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death note Chapter 1I was in pain, lying on the cold, hard floor of my uncle’s gun shop. He had emptied it years ago, far before we realized how insane this man was.
Water dumped over my head and I shuddered, seeing the balding, dark haired man of which I knew so little. He had lost everything in his life of gambling and drinking. His eyes were alight with malice as he gazed down at my situation. I see a monster behind him with a note book in hand, with eyes the color of congealed blood.
My captor took the note book from his hands and wrote in it furiously. Before he could finish writing I opened my mouth, and uttered one word.
He ignored my word, and continued writing furiously. HE had a sickening grin on his wrinkled face, like he knew I would be in pain.
He finished and after what felt like an eternity of stares, he screamed.
“Why won’t you die?”
The he lit a match and dropped it into a puddle of liquid. I stood shakily and shoved him down, causing the notebook to fall into
Caution Serves BestThe walk home was quiet, perfect; I needed some time to think these things through. My friends still weren't home yet, and I was glad. These nightmares were too vivid, and I wasn't sure if I was awake or not.
The thing is; I wished that this was all just a nightmare. That I would wake up and hear my mom and dad talking in the kitchen while making pancakes, with my brothers playing whatever games they had made up that morning. I wanted that so much, but the only way I'd ever see them was if I was gone, if I had woken up from the nightmare called Life.
I began making dinner, sesame noodles. It was about five in the afternoon, and life was calm in the apartment, the exact opposite of my mind.
I had just started setting the table when they got home. Elza laughed in delight of the recipe that I used for dinner.
"What was the meeting like?" Quinn asked through a mouthful of food.
"Creepy. He asked me about my family. How I could see the monster.”
“Well, we all know how the last p
Death Note- SightingFire surrounded them, seeming to dance in the twilight. The four girls were screaming for help, and one last fire started, successfully killing them all.
I woke, screaming. We were on our plane to Kanto, Japan; and my friends looked at me curiously.
"The same dream. it's always the same dream." I told them.
"Well, I have no idea how to help you with that." Elizabeth, the crazed mangaka and my best friend, replied.
"We will be landing in ten minutes, please be seated." a female, nasally voice said over the intercom.
My friends and I, we were all Japanese majors and we were here for the year. we had gotten high enough test scores to get an all expense paid exchange. Our housing was together, in an apartment complex next to a high school that happened to be the one that we're going to this fall.
"I can't believe that we're in Japan! This is amazing!" Morgan, the newest addition to our little group who we all happen to LOVE, laughed.
"I can't believe that we can take a Japanese art class
Spirits and Boys Chapter 2"Dinner is served." The server came in, bringing the wide assortment of food for their enjoyment. They sat at the large table, and most awkwardly, Jeiku sat next to Bureana. She took a deep breath to calm herself, then served a large bowl of soup.
The small talk turned to Asami and her business. Then unexpectedly Mako turned it to Bureana.
"Your friends said that you were taken by Amon, may I ask why?" He was extremely sincere.
"Um, I was with my parents, taking a walk. I had a bad day that day, so we needed to talk together. Next thing I know I'm in a cell, watching my parents bleed out. He thought it funny to torture me on a burn that i got that very day. It still hasn't healed. around the time he invaded the island, i took my chance. I knocked out the Lieutenant and ran out the open door. all the Chi-blockers were outside, attacking the others, so I freed the ones who were trapped. The weirdest thing was when he tried to take my bending, it didn't work. I couldn't be blood bent. I n
Spirits and Boys Chapter 1You could hear the groans of a punching bag throughout the arena. The new Fire ferrets were heading into the gym to practice for their upcoming match. They found three girls, all around bolin's age, fighting the bags, which they had surrounded themselves with. They fought exceptionally well, and one of the girls was even able to knock the bag off it's hook wit a rather ferocious kick.
Bolin stood transfixed, staring at the girl who looked like a fire bender. She definitely was from the streets.
"Guys, we have company." The ferocious kicker gestured to the team. she had sweat dripping down her pale back, and it looked like her hair was extremely wet.
All three stopped, and watched them.
"Baker girl. I suggest you get out of my practice time." A hated voice spoke harshly and revealed Tahno, restored to his former glory by Korra.
"Tell me, pretty boy, why on earth you ran away the last time we fought. Oh yeah. I was kicking your overly made up ass." The soaking wet girl walked over to him
The Sounds of ChristmasChristmas time in Republic City.
One of the strangest things I had ever seen. Obnoxious music sounded in the air, way too over played and loud. Nothing like in the south pole, with the soft guitar playing and the fire roaring in the hearth.
"Korra!" Asami, Mako and Bolin rushed up to me from the docks.
"What's up?" I asked, ignoring the pang of jealousy as Mako held tightly to Asami's hand.
"I got us tickets to a performance on Christmas Eve. She's the newest thing here. Apparently she came here from the South Pole like you. Her name's Christine. She's a really good piano player." Asami was practically jumping in her designer snow boots.
"It sounds great. Do i need to wear anything fancy?" Obviously I dreaded dresses of all kinds.
"I'll take care of it. Just show up to my house early, okay?" asami smiled brightly at me.
"Sure. I'll see you then." I shrugged. They left with rather large smiles.
"Korra, What's going on on Christmas Eve?" Jinorah asked.
"I'm going to a concert with
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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