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Harry Potter and the Pokemon Solution: Chapter 4Flashback
Silently, Damien climbed back through the window into his hotel room in Jubilife City. Him and his dad were there for his Auntie Julie's wedding, and every minute of all three days had been meticulously planned out. Despite this, Damien considered the idea of going to a whole new region and not going to look for any new pokemon completely ludicrous. His plan had been perfect, climb out the window when everyone went to sleep, find a pokemon, catch said pokemon, sneak back in, wake up in the morning and pretend he slept badly. Unfortunately, he had forgotten one key detail in his plan.
“And just where have you been, young man?”
Damien shared a room with his dad.
Damien spun around, his seviper still pulling itself through the window behind him. He stuttered, trying to come up with some kind of excuse.
“I mean, really, Damien. Did you just bolt as soon as everyone's back was turned?”
“Bolt!” Damien gasped, “That's a great name for
Bloody Prophecies Chapter 1Spike had been busy imagining how Angelus’s intestines would look around Dru’s neck when he got a splatter of blood on his face. He licked the red liquid from the corner of his mouth as he looked at his sire. Her hand had clenched around the heart tightly, her strength causing it to burst. He raised his blue eyes to her face and frowned. Drusilla’s skin had gone even whiter than normal and her eyes were wide.
“Dru, Baby, everything alright?” he asked only to see her turn her eyes to Angelus.
“There are going to be sparkles in the heart tonight Daddy. I don’t want them; they will make the pieces one and a new player will come. He’s going to change all the rules.”
Spike stared thoughtfully at her as Angelus stroked her hair. The ancient vampire was humoring her. The poof had never had the same faith in Drusilla’s visions as Spike did. This one looked promising too. He couldn’t say he was all that fond of the current
ReminiscingShe had changed a lot since he first met her. He could still remember the little blonde bombshell he had fallen off his skateboard for.
‘Well duh, it was only a couple years ago,’ he thought in amusement.
Still, things had been so simple back then; just him, Willow, G-man, and the Buffster. Buffy hadn’t been much of a planner back then. She had used a three part strategy: Greet, stake, and leave.
She had been more interested in boys and life then the undead, unless said undead was a hunk of course. Xander still didn’t like Angel and he doubted he ever would.
Then Buffy had died, and that had changed her a little. Well to be fair death tended to change most people. She was still fun and crazy but she took the whole slayer gig a little more seriously. She was more selfish then; he felt guilty admitting it but he knew it was true. She saved the world sure, but sometimes it was in a very ‘do I have to?’ way. After all she had nearly let the world end and
Sticky Fingers...Full Belly
Thief’s Journal – August 17 20XX
I got caught...I got fricking caught.
Tonight’s lesson? Pick your targets. Pick your targets CAREFULLY: I’ll just say that right now.
If you don’t know what you’re getting into, you’ll end up like I did tonight. (Okay maybe not EXACTLY as I did tonight, but not any less screwed.) I’m sure that seems obvious and that I’ve said it before, but sometimes when you get good, you get cocky…and clumsy…and caught…
I mean, before then it had been a good night. And I mean REALLY good: 15 gallons worth of milkshake from a Pump-Bump-N’Go (5 different kinds!!), 2 shelves of goodies on the snack-food isle at Güdbuy Grocers, and a whole BOATLOAD of leftover chili cheese and beef from Sassy Patties that I didn't even wait to take back home.
This kitty was sitting pretty, lemme tell you.
Then came that damn house. It was supposed simple: Get in, felony, get
The Ogre and the Leprechaun
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There once lived an ogre who loved to frolick about freely in his forest domain; setting traps for prey, picking fresh daisies, climbing mighty oak trees and the like. The other forest creatures feared him, for after all, he was an ogre, and ogres have certain, shall we say, reputations. But truth be told, he really wasn't interested in playing the role of a monster. No, he was content with making strawberry jams, wonderful porcupine puddings and a number of other fine ogre recipes handed down from his grandmama. His only weakness was that he had a ravenous appetite!
One chilly winter morning, a wee leprechaun happened to stray onto the ogre's land. He was searching for his lost newt, his much beloved pet. Newts can be very difficult to find, as they like to hide under rocks or in tiny crevices. So it had been many days that this pa
A Simple MelodyToo damn cold.
That was the only way to put it.
It was simply too damn cold. The rusty old train car provided protection from the barrage of the snowstorm outside, but the metal confines did little to stop the freezing air from becoming any less freezing. The inside wasn’t exactly comfortable, either. It had been a cargo train, not a luxury transportation system for the rich to sip wine and debate over the economy. At the very least, the temporary shelter’s door could slide shut and eliminate the wind chill.
Travis was already bundled in two t-shirts, a hoodie, and a coat, but he certainly didn’t turn down the opportunity to nestle into the pile of abandoned blankets in the corner of the train car. A guitar was also propped up against the wall. The strings were rusty, and it was horribly out of tune, but he was thrilled by the discovery anyway.
