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A Twist of Fate: Rise of the Soul Reaper Ch. 3I saw Ichigo's eye twitch as we watched the three men. "B-Bob?..." he said and stared. The one known as 'Bob' nodded. "Yeah, got a problem with that? I don't need to tell you my real name!" Ichigo shrugged, "Whatever. Your name just makes you sound even weirder than you look." A vein popped out on Bob's head. "Anyway," Ichigo started, still standing in front of me. "what do you guys want from us?"
Bob smirked, and reached into his pocket. "Well, kid," he said, pulling something out. He opened his hand to reveal a pocket knife, and held to blade out toward us. "we want your money." My eyes shot open, as did Ichigo's. I couldn't keep my voice from shaking. "You... You're robbing us?!" Bob grinned, and nodded. "That's right. Now fork over all your cash!", he yelled. I looked around, searching for anyone that could help. I hadn't realized it, but it was dark out now, and there was no one left at the snack bar besides the five of us. From the expression on his face, Ichigo must not have rea
A Twist of Fate: Rise of the Soul Reaper Ch.2The place Ichigo ended up bringing us was a small snack bar in the middle of Karakura Town. After waiting in the line for about ten minutes, we finally got our trays of food. We walked over to one of the picnic benches, and sat down. Ichigo sat across from me. I picked a French fry off of my tray and started nibbling on it. "Sorry it's not much," he said. "Teenagers aren't exactly rich these days..." I smiled, and shook my head. "Don't worry about it, Ichigo. This is perfect. I wasn't expecting anything." Ichigo blinked. "What do you mean?" I shrugged. "I usually don't get anything for my birthday." He seemed mad now, for some reason. "You mean even Hat n' Clogs doesn't try to get you anything for your birthday?"
I put my hands up, defensively. "N-no! That's not it at all! Urahara's an honest man. I mean... He's tried to get me gifts in the past, but I asked him not to." Now Ichigo just looked confused. "Why?", he asked. I stared at the ground. "I just don't like getting stuff from peo
Voices of the Heart Ch.2Mightyena landed with a thud. Its sleek, black fur shone in the sun. Ash laughed "It really did evolve! Nice work, Kendra!" I pet Mightyena on the head. "I know.", I said with a smirk. Cilan held up a finger. "H-have you changed your party since we battled?" I blinked. "Huh? Oh! Don't worry Cilan, I don't have any Purrloin with me!" Cilan sighed in relief. Ash and Iris looked at him. "You don't like Purrloin?", Ash asked. "I-it's not that..", Cilan replied. "I just don't trust them.."
"Kendra, why don't you show us the rest of your Pokemon?" Professor Juniper said with a smile. I nodded. Throwing another Poke Ball in the air I said, "Go, Ninetales!" Ninetales landed a bit more gracefully than Mightyena did. It lifted it's head in the air, swinging its nine tails in sync. Iris gasped. "It's soo cute! Can I pet it?" I nodded. "If she lets you. Just be careful not to grab any of it's tails, okay?" Iris nodded enthusiastically, and reached out a hand to Ninetales. It sniffed her hand, befo
A Twist of Fate: Rise of the Soul Reaper Ch.1I woke up with a gasp. Sweat was plastered to my face, and as I looked around, I remembered where I was. I was home, in the Urahara shop. And I still remembered how I'd gotten here. When I was five years old, my house had caught fire, killing my family. Only I had survived. Searching for somewhere to go, I had come upon a strange man named Kisuke Urahara. He said he would let me stay at his shop, if I promised to help him out a bit. Agreeing, I had went with him. All the way, he was muttering something about 'incredibly strong spirit pressure'. Now, I knew what he had meant.
I sat up, and crawled out of bed. Hat n' Clogs would be expecting me for training. Living with Bucket Head all these years, hadn't exactly saved my childhood. Over my time here, Kisuke told me everything. About Soul Society. About Hollows. He told me that because I had high spiritual pressure, Hollows would be coming after me all the time. I walked out into the main room of the shop. The sun shined brilliantly outs
Voices of the Heart Ch.1I walked through the paved roads of Nuvema Town,of the Unova Reigon. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining,there wasn't a cloud in the sky,and flocks of Pidove flew overhead. My hair blew softly in the wind. I had put it up into a long ponytail,and my bangs hung in front of my eyes. I walked over to a nearby pond and leaned over it to look at my reflection. I was wearing a black and purple jacket with sleeves that went to my elbows,black capris,and black and purple sneakers. My eyes were as bright a blue as ever.
I looked over to the Juniper Lab,and stood up. This was my destination,as Professor Juniper was expecting a visit from me. I ran over to the doors,and they opened to reveal the Professor standing right behind them. "Kendra,it's been a while!",she said with a grin. I nodded. "Same to you,Professor Juniper. Is there something you needed me for?" The Professor nodded,and started leading me toward a room. "I was talking with a very special trainer I know and I asked a little
Pokemon ObsessionLOL!So..My obsession with Pokemon grows worse everyday...Especially with Cilan! eAe-le blush- Ugh,I have dreams....anyway,the little Pokemon video things I post on Hatena are sometimes part of that dream.It's the same dream over and over again!!XD the definition of insanity-doing something over and over again and expecting a different result.
