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True Friends Forever Ch.1Skylar has always been different from other girls, mostly cause she doesn't have parents. She's raised by women in an orphanage, that she STILL hasn't been adopted from. A knock came on her door.
"Come in!" Skylar shouts.
Skylar has shaggy brown hair, darker brown eyes, a dark pink shirt with a black tank top, jeans, and black tennis shoes. And no, Skylar's not a boy. She's a girl. A woman came in. She had olive skin, black hair in a bun, glasses, a red dress with long sleeves, and black high heels. Everyone knew her as the woman that owned the place, Mrs. Valderez. She smiled.
"Some people are here to see you."
Skylar eyes got wide and she smiled a big smile. She hopped off her bed and ran out her room, Mrs. Valderez behind her.
In the 2 chairs in front of the desk sat 2 people, a man and woman. The man had brown hair, green eyes, a gray t-shirt, jeans, and white tennis shoes. The woman had curled black hair, piercing blue eyes, black blouse, jeans, and black flats. They both smiled a
Camp Demi-God Next Generation Ch. 1Hey, I'm Nicole Jackson. I haven't seen my mom since I was 2, which was 12 years ago. My dad has me going to this school for "special" kids. I have ADHD, I have curled brown hair, kaleidoscope eyes, pink shirt, short shorts, and sneakers. My dad has always been protective of me, especially since monsters keep attacking me. It's 12 am and I just got back from Rose' s house. Rose Clarkson is my best friend, she has long straight brown hair, green eyes, a purple shirt, and jeans. She has bad legs. A fury came swooping down and almost chopped my head off. I unclipped my bracelet and hit the red orb. It turned into a sword. I swung at her and I sliced her side. A clutch hit her head and she disintegrated to dust. "Rose-HOLY!" I scream. She looked..... different. She only smiled. "What? Haven't you ever seen a saytr before?" She asked playfully. A man who looked 20 came up. He had uneven pieces of jet-black hair, blue eyes,jeans,blue shirt, and sneakers. He had the face as someone in Greek m
The Story Of Perseus EpilogueEPILOGUE
"I am Perseus!" 6 year-old Perseus shouted running around on the playground. It was a summer day in August. And yes, his name actually IS Perseus, Perseus Harrison. His father, Giles Harrison, loves Greek mythology. "Stop it!" A girl voice screamed. A girl who looked his age,6, with blonde hair,blue eyes, wearing a yellow sundress and white flats. There were two boys, both looked 15 or 16, curly red hair and green eyes. Only one had a gray jacket, white shirt, and jeans. The other had the same look but no jacket. They were squirting her with squirt guns, laughing. Little Perseus made an attempt to rescue the poor girl, showing them his Medusa shield, sword raised. "Stand down or turn to stone, for I am Perseus!" He shouted. The two boys looked at each other, then laughed. Perseus threw the sword at them, the one without the jacket caught it. Perseus charged at them, the one with the jacket put his
The Wolf Who Turned Into A Boy Ch.1CHAPTER 1
In the woods, there was a tribe of wolves. Nobody had a name of their own, they were all
just called 'wolf'.
"Wolf!" The chief called.
The chief had brown fur and yellow eyes. Every wolf rose up.
"No not you! Or you! Son!" He explained, paw in his face.
The brown wolf with blue eyes walked cautiously, what would his father want?
"Is there something wrong?" The brown wolf asked.
"Yes, actually. Word is, you didn't kill the elk like you were supposed to."
The young brown wolf cringed, he did remember. It wasn't fair, a male wolf purposely made
him lose focus. He bent over and knelt.
"I'm sorry father."
"Don't let it happen again." The chief said, his yellow eyes filled with disappointment.
Which was unusual, yellow meant happiness. But not this yellow.
The brown wolf took a lick from the creek, looking at himself. He has been a push-over
his whole life. Whenever anyone did something bad, he would take the fall for the person
who actually did it. He was tired of it, there had
The Guardians Of Olympus pg.10I didn't know how to react. Instead of kneeling like me, they all laughed.
"Looks you weren't good enough to your dad!" Nikki shrieked, trying to breathe from laughter. Ethan looked at her, frowning.
"No, all he would talk about was her."
"You've met him?" I ask.
"Yeah. When I met Echidna and The Chimera, I jumped out the building and landed in the little pond outside. I prayed to Poseidon to let me live, he did. I met him and all he talked about was her." He replied.
