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Just Another Day 01
Chapter One: Meeting Nicole
I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside my cave. It was late march, so it was finally getting warmer out. "Sleeping late again?" a flaffy remarked from the other side of the cave, shaking her head in disappointment.
"Shut up, sis." I mumbled after bringing a yellow paw up to shield my eyes from the light of the morning sun. Another paw reached for a pile of berries I kept by my nest only to come up empty.
"You ran out of berries last night," my sister said, "remember?"
"Thanks for the reminder, Vivian," I sarcastically yawned, getting up and rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I wandered out of my home and started making my way towards the nearby berry grove that grows by the stream. After about ten minutes of walking, I got to the grove and started picking Oran berries to eat. Personally, I prefer Cheri berries, but those are harder to come by in this part of the forest. As I ate I let my thoughts wander since I was safe from predation wh
Apocalypse 3: American PieAct Two: Red Dawn
Chapter Three: American Pie
Point of View: Major Taylor "Snowman" Welles, Dog Squad, US Army
Location: Norfolk Naval Base, Norfolk, Virginia, USA
"So you say some sniper killed him to shut him up?" General Peterson said skeptically beside me as we heard the news about our recent lack of a lead. I was a little shocked myself.
"Or he tried to shoot one of my men and missed." Sixx replied over video feed in MTAC from him and his men on the USS Enterprise. "Look, me and my team are sorry you didn't get your arms dealer, but we did get you that coded message. What more could we get you? A hug? Because I will give you one if I have to." That last part brought back memories of last Christmas. And hitting. That was the last time Sixx was allowed to drink eggnog with alcohol on base.
"Why do I put up with you?" The general sighed. That was a good question. "This isn't some kind o
Apocalypse 2: The DealerChapter Two: The Dealer
Point of view: Lieutenant Elizabeth "Wolf" Hawthorne, Specter Squad, US Army
Location: Abu Hajji, Middle East
"...And you should have seen the looks on their faces! They saw us coming and they ran like hell!" Sixx said over the radio as I come to terms with my superior's insanity. "The new kid had the funniest face of them all! He looked like he was gonna die!" He was, apparently, enjoying himself in Russia.
"You jumped over a freaking tank!" A new voice called out. I'm guessing that was the new kid. "I would've preferred a gunfight!" It's safe to say, I would've too if I were him.
"So what did you wish for anyway?" Sixx said, ignoring the pissed newbie and going off on a completely different topic. I hate when he does that.
"Is that code for something? I might have missed the memo."
"Twelve past noon, December 12, 2012. Did you wish for anything?" He isn't really serious, is he?
"What would you have wished for?" A sane com
Inusho 2: Blue vs. Skynyrd"Alright then Blue," Skynyrd said in a mocking tone, "I'll fight you, but it wouldn't be fair for you. after all, like you said, I am a member of the Lucky Seven." though he had a point, i knew he'd be useless in a fight unless his older brother Lynyrd was next to him. i didn't know why, but for some reason, when they're fighting next to each other, their speed and firepower seem to quadruple in strength. Though they didn't show it, they weren't completely stupid. That meant Lynyrd was close and I couldn't afford to let my guard down. Unfortunately, I was still drowsy. Being shaken from a tree does wake someone up, just not all the way. A shadowball to the face, however, does the trick real good. I regained my composure rather quickly and shook it off like it didn't hurt at all. Which was the exact opposite of I felt because it hurt like a bitch. Which reminded me...
"You alright?" I asked the girl behind me as she leaned against the same tree I fell from. She was just stared speechles
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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