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Lonely Streets bl 11Van had fallen asleep in the bed and his body fell into a deep sleep to help heal himself. Slowly as he felt himself slowly wake up his lashes fluttered open slowly and he groaned into the pillow. His body was sore and he slowly pushed up to sit up rubbing his fingers over his face before looking around seeing no sign of Jaz. His eyes narrowed and he growled "Jaz? Jaz. You in here?" He didn't hear anything and with a slow burning anger he stood up waivering on his feet a little he steeled himself and stepped into the bathroom he wasn't in there. He walked out into the living room looked in the kitchen area no one was here but him he was stalking towards the door ready to rip his gaurds a new one for letting Jaz out of his room.
At the second he was reaching for the doorhandle it opened to show Xander opening the door for Jaz who was wearing a waiter's outfit and holding a tray of food. With confusion and anger fuming inside him Van blinked at Jaz. "What in the hell happened... You go g
Lonely Streets 10As the limo came to a slow stop Jaz coudlnt stop blushing and he pulled Van's coat around him covering his body from sight because if he opened his coat everyone would see the love bites on his chest and the fingerprint like marks on his hips and arms. Van was laying back still very much exposed as he reached for a cigarette from the limo holder.
Van looked over the petit young man that he had just claimed as his and heard moan and climax with him so perfectly. He had looked so beautiful lost in lust and pleasure now he looked like a scared little rabbit again. Adorable that is what he was.
Jaz's blue eyes looked at Van trying to light the cig and he let his soft voice sound "That's bad for you Van..." his eyes filled with worry.
Van smirked slowly and reached out handing him the lighter. "I want you to light it for me. Every time you do you can tell me how bad it is for me..." his dark eyes were filled with mischeif.
Jaz's fingers fumbled with the lighter and held it up to the cig. "V
Four Brother's FanficShe remembered when her house was actually a home with warmth and laughter and love and the feeling that no matter what she was safe there. That's gone now... been gone ever since her dad had disappeared. She knew he wasn't alive... he wasn't the kind of man to leave his daughter and wife without a word. It's been three years and things were the worst they had ever been.
Her mother was always high as a kite and either passed out in her room or just plain gone for days at a time. Maddison Sinclair had learned how to take care of herself for these past three years. She had also picked up smoking. A nasty habit but the only one she had ever let herself have. She promised herself she would never let herself get dependent on any drugs like her mom. She would never become pathetic like her. Not ever.
Maddy was walking down the street where she lived in Detroit it was cold as a son of a bitch and She was wearing her usual heavy black coat with her red hair in a pony tail and her dark rimmed g
Talented 2So I discovered that I was really persuasive. I was scared of this talent at first. So scared that someone could find out. I didn't push anyone for a few months. Not till the night my foster mother tried to lock me in a closet for not cleaning my room. That's when I finally pushed someone again. I locked eyes with her and Used my talent... I pushed her mind. I told her to stop. And she stopped. She froze just like I told her to. I told her to let me go and she did. I told her to never touch me again and she nodded repeating my words. Then I felt my head start to hurt. I hurried and told her "You're going to be nice to me and the other foster kids too!" and the pain spiked and I closed my eyes because my head hurt so bad. She stood there looking dumb while I went up to my room turned off the light and Laid down. My head pounded. I learned then that I couldn't push people for too long or it would hurt me. The other kids and I got Ice cream that night and every night after. I felt
Avengers Captured 2Bruce shook his head. 'Shit,' he muttered to himself and pulled Natasha to her feet. He had to find their aircraft and take her to a hospital, she wasn't going to make it.
'Natasha,' he said calmly, 'can you tell me where you hid the plane? This is important, Natasha, please.'
Clint groaned in pain as the scalpel narrowly missed his kidneys. Clint held onto Nikolai's arm, hoping to overpower him when the time came that he would slit his throat. Clint shook his head. 'She's going to be fine.'
He then looked at Steve who was being helped to his feet by Tony. Tony got him to sit on the crates and then he faced Clint and Nikolai again. 'One of ours is with her now. She'll live through this. I'd be more worried about yourself,' he said to Nikolai.
Clint felt Nikolai's grip tighten and his instincts kicked in, he dragged Nikolai's arm down and with the strength he had left, tried to flip him off himself. Clint fell to the ground and crawled away quickly. 'Tony, hit him again!'
Avengers captured chp 1Emily is Clint Tony Bruce Mattias and Hugo!
