or simply furrowed his brow out of curiosity, these pieces fell away. When they came loose, the chaos underneath was exposed. A kaleidoscopic array of colours fit for a seizure. He would quickly collect the pieces and clumsily put them back in place. He didn’t want to see the colours. He did not want to know what they meant.
He decided that emotions made the pieces fall away. So, to protect himself, he did everything he could to stay away from feeling anything. He avoided the things he liked for fear that he may feel joy. He told what little friends he’d made to stay away lest they make him laugh. He stayed away from everything, and sat in the corner. He watched as his family seemed to go on with life without him. He silently listened to teachers as they gave drawn out lectures and students as they made jokes
The Best Nightmare Night Ever *Vore Story*
Written by Shrunken-LittleBro12 and ExplodingClay
Edited by Alticron
It was Nightmare Night in Ponyville and everypony was getting into their costumes. And tonight was a special Nightmare Night, for Luna would be visiting the town once again. Somewhere in Ponyville, Pipsqueak was eager to get into his new pirate costume and collect as much candy as his bag could carry for this Nightmare Night was going to be a very special one; his favorite princess of all time was going to visit Ponyville.
“I can't wait to see her again.” he gave a joyous glee. Pipsqueak put the final touches of his costume on, placing his eye patch on his right eye, grabbing his toy sword and trick bag and running out the door, and just in time to see Luna's chariot coming across the sky towards Ponyville's town square.
Pip excitedly watched as Princess Luna made her grand entrance. The dark blue alicorn wore a dark hooded cloak much like the one she had worn the last Nightmare Night. All the ponies bowed
His Favorite 9
“Harassment! Sexual harassment!”
“Oh wow, Kiba.” The class press looked at him dully “Seriously?“
“He’s right you know.” Choji intervened “You all ganged up on us.”
“Well, maybe if you guys were good at SOMETHING this wouldn’t of been a problem.”
“HEY!” ← all the boys chosen for cheer
“At least this way we’ll still be making points off of you guys for entertaining the crowed.”
“Like hell we will! We’re going to be the only class with male cheerleaders!!”
“How are WE suppose to compete with cute girls in mini skirts?!”
He had a point.
“Hmm, don’t know don’t care.”
“Oh yeah?! Well neither do we!” Kiba bolted up from his seat, jerking his bag over his shoulder, and headed out the door with the other boys in tail. “Screw you guys, I am not
HPM: Race of RacesTu-Lu’s bright moon shone high above the treetops, outlining the crests of several bulging cumulous clouds, which basked in its calming luminance like a flock of lumbering sheep. Amongst the stars that dotted the heavens, tiny volbeats surged as their invitation to dance beneath the glowing sphere was accepted by their lady friends, who skipped across the sky, as spectacular as a shooting comet, complete with a trail of pursuing stars in their wake.
Beneath the nighttime canopy, a small gathering of villagers sat round in a circle. Though the radiance of the moon was strong enough to light their nocturnal meeting, a small bonfire was constructed earlier in the evening to shoo away unwanted pests, warm chilly hands, and set the mood for a number of stories that needed to be retold.
Rhyona was among the townsfolk who decided to stay several hours past the Daisy Stakes event. She was seated upon a log she found in the woods, noiselessly listening to the idle gossip of her companions
Dinner"We're going to have to make dinner ourselves tonight," Katherine said, taking some lettuce and pickles from the fridge. She opened the freezer to look inside then just shut it.
"Why?" I asked. I knew I shouldn't question her. She was twelve and the oldest, so she knew what to do, obviously. She opened the cuboard and picked up a loaf of bread. She placed them on the counter and turned to me.
"Mom's not coming back," she said gently and sadly. I could hear the wet brokeness in her voice.
"What about tomorrow?" I asked desperately. I didn't like the sound of those words 'not coming back,' "She can't be gone forever."
"Karlie," she put her face in her hands and took a big breath followed by a noise that sounded more like a sob than a sigh. She removed her hands and her eyes were watery, "Mom's not coming back tomorrow. She's not coming back ever."
"What?" My brow furrowed. Not coming back. Ever. She's never coming back. The
Ari's Poem (pt2)We got together a month later. We had talked almost every single day and learned about each other. I found out her heart condition was incredibly rare, and was incurable. But she was having it treated. She was everything I wanted in a girl. She loved classic rock, she loved cats, she was an artist and a poet, and she could sing like an angel. I still listen to the recordings of her singing and reciting poems in my ipod. And even better, she was also sixteen. We met one day at a park near her house and there; I invited this angel into my life. We walked along the walkway that led to a bridge over a pond in the park. We stopped and looked out at the water.
Then I took a deep breath and said, “Ari, I need to tell you something.”
She looked at me and smiled, “So do I. But you go first.”
I looked her straight in the eye and said, “Ari, I really think you’re an amazing girl. You’re so full of spirit and kindness, and there really is no one else in th
Claudia wrinkled her nose.
"Jami," she began.
The two had gone to a very nice restaurant in order to celebrate two years of being together.
"Maybe," Jamison replied innocently He kept his blue eyes averted as he cut his teak. There was a long pause. Jamison finally got the courage to look up. Claudia had forgone eating and was currently glaring at him. She cleared her throat.
"Jamison, I don't seem to recall ordering your least favorite food on our two year anniversary."
He gave her a cheeky grin.
"Just keep digging around," he said. "I bet you'll find something you'll like."
Claudia harrumphed loudly and took a drink of water.
"I really doubt that," she muttered rebelliously. Jami waited patiently while he sipped his wine. When he heard a faint squeak, he glanced up. Claudia's hands had flown over her mouth as she stared down at the plate.
"What is it, babe?" asked Jamison, feigning surprise.
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
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