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Bleach anime characters~
Bleach has been famous for a long time in Japan along with few other anime’s! I love this show because it tells a great story and I’m very excited for the new one that’s coming out this year! The thousand blood war Bleach anime. After 8-10 long years of waiting for anything new of Bleach we get this. Anyways enough about me talking about how amazing it is let’s get into the characters of the show. I’m not going to write all of the characters names and about them it’s just the capins who are in charge of the soul society.
By Alison Thomas4 years ago in Fiction
10th Ticket. Melissa's Memorial Service
We sat around mother’s kitchen table, my father, mother, Devon and me, enjoying homemade vegetable and beef stew from a cast iron pot. “I missed this kind of cooking,” said Devon. “This is so good, Mrs. Mallam.”
By David Parham4 years ago in Fiction
Agency of the 5th World Head Mission 9 Part 1: The Dark Ship Appears (Original Version)
Previous Mission <By Jeremiah Ellison Original Plotline by Jeremiah & Nic Ellison Illustrated by Nic Ellison & Jeremiah Ellison
By Jeremiah Ellison4 years ago in Fiction
Lee Jin In "Orange, Peeling"
The second-story man turned out to be… a woman, of substantial temerity and aptitude. Not only was she able to determine, in the darkness of a mid-October night in 1937, the exact fire escape, and floor, of the room she was intent upon infiltrating; she was able to sidestep the unwelcome attentions, both benign and hostile, of neighbors and cops alike. Until she was not.
By Eric Wolf4 years ago in Fiction
Condemned hive
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley” I said out softly between a sigh and heavy blinks “Years staring these walls up and down, and it's the most I’ve been able to decipher” I thought walking yet again along the valley of death while rubbing my sore body “Today is one of those days I really don’t want to be alive” I said to myself “You know very well lamenting your life doesn’t change anything Zareth” My fairy companion chirped annoyingly in my ear “I am well aware Ginny it changes nothing but the pain keeps reminding me of the events” I said annoyed at her as I sat against a broken statue thinking about my decisions and drifting off to sleep.
By Enoch Wade4 years ago in Fiction
The Royal House | Chapter 3 | The Truth
I parked my car outside the complex and walked in. Pulling out my phone, I dialed 911. “Hello? I’d like to leave an anonymous tip about a robbery. Three thieves are at 318 North Grove Avenue with the stolen Bordighera in their possession.” I hung up the phone and threw it on the ground, using my heel to crush it. I walked up to the house and knocked on the door. A shorter woman with raven black hair and deadly green eyes opened it.
By Jonathan Marsden4 years ago in Fiction
The Royal House | Chapter 1 | The Crew
I woke up on the morning of Sunday, January 12th, and went on my daily three-mile run. On my way home, I stopped by the usual hole-in-the-wall coffee shop for breakfast; ham and cheese on a bagel, and went back home. I put my keys in the door to my apartment, took a shower, and went to the mirror to shave. I spread shaving cream over my short beard and took the razor to it. After putting on some aftershave, I studied my appearance. I'm a fairly short man, only five foot nine inches, with dirty blonde hair, and a lean build. The most curious feature, however, were my eyes, one gold, one silver. After getting dressed for the day, in simple jeans and a t-shirt, and went to my kitchen to eat my bagel. There was a letter on the table that hadn’t been there when I got home. I looked around cautiously before grabbing it and slitting the top of the envelope, to take out the letter. All there was was an address and time:
By Jonathan Marsden4 years ago in Fiction
Cybren
"There weren't always dragons in the valley!" Nucumbus yelled over the roaring wind. Jonah was flying as fast as his flamed wings would carry them, causing the wind to rip the words away. Was he trying to justify their presence?
By A. Keson4 years ago in Fiction
Veins of Kings
PART 2: A frog's croak finally broke the silence after what seemed like an eternity. Then slowly the dark woods came back to life with the sound of crickets, birds, and other nocturnal critters. It was comforting to the three men.
By D. Horn4 years ago in Fiction
The End of Tyler Olsen
Prologue: Alarms blaring. Orange hazard lights flashing. “The facility is under attack, be on your guard for intruders” repeats on the loudspeakers, echoing throughout the halls of the building.
By Zac Tordik4 years ago in Fiction
The Last Shadow 0.2
Katri despised this particularly part of her contract with her employer. She had to spend three evenings a week at the Crematorium, a tavern that had received its name purely from how many of its attendees died each night whilst there. This was partly due to the clientele it attracted, mainly thieves, assassins, fighters and the many lawless occupants in the city of Triggen. This evenings entertainment held most of the blame however. It was fighting night in the Tomb. Meetings between criminals were taken in the dark stalls on the second level of the building, most ended in knife fights or foolish clients being poisoned from spiked drinks sent by their enemies. Brawls were common place on the main floor, with alcohol potent and cheap. Angry arguments usually ended with knives in back or hearts of those whose fighting prowess was limited to throwing punches. Then there was main cause for the deaths each night; the Tomb. A ring that was three metres deep and could easily fit a carriage and two horses within. It sunk down in the middle of the main floor of the Crematorium. The tomb was used for fighting between those skilled with blades, swords, staffs, hammers or less commonly weaponless. It was an unspoken rule to not cause death in these fights, but more often than not, bodies were dragged from the pit and discarded out the front in piles, to be collected by horse and cart in the morning and carried away by the undertakers. Katri had never wanted to know where they were taken or what happened to them.
By Kate Luth4 years ago in Fiction
9th Ticket Devon
I was paying for my overnight package to Tom when a female voice behind me said, “hi Mr. Mallam.” I turned to see Devon standing there, also waiting to send a package. “Oh, Hi Devon. How are you?”
By David Parham4 years ago in Fiction