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Werehog Story 16Instead of feeling better at the chance of holding back his transformation, Sonic was feeling worse. The fact that he was losing his normal blue body to the beast form didn't bother him like it had before.

Sonic was afraid...

Afraid that the emeralds won't be able to help him....

Afraid a cure would never be found.....

He was most afraid of losing his mind.....that he'd kill the others as he had the poor rabbit. That animal just had the bad luck of being taken from it's home and brought to the habitat only to be torn apart...so viciously.....

It was tiring but he couldn't get the these thoughts out of his head...The more he tried to hold

Cheaters Never Prosper Part 2Cheaters Never Prosper
Part 2

Dana’s reflection made it look like she was experiencing some sort of allergic reaction. Her petite nose had grown wider, and the skin around her nostrils had turned dark, almost looking black. Her upper lip also looked a bit swollen, and it was upturned slightly in the center.
“Oh, god,” she shouted, touching her lip and nose, “What the hell happened?!” She noticed that the area around her nostrils had a different texture than the rest of her skin. It almost felt like it was covered in short, stiff hairs. And then, she realized exactly what had caused this. She went into a dr

Each to Each - Part 2Dive deeply into a drop of water, and
a hundred oceans will flood you
Look into a mote of dust, and
a million nameless beings will jump out
A hundred harvests rest in a germ of barley seed, and
in the right light, an insect’s wing reflects the sea.
Why be surprised?
Deep in the pupil of my eye lie cosmic rays,
and the center of my heart
beats with the pulse of the cosmos.
-Mahmud Shabistari
~
Sensation poured like a torrent into Maria's mind as she awoke. The impulses were alien, unfamiliar; pressure pushed in on her skin, slowly mounting as she moved... downward? Deeper? Ribbons of hot and cold crossed her vision, weaving and twisting around another, registering as colors she had no name for, no concept of. Cold liquid poured in and out of her throat, the tissues separating the currents of the ocean from her blood oxygenating one fluid with the help of the other. Her skin, her muscles, her bones were unfamiliar; she wanted to pull away from them, slip out of them. It was

Ides of March - Chapter 19

Picking a name...

It was hard. And it took time. Whoever he'd pick would die. For him.

Too many names had piled up by now. An hour after Zim and him had finished breakfast and moved over to the main computer room, where the alien was reviewing his choices for the 'fireworks' he was obviously quite excited about, Dib sat slumped in his own chair.

The excitement the smaller male showed, he simply couldn't share.

Leaning his head back against the pink cushions, Dib again listed the names in his head.

So many that had added to the misery in his life. So many that had made his life a living hell. There had been bullies who had beat him up mor

TG Anime Girls From Another World - Part 8Anime Girls From Another World

Part 8

-----

I woke feeling about the same as I always did. Wrapping up in the covers had left me sweaty in a way which soon dried in the morning coolness of the room. I had to stretch a bit to get the aches out. Turning, I looked at the device and the controller. They were in the same place on the table.

I held both in my hands. What was the worse that could happen? The delay got longer? There were still fail-safes. It wasn’t as though I would suddenly turn into an anime girl. And, despite the glitches, the faint watermark had still been there.

Debating it a while, I heard the far-off sounds of Allis

Ante Up Chapter 37: BioticsAfter a short time, Jack relocated herself to the Med Bay, deciding to give Shepard and Garrus some privacy in their own cabin while they made the home stretch to the Citadel. Predictably, the Grissom students bombarded the Bay, crowding her cot and worrying over her.

"You okay, ma'am?"

"Did you blow up the Cerberus base? I bet you did!"

"Are you feeling any better? Need anything?"

"Whoa, your ports are really gone? Does that hurt?"

Jack finally flopped back on the cot, covering her eyes with her arm. "Guys, seriously, chill out. I'm fine, we were too busy hauling ass out of the base to blow it up, and yes, my head is killing me. And thi

Sorry, couldn't think of an alliteration.Pokemon TF A-Z
D-Dewgong

Danny stared out the window of the airplane he was in. He was an environmental activist and was on his way to the icy region of Serarc to investigate recent drops in temperature.

The plane landed. Danny emerged in a thick coat, gloves, boots, a scarf, and a ski cap. He looked over the horizon. Ice and snow as far as the eye could see. He hopped on a snowmobile and went to the edge of the ice and ocean.

