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The hero's rushThe squad pushes forward.
The leader, a hero, is in front.
Call the chant, say the word.
The hero's stunt.
A rifle's sound cracks.
The pain from a mortal wound.
The squad stops in their tracks.
The hero has passed the moon.
Frozen from the sudden violence,
the soldiers look around.
The sniper is eternely quiet,
there is no sound.
Thoses brave men may have lived,
But a part of them died that day.
On that battlefield,
When the bullet missed, and nobody died.
The dream lives on.
Oh, how the fallen wanderOh, how the fallen wander,
Left to walk on yonder.
Fallen heroes forgoten,
They've never left their country.
Oh, how the fallen wander,
Still searching for their country.
Heroes who fought and fell,
But their stories, none shall tell.
Oh, how the fallen wander,
on into what is yonder.
Their sacrifice was for what's right,
Done in first dawn's light.
Oh, how the fallen wander,
Looking to serve their country once more.
The ghosts of our contry's heroes.
Their aim still zeroes.
On the enemies of justice.
Once the enemies are felled.
The fallen will wander no longer,
And the sun will shine on the field of battle once more.
God bless America.
Who is John Wilkson? A mysterious figure stood in front of the town salon. The year was 1898, and the wild west was booming. The mystery man pulled down his hat and walked in. He looked like any cowboy, but had on a pair of jeans. He walked up to the bar and the barman walked up. "We don't get many strangers round these here parts, what's yer name?" The bartender asked.
"The name's John Wilkson." the figure said. Suddenly, a group of cowboys walked in. John muttered a cuss word and stood up.
"Where ya' goin?" the bartender asked, John not listening.
"Exemplers. They followed me." as he left, his hat fell off, revealing his slicked-back brown hair and deep blue eyes. "Crap" he muttered, and ran out, the Exemplers following him in pursuit.
Runners: The opening My name is Flame. I don't know my true name. I am, no, was part of a rebellion. They had all five of us brainwashed. Only I have escaped. The rebles are evil. The five ruling mythical creatures, the keepers of peace, have gone missing. I know where they are, I know who we are. we are...
There are five of us, each named after the mark on our face. Flame, Moon, Ice, Lightning, Water. We are the runners. We can open portals to the other side without help. We're faster, stronger, and also in great danger.
We must unlock the secret of the five beasts, I must save the others. It won't be easy, it's a race against time. I have to save them, then we can save the world.
We are... The Runners.
Every Which Way: Ch: 1PART 1:TRACKER, TRACKED
Running, never stopping, no escape. As I ran through the forest I herd dog, no, wolf-like growls chaseing me. They were everywere and they were catching up to me. As they approached I felt adrenaline corseing through my veins, up ahed there was a clearing if I could make it I could escape. As I broke into the clearing I herd the wolfs mere inches behind me. As they broke throug the dense foilage I could see they wern't just wolves, they were half wolf, half human. Erasers. As they caught up I got a running start, jumped into the air.... and flew.
I woke up with a start drenched in cold sweat, that same dream.... I looked around and remembered where I was, In an old, abandoned-exept-for-me base in the alps. Well, it was a base before I got here, now it was more like a small house. Lately I've been having that same nightmare. The flying part doesn't qualify it as a dream, as I can already do that, more on that later.
This base-house is high up, hidden. I've alwa
Axion's tale 3: CH. 1 arrival I saw the exit of the portal and braced myself for the landing. I arrived three feet off the ground and fell face-first into it. Ouch. As I sat up I saw that I had arrived in a meadow. This world appeared to have normal weather and a normal sun. I stood up and saw a city a few miles off. The other way had nothing but more medow and forest. I saw a path and went for it. As I arrived at it, three 6-foot humanoid lizards wearing t-shirts and jeans turned the corner. I quickly dived out of the way, but they had already seen me.
"What was that?" one asked.
"Let's go see" another said
They came twords my hideing spot, and despite my efforts, they found me. One yanked me out and held me up.
"What's this? an intruder to OUR land?" The one who was holding me, I assume he was the leader, said.
"Hey, it looks like a hairless monkey."One said.
"Don't you remember? It's a Hu
YuGiOh dragon duels pt 2 Yonsai was running down an alleyway, he was late for the tornenent. A few days after he met Sarx, he told Yonsai about a tornenent going on.
-a couple days ago-
"The winner gets to meet Yusei Fudo and help officialy open Deadulus bridge" Sarx exitedly told Yonsai.
"Is your new deck ready? The one I helped you make?" Yonsai asked.
"Yea, I'm gonna enter, are you?"
"Yea, I'll enter. Sarge, let's both make it to the finals, and if one of us wins, we'll both go. Deal? Yonsai suggested.
"That's a great idea!" Sarx said eagerly.