The previous occupant of the train car had likely planned to return at some point, but judging by the untouched
A Borrower's Quest: Salt Acquiry
Smooth, warm light shines in through a small, opened window. Morning fog is outside, in the forest. The room is silent and calm. It’s crowded with furniture, shelves and chests all around the walls. All give home to clothes, glass jars and hundreds of books. In the middle of the room, a big, old wooden dining table stands. A few cups, a little clay jar and a vase are on top of it on a neat white tablecloth. Next to the wall opposite to the window, there’s a bed. A boy in his late teens enjoys a deep sleep in it. His occasional snoring is the only thing that disturbs the calm silence of the cottage.
And then small fidgeting is heard from the direction of the window. The sound of it is insignificant, nobody would give it a second thought. They would think it’s just some ordinary noise any house makes. But it wasn’t. From outside, the wall is overgrown by ivy leaves, the vines reach over the window, and on these, something is climbi
Trust Machines: Morning Coffee at the VennCafe (Food TFs, Coffee TF)
“So,” Rob said, slurping down a coffee before work. “What's up for tonight? It's Friday and I'm feeling the urge to be splurged upon.” He winked at his wife Mona, who was digging into a bowl of Cheerios.
“You know,” Mona replied between bites, “Claire at the Trust Motel keeps telling us to visit the VennCafé. She says she can't believe we haven't yet. You want to meet there for lunch?”
Rob snorted, “I'd rather be the lunch. But my boss kind of needs me this afternoon.”
“Well, we'll check it out, see what we think. Meet you there at twelve, okay?”
Rob nodded, picking up his coffee and swirling it around. “You know, I think I'd like to be this,” he stared into the brown liquid. “You'll drink me?”
Mona placed down her spoon. “Well, I'd like to try that too. See, how cool would it be to be Venned not just into a cup of coffee, but rather a coffee be
An Autumn Adventure"That's just about the last of them here in the front yard," I called out, brushing some of the crumbled pieces of leaves off of the sleeves of my hoodie. Autumn had apparently taken an early start on about half of the trees at my house, spreading a colorful, thin layer of leaves all over the lawn. Since there was still so much life left in the grass below, I decided it was a good idea to rake the stuff up.
Besides, little Cyndaquil could enjoy putting his flames to good use igniting something on purpose, for a change.
Nevertheless, I decided to invite a friend over to help me rake up the auburn mess of leaves. After all, everyone knows it's more fun to play in the leaf piles afterwards when you have someone else to take turns making cannonball jumps into the flaking foliage with you! But Dragonair was away for the afternoon, consoling some of the forest animals who weren't prepared for the half-and-half shift of the seasons. So naturally, I looked to my two-legged companions instead.
Anima the Singing Angel Balloon
Anima Caelestis (pronounced Celestis), Anima for short is a cute and beautiful pink-haired angel hair girl who loves peace around the world and hates wars and mischief.
One day, today is a day where there is no evil can happen on her relaxing day. She lied down in the pastures and often pondered what it's like to fly up into the skies without the assistance of her angel wings.
"Is there another way to get up to the sky without my wings?" She said to herself. "Maybe I can try singing to see if it'll help."
She cleared her throat, opened her mouth slowly and began to vocalize a sweet harmonic voice as if she is in a opera. The wind picked up in response to her voice and guided itself down towards to her mouth.
The air began to fill Anima's body like a balloon and kept vocalizing until more air flowed right into her mouth and inflated a lot bigger four times the size of a planet and felt her feet being lifted up from the ground.
"Looks like my singing can pick up the wind," Anima said as
A Mysterious Fever -End-
“Huh, Dawn? What are you doing here?” Yue questioned as he noticed the fire fox running towards him. Both he and the little Fletchling dropped their twigs as she tripped right into the Sneasel’s arms with a clumsy smile.
“I found it!” She happily exclaimed and repeated before pointing towards the branch that stuck out of her tail with a chuckle. “And it’s a lot lighter than it looks! I was able to hold my own against an Ursaring with it!”
“An Ursaring?! Did it hurt you?! Are you alright!?” The Sneasel pushed her an inch away, still holding on to the vixen as he scanned for any wounds.
“I’m fine ya big dumb butt! I’m a Braixen now, and I bet I could even hold my own against a Hydreigon! With my new staff, I’ll be unstopable!” Dawn shoved the Sneasel playfully, hitting him over his wounds accidentally.
“Hey, be careful…!” He grunted, holding on to his chest.
ParadiseLife was perfect, or at least it was as close to perfect as it could get. There would be no challenge or fun in a perfect world after all.
He lived in an immense city, one so colossal he could never get bored. The city was surrounded by forest where he could go be a wolf if he wanted to. A forest with lots of running space and animals he could hunt when he got tried of human food.
His gang was so large that he never had to look for a fight. Whenever he wanted some violence it was there. If he wanted more then just a friendly brawl he would head to the other side of the city, There he could fight with his teeth or his knife, which ever he preferred at the moment. There were few things in the world he loved more then a good fight. Feeling his muscles burn, the sweat on his back. The taste of blood on his fangs or the feel of it on his hands and blade. The beautiful dance of death and danger.
He was a danger addict; he had no problems admitting it. He lived for the adrenaline rush a
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