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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
From Panels to Pages: Hook, Line and SinkerThere are some days where life throws you something totally unexpected that takes you out of the daily routine. I've noticed these changes can oftentimes be little adventures in and of themselves, wonderful little side stories to our "normal" walks.
Then again, living in a home full of Pokémon means that "normal" is usually anything but. So on a sunny Wednesday morning, another of life's little twists and turns came to trip me up.
Or rather, the twisting, turning tip of my dear Arbok's tail was what tripped me up.
I really should've learned by now that the long corridors of the Manor are the most likely spots for Arbok or my other serpentine Pokémon pals to ambush me! It's in their nature, after all; scouting out places to surprise their marks, which are most of the time all me. Within seconds of the toe of my shoe bumping into the purple appendage sticking out of the side storage room, she'd curled her tail all the way up my leg.
"WHOA! What the--?"
My surprise took away any
Moon's RebirthIt had been three days.
Fallenstar hardly remembered anything the previous few days after losing most of his lives; Spiceshadow had insisted the leader stay within his den and rest and allow the Deputy to do his duties.
But this was one duty the Deputy could not do.
Though Fallenstar didn't technically possess the 9 lives a leader should, Cinderstar and the other leaders had explained what StarClan had told them to the awaiting MoonClanners after bringing Fallenstar home. Though most were alright with this, some were still very much against Fallenstar staying as a leader, let alone calling him with the sacred -star at the end of his name. Many of his warriors referred to him as Fallenshadow once again.
Fallenstar couldn't blame them.
Spiceshadow's voice was the one that rang out this time. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here beneath the Moss Rock for a Clan Meeting!"
"Thank you, Spiceshadow," Fallenstar mewed to his deputy, dipping his head to the blue-eyed tom
The Moon's New Children"I'm so glad things have returned to normal."
Silversoul giggled, licking her new mate's head. "Me too," she agreed with the calico, intertwining her tail with the green-eyed she-cat. "It's nice to not be fighting all of the time."
"I feel like we should do something to celebrate," Frogsplash mewed, pawing at the empty bones of what was their lunch. "We already ate though, so, I don't know what we could do. I'm kind of just restless right now," she wound herself around the silver furred she-cat.
A voice called out from the other side of camp. "Hey lovebirds," it was Scratchpad's voice, and Frogsplash stuck her tongue out at her brother. "Get a den--you're making my stomach churn!"
"You're just jealous!" Frogsplash called back, laughing. Turning back to Silversoul, the calico purred, "Maybe we should get out of camp. We can go exploring--maybe we can go near the twoleg's den again. I was kind of curious about that place."
Silversoul nodded, licking a paw and swiping it over an ear to cl
Strip PokerStrip Poker
TransFun Serum story
Alex looked into the round with a sly grin. "All right." he said and pushed his staple of chips towards the middle of the table. "All in."
Then he leaned back and crossed his arms, daring his poker friends to take up the challenge. Of the six other players, Marcus, Sean and Jonah had already retreated before. After a short moment of hesitation, Jesse joined them.
"Me too, fold." Keith followed Jesse's surrender with a sigh. "Somehow, I don't think that you're bluffing..."
Alex simply gave his friend a vacuous smile. Then his gaze went towards the last remaining player. "So what, you're folding, too, Colin?"
Colin replied Alex' stare levelly. Oh, just you wait. I'm sure you have no idea what I have in store for you... "Call."
The End, The Beginning.As she came upon the MoonClan leader, Brightpaw could clearly see his thread--bright blue, thinner than normal, but woven together with an intricate and uneven red one. She unsheathed her claws, Cinderstar and Ebonystar were holding Fallenstar down, with Echostar and Deadsoul nearby for support if needed.
“Don’t touch me!” Fallenstar--or, whoever was in control at the time--hissed, his mouth contorted in a painful way, his eyes bulging as he pleaded for his life. He trembled slightly, his neck nearly snapping with the effort, before he faced Brightpaw again.
“Do it. Make me pay for what I’ve done.”
Brightpaw nodded, this was the true Fallenstar, his true wishes. Raising her claws, the tabby shut his eyes, looking almost peaceful if it weren’t for the stains of blood and torn flesh throughout his body.
“Fallenstar, leader of MoonClan. By the will of yourself, by StarClan and by the leaders of all of the territories, I remove you from your
The Shadow Game - Mai Valentine TG (Request)
Paul was an avid Yu-Gi-Oh! player. He considered himself pretty good at it. He often won local tournaments and played online quite a bit. He was online playing against some other players like he usually was. He came across a certain player, asking him to play a "shadow game." Paul assumed the guy was just joking, and said "Sure." to him. Nothing was different from any other game. Paul was getting a bit upset, as he kept on getting poor cards and was just generally unlucky. Paul lost the match and was left with a short chat before he disconnected. "Well you lost, and this was a shadow game. Although, the punishment for losing is, let's say, a bit more fun." the opponent said before leaving the lobby. Paul sat at his desk for a moment, taking it in. He assumed it was nothing to worry about, but was still curious why his opponent talked the way he did. Before he could continue, Paul felt a strange feeling surround his body.
Paul's hair grew greatly as it reached down to his back, turning
“Phew…I thought that game was never going to end!” Phil said as he took off his football helmet, wiping the sweat from his brow. What started as a simple match against a rival team had ended up going into overtime due to tough defense and blocking, and eventually it was a touchdown scored by Phil that won it for his team. On top of that, Phil managed to get through the game without spontaneously transforming into his anthropomorphic eagle form. It had become sort of a ‘secret weapon’ for his team, but at the same time, he didn’t want to fork out more money to pay for replacement clothing. However, he didn’t have any clue that by the end of the day, he’d never have to deal with that problem ever again.
“And now that the game’s finished, I should really get to work!” Phil said as he placed his helmet in his locker, deciding to skip showering until later on. Normally he’d shower as soon as a game had finished, but con
UL- Dragged Along (tf)“You’re such an airhead Via! What do you mean you don’t know where you lost it?!”
“Calm down Devan, I think it was around here. Or at Helen’s house.” The girl’s voice echoed in the darkness, bouncing off the walls and curved ceiling that the arching bridge formed, while her feet sounded like drumbeats. “Or the bus….”
Devan let out a gasp of frustration and whacked his stick off the hard stone, feeling it snap with the impact. “See! Just get a pocket with a zip or a bag! I told you your phone’d fall out and did you listen? Nooooo, and now I’m stuck out here trawling through mud to find it. Do you even know what time it is?!”
“How would I? I lost my phone.”
“I don’t know, wear a watch or something! Point is I promised mum I’d be back in by two a.m. and now I’m late! Dangit, she’ll ground me for sure…”
“Don’t blame me!” Via snapp
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
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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