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The Deep End Ch.2
Just as the rangers put on their sunscreen, James, Emily, and Rico jump into the shallow end of the pool, as the water goes up to James' chest, Emily's chest, and Rico's neck. "The water is pretty refreshing," Emily states as she slicks back her wet and shiny black hair as she sneers. "I have no idea what Sasha's talking about" James remarks. He later turns to Sasha, who's sitting in a deck chair depressingly staring in the water along with Tabitha, who is laying on her sunbed reading a novel. Susan is with her daughter Allison in the kiddy pool, watching her play with her teddy bear wearing arm floaties and a duck tube for extra safety.
Sasha sits in the deck chair being very lonely and feeling doubt, so she goes to visit Susan for advise about how to approach the water. "M-Mrs. Bristol?" Sasha asks politely, but nervously. "Do you want help with water, Sasha?" Susan asks back with delight. "H-how'd you know?". Susan laughs as she rubs herself with sunscreen. "Silly Sasha, in the car
The Red ReaperIt is October 23rd, so the weather is forty-five degrees Fahrenheit. Due to the weather, Harris is forced to wear a leather jacket over a white collared shirt, along with brown slacks. He is walking to the public library, which is where the murder took place. Police Officer Matthew Norris waits for him. He is somewhat overweight, yet hunched for a police officer. However, he is slightly taller than Harris, who’s 5’9”, but doesn’t quite have the bravery.
“Why, hello there, Officer Norris” Harris remarks positively. “This place looks normal, isn’t it?”. “This isn’t a laughing matter. One of our best scientists, named Dr. John Harway...has vanished. Right after he vanished, some civilian called 911, and that’s where we came in,” Norris whispers nervously as he pushes up his large glasses. “This is unlike anything we’ve encountered, so-”. “Norris, please,” Harris interrupts rud
Folly of Man“We knew the world would not be the same, a few people laughed, few people cried, a few people went silent. I remember reading the Hindu scripture, the behavaghad-gita, that Vishnu persuaded the prince to do his duty. To impress him, he takes on his multi-armed form, and says ‘Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds.”-Robert J. Oppenheimer
In case you guys forgot, I am Staff Sergeant Franklin Paddock of the 251st division, at least how I remember it. I’m in what used to be San Francisco, California. Not anymore. It has become a wasteland, like we’ve been hit by two H-bombs; thousands mangled, many buildings crushed into oblivion, and the smell of flesh being burnt on concrete. Along the roads, there are also footprints the size of a soccer field, creating large sinkholes that is filled with contaminated water. There is also no vegetation, as the soil is contaminated with radiation. It has been a long time since I’ve looked at my reflecti
Bullet Rangers, Chapter 16, Revenge is Sweet
Monday, October 6th, 11:12 AM, Peranel County, Alostet, Empire City, Emrovia
It is officially the first day of Natroska’s regime, where she turned the theocracy of Emrovia into a communist/fascist nation. Many of the reptiles, aka Saraxians were forced into work camps, where all they do is chip away a chunk of rock until it is in the wolf’s image. If they screw up one little detail, they get capped in the head in a quick and painless death. However, if they refuse to work, they get hanged in public. The blue and black flag has vanished, and replaced with a more sinister black banner that is tainted with a red spider-like emblem.
Right now, James is walking alone in Paranel County, a small suburban part of Alostet that is flooded with fast-food restaurants and department stores. Thirty minutes ago, James bought a couple of groceries to support his family, as Susan is in a meeting with the supreme court. What he bought at the store were painkillers for Tif
Trivia for AllisonTrivia for Allison:
- Originally, her name was supposed to be Jessica and she was going to be two years older than James himself! She also had skills of a ninja and was going to be a lost-sister of sorts.
- When I changed her name to Allison, she was also going to be a two years younger than James. She was also going to be a brat who always complained about James' stupid plans, and also was more mature.
- Allison symbolizes my creativity and childhood.
- Originally, Allison was going to be extremely aquaphobic. I scrapped that idea because I felt there were too many aquaphobes in my series.
- Right now, Allison has reached age 10 and has started training. Right now, she's taking swim lessons and is learning about the safety of firearms.
- When she was little, Allison required a night light and calming music in order for her to sleep.
- For breakfast, she mostly preferred Honey Nut Cheerios with milk.
- At the pool, she prefers wearing a lifejacket and dog-paddles.
Trivia for Tiffany ZeolaTrivia for Tiffany Zeola:
- Her last name is a reference to the Toho monster, Zilla.
- She is the fastest runner and swimmer in the BR. She can also hold her breath for 30 minutes, and was in the school's swim team.
- She's a lifeguard because it runs in the family.