"If i'm late, I'll be disqualified." Yonsai said to himself. "Stupid alarm clock." He grumbled, his clock hadn't gone off and he had overslept. He saw the tornement and heard an MC.
"If Yonsai isn't here, he's out! the MC yelled.
"Wait, I'm right here!" he called out, as he ran up.
YuGiOh Dragon duels Pt.1 My name's Yonsai, I'm a duelist. I'm about 15 years old and I live in the satillite. I've collected some rare and powerful cards that could cause terible destruction if in the wrong hands, but i'm not the wrong person. My story starts now...
I was wandering about the satilite, looking for someone to duel, when suddenly, I crashed into someone.
"hey, watch where your going!" The kid yelled,he looked about my age.
"Sorry, I was looking for someone to duel" I explaned. That's when I saw the kid had a duel disk. "Hey, you'r a duelist, wanna duel?" I asked
"Sure, what's your name? Mine's Sarx, but everyone calls me Sarge." He said.
"My name's yonsai..." I started "...And let's Duel!" I finished as we drew our starting hand.
"I'll go first" I said. I drew a card and looked at my hand. I had drawn no level 4 or lower monsters, but had drawn two
Axion's tale 3: PrologProlog: Axion's greeting/ What has happened
Hi, my name's Axion Newman. I may have had a noraml life, but I was taken from my home, heck, my universe at a very young age. I learned the truth about the universe where i was taken, that there are many different universes, millions of them, they make up the multiverse. Seems that it should be chaotic, doesn't it? well, there is a group of intelegent beings, one for each alternent universe, called the protecters. Not very original. Well, it was that or The leauge of people who keep order in the multiverse. They took a vote, everyone but the guy who made the other name voted for The protecters. Well, I've better get back to my upbringing. I can't remember anything before my 10th birthday. I was taken into the protecters in my 11th year of life. Shortly afterwords, my universe was destroyed. I was found to be very skilled with swords and always won with them. Even if I fought against lazer pistols, lightsbers, even super sol
The Transformation PolkaThe Transformation Polka
Two young women got out of a car and started walking toward a slightly run-down hotel. They were both dressed in jewel-toned knee-length dresses, and looked almost like sisters, especially with their long brown hair done up in identical up-dos.
“Seriously, Maria, what on earth possessed the student council to have prom here, of all places?” asked the slim one in the shimmering green dress.
“It was cheap, Ginny,” replied the slightly taller one in the wine-coloured dress. “We had to find an alternative to the gymnasium thanks to the repairs. Besides, there are other advantages to the location.”
“Other advantages...” Ginny looked around, and her eyes widened. “We’re right next to a freaking nudie bar, how is that an advantage?”
“It’s a topless bar,” Maria replied absently. “My uncle Leo works there, though he’s taking the night off t
A Little Help: Flannery TG (Trade)
Tyler was an avid Pokemon fan. He's favorite generation was easily the third generation. Recently, he had recently received a strange copy of Omega Ruby, the remake of the original 3rd generation game from a strange shop at the corner of town. Being the big fan he was, Tyler jumped at the chance to play the game a few months early. Tyler played through the game, many of the Pokemon he caught were grass type. He was set for a while, easily going through the game for the most part. However, Tyler hit a road bump upon arriving at Lavaridge Town, a gym battle there. In that part of the game, the gym leader trained fire type, most of his Pokemon weak to it. Tyler lost to the first trainer in the gym taking a motivational hit. He kept trying, until he realize he needed to train more. Tyler spent a good few hours leveling up his Pokemon so their weakness wouldn't have such a huge effect. For the most part, Tyler advanced in the gym much easier than before, he did lose a few battles,
Bluebell's Perilous Picnic It was a truly beautiful evening. The moon was full and seemed to fill the entire sky, illuminating my forest home as brightly as the sun. It was beautifully warm without a breath of wind, bringing a serene peace to the inhabitants of the city of Daffoville. But the air was far from still. It was filled with the sound of an orchestra performing the latest composition from Mosszart, our greatest musician. Pan pipes, harps made out of reeds, violins and cellos made out of dried leaves and countless fairy bells could all be heard.
The conductor was not only controlling the orchestra, but used his baton to direct the swirling mass of fireflies twisting and pulsating through the air above. They responded to the changes in speed and volume. When the music was soft, they swirled softly and emitted a low light. When the music was loud and energetic, the fireflies picked up the pace and shone even brighter than usual.
The annual concert of the full moon was certainly a magn
1 - White as SnowThe shrill ring of the phone caused Gina to jump in her seat. She fumbled for the receiver, almost dropping it twice, before bringing it to her ear.