There were several Seel, Dewgong, Spheal, Sealeo, and Walrein. Danny patted one on the head as he took samples of the coastline's water. He would have them tested for pollutants. On the way back, he noticed a buildin

Unworthy {12}Loki looked down at his hands, which were starting to turn blue and gnarly. He reeled in disgust at what they looked like, and he turned away from the mildly disturbing spectacle.

He looked at them again, despite how weird they looked. He knew they were disturbing, but it wasn’t disturbing enough not to look at again.

He was a blueberry.

He literally laughed out loud at the bizarre thought in his mind. He just called himself a blueberry... he must not have any sanity left.

What could staple him down? He’d never thought about it, but sitting around doing nothing for any amount of time was driving him literally mad.

He sighed l

Month Three

Dib walked in with a heavy breath, yelling out, “I’m home!”
He left his laptop case on the kitchen counter just next to the front door – loosening his red and black tie – as he began moving towards their bedroom, “You awake, Zim?”
He walked in, Zim sitting on their bed with a ghost-like look upon his face, much to Dib’s surprise, “Oh, hello.”
Zim looked up at him pathetically, wearing his purple oversized jersey that he only wore in winter. Autumn had introduced a chill into the air, but not yet cold enough for that sort of jersey to be worn. Dib came and sat next to him, throwing hi

Team Sigma: Founders P9Chapter 9: The Message
"Wake up."
Kleiner 00 snapped from his seemingly comatose state, thrashing about like a rabid animal. The energy quickly left him, however, and he sat where he was restrained.
We had nailed him* by his wrists to the chair he had tortured me in. The chair itself had been positioned in front of the window, which Tifa had taken the time to smash out completely. A security camera on the ceiling had been forced around to face the chair and its brutalized occupant, and the light on its side indicated that it was still functioning.
I stood just out of its field of view, cradling a canister of helitank** fuel. Opposite me waited Tifa, Jack, and Skall.
Slowly, almost theatrically, I approached 00. Sliding the canister open, I looked up into the camera and began to speak.
"I don't think I need to introduce myself. After all, you personally ordered and watched my execution. And I'm not going to tell you how I'm standing here after taking a fucking shotgun blast to the face.

Yes, I have been drinking.Flying, spying
running, shunning
goers, choosers
beggars, losers
within, without
and all about
the melody shining
darkness pining
springs withdraw
george bernard shaw
stares blindly by
at buzzing fly
beneath the moaning
floorboards groaning
the tell tale heart
tears minds apart
and civilian rising
no compromising
withing his brain
can't stand the strain
of ether clouds
and silken shrouds
playing with knives
and losing lives.

Restart OCT Round 1 Chapter 1The first thing I noticed about the place was how busy it was. From the moment we stepped inside (after a noteworthy walk from the mysterious shack we appeared in) the “Hub” managed to prove its title quite well. Everywhere I looked, people were milling about. Vendors tried to sell their wares, shrewd shoppers tried to haggle a deal, and people wandered wide eyed as jugglers, minstrels, and other entertainers garnered for attention.

I liked it already.

To my left Eli squirmed uncomfortably, his eyes shifting back and forth. I suppose I can’t blame him, I thought, after all, this is the largest number of people he’s p

CHAPTER 3A: The Second Day

CHAPTER 3A: The Second Day

“Soooo. Boreddd.” Yawned Ben as he leaned over the railing. They were summoned to Undertown for a disturbance call, but while he was expecting some super-mega-ultra butt-kicking action, all he found were just some punk, alien crabs stealing shiny metal from one of the concession stands. He kicked a rock into the water down below and watched the ripples flow atop the green surface.
“The last of the metal was returned and the crabs have been scolded and relocated,” reported Rook, his long legs striding towards his partner. He saw Ben pick at the rusted railing with his finger and lo

Unworthy {11}Loki knew it had to end sometime.

Good times never last forever.

The cloudy weather and the rain had let up as he talked with Fyr for that week. The Asgardian suns shone brightly in the sky, tingeing everything a warm gold, and the warm wind had blown through his cell, bringing with it the smells of rosemary and the clean air. But now that that small ray of sunshine had left, the rain came down again. According to his calculations and rude stone calendar, it was about mid-November, and the winter solstice was coming soon. It had been about a month since that enjoyable week.