I am Natasha Cap Thore and Nikolai
Darkness. Pain. Aching. Something is very wrong. Her head is killing her. She's cold. And she is bound. All of this she came to realize before she even opened her eyes. What had happened? There was a big blank space in her memories. She slowly tried to open her eyes and she didn't like what she saw. She was laying on the floor of what looked like a 8 by 8 concrete room with a heavy looking door with a small window that was barred on the door. There was no exit but the door. How had she gotten here? Why was she handcuffed behind her back? She could already tell all her weapons were gone. Taken by whoever had her in this cell. Finally she wondered where Clint was. Her partner. Was he ok? Was he alive? Where were the other avengers? What had happened? Why couldn't she remember?
His head was pounding and he could smell blood. His blood. A large cut on his forehead causing him great pain and making it diffi
Trust Machines - Cassiopeia 1Trust Machines - Cassiopeia 1
Cass watched as her friend strutted her stuff on the stage. She’d watched Tara in every amateur theatre play she’d done, but this was the first time she’d been backstage for it. She’d seen how Tara could pour herself into a character before, and putting on the blonde wig for her turn as Alice had been no different. Tara owned the stage, and Cass smiled proudly as she declaimed her way through the monster soliloquy that the director had added just for her.
Brian the stagehand approached her then. “Scene’s almost done. Ready for your big part?”
Cass chuckled at that. When Tara had finally dragged her into coming to audition with her, Cass hadn’t gotten a part. But she had been asked if she wanted to help backstage, and had agreed to help Old Frankie with the props. The kindly silver-haired woman had taken her under her wing, and she learned a lot about stagecraft,
TMNT A Forced Duty Ch. 3Chapter 3
“Well I hope this day can't get any worse,” Karai complained as she, the rest of the princesses, and the personal guard made there way to the princesses quarters.
“Don't say that,” April sighed. “Because when you do, things get worse.”
Karai scowled at her as they reached the door. Mona turned and glanced down at the guards, “Where are you guys staying?”
“In that room milady,” Raphael answered pointing to a door that was down the hallway.
“Call me Mona,” she replied indifferently. “I hate being called milady, it sounds so....old and pious.”
“Its not even a religious term Mona,” Irma called back to her as she entered the room.
Mona faced the doorway and placed her hands on her hips, “It can also mean devout and dedicated Irma.”
“Actually,” Donatello started. “it does mean dedicated but more in a religious sense.”
Mona cocked an eyebrow at Donatell
Marie and Elizabeth Somerset-Two Become OneWhen Marie and Elizabeth Somerset left the city of Sunny Hills, California on May 9, 1980, they left no note, nothing to say where they were going, or any way for their friends and family to contact them. At first, nobody worried, because the twins had been known to occasionally go for a drive on Fridays, their destination being "nowhere in particular". They would check into a hotel, and spend the weekend there, coming back home on Sunday. However, they neither called home, nor returned on Sunday. After a few days, when the twins had neither called nor returned, their friends and family had become worried, especially after finding Elizabeth's car, a 1979 Buick Skylark, abandoned at the side of a mountain highway a couple hours drive from Sunny Hills, about 10 miles from the nearest gas station. After Elizabeth's car was found abandoned, which was out of character for the twins, it was feared that the twins had been killed, despite a lack of physical evidence.
When they left Sunny Hills
Death Battle: Spyro vs Goat
Kiryu: Alright, we've thoroughly analyzed both combatants, and you know what that means...
Gwangi: It's time for a DEATH BATTLE!
Spyro charged across the ground, knocking aside groups of Riptocs as he ran through the large city that these Riptocs were apparently trying to invade. Spyro blasted another Riptoc to the ground with a puff of fire, and with each Riptoc he took out, he collected more and more gems.
Spyro was having a fun time here, and so was a bit disappointed when he found he had gotten rid of all the Riptocs in this city. Wandering around for a bit, Spyro looked around his surroundings to see if there was anything else he could take on.
His thoughts were answered when he looked ahead and saw a goat of all things walking around, the hoofed mammal's tongue hanging out. “A goat, eh?” Spyro said to himself. “Well, it's not a sheep, but it'll do.”
Spyro then lowered his head and charged at the goat, ramming it head-on and sending it smacking again
The Day of the Falling SkySand fell through the earth, invisible and intangible. In every corner of the world, confused and uneasy people listened to its strange sound, like white noise on a television cranked up just a little too loud. Very few of us understood what this heralded: the vanguard of our new masters was near, and humanity was soon to suffer the agony of enslavement under crazed despots. I had to spare my wife and son the misery.
When I first heard the Sand, my team was in Hawaii, scouring a beach covered in a strange sort of mass suicide: thousands of dolphins and sharks had washed up on the shore days earlier. Voluntarily, in a mass migration we had surveyed from above as it happened, without concern for the prey they passed up, the creatures of the deep sea threw themselves onto dry land and died. I was walking alongside an associate, Dr. Ehlers, both of us clad in MOPP suits, carrying cases of tissue samples.