- Originally, she was going to be only James' best friend.
- Her favorite swimming style is that of a crocodile. She also swims in freestyle.
- During her childhood, she almost drowned after being stoned unconscious by Natroska's gang. Fortunately, James dove into the ocean and saved her.
- Tiffany's parents were killed during the Emrova-Cronex war after the Cronex's invasion of Saraxia, forcing her and surviving reptiles to immigrate to Mobotropolis and Emrovia.
- She mostly lived with Jakob, who treated her like an abusive slave-owner. She ran away to live with James.
- She refuses to be a Bullet Ranger during the summer, as she is busy being a swim-teacher and a lifeguard. Occasionally, she babysits Allison during missio
The Replacement-TG Caption
Mike was cleaning the camera lens for the fourth time that evening when Mr. Prez walked in red faced.
“Still no answer?” Mike asked.
Mr. Prez clenched his phone with rage. “Still no answer.” He said pinching his nose. He looked around the room. All the equipment was set up; the lights, the camera, the props. Everything was in place for the photo shoot except the thing they were shooting.
“I can't believe she did this again. How does she expect to make to make it in this industry if she is always late or a no show?” Mr. Prez said with his head pointed toward the ceiling.
“Maybe she just got caught up? Mike said putting the camera down.
“Oh please I'm tired of her excuses, it's always something.” Mr. Prez looked down at his watch. “Oh we're running out of time and I need these pictures for the spread next week. I can't have another late entry, the outlet will never forgive me.”
Mr. Prez started pacing back and forth.
Words In The Rain
Donnie watched Mikey silently pulled on his rain boots and coat; while Donnie did the same. Everyone else had long since fallen asleep but not him and Mikey. They’d both lain awake in their bed, occasionally poking the other to make sure they were still awake. Only when the gentle sounds of their father’s snores reached their ears did they know they were safe to move. Slowly they’d gotten out of bed before silently pulling on their boots and coats while doing their best not to wake their brother’s or father. In front of him Donnie watched as Mikey struggled to do up the buttons in his coat. Giggling slightly Donnie pushed his little brother’s fingers out of the way and did the buttons for him; snapping them into place before buttoning up his own jackets before grinning at Mikey.
Mikey grinned back at him and nodded “yeah!”
A second later the 6 year old turtle clasped his hands over his mouth, his eyes going wide in fear tha
yandere!Bertholdt x reader: Devil's spoke INTRO
By now, someone should have rousted you from bed and thrown you into training. The scratching of your nails on the mattress brought you out of your slumber. Softly groaning, you forced your eyes open and rubbed your face, everything around you still quiet. Your fingers tapped the headboard that sat against the wall, and your eyes scanned every detail of the bunk above you as your mind tried to wake up enough to consider leaving your sheets. The absolute silence reminded you that no one else could be awake. There were snores, peaceful sighs and tossing and turning. You almost missed the sound of heavy boots stomping down the hall at night, your father never practicing the art of not shaking the house as he walked. A rather obnoxious sound, really, but a sound at least.
At last there was a noise other than yourself. You heard the bed springs above you creak and you looked over to meet blue eyes. Annie, the girl that slept above you, was leaning over the side of her mattress; her upside d
Roana Hood: An alerntive Robin Hood Chapter 1It started with a stormy night. The rain lashed relentlessly against the windows while lightning shock the ground and thunder filled the air. In a little house on the outskirts of the village, close to the forest, were 2 young children huddled in the corner near the fireplace to hide from the frightening monsters that haunted the air and threatened to steal them from their kind old grandmother, who was sitting in her rocking chair, smiling at her grandchildren's fear of the natural weather.
"Come on children, the thunder and lightning will not harm you. It is merely God moving his furniture around." the grandmother told her children, trying to take their minds off of the frequent storms that had hit their homeland for the past few weeks. "Well he's been changing his mind a lot them hasn't he?" said the older one, a boy called Simon, retorted. His younger sister, called Emily, giggled at his joke while their grandmother laughed along. She smiled at him and laughed again when his frown w
words while sick
Mikey watched as in front of him Donnie coughed for a moment before letting out a gentle wheeze. “sorry……can't play……today.”
Mikey shook his head, “Downy be better.”
As he spoke he leaned over making sure the small blanket that was draped over his older brother covered as much of him as it could. Under the blankets Donnie smiled weakly. “I’ll…..be ok…… need rest.”
Behind him Mikey felt Leo and Raph shift, “we leave you now Donnie. Get better.”
Donnie nodded and closed his eyes, doing his best to draw in deep breaths but only succeeding in making himself cough more.
