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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 Clockwork Heart (Germany x Doll!Reader)
"What am I?"
Not who, but what.
"A doll. I made you."
You ingest this news with an impassive face, though since it is made of sheet metal, the blonde man supposes that it would be hard for you to properly emote. You lift a hand to inspect it. It is meticulously crafted, as would be inspected from one of the top engineers around. It would almost be able to pass for a real human hand, if not for the obvious artificial joints used to craft together your fingers and knuckles. Now another question comes.
"Why did you make me?"
He doesn't answer.
He doesn't answer because he just can't bring himself to tell you he did not mean to bring you to life.
"Who are you?" you now ask, taking in the features of your apparent creator.
There is a slight tint of pink to his pale cheeks, which offsets his somewhat somber expression. He glances at you with piercing blue eyes, this mechanical miracle, and he knows that he owes you as best an explanation as he can offer, under these strange circumstanc
Involuntary Game Testing: Janus into Samus TG
Involuntary Game Testing; Janus into Samus
A Smash Bros TG Story by JanusofthePaleFlames
It was a nice Friday afternoon in his somewhat-small existence as a semi-proud New Yorker. The breeze was strong, but it carried a southern warmth that pleased his cold-ridden hide, which had not two weeks ago braved below-freezing temperatures, followed by two major-degrees of common, yearly illnesses. Such was the price for conserving extra time for hobbies.
Janus was sitting at his desk, comprised of fake, smoked glass, silver metal frames and a shelf loaded with writing books, a dictionary, and a “borrowed”, wooden, dinning chair. Like always, he checked his email, website messages, and at least one of the several on-going web comics he liked to view. Since it was Friday, that meant it was also payday, so he spent an extra couple minutes viewing his bank and credit card accounts to make sure things were in order. As a part-time writer, and a full-time thinker, h
Dean's Pie: Dean x Reader oneshotThe can hissed as your pressed the nozzle down and swirled a generous amount of whipped cream over your microwaved slice of apple pie. It was the last slice… You were craving something sweet. You shoved the can of cream back into the fridge, a naughty smile on your lips as you scurried across the bunker to hide behind a bookshelf and eat your pie in secret.
You slid low into a chair, pulling your knees into your chest and trying to make yourself as small as possible. If Dean caught you sneaking the last slice of pie, you were dead. The forbiddenness of it all made the pie even sweeter.
Your fork scraped against the plate as you took the first bite. Your eyes rolled in ecstasy. It was the perfect blend of caramelized apple and cinnamon. It was surprisingly delicious, despite being a gas station dessert. You couldn’t help but sigh through your nose and slump back.
‘I feel like I need a cigarette,’ you thought to yourself with amusement. Seriously. This pie was li
Caving, Campfires and CuddlesI suppose I should be thankful that the sun was setting outside; otherwise, when I left the exit tunnel of Johto's Dark Cave, I'd have been blinded by the sudden light. I only had to blink a bit as I stumbled into the orange evening glow, the shadow cast by Sprout Tower in the northwest landing over the forest nearby.
"Good...God," I panted, exhausted. My backpack weighed a ton, stuffed with a tent, canteen and other supplies I'd packed earlier today. "We're finally free, you guys." I motioned to my friends to exit the tunnels at last.
"Uuuughhhh..." a female voice moaned from behind me. I felt tiny tremors as Dragonair beat her tail against the rough earth "My ears are still ringing. That was so, so unpleasant." My dragoness Pokemon passed me on the dusty trail out of Dark Cave, the aptly-named tunnel system to the east of Violet City.
I held my hands to my temples; i'd temporarily drowned out the dull ringing to announce our arrival out of the caves, but Dragonair's mentioning it had
Ghosts of the Past
Title: Ghosts of the Past
Game: Mass Effect Series
characters/pairing: Garrus x Reader
Disclaimer: Bioware owns all things associated with the Mass Effect series. You own you. I just own the plot.
Garrus groaned as he crouched behind the wall, clutching his wounded side, hoping to slow the bleeding as he caught his breath. It was hard to believe that it’s come down to this. Hurt. Cornered………….Alone. Garrus clenched his free hand into a fist at the memory of what happened……...the pain still fresh and raw at the thought. His entire team, gone in nearly one fell swoop, the few survivors dead minutes later. He felt sick to his stomach…..he failed everyone……...it was a joke to think he could be a l
Take Me Home Aimee II: FifteenTake Me Home Aimee II: Fifteen
Heath wasn't a master sailor, but the Decade was pretty straightforward in its controls. As of right now it seemed as though the Decade was the only thing that was straightforward. He really liked Aimee, but he was tired of her acting like deep down he was a monster
He softened when he recalled the many verbal and even physical errors he had made because of her size.
After several minutes, a door opened distantly, and so after followed the sound of the giant approaching.
"Hey." He braced himself on either side the doorframe leading to the lounge, no further. Just popping in. "Just wanted to give you heads up, there's going to be a bit of a jerk when we dock in a few minutes."
Aimee looked up when she heard Heath’s voice, still feeling ashamed for what she had said earlier. “Heath…” she started to explain herself but when he didn’t move from the door frame, she felt herself slump down a bit. He must have sti
Hard reset(Eleventh Doctor/Reader.)"Y/n..."
"What just happened should'nt ever happen. It's too much for any human mind or body to handle. It's slowly destroying you from the inside."
"How do we fix it? W-Will i be okay?" Tears pricked at the corners of you e/c eyes.
"I'm... Going to have to remove all your memories from the past few years. They'll be completely erased from time. You'll be sixteen again." He explained.
"I won't remember you?" The very thought of such a thing sent your mind reeling in horror.
He paused, hesitating. "No. Hard reset, you could say."
There was silence for an eternity. "...Whatever has to be done. But one more thing." You made him look you in the eye. "Don't feel like it was your fault. 'Cause it was all mine, and i don't want you to feel guilty. Find a new friend," He opened his mouth to argue, but you leaned over and planted a kiss on his lips, lightly, "Do it for me, okay?"
He nodded. "Are you ready?" He asked softly.
"Will.. Will it hurt?"
"Not a bit." His fingers brushed against
Balthazar x Child!Reader So Close, Yet So FarIn his eyes you were cute and adorable. Almost as if you were a petite stuffed animal waiting to be hugged by someone. You hair bounced as your laughter filled the air. Bringing the most tense atmospheres to a halt.
That's how old you were. Your innocence and curiosity always took the better of you. Even for the most absurd things you find beauty and peace in most of them. As a child you weren't really exposed much danger. Your brothers treated you like a tiny little princess, while they were the Knights in shining armor waiting to slay the dragon.
Of course because of them he could never approach you directly without them pointing an angel blade at him. So he decided to watch from afar. Secretly hoping that one day you two will meet on good standards. Even if your brothers will teach you not to trust an angel he knew that somehow she might cross boundaries and set things right.
Lucifer x Reader AuditionsA struggle...
That's what this was.
You had auditions next week, but you were not prepared. You couldn't practice at home because of how much Lucifer would complain. He probably might make your instrument disappear. Or taunt you for the rest of the week on how many mistakes you might make.
You sigh thinking about how much you need to get done. Between school and making sure Lucifer doesn't burn the house down is a lot to deal with. Especially since Lucifer gets bored quickly. He starts doing tricks and trying to drive you to the point of insanity if you refuse to pay attention to him.
But this was something that had to be done.
You had to face this problem one way or another.
Later that day you took your instrument home without Luci knowing. Secretly sneaking down to the basement. You set up a stand and put your sheet music on it. Before you started you scavenged the whole house for the angel and found him nowhere in sight.
You started heading downst
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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