"What other adventures have you been on?" Sarah asked, clearly intrigued.
I felt this feeling in my stomach. It tightened and I felt hatred towards him. Was I jealous?
"I need to talk to dad." I grumbled.
"I'll go with you." Ethan offered.
I didn't want to, but he WAS another Poseidon kid. I'd be rude, besides I didn't want them to think I hated him.
"Sure, whatever." I huffed.
Nicole offered to take us. She grabbed a lightning bolt from Sarah, threw it at the ground and we were gone.
All the gods and goddesses looked
The Guardians Of Olympus pg.9The Underworld was just how it was when we came and left: cold, creepy, and gloomy. It made me shiver, everyone else did too.
"What're you doing here daughter of Poseidon?" Hades asked, his voice sounded cold.
A woman was sitting next to him. She had black hair, red eyes, and wore a black tunic. We all knew who she was.
"Persephone." I said.
She smiled at me.
"Are Zack and Steven here?" Sarah asked, eyes full of hope.
"I do not know daughter of Zeus." Hades replied.
"But, we thought they'd be here." Sarah, looked down.
"What do they look like?" Persephone asked, smiling like she was her daughter.
"Steven has brown hair and gray eyes. He wears a blue hat, white shirt, a blue jacket, jeans and sneakers. Zack has brown hair streaked with red and yellow eyes. He wears a Camp Demi-God shirt, dark gray jeans, and sneakers." Sarah explained.
"I did see them! They're in Tartarus!" Persephone exclaimed.
"Tartarus?" We all echoed.
We didn't know why or how they were there, but we just h
The Guardians Of Olympus pg. 8Sarah waved.
"Hi Jason!" she yelled, smiling.
He looked at us, then he smiled. He said something to the little boy and ran to us.
"Hey guys what's up?" he casually asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"You know this guy?" Matt asked.
"Yeah, that's Jason, son of Hermes." Brian said.
"Who're YOU?" Jason asked pointing at him.
"Matt, son of Apollo." he held out his hand, just like with Sarah.
He shook it.
"Aren't you supposed to be in school?" Nicole asked like he did something wrong.
But you could see her smile.
"No, It's Saturday." he replied eyebrows raised.
Nicole blushed, then socked him in the arm. He just laughed. Sarah looked down.
"Steven's missing, we're trying to find him."
"Where's Zack then?" Jason asked.
"He's missing too." Sarah replied, looking at me.
Everyone looked at me, it made me blush.
"I could care less about him!" I snapped.
"Sure." Jason replied, eyebrow raised.
I groaned. Everyone laughed.
Just then, a woman came up. She had long brown hair, green eyes, a V-n
The Guardians Of Olympus pg.7Sarah, Matt, Brian, and Nicole have been walking for hours. I was thinking back when Sarah was allowed to have a quest. She seemed confused, uncomfortable, and shy. She wasn't prepared like I was. Everyone wanted to please her just cause she had a powerful dad. I had a powerful dad too, but her dad was more powerful than mine. We were both alone. And she had a step-dad who didn't like her too, but she WANTS him to love her like she was his daughter. But Brian and I wouldn't care, he had a step-mom who didn't like him too. Some families are messed up.
"The minotaur!" Brian exclaims looking both excited and terrified.
Matt grabs out his guitar which turned into a sword, I HAD to get something like that. Brian and Nicole did the same. Sarah just made a sword OUT OF lightning, that was so cool! Zack pulls out his sword too.
"No! We don't want them to know we were following them." I whisper holding his arm to stop him.
"This is a fight I've always dreamed of." Zack whispers, pulling his arm
The Guardians Of Olympus pg.6Remember how I said I was glad I was a demi-god? I was wrong, well sort of.
"Chrystal!" screams Sarah.
Sarah's a daughter of Zeus, well 2nd daughter anyway. She grabs my shirt, tight. Her black eyes full of concern and worry.
"What's up?" I ask.
"Steven's missing!" She cries.
Steven's a mortal who can see through the mist and read minds. Sarah has a thing for him.
"What happened?" I ask, putting her hands down to her side.
"Steven and I were having any regular life, when a fur- kindly one- came and attacked us. I shot it with lightning, it stumbled backward, and he tackled it and fell out the building. And I don't-" she burst into tears, she really cared about him.
"Then go on a quest. You can bring 3 with you." I suggested.
