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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
Faceless Friendship (Slenderman x Reader) That was a final day of your work on school photos you had to take for some geology lesson, and you felt a nice warm rays of sun keeping you in a perfect mood, as soon as they made it yet better.
“That’s the weather I was just waiting for~ ”, you said with glad voice, walking through the chilled, green and attractive in itself forest.
Tall and seemed just like painted with pastels trees were surrounding you everywhere but the path you were walking through there. You felt cooled down there, as the sun hidden behind the corona of trees wasn’t making you overheated or at least shining harshly in the screen of your camera. You heard the birds singing, pleased with the great weather, flying from one branch of tree to the another one, making the orchestra of their throat sounds and sound of forest itself, as well as water splashing somewhere near you or your own stepping on the sandy path.
“It seems so peaceful in here”, yo
Just for Today Part 1
Just for Today Part 1
It was just another normal day for Jack. He just got up, brushed his teeth, and washed his face. After he changed into his usual clothing with his signature blue long coat, he headed down stairs for a quick breakfast. Beside his plate, Jack saw a metallic digital watch and a note. Curious, Jack took the note.
We’re very sorry, but we had to leave early for work and we’re probably going to arrive late tonight. To make up for this, I modified your skateboard to be remote controlled. Just press the side button, and the screen will become a touch pad for you to control the movement and speed of your board. I hope this fun feature this makes up for our constant absence. We love you son.
Jack gave a small smile. “Thanks, dad.”
Jack finished his breakfast and sped toward his school on his new board. He even tried a few stunts with the new feature.
“I think I’m doing pretty well,” Jack said to himself.
Just as Jack
Grandma's SecretGroaning, Jack let his aching body fall on his bed. He'd helped his uncle for hours carrying Great Grandma's stuff from her adjacent cottage into the farmstead's large attic. Great Grandma had died three months earlier, but Jack already didn't remember her well anymore.
He'd often visited his uncle's farm during his holidays, but he'd seldom interacted with his ancient relative. While uncle and his wife were living in the farm's big ranch, where Jack even had his own room while he was visiting, Great Grandma had lived withdrawn in her old, tiny cottage. It had even lacked modern heating and fluent water, but the old lady had thrown a fit each and every time her grandson had tried persuading her into moving to the farmstead.
She'd even grown her own vegetables and farmed chicken, so she'd been completely independent, and eventually his uncle had stopped trying. Truth to tell, Great Grandma had not been a bad person. She'd always smiled when she'd seen her great grandson play
Valentine's Day (Will Graham x Reader One-Shot)It was just another ordinary day on the job; you and Will were investigating a crime scene together as Jack supervised and bugged Will with questions. Something was a little off on this day, though. Will kept looking at you, not that he didn’t look at you all the time anyway, but the look in his eyes was different than it usually was. And every chance he got, he would pass by you and whisper ‘Love you, (F/n).’ You were used to Will’s anti-social self, which was just one of many reasons you loved him. You were both anti-social for the most part besides when it came to each other, but this was just very unlike him.
When you got back to the forensics lab you waited until Will left to approach Beverly and talk to her quietly.
“I think something’s wrong with Will,” you started.
Beverly cocked her head at you before replying, “What do you mean?”
You sighed, “He’s been acting really weird around me today. I don’t know wha
The Rise of a New WitchTrade with Clancy688
Wendy took every step with caution. One creaky board, one audible footstep, and her stepfather would know she was up in the attic. Up in the one place she wasn't allowed.
Time and time again, she had been reminded not to go to the dusty, ignored innards of the ceiling. "The floor might break," he said. "There are dangerous things up there," he said.
But alas, these warnings only added fuel to the proverbial fire of Wendy's curiosity. And so there she was, on a stormy Saturday evening, guided by the light of her cell phone's backlight.
While using the backlight limited her field of vision, Wendy still found some weird stuff. There was a box of necklaces, a black metal pot, a pointed hat-
"Ow!" Wendy stubbed her toe. She immediately covered her mouth, praying her cry wasn't heard.
There were no calls of worry, no sounds of concern.
Wendy shined her light on the artifact on the floor. It was a book, with a worn cover, yellowed pages, and blanketed by dust. She blew on
Mika Munch: The Hungriest ExplorerExploring the ancient world is a profession that requires a certain flair of finesse. You needed a distinct respect for the aging lands you traversed, showing them the admiration their great legacy’s deserved, while remaining on your feet in case of crumbling platforms or long hidden traps. A respectable job only for the most patient souls with the most delicate touch…
And then there was Mika Munch, who wore a bright purple top, had spent the first twenty minutes of her journey through the temple singing along to ‘Fat Bottomed Girls’ as it played on a loop on her iPod and had written ‘Mika wuz here XOXO’ on the entrance.
“Hmmm,” it had been a long trek, and not without its obstacles or hidden treats, but finally she was presented with a real puzzle.
Fortunately, it was her kind of puzzle.
Before her stood a set of three podiums, each bathed in light shining in from the ceiling. Behind them stood a mighty door, sealed shut with what
Just for Today Part 3
Just for Today Part 3
Hi, again. Nicole speaking. This mic is on, right? Good. So we’re just taking a break from practice. Jill is so amazing out there. It really makes me wish she was born a girl. But, I do have to respect that Jill is really Jack. He really has an open heart. I can see why Holly has a thing for him. But, just a little while ago, I saw Jill walking away. I wonder why. And I wonder if Sarah really is sick. Well Mr. Narrator, let’s all hear it.
“It’s okay, I won’t tell,” Jill said. “Just let me ask you a question. Why aren’t you in bed getting your rest, Sarah?”
Sarah was a little hesitant at first. Then, she started to cry. Jill brought her close to her.
“Hey, it’s okay,” Jill said. “I just want to know if something’s bothering you.”
Sarah eventually calmed down and began to speak.
“I…I didn’t mean to deceive anyone,
Hagawa Hisame - Part 1
Name: Hagawa Hisame [Former Furukou Hisame].
Alias: The Honorable Blade.
True Age: 937 years of age.
Visual Age: Appears in his thirties.
Sexual pref: Heterosexual.
Family status: Married to Hagawa Miyabi. Daughter Hana [With Furukou Mako, now deceased], son Shinta [With Hagawa Miyabi].
Squad: Royal Division.
Former Squad/s: Division 7.
Ambition: To uphold the honor of all Shinigamis and his family.
Likes: Obviously his family. Calligraphy, art, music, poems.
Dislikes: Injustice, lies, immoral actions, suffering of the weak.
If there is anyone to uphold the honorable spirit of an samurai, is it Hisame. His life have been dedicated to honor, justice and honing his blade and family. However, at the beginning he was horrible at keeping it up duo a slightly different family.
His dislike for his father
Just for Today Part 2
Just for Today Part 2
Hi everyone. I’m so excited that I’m finally getting my chance to narrate this bit. So as of now, the team and I were going to practice our cheer routine for the big game. And guess what, Jack, I mean Jill, is going to help us. I almost feel sorry for pushing this on her, but she’s too cute to not have on the team. Well, this is just for today. Better get out there, the team’s waiting. So is Jill. *giggle*
“Is there any chance I can change my mind,” Jill said, who is now clad in a blue cheerleader’s uniform.
“A man wouldn’t go back on his word, now would he?” giggled Nicole.
“That coming from the girl who changed me into a girl,” protested Jill. “This uniform is so embarrassing. How do you girls do it?”
“It’s just us,” Katie said. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be pumped up enough to forget that you’re e
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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