He sat, miserable and grimy, in his jail cell as he thought about

SHEATHES-10 QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS- Q001: If Monarchs only exist within their Kingdoms, and their Subjects are essentially them, does that mean their Subjects cannot exist outside the parameters of SHEATHES-10?

- A001: That's precisely what it means. This is why Manifestations of Boss 'Patrons' are so commonplace in SHEATHES below the 'Number' 10,000. In fact, they're an everyday sight in SHEATHES below the 'Number' 3500. The Monarchs of SHEATHES-10 have no problem with churning out, or managing, or dismissing their Subjects within the Yggdrasil Galactic Triumvirate or in their STABS Colonies, but to create them anywhere at will is something they cannot ever do. For incursio

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The 8th Annual Hunger Games: Ch. 2

by =yyjvmb, Mar 24, 2012, 2:49:02 PM
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Ally glanced out the window of the train speeding at outrageous speeds to the Capitol.
"Are you alright?" Dexter said, sitting next to her.
She nodded silently. "I'm just....scared." she murmured.
"What are you good at?" he asked her.
"Drawing, I guess..." she said. He chuckled.
"Same here. You'd probably be good with a knife..." he said.
"Are we alliances?" she asked. He nodded.
"Most likely. We are from the same District, after all!" Dexter said, adjusting his glasses. She nodded.
"Alright...so you'll protect me?"
"Yeah." he said, nodding.
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Anna glanced over at Samson, who seemed as calm as he could possibly be.
"How are you not scared?" she asked, trembling.
"Huh?" he asked, eyes widening.
"You're about to go into a fight when only one person wins! How are you not scared?!" she yelled.
"Because I'm confident I'm going to win." Samson said, smirking.
Anna shook her head. "Are you sure? There's a small chance that will happen." she said.
He frowned. "It's okay to be optimistic you know."
"But I have no fighting experience!"
"Then I guess it's time for you to learn."
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Sally's head was face-down on the table. She was crying. Carson walked over to her and sat down, rubbing her back.
"Sally, everything's going to be okay." he murmured soothingly.
She glanced over at Carson, who looked serious.
"How do you know?" she asked him, frowning.
"Just trust me, okay? You're going to have to. We're from the same District." Carson said.
Sally put her head back down. "I know, but...I'm still so scared..." she murmured. Carson kissed her cheek, completely catching her off guard.
"It's going to be fine. I'll protect you."
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Marianna completely ignored Johnson the whole ride over.
"Why are you ignoring me?" he asked finally.
"Because you're annoying." she replied curtly. He rested his hand on her shoulder, and she smacked it away.
"Don't touch me, Johnson."
Johnson shook his head. "Don't you trust me?"
"As a matter of fact, no." she replied, walking over to a chair and sitting down. He sat next to her, and she leaned away.
"Stop. You're going to have to trust me."
"I freakin' hate you, man." Marianna said, leaning away from him again.
"If it makes you feel better, I trust you..."
She laughed bitterly. "How can you? It should be two way. I hate you, you hate me."
"I don't think I hate you...just the opposite..."
She glared at him. "You're kidding me?" she laughed again. "I'm gonna kill you." she hissed.
"Then I'll accept my death gladly."

The 8th Annual Hunger Games: Ch. 2by =yyjvmb

Literature / Prose / Fiction / Science Fiction / Introductions & Chapters

Chapter 2 of a fanfiction I'm writing based off the Hunger Games, starring the Class of 2012. (8th grade)

Chapter 3 Coming Soon!
(I'm on a roll today)

~Lexie-Star Mar 24, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I love Marianna's point of view. Careers are just so interesting.

=yyjvmb Mar 24, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Oh, Marianna is the BEST. She's based off of ~PlatypusCrazy98. OMG it's so fun to write from her POV, too-

*PlatypusCrazy98 Mar 31, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

...do I really sound that psycho online?

~Lexie-Star Mar 24, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I can see that. xD I've seen some of ~PlatypusCrazy98's comments on your stuff and Marianna does sound like her. It's actually so much fun writing from the POV of abrupt/angry people.

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