The camp director came up to us.
Of course he knows her name. Zeus don't play.
"Who do you want to bring on your quest?"
Pratically the whole camp heard, everyone was staring at her. She shifted uncomfortably.
"I would like to." a voice spoke.
It was a
The Story Behind the Piano
When I was younger, the strangest thing has happened to me. I once killed a woman and collected her soul for my father’s quota. After that day, I continued to sleep in my coffin, on the edge of my cemetery. Things have never been the same since that woman’s death. I would always hear these unusual sounds coming from deep within my own cemetery. As weeks have passed, I’ve continued to rejoice in the melody that mysteriously played in the night. I never wanted it to end. It was such a soothing lullaby.
After another week, the notes have changed from what I could tell was a piano. Only then did I decide to investigate. The further I’ve traveled, the louder the notes became. Such a talented artist of the hands, I had to know who was playing this work of art. I came upon a church. It was a large, ruined church that I knew very well of. My cemetery is quite large, so it was not surprising to have a
The Sunny SpotSeeing as cooler day's were approaching, and the leaves were starting to their colors, I tried to soak in as much of the green-leaf warmth as I could. Don't get me wrong, I love the wet slush and snow, it's just that I know I'll miss the way the sun baked me in my dark pelt. I might as well enjoy it while it's still here.
Lazing around, I found the purrfect sunny spot. It was right outside of the Apprentices den, where a stream of light was cast down between the canopy of tree branches above. Many of leafy tree's were changing colors already. Pretty orange's and yellow's, mixed in with what was left of the green. I may not have been alive for very long, but I decided that this was my favorite time of all the seasons. Not only was it the prettiest, but it was also the dirtiest. Right next to the new-leaf season, where it rained all the time.
And I loved getting dirty.
Speaking of which, I could still feel a light layer of dust on my pelt from when I rolled around in a sandy spot by the
UntitledIt's 4 am.
And I am wide awake.
Sleep doesn't come easy.
And when it does, I can't tell if I am really asleep or dreaming of being asleep.
I feel itchy.
I scratch my forearm furiously with my sharp nails. These nails comes handy sometimes. I scratched too hard. I am bleeding. I am such a mess. I need to clean myself up before the guards see the wound and think I was trying to kill myself. Again. I sit up straight. I feel a little dizzy from the sudden movement. My eyes cannot adjust to the darkness but I don't need eyes to know what is where. There is not much to know actually. There is a bed, a shelf, a small window, a table and a chair. I know each and every single corner of this square room. I know the floor creaks at seventh step from the bed. I know there is a spider nest at the corner of the shelf. There is a big graffiti on the wall which reads 'God loves you'.
--Roax Alexei Veselovsky is a simple man. A VERY simple man, to be precise. Whether it was from the way he clothed himself or how he goes on with his day, it was all simple. Except for one thing - he loves to think. Sometimes he was so immersed in his own thoughts that he was tuned out from his current surroundings, whether it was an important thing or just a trivial one, like if he had done his laundry or not. This sometimes gave him an alibi, but more often than not became a source of annoyance among his social circle due to his constant daze and far away look, occasionally ignoring conversations and people. And sometimes, he spends his evenings sitting on his chair with a journal and a cup of coffee, thinking and probably write something.
That evening was one of those days.
He was sitting alone in his dingy apartment - even though it was small and somewhat worn out, he had done a good job on keeping it clean and tidy. All his books were lined according to order on the shelf, whi
Strings. My name is Melissa.
When I was 8,my family took me to a free puppet theater for my birthday.It was really crappy to them,but to me,the puppets were amazing.
The man who owned them came up to me after the show.
"Hey,little girl."He said with his thick Italian accent,"Did you like the show?"
"Absolutely!"I said in my young voice,"My favorite was the blonde headed ballerina!"
"Well,here."He said as he gave me a piece of paper.It was blue and had,a sense of magic to it.
"You can use it this afternoon.Come by my workshop and I can make you a puppet!"He said with a grin.
"Oh no,it's quite alright."My Mother said before I could get a answer out.
"Oh pretty please Mommy?With sugar on top??"I begged her as I gave the puppy dog eyes.
I wished I would not have begged her.I went to the man's shop that night,and it was horrible.When I got there,I felt instantly light-headed.I smelled toxic gas in the air.I then fainted.
