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Never Surrender ProloguePROLOGUE: IN TIME, IT'LL PASS...
The air was filled with the sounds of innocent people screaming and Sou Mizuhashi's enormous rifle. Mashiro Ichijo ducked as a table flew right over her. She couldn't understand this. Why was Sou acting so oddly? All Mashiro could remember was Sou disappearing after an usual fight between him and a absent-minded blonde man. The man himself wasn't annoying, but he must have said something that he had said to make Sou fly off the handle. Suddenly, Mashiro realized that Sou would never return to normal. It was all over. She cried as this thought consumed her.
From the midst of the fight, a woman appeared and strode over to Sou, who was still firing the riffle point-blank. She smiled a little sadly and placed one hand on his forehead and the other on the riffle. She began chanting, her emotions reflected in her pale face a she did. Slowly, time began to move backwards. Mashiro gasped as she saw herself and Sou in the elevator being erased from existence. Th
Pokemon When Things Go Bad
Ash, Brock, and Dawn were at a Red Socks Baseball game. So far, the opposition, the BANKERS, were winning. Brock, becoming extremely bored, pulled Dawn out of her seat and walked out of the stadium.
"Hey, where are you guys going?!" Ash yelled after them.
"I'm getting out of here!" Brock waved his hand. "And I'm taking your girlfriend as well."
Ash jumped out of his seat to holler back, "SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!!!!"
When the game ended, Ash walked out into the parking lot to find that Brock had taken the van. Cold and alone, he sat on the curb. Suddenly, a bag was pulled over him and he blacked out.
"Wake up, little boy. You're home."
He slowly opened his eyes to find himself in a cluttered forest. The man standing over him was wearing a baseball cap to cover his eyes, gloves to cover his hands, and a large jacket to hide the rest. The only th
The Gender-Switching Dream
The Gender Switch
I was at RHS with my math class, and this kid, Chase, was annoying the heck out of me. I don't really know how it happened. One minute, I was AgatsumaSoubi20(1), struggling on my algebra work. The next moment, I was Chase, going through the work as if it were nothing.
This was a rather nice change. People were coming up to me and acting as though nothing was happening. Chase, as me, was trying to figure out how to get to my next class. Inwardly, I was laughing myself to death. It really wasn't too hard to find my class, because he had his schedule in his bag. I sat through his classes and did the work, hoping he wouldn't notice too big of a grade drop from my terrible work.
About halfway through the day, I had a panic attack. I couldn't remember how to use the freakin' bathroom! Then I couldn't remember the switch with the real Chase. It seemed as though my
The Same Thing From Before
I had the dumbest dream in the history of dumb dreams. The scary thing is that I've had it before. Back then, it was a dream full of empty faces and unknown lands. Now, faces were filled in and I could somewhat recognize the place. First, me and a group of kids from my school had to cross a plank set across the school pool. Passing that, I run up to a large stone castle, look at it briefly, and rush inside. In a deja vu moment, I see myself taking three clovers, turning into a leprechaun, and getting chased out by a huge monster. That happened right afterwords. Scared out of my wits, I raced back to my team; Xavier, Briana, and Celeste.
This time, I was resolved to lead my team to victory in some unknown game. As I prepared to cross the plank again, a little girl with blonde hair tried to push me over the edge. Thankfully, Celeste and Xavier knew Karate (It was a dream!). In a matter of minutes, we had entered the final phase
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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