If there is ever a single word in the current English language that can possibly sum up every ounce of surrealism that has paved each and every cobblestone along your own little road of life, then the one word you prefer the most is thusly: whimsical.
That is to say you would think it to be so, as in hindsight others might say it is more "unpredictable" than of the former. But when looking at the grand scheme of all the going-on's in your life to this moment, it hardly matters to you; every whimsical moment always created an unshakable vibe within you, slowly erupting from within your chest, electrifying, thrilling, spreading acro
When the howls of the werewolves are the things that we all hear,
Most will get their weapons out and gather up in fear.
But we mustn't be afraid of them and their obscure, dark past,
For we're the ones who treat them like they're monsters and outcasts.
When somebody went missing, we'd blame it's fearful cry,
And then we got our pitchforks, they were the ones to die.
Think of them as different, as wild or as free,
From this imperfect heaven that we call humanity.
Jenny led the way to the clearing. "This is going to be the best campout ever!" she promised.
"I'll believe that when I see it," someone pouted.
"Oh, cheer up," Jenny prodded. "I have a surprise for everyone!"
"I hope it's a way out of here," someone else complained.
"Where do you find these people?" Jay asked Jenny.
"They're friends from online," Jenny answered through clenched teeth.
"They make me want to get rid of my computer," Jay grunted, and Jenny laughed out loud.
"That'll be the day! Then how would we keep up?" she demanded.
"Carrier pigeon," Jay said with a smirk.
Right then, the group arrived at the clearing. Jenny instruc
The crisp air battered my lungs, sending a wave of searing pain through my chest every time I inhaled. I looked around the street at the dark, lifeless park, the disheveled streetlights, the sudden emptiness our battle had caused.
I glanced down at my side, gingerly pulling up my t-shirt to expose the trench-like cut, wide and deep, with a pool that leaked miniature gleaming rubies onto the pavement with every step. I pushed aside my thoughts of anesthetic and needles, knowing they were for humans, not me, and let my shirt crash back into place, acting like a sack to capture the glittering gems.
The last few infuriating moments played back
Stonation Chapter 18: Helping Hand by RevoltLarzWolfblade, literature
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Stonation Chapter 18: Helping Hand
(Blake and Kitty leaps out and over the wall back to the group)
Venom: You two took your sweet time.
Blake: But we're still on the clock. Let's move on.
(The rest move on)
Dag: *gasp* Стоп! ((STOP!))
(The rest stopped and look back at Dag)
David: What is it?
Dag: Three sources of energy are coming this way.
Blake: Great! They are going to blow our cover wide open!
Venom: Unless... *looks at Kitty* you plan this... You set us up!
Kitty: What!? No! I can't! You guys have been watching me! How can I?
Ravgon: Wait a minute. Their Ki seems familiar.
David: Yeah, me too.
Blake: Same here.
James: Here they come!
Scarlet and Andrea: 2 by jackXzim-lover, literature
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Scarlet and Andrea: 2
Scarlet and Andrea didn't go to eiether of their houses that night. Instead, the two twelve year olds stayed at school when no one (not even the janitors!) were around. How they did it? They hid in their lockers till no one was around; luckily, they left the lights on in the night.
The two friends giggled mischeviously as they sat inside their vacant classroom. "I can't believe we got away with this!" Scarlet laughed as she pratically tipped out of her chair. "I know!" Andrea agreed. "And I thought adults were stupid before! Their not even smart enough to check the lockers." Suddenly, a huge slam set off an alarm in Scarlet and Andrea'
BASIC INFORMATION
Full name: Sasha Thomas
Pronunciation: Sa-shaTah-mas
Nickname(s) or Alias: Sasha
Gender: Female
Species: Human→Werewolf
Age: 17
Birthday: 7/6/13
Sexuality: Straight
Nationality: American
Religion: No affiliation
City or town of birth: Roanoke, Va
Currently lives: Tualatin, Or
Languages spoken: English
Native language: English
Relationship Status: Boyfriend
Rank: N/A
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
Height: 5'6"/1.68m
Weight: 225lbs/103.06kg→140lbs/63.50kg
Figure/build: Overweight/Hourglass
Hair colour: Auburn
Hairstyle: Parted on the left (no bangs),
BASIC INFORMATION
Full name: Tobias Wolfgang
Pronunciation: Toe-biasVauhlf-gahng
Nickname(s) or Alias: Toby
Gender: Male
Species: Werewolf
Age: 17
Birthday: 12/21/12
Sexuality: Straight
Nationality: American
Religion: Humanism
City or town of birth: Government Camp, Or
Currently Residence: Tualatin, Or
Languages spoken: English and German
Native language: English
Relationship Status: Girlfriend
Rank: Alpha elect
Alignment: Lawful Good
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
Height: 6'7"/2.01m
Weight: 300 lbs/ 136.08kg
Figure/build: Muscular/Mesomorph
Hair colour: Dark brown
Hairstyle:
Between Realities Chapter 1 by Korin-fox, literature
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Between Realities Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Beads of sweat rand down Wests face. He was in a tight spot; it really could go either way right now. He was down to his last Pokémon and his Jolteon was not in the best condition at the moment. Loosing here would mean a long run back to the center. On top of that his opponent was totally made of rock! He was type trumped! But he could still do this.
He ran his fingers through his damp, dark, untamed bed head and it sprung back in place. Just one mistake on the opponents side and the battle could be his. He pushed his sunglasses off his nose and onto his forehead. Then his opponent made his move.
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