Mike felt his brother’s touch his shoulder, trying to get him to follow them out of the room. But he ignored them, shrugging off their touches as he moved in closer to Donnie. “help?”
Donnie opened an eye and looked at him. “m…Mikey?”
Mikey nodded, “how help?”
Donnie smiled wea
Words In A Drawing
Splinter smiled to himself as he looked over his sons. Raphael and Leonardo were lying on their stomachs while they colored, occasionally shifting to pick up a different crayon from the small pile they had. Donatello use using a chair as a make-shift table while at his feet Michelangelo was using a small box as a table. Splinter sighed and closed his eyes, returning to his meditations. He’d learned long ago that if he wanted peace and quiet he had to distract his sons. And nothing did this better then coloring, not only did it distract his sons but it also provided him with the oddly soothing ‘whoosh’ sounds the crayons made as they passed over the paper. A small noise made splinter’s ears flick towards his sons. “Mikey?”
He opened his eyes, watching as his youngest son pointed to his new headband before pointing to Raph, all the while gently tugging on Donatello’s hand. Donatello looked at him for a moment trying to understand what his little
The Gatherer of TwigsThe flames don’t burn. They itch... as week old tattoos often do. A wildfire of orange and gold crawls from my ankle to my knee, my left leg engulfed forever. I’ve been branded by a demon, its soul sinking into my skin like enchanted ink.
This happens every time, I carry one mark for each soul I have reaped. My right forearm bears a feather from a Phoenix, there is a lone wing in blinding white that takes up half my back from the only Angel I've ever taken. Vibrant cerulean and jade scales swirl around my neck like a collar- those appeared after a pair of Selkies. A tangle of hissing snakes wrap around my left thigh thanks to a nasty, ancient Gorgon. I also have waves on my ass cheeks from a snarky Leviathan and a zombie Chihuahua dressed in pink on my left bicep from an even snarkier Hellhound.
I am a reaper, guiding the souls of only supernatural beings to the afterlife. I am not Death. I do not wear a hooded cloak or carry a scythe. Death is a cranky bastard and ri
The Lives We Lead (CHAPTER 7)HEY FOLKS, YOU SHOULD MAKE YOURSELVES REALLY COMFY FOR THIS CHAPTER; IT’S THE LONGEST CHAPTER IN THE WHOLE STORY.(8,215 words)
HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY IT.
Breakfast was an odd affair. All around them patrons of the diner eat and chatting; seemingly without a care in the world. In front of him Mikey watched as Leo stirred his oatmeal absentmindedly. He’d been doing that for several minutes now, pushing the slushy grains around without actually eating any of them. Mikey himself had practically inhaled the waffle, eggs, and hashbrowns that he had ordered. Now he sat watching as Leo continued to stir his food, a look of reserved fear flickering across his face. “Leo…..” Mikey kept his voice soft so as not to startle Leo; but also so as not to let anyone else here him. Leo looked up at him, his eyes that of someone who was scared and confused. “I’m……..I’m not hungry.” Leo pushed the bowl away
The Lives We Lead (CHAPTER 7.5)CHAPTER 7.5
Slowly Donnie woke, blinking as he slowly sat up. looking across the room he bit his lip. Raphael had shifted, he no longer lay under the covers and blankets but instead sat sitting on top of them. he’d pulled on his underwear and pants with his shirt slung over his shoulder, while he held his head in his hands. As Donnie watched Raph's sides shook slightly. “R….raph?” Donnie’s voice made Raph flinch slightly, yet still the red turtle turned a little to look at him with one eye. “oh……sorry…….I…….I didn’t mean to……….wake you.” Sitting up a little more Donnie made sure to keep the blankets around his chest and neck; there was no need to remind Raph of what had happened the night before. “raph……..are you…….ok?” he watched as Raph took another breath his sides shaking. “I………I……….” h
Sonic Fanfic CastHello everyone, I have both good news and bad news. The bad news is that I'm cancelling my reimagining of the Sonic series. The good news is that I'm writing a fanfic series that has almost all of the Sonic characters. A lot of the characters are going to be reimagined when it comes to backstory and design. Some of them might be more powerful than others.
Basically, the story takes place in an alternate universe where there was a civil war between the Freedom Fighters and the Supression Squad, where it has started because of the fear and paranoia of a future apocalypse by the mysterious alien race known simply as "M". Robotnik, the leader of the Squad gives his political ally Natroska Ivanova a nuke Mobotropolis to rebuild it in his image. During a foiled detonation; most of the heroes and villains accidentally disappear to an alternate dimension where Sonic and the fighters have taken control of Mobius and rule it with an iron fist, with a mentally troubled yet vengeful Sonic taking t
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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