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SKYLANDERS
REPORT FROM SILVERWING: “We’re the good guys. Our ancestors went above and beyond the call of duty to battle an intergalactic mob boss. That heritage makes us VALIANT! The denizens of Sixth Earth trust our authority for the most part. The Underdwellers still require our persuasion; and the Aquatitans, despite our best bids for their support, have not chosen aside. The Aquatitans have yet to choose to be our allies in a benevolent rule over Sixth Earth; I have not lost enough hope to declare them our enemies. Yet.
By Kent Brindley5 years ago in Fiction
The Wall
Spring She was awake before the sun came on. Through the window, the sky looked like a large, black canvas with little dots of white light piercing through. Within seconds, the stars had faded, and the yellow glow of the sun replaced them in the center of the sky. Phoebe had always felt a certain dissatisfaction watching the transition from night to day. She felt like there was something missing between the stars going out and the sun coming on. Of course, she knew there wasn’t.
By Marcus Leopard5 years ago in Fiction
The Islander
In a language only the Islanders understood, “What’s wrong with you?” Tala was one of the elders of the island with a few lines showing on his face. But he was far from being the great elder. Lalaku was still in his hut making arrangements for the evening ceremonies.
By Michael Allen5 years ago in Fiction
Episode #42 welcome to the Rec Room
While in the Recreational room first thing you notice is how everything in the room is there to use and have fun with free of charge. There are many things to choose from, pinball machines, pool tables and shuffleboard tables all along the one wall. Students have gathered around, some playing the games others are sitting on an assortment of couches, chairs and stools reclining in while watching TV. Against the other wall sits, a piano with assortment of other instruments to indulge in around it. First thing Jordan does is head for one of the pool tables.
By Susan McGill5 years ago in Fiction
Tomorrow We'll Live
A rose colored fire torn sky burned the day and scorched the Earth through a shredded atmosphere, simmering all that remains below in ultraviolet radiation now. An ash colored skyline reveals crumbled buildings, all former beauty long lost as we emerge from our den to another bitter cold night among inhabitable wreckage. I clutch my heart-shaped locket, a reminder of hope and love now gone in a brazen, dead world. An endlessly dark abyss.
By Sienna Shi5 years ago in Fiction
Janet's Missing Locket
With all hype and scare going on, somehow Janet had dropped her treasured locket. It was the most important thing to her. A long time ago someone very special, gave her the locket. She carried it everywhere with her. It was almost like a good luck charm.
By Angela Jeanette Anderson 5 years ago in Fiction
Waking and Sleeping
Swinging. Dangling. It spins out of sight before passing by again. I wake. Eat. Go to work. Return. Eat. Sleep. It’s still there. Swinging back and forth. I don’t know it. Is it the hanging from the other morning? The swinging crane from the path to work? No. A pale, white arm holds onto it.
By Rachel Furniss5 years ago in Fiction
Going Home
As he walked past another car on the side of the road, he found himself once again wishing this was any other type of apocalypse. Nuclear war, disease, even zombies would at least mean cars would still run. There would still be electricity to run heaters while driving through the snowy back-roads of West Virginia. Instead, the apocalypse that came was The Pulse. Cars died on the sides of the roads and planes fell from the sky as every electronic device in the world stopped working. Whatever caused it was constant, with even hardened military vehicles and devices eventually failing.
By Sean Arseo5 years ago in Fiction
Last Knight
He had been digging for what seemed like hours. The rest of the group had offered more than once to help, but he had to do this alone. For the entire trip he had been dreading coming back here. He told himself that he would never return to the ruins of his former home. Yet another vow he broke, yet another promise unkept. The goal of his quest had been unburied for several minutes now. He had yet to work up the courage to open the case at his feet. He knew what lay inside, the remains of past he thought had died. Just like everything else in this world it too had come back from the grave. With two spine chilling snaps he opened the latches and raised the lid. there on top of a neatly wrapped bundle lay the object of his greatest regret and failure. Still as polished as the day he gave it to her, lay the heart shaped locket. His whole body quaked as he reached for it. His eyes gushing with tears as he opened it and gazed at the faces of his family once more. All the pain of their loss, and the joy of their lives flooded his mind.
By Dakota Lake5 years ago in Fiction
