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The Shot Of A Gun :.Chapter 1.: "Alesana!" a ruff voice thundered into my dream, "get up! It's time to get out of here!" My eyes instantly snapped open, and lept out of bed, and grabbed my satchel full of hunting supplies. I raced out to the parking lot, where my dad was packing up all his equipment. "Do you have everything, son?" He asked dryly. I opened the small satchel, and revealed on the inside was- my pistol, which I had stolen from a cop a week earlier, gun cartridges full of rocksalt. Salt, Gooferdust, and my lighter. Something was missing. "Dad!" I yelped, "I forgot something!" I rushed into the dusty hotel room. A small flask full of holy water was laying next to the pillow of my bed. I grabbed it, stuffed it into my satchel, silently looked for any other equipment left in the room, and left.
My father was waiting outside next to our black truck, well, it wasn't really our truck. Since my dad's
Darkness IS Magic *Prolouge*"Fluttershy!" The small orange filly yelped as she leapt to rescue her falling friend. Fluttershy was falling at greater speed than the fillies wings could fly. A strong wind pushed the filly right of Fluttershy. No, The filly thought, I must rescue Fluttershy, no matter what it costs! She flapped her tiny wings harder, nothing helped. Her right wing cringed, then seared with pain. What's going on?! The fillies mind thought frantically. She looked over, her right wing was tearing itself up! She could see the red liquid seeping from her wing onto her feathers. The wind pushed harder now, the filly began to get dizzy. Uhh... What... is.... Fluttershy.. The fillies thoughts were interrupted; her body had crashed into the Everfree Forest!
She awoke to a strange being sniffing her mane, it was a menacing creature, with a row of sharp teeth. a long snout, and yellow eyes gleamed at her hungrily. The young filly screeched as she ran from the creature. Once she was out of the trees, and away f
The Babysitting GigJenny sighed, leaning back on the couch with a smile. Before her, sitting on a blanket in front of the TV, was a small baby girl, playing with some blocks. "You having fun Emmy?" Jenny asked, leaning down a bit and watching her with a smile. Emmy cooed and babbled a bit, crawling over to pick up a block, banging it against another block.
Jenny giggled a little bit, leaning back again. It was a bit of a tiring job, babysitting, especially for a fifteen year old. It was especially hard earlier, when Emmy was crying and being fussy for seemingly no reason. But after a bath, some feeding and a bit of playtime, she seemed perfectly happy now! Of course, she spit up on her a little bit, causing Jenny to have to change into a hoodie and jeans, but otherwise everything was going fine!
She watched the baby play for a bit, before getting down on her knees, sitting next to her. "Having fun playin' with your blocks?" Jenny asked, picking her up and setting her in her lap. Emmy cooed in response, s
TWG written assignment :P Ripplebreeze looked at the mess of cats. How shades, colors, and clans were all mixed together. Seeing how big a lot of the toms were, Ripplebreeze was kind of scared. She puffed out her chest. No, she wasn't going to be afraid. She would prove to Coalfur, to Stormwhisper, that she could defend herself and no cat was to small. She smirked, I should have made a bet with Stormwhisper that I would have come back with both eyes. Enough stalling! Get a move on Ripplebreeze. She tried to move, but her legs felt like they were personally glued to the ground. Not until she saw Fadingbreeze, underneath a tom. Her whole body burned with rage as she saw her "best" friend being clawed. She ran as fast as her paws could take her, dodging the cats, and headbutted him as hard as she could. He tumbled off her and Ripplebreeze turned to Fadingbreeze, "are you ok?!" Fadingbreeze got up, "Thank you." She huffed. Ripplebreeze stood by her, waiting for the cat to get
Strange Feelings (Short Story)How did I end up in this mess? I couldn't quite put what had happened. All I know is that I'm stuck with a girl, surrounded by food, and at a park hill with nobody around. I find this 'girl' unusual, but somewhat attractive. I mean, in a complicated way. I seem to want to be by her and then I don't, I don't know what it is, but something about her makes me feel all sorts of ways. We don't even have a relationship, but she makes it pretty obvious she wants to be next to me all the time. Sometimes it even gets annoying, especially when she drags me around everywhere. Bringing me to a picnic isn't what I usually do, so I sit quietly and think to myself.
"Toxic, are you going to eat or stare at that tree all day?" Sparkle asks, and pokes me in the arm as she said it. I jerk back in reflex, coming back to reality slowly.
"Oh, uh, what do you have?" I ask, feeling some guilt for ignoring her.
"Stuff." She said without thinking, probably. She pushed the basket of food towards me and crossed h
Character CreationAre you part of the Fuyumi Clan? (Only Characters in the Fuyumi clan are allowed Pink hair and you have to be human. No other characters can have pink hair)
(Any but Pink hair If not Fuyumi)
(Any but Fuyumi have to be human)
(anything that looks fantasy like)
The Derp Games I settled into the tree I had found earlier that day, and fell asleep in it. The next morning, I noticed an owl had its eyes locked on me. 'That's weird' I thought, 'owls are nocturnal' So I grabbed my sword and threw it at the bird. It fell to the ground without struggling. 'Hm...suspicious' I walked over the the owl. It was an artic snowy owl. Whats that doing in the forest! I picked it up and looked at it. The eyes were still trained on me. I soon realized the owls eyes were focusing and unfocusing. It was a camera! I put it on a branch and yelled at it "HEY WORLD! MY NAMES SURGETIC MONSTER!" then smashed the living crud out of the camera. A few days later, I was killed by some guy named Bob,.
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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