Well....I have an obsession with everything Pokemon XD
...Tension, is building between
our bones; cracking
these boundaries that bind
[lets not get lost in the moment
Path of lifeLife is a dangerous path
Full of twists and traps
A path we're forced to walk
Without turning back
We may regret the past
We may regret the mistakes
But we must learn from them
And keep moving on
We may predict the future
And even fear it
But we never know
What happens next
The only thing we have
Is the present, here and now
So let's live it
And forget about the rest
The mistakes of the past
The mysteries of the future
All part of life
This path we all walk
Asabikeshiinh (Filter)Asabikeshiinh (Filter)
I wear the dream snare like a chain.
The willow hoop filled with spider thread,
sway loose as the aves feathers
and the spun yarn traps the fallen.
I tread subconsciousness
like salmon swim
in the falls of Williamette.
And watch the net
take hold of chimera,
a phantasm of phenomena
as I greet the cousin of death
with a firm shake of the hand
and respectful grin.
But wisps of spirits tempestuous
reverberate throughout the lace,
as the new day slowly begins to take shape.
Light returns to Earth as my eyes open.
Conceptions' theories last so long
before absoluteness' presence grabs hold.
I'd rather immerse myself in abstractions.
Big BadI wanted to conquer the whole world, but
all I got was a dark room
and a fistful of dimes.
I remember being sixteen, an
American Spirit burning near my lips,
head out the passenger window
as we sped on like triumph...
You can laugh at the stars
for being so far
away, and it won't cost you
You can blow ash on the grass
and burn holes in the sole
of your shoes,
and it won't cost you
anything but time.
It was those nights
with the cigarettes
and the stars, there was
no promise in it,
no hope either. A big joke
we can all point at, we can
tilt the bottle and laugh.
The yellow half moon
half smiled with us.
The sun those nights
held its head with us.
Life without promise,
one big bad joke
and we were
the god damn punchline.
Winter's GirlI was winter's girl,
frozen under a thick layer of ice.
People tried to break it with their ice picks, but to no avail.
They eventually left me cold and in pieces in my frozen abyss.
You're thawing me out, slowly but surely.
"Summer girls aren't for me, "you say.
"Too full of sick strawberry sweetness."
That was just said to comfort me, but it oddly worked.
Maybe time with you will make me a summer girl,
no more need for thawing,skating with you above my ice.
The Denial Of Truth?Why they
Don't listen to you,
Until it's too late?
Don't believe in you,
Until it's too late?
Start to listen
When it's too late?
Start to believe
When it's too late?
Couldn't listen to you,
When they should have?
Couldn't believe in you,
When they should have?
Sorrow Strikes The HeartDo you ever lie awake at night? Wondering what your life would have been like if you had done things right? If you had said those few simple words to the one you love.. the one you cherish,and would die for? If you had made those choices that would have made your life a living Heaven instead of another place.. that would make you want to live and love,instead of wanting to cry? People use dreams at night to escape the world,escape their problems.. and envision the future. But not all dreams are made of good and purity and used for the future of the world. Some are made of evil, hatred.Revenge, vengence and despair. I'm losing almost everything and everyone I love the most and I know there are lots more out there too. And it's a sad thing that brings helpless romantics like us people to tears. Next time you think about your sorrow.. think about others, and the hatred they feel against the world.. and don't look to dreams to solve your problems.. use your soul and inner strength, believe
A Turning Point in the Clockwork WarA war of attrition
depends on supply and drawdown,
how much you have and how much you use up.
With personnel, the balance concerns
the influx of recruitment versus
the outflow of casualties, deserters, invalids.
There is only so much loss
that a fighting force can sustain
and still fight.
Pilot Claude Archer was the first
to challenge his invalid discharge.
"I don't need legs to fly," he said,
patting the healed stumps of his thighs.
"My Osprey runs on elbow grease."
The members of the discharge board
paused and looked at each other.
What he said was true.
The Osprey-class fighter jets
relied on hand controls,
and a sharp eye and iron nerve.
Fingers flicked through the stack
of discharge papers -- so many, many pages.
So many soldiers lost, never to fight again.
They could not afford to let slip even one
who might be retained, somehow,
to face the front line once more.
Far less could the war effort spare
one of its best pilots.
So they put Pilot Archer back on the roster,
The Panic Room (A Supernatural One-Shot)“Dean…? Dean?”
The name felt like lead on Sam’s tongue, so thick and heavy that he wasn’t sure if the syllable had actually made it past his lips.
The only reason he was aware of something cutting into his neck was the trail of red that was marking a small pathway against the stark fabric of his shirt. The dark suit and tie that usually accompanied the white-collared look were missing, but he couldn’t remember why.
His brother’s name seemed to drop soundlessly into the dark space before him. Everything felt heavy. Dull. Maybe he was dreaming.
But dreams shouldn’t smell of dust and abandonment. They shouldn’t be framed by cobwebs and wallpaper so aged that their floral design has faded into funeral bouquets. They shouldn’t have flickering candlelight and robed figures looking down on you.
No, dreams shouldn’t be like that.
But Winchesters don’t have dreams. They have nightmares. Sam smile
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