Phases Of Change | Chapter 3: Exposure
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon in anyway shape or form, all rights are reserved to Nintendo.
Chapter 3 is here on deviantart and I will be getting to editing others and continuing the story.
Mark and I walked into Professor Oak's Lab. Even though I haven’t been here since my father died, the haunting images creep up on me easily. Just the very thought makes me want to walk right out. I can’t, though, I’ve got important business with the good Professor.
We waited at the front room of the lab for the Professor to show up for about half an hour.
"Hello you two,” said Oak, waving and smiling like he usually did. “Sorry it took me so long to get here, I had problems with some Cubone that wouldn't let me near them for a study, but I solved the problem... sort of.” He scratched behind his neck sheepishly. Pausing for a moment, his expression turned serious. When he remembered why we were here, he looked me in the
26 more facts about MediEvil1. Dan is 36 years old, he was born 1250 and died 1286
2. “Canny” is a Scottish term meaning, “pretty”, yet in English it translates to either “cunning” or “smart”.
3. Kift's hands are steam-powered. A reference about how at the time most of the machines were powered by steam and it might also refer to steampunk.
4. In MediEvil Resurrection there is an anachronism: The narrator in the introduction video speaks of chocolate, cocoa wasn't discovered yet since America wasn't discovered either. There’s also a reference to basketballs during the Pumpkin Gorge level, which wasn’t invented either.
5. Judging by the map in the first MediEvil, Gallowmere seems to be set between England and Scotland.
6. Kift and Palethorn were once best friends.
7. Kift lost his hands in an attempt to recreate an Indiana Jones stunt (which hasn’t been around yet). Actually, he lost them while recovering Zarok’s spellbook, which Palethorn ma
Man vs Nature, Nature vs ManAll is ever so peaceful in the depths of mother nature's expanding garden. Descending rays of warmth from the sky shine upon the family of trees and its fellow inhabitants. The softness of the wind and the rustling of leaves perfectly sync in with the chirping of nature's feathered friends. And in the center of the evergreen stands a young stag, consuming a number of green delicacies the forest has to offer.
The facade of serenity however comes to a close, when reality lands a thunderous blow. The sudden uproar frightens the birds into fluttering away from the Earth and up into the heavens. Everything grows dead silent as the wake up call echoes throughout the wood, then fades into obscurity. The stag has collapsed onto the soil, and the greenery surrounding the creature is stained with crimson red.
"Please forgive me…" a scruffy voice calls out to the stag with sheer minimal sincerity.
Before the lifeless vessel of nature's creation stands a creation of God, wielding in his a to
Does and daws. <Gutter-Mutt> Mavro had one thing in mind as he left the whelping room. Food. His own stomach was twisting and turning... and he knew his harem needed good wholesome food to raise puppies. Sighing in slight annoyance, he'd stalk through the compound, and slip under the fence... wandering off toward the north end near the edge of the woods. Hunting time!
<Maara-G> It was late evening by the time Erik noticed he was hungry. He wrinkled his muzzle, or rather what was left, slunk from the catwalks of the theatre with an ugly crack of his back, and slipped out into the dying sunlight. Erik was as ugly as ever, if not moreso. Tall and twisted and ugly, the collie mix padded down deserted streets. He'd heard rumors about pups, and maybe he'd smelled them on the wind, but then again, that might have been the smell of the radiation, he couldn't quite tell anymore. The last dog he expected to see was Mavro. However, as he slipped past the fence for the first time in months, he caught
The Wolf Who Turned Into A Boy Ch.2CHAPTER 2
The brown wolf screamed in terror. Flailing his arms everywhere, rubbing his hair. How could this have happened? The blonde boy punched his face.
"Calm down dude! What're you screaming about anyway?"
The brown wolf quickly thought of something he could say.
"I-um thought I saw a..... hobo?" He said unsurely.
The blonde boy shrugged.
"They are pretty creepy."
"So what's your name?" The brown wolf asked.
"Harry Harvey. What's yours?" Harry asked.
The brown wolf didn't know how to respond. How do you tell a human you don't have a name? He quickly thought of a name, but couldn't' think of one.
"You look like a Daniel." Harry said, rubbing his chin.
"Cause I am one. A Daniel." The brown wolf said, faking a smile.
"There's someone I want you to meet." Harry said, grabbing his friend dragging him to a house.
"You're gonna like her." Harry suggests.
The brown wolf- or Dani
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