“Hello, welcome to Solergeni. You’re speaking with--”
“Gina!” Rob’s voice barked down the receiver, making her jump again. “Where’s that delivery boy? The Demo’s in an hour.”
“Yes. Sorry, sir. Um. He hasn’t come yet to pick up the--”
“What? What do you mean he hasn’t picked it up yet?”
“Well, uh, I’m still wait--”
“He’s meant to be here already. I need to set up for this thing. How are we going to sell this product, if we can’t show people that it works?”
“I don’t know, sir.”
“Well then, do something, Gina! Fix this.”
“Yes, of cour--”
The line went dead before she could finish. Gina put the phone down for a moment, then dialed the number for the courier. He didn&
What Dreams May Become 5 (Multiple TFs)As promised, the fifth installment of Corrie and Roman's adventures below is a compilation of TFs that you all requested. I received so many that I had to split it into two parts. I used as many suggestions as I could (that would make sense in the story). There were a few that I'm saving for future installments as well. So thanks to all who contributed, and, without further ado, the first part of Corrie's "Transform-a-thon"!
The day before college had finally arrived. I woke up before Roman, and grabbed a list that lay on my nighttable. “Things I'd like to be,” was scribbled on the top. I studied the paper, wondering which form to try first. After all these weeks with my new husband, one would think the excitement of his transforming me would have dulled by now. But in fact, it was quite the opposite. He had promised that the day before I started college, he would turn me into as many things as I wanted. I suspected this was partly to get it
Darkest Depths: Part Three - ResurrectionFeaturing Crowe, mentioning Berach and Graínne
Early Autumn, Year 759 of the New Age
The Redwater, Blackwood
The words were familiar. The voice was familiar too. The strength behind it, the authority was enough to make her want to stir, but she was so tired… Her lungs ached, and all of the rest of her was numb with cold. There was no air here.
Open your eyes, child. Your time is not done.
If she’d had any breath, she would have sighed in exasperation. Why? She was done. She was dead. Why couldn’t she just be dead? She’d killed that demon and now she could die. She’d avenged her mentor, killed that stupid Oathbreaker and now it was her time to die.
She is not dead.
Crowe’s eyes creaked open, and light stabbed through them and right i
TG caption this: A Magic Mirror?
"Bleak, what's your status?" The voice of mission control, aka my best friend Jet, resonates through my ears. It was hard to hear him over the sound of gunfire. Behind my helmet I gritted my teeth, the readouts weren't good.
"I'm out of ammo for all weapons but the 'GoLaser' and that only has enough charge for five shots. Currently surrounded by..." I chanced a look out from behind my cover, I was fired at almost immediately but I managed to get a rough idea of how many there were before ducking back. "...about 10 hostiles and the shield systems are at critical." I winced as the torn material of my suit tickled the fresh wound on my arm. "I don't know if I'm gonna make it out of this." My words might have sounded grim, but I was smiling, this was exhilarating.
"Right, you'll have to chance a finisher, convert remaining shield power to the GoLaser." I could tell he didn't like the plan, but it did seem like the only way
"Roger." Snapping the handle of the gun into a port on the buckle o
An Amber Gaze will seal your fate (pt 1 of 3) The whispers in his ear, told him it was time. The reddish brown tom snapped his eyes open after hearing Jaywing’s voice. He looked over his shoulder to see Thistletail sleeping soundly. He sighed and decided that it was now the perfect opportunity.. He needed to get rid of the only one he knew could stop him. Kill them? He couldn't dream of it. He respected this cat too much, and wished he’d live. So.. he had a plan. Earlier, he had placed poppy seeds in the cat’s fresh kill. So all he had to do was slink out the den and into the nursery. 'You can't stop me Xepherstrike...'
He approached the bracken screen of the den and looked inside to see Adderstar and Littlesong sleeping soundly. Adderstar’s kits curled up around her belly. He took a few silent steps forward and gulped. Was he doing the right thing..? Of course… this was for the good of the Clan… His claws scraped the ground and he crouched. Then t
Transformation Nation Dragon 1 Lewis had just gotten off of school and was walking home. He was a normal 15-year old like anyone else. He had no idea what was going to happen to him, though. He had just got off for the day and he was walking home. His friend had been sick that day, so he was alone. Suddenly, something caused him to go flying.
"AHHH!!!" He yelled as an explosion sent him flying. He had been sent flying 10 feet back and now the place he was just standing was a smokeing crater. As Lewis stood up, his face was twisted in pain. He walked up to the crater and saw a strange stone laying there.
"What's this?" Lewis said to himself. He saw the strange stone, and it seemed to be glowing a strange sickly green color. He picked the strange stone up, but as he did, it disentigrated, the dust assorbing into his hand. Spooked out, Lewis ran to his house. The rest of his day was prety normal.
The next day, Lewis
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