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---------- Chapter 6 ---------------------------- NIGHT OF THE SECOND DAY ---------------------------- Lessons to Learn. ---------------------------- The forest around was filled with the soothing sounds of chirping crickets with the sweet mix of the quiet winds. The sky was blanketed in a deep dark blue, as the stars and the nearly-full moon illuminated the darkness that spread across the forest floor. With the exception of the small beams that shone through the trees, creating a speckled earth of soft pastel light in the dark of night. At the trunk of an old alder, the deku girl laid against the tree asleep. Jace slept next to her as they

I can recall my last holiday; my Christmas day was empty, boring, and gray. My apartment was normal and festively bare; why decorate with no one else there? No cookies or pies were baked for consumption; ramen would have been a better assumption. There were no kisses under the mistletoe; my only company were in the rooms far below. Gazing wearily out of the high-rise window, my reddened eyes began to leak once more. Why, just this last month, did she decide to try the shady business that she did before? “Stabbed in their sleep, and posthumously abused,” the police report solemnly said. Christmas became a lot more lonely whe

Morning came, the gray clouds covered the land. Four young gents sat in a trench and talked to each other. One of them ran in to a dugout and came back with cups and coffee as well as a bottle of clear liquid. He mixed the coffee and the content of the bottle in the four cups and sat back down with his friends. None of them dared light a smoke around his home made hooch, for fear of catching on fire. The drink killed a few hours of the day. They relaxed with a smoke and looked about hoping that no one of import walked by. That would just ruin that lovely day. They walked back to the depot, their hideout at the tent had been torn down after

Meghan the pirate order: Meghan the Pirate Part One From Bad to Worse A helping Hand Warning: "Meghan the Pirate" May contain elements some readers may find disturbing. Read at your own enjoyment.

  I awoke in a cold sweat. I could hear screaming coming from outside. I was only up for a couple of second before a worried knock started at the door. I hopped out of the bed and cautiously answered. Carlon was there, blood on his cloak and a sword in his hand. He rushed in and slammed the door behind him. "What's going on!" I asked in confusion. "Why's there blood on you?!" "Lower your damn voice, boy!" Carlon put a finger against his mouth and whispered. "They'll hear you.." "Who will hear us?" I asked he looked out a window. "Raiders came rushing out of the forrest this morning... They just started killing." Carlon sheathed his

Chapter 11 The man at the age of 20 put down the boy on the ground when he was next to his girlfriend. Yazo, Seppo and Chanya were still standing and looking at them. - Was he the one who kicked the dustbin? wondered Yazo and looked at the couple. The man nodded. - Yes, he answered. That was it. Me and my girlfriend live here. - Do you know the boy? asked Yazo. The couple shook their head. - No, replied the man. But I think our neighbor knows him. Seppo bent down and looked at the little boy. - Why are you kicking on the bin? he asked. And do you know where you are from? The boy didn't answer. He just shook his head and didn't pretend it. -

 Ruric sat rigid at the counter of "Ole' Danny's" Pub, he was slightly listening in on the conversation that his daughter, Lydia was having with boys she just met. What made him stiff was the fact that these boys were not just boys they were of the Fredrickson family who were widely known for their trouble making around town. Lydia didn't have many friends so, Ruric let her hang with them. But that didn't mean he wasn't going to be watching them like a hawk. Ruric went to this Pub every morning for breakfast and as soon as he got off from work. Lydia and him ate dinner here every night because he'd kill her with his cooking. It was just th

The night you left, I slept with my window open And through the late cold wind I found myself chasing your scent Linking the stars to form your face The clouds, to weave your silhouette. The night you left, I slept with my heart half broken My lips all burnt My fingers ran across my body Searching for a trace of you Or a line I drew you didn’t transcend. The night you left I plucked the flowers on my body I planted rainclouds on my chest I hanged my heart On the broken handle of my door And I hid the sun underneath my bed I’ll get over you at sunrise But for now, I don’t want the night to end.

          The skies are as dark as navy blue with dark black clouds and harsh winds blowing snow like a hurricane. The snowy dunes below are both being blown and built with tons of added snow. Polar bears and penguins are huddled together for warmth for their young and themselves. Solid glaciers stand tall solid as tons and tons of rocks all piled together into one mass structure. The icy oceans by the side of the land are just about as dark as the icy, causing gigantuous waves to crash one another as this intense weather rages on. One would assume this place is a complete winter wasteland and they'd be right, but somewhere here lies a warm s

(Jae POV) I woke up with Zuria laying down next to me in my bed. It was the morning after everyone came back. I slept like a log givin that I had that outburst at Lucario. Zuria was still fast to sleep, so I kept careful with my movements. Looking over my shoulder I looked to see Lucario was not in his bed, seemingly already awake. I decided I wouldn’t move anymore, given that Zuria had wrapped her arms around me when we slept. I waited for a minute, just relaxing til I started to notice movement from her. I looked over and she had started to open her eyes a bit, then yawning. She then looked at me. -Morning,- I said calmly. She ru

Fear - The psychological phenomena caused by a perceived threat. Fear can take on many forms, and can have varying results based on the individual experiencing it. To face the threat head on in an effort to beat it. To escape the threat in an effort to survive. These decisions make up the fight-or-flight response. This reaction occurs in most living organisms. It can cause changes to how an organism lives. Defense mechanisms form in order to prevent a threat from doing harm. A hard shell, spikes, poison; any number of evolutionary adaptations have been observed in different organisms. All to help the prey survive the predator. However, huma

September 6, October 2322 Operation Resolution Storm - End of the Fourth World War The superpowers of the world had been locked in a cold war - nationwide battles of attirition and vast games where spies and shadow wars were the pieces and fields - for too long. The massive preparations to shift back into peacetime were far too extensive for the world to simply stand down. Treaties were signed and loyalties were cast, but the greatest problem of all remained. Earth was simply too small to sustain humankind any longer. All farmland had been utilized to its fullest extent, but the people kept starving. A solution needed to be found, quickly, a

                                    Ramaga’s Wrath The dust swirled around Red’s buggy as gray clouds floated overhead and the dust devils spiraled nearby. There was the ever present rumble of thunder in the distance as Red drove through the gates of the city of Chohe. The wind rustled through her red colored fur, hence her nickname. The nose at the end of her lupine muzzle twitched while taking in the familiar scents and her long ears swiveled back and forth. Red was a Daedalian. Most humans said Daedalians resembled bipedal jackals, that was an apt enough description. Red’s keen senses had found her work on the barren p

CHAPTER I: Cold Return. I stepped off the bus to an unfamiliar familiar scene. The duration I had been gone from my home seemed as a time ticked away steadily, but without passing. From leaving, the heart-felt goodbyes were seldom, as the reasons caused a great stir, shifting me away from those I cared about most. Though it was true I left to pursue an education abroad, it was not the cause of the stir. The legacy my mother left behind for me, wishing for me to fulfill was just the initial tipping, and the root cause led on by the overwhelming feeling of betrayal I had received from none other than one of my closest friends, whom I nearly

(Before we start this chapter I want to point of that the story is now on floor 8. Not 3. We are no longer going floor by floor. The story was never meant to go floor by floor anyways I just… Well, I messed up. I’ve also ran out of filler so I’m showing more of the good plot and less of the filler crap. Please read the info dump at the beginning of each chapter to know what floor Jackson is on, the date, time, his level, etc. Thank you and I hope you enjoy.) March 12th, 1:09PM. Day 97 of the death game. Player level: 24. Level Bosses defeated: 7. Training grounds (8th floor). Sirra and I have taking it upon ourselves to st