For a little over a year, we had known what was coming. They spoke to us, They spoke t
The Secret of the Volodia ep 1: Toungouska 1908
Admiral Piotr Sergueievich Afanassiev
It was in a day, long ago... In 1908, that our story began.
A spatial unidentified object stroke Earth; it was in the Toungouska: a Siberian forest, during the reign of the future martyr tsar: Nicholas the Second; the future Red assassins, lead by Lenin and Trotsky, will call him Bloody Nikki, but the errors were commited not by the Tsar, but by the Tsarism: a corrupted regime, full of ridiculous, stupid and unadapted 'values': autocracy, theocracy and no place for people's will...
The Okhrana has quickly arrived on the site of the landcrash... A burned place, with a tremendous impact cratere in the center...
The great inventor and scientist, Nikola Tesla, was convocated by the Tsar to oversee some secret work of transportation and isolation of the something which fallen in this place...
1914, in Sarajevo: this awful day of July, a young officer of the the Black Sea fleet, named Piotr Sergueievich Af
God-less Rock Derence woke up with a splitting headache. As he went to rub his temples, he found his wrist had been tied together by rope. There was a silent curse as he wiggled about to see if he could break free. Nothing. The ropes were bound tight. Who ever had him held captive, they certainly didn't want him escaping.
There was a rustling sound and a thump. Derence rolled himself over and spotted an older woman walk in. She reminded him of the Native Americans that long ago dwelled on earth. He'd read stories about them in his free time on the Revorl Prime, that is, until its recent demise due to an infestation of some sort. Not that any of that really
mattered anymore. Not he was trapped on a possibly savage planet with no way to get off. Unless...
"Ma'am, can you tell me what planet I'm on?" Derence called to her.
The woman jump, as if she heard a ghost. Turning, she spotted her tied up house guest and smiled.&
Tales of Alfatare: To (Heavily) Tip the Scales"Look at this," a voice echoed from a bathroom, "I can't--I just can't." The owner of the voice, a 5'11" Crystal Thorpe strutted out of the bathroom in her blue shirt and fuzzy pajamas. She seemed to be rattled, as she kept her focus of dissent on her slight cushy stomach. It just poked out over her waistline. Her friend, Janine, only sighed, and fed her already thick body with more hamburgers.
"Really, Crystal? Your bod is FINE. You're tanned, you've got the blue hair going, and your pajamas? They work. You're just going to give THAT up?"
Crystal knew that she was talking about her rear. She looked around, and found multiple articles of consumed food all around her fat-laden friend. "I mean, that's all you eat! JUNK! No wonder I'm blimping! You're always ordering dinner, buying food, and that! I mean we need to stock our fridge with REAL food." She dashed to the kitchen, and opened it all the way out. It was mostly empty.
"So?" Janine retorted, "All we have to do is order some more."
TalentedMy name is Jess. And my story is... Well it's different. I seem to attract trouble or maybe I'm the cause of it. Anyways I should probably start from the beginning...
When I was little I found out I had this... Talent. If I looked into a persons eyes and told them to do something, they'd actually do it. I know what you're thinking it sounds ridiculous but I'm not kidding. I have this power to make people do what i say. I found out on the night of my 10th birthday when my mom and dad got into this big fight. Well this wasn't like most fights. It was just getting worse and worse and suddenly I heard a thump in the living room where they were fighting. I rushed in to see my mom on the floor and my dad looking so angry. I felt myself get cold and hot all at once as my heart hammered in my chest. I rushed to my mothers side her head was bleeding. It looked like she had hit the table when she fell. "What did you do? What did you do to her?" I screamed at him as I trie
A Guide to Writing DialogueWhat is dialogue, exactly? The definition from Merriam-Webster’s dictionary was several lines long, so I shall summarize it in a short sentence for the sake of the readers; it’s the writing that illustrates conversations between two or more characters in a story. We read and hear it all around us, but creating it in your own work can be a challenge. However, if you find dialogue an obstacle in your writing, then don’t push the panic button. In this tutorial, you’ll find by analyzing what dialogue can do and how to use it, you can turn your greatest fear into your greatest ally in your story.
What dialogue is
Like I’ve asserted before, dialogue is basically what the characters are saying to each other. It can be found in multiple mediums such as books, movies, comics, video games, etc. We even engage in dialogue daily without even thinking. When you talk to your best friend, a co-worker, or even your dog, you create dialogue. It’s exchang
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