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Nothing But TroubleThey both felt the impact as their practice swords collided. Receiving the blow was the younger of the pair; the taller youth delivered it. She was ready for his attack, though, and by bracing against the grass threw him off balance. Once his footing was unstable, it was a simple thing to push upward and bring him tumbling to the ground. He wasn't going to go down alone, and with a sweeping movement of his legs brought hers out from under her. For a moment, they both lay in the lush grass, enjoying a moment of rest after the past half hour of exertion. Her chest was still heaving when he sat up, recovered enough to laugh loudly.
“I've lost again. If the Academy ever decides to admit girls, I'm a goner. Hopefully the boys there aren't as tough as you!” In response to his jest she laughed half-heartedly, blinking her eyes at the brightness of the sky. Lady Rukia Kuchiki was small, even for the tender age of 11; her slender build and delicate arms attested to her noble birth.
Still the Same Girl (Revised)The Abyss was singing her to Its bedside tonight, unfolding black sheets into soft and smoky wisps. Let go, It hummed. You gave so much already. Come rest, Nami. There’s no sense in fighting it any longer.
A few steps away from Bell-mère's grave, Nami’s body stood in the moon’s pale and unflattering glow. Her mind, however, wandered elsewhere, opening fragile memories she swore she’d never touch again.
She drew in a sharp, cold breath and hung her head low. Nami was as worn as an old sail flapping limply on the high seas. Those fierce winds, once filling her with joy, now seeped through holes that had been torn through her spirit. Many had knifed Nami, but none so much as her sister. Nojiko’s last words weaved in and out of her head: “You're still the same girl.”
Nojiko. She couldn't have been more wrong than a rock with an eye patch. That so-called “girl" had perished with her mother, Bell-mère.
A Dark Horizon (Betamatch Final)Summer was over, that much was certain. As the sun set, muted fall colors drew her gaze to the city, waiting as the moon rose in the oddly black sky above. It seemed as though the stars were afraid to shine, too scared to show themselves. But the worst part was the wind, a steady breeze that, as the moon rose, grew stronger, fingers of squalling gusts clawing through tree branches and abandoned swing sets.
Had the citizens of Reidington been awake, they would have noticed the sudden darkness that overtook the city as the clock struck midnight. They would have noticed the snapping of branches in the rough winds. They would have noticed the starless sky and the dark streets. However, despite their slumber, they all shared one thing as the wind blew: A nightmarish glimpse into a world not one of them could bear to live in.
Sakura Avalon was no exception; she lay in her bed, sheets tangling around her body as she tossed and turned. Beads of sweat trickled down her brow and a soft cry escap
The Same Compartment - orig. by magicwingsforeverThe Same Compartment
Originally written by magicwingsforever
Edited by Indiana
When they first met, James Potter and Sirius Black didn't expect to be lifelong friends. They were just two boys sitting on the Hogwarts Express, shoved into the same compartment by some rowdy fifth years. Each of them kept to himself, and it wasn’t until James spotted Sirius’s broomstick advertisement booklet, tossed carelessly onto the seat, that the two of them began talking.
"What team?" James asked enthusiastically, pointing at the Quidditch players clutching world-class brooms on the cover.
Sirius snorted, glancing at the booklet and then to James. "Chudley Cannons, of course. I just went to see them, they were bloody amazing! You?"
James stared at Sirius, his eyes wide in amazement. "Same, my dad loves to take me to their matches! Gonna try out for the house team?"
Just like that, the two were friends.
When James joined Sirius at the Gryffindor table, they grinned
Beta-reader Match-making Fan Fiction contest entrySmoke hung low and heavy over Praxus, obscuring optics and clogging vents. Here, the once proud city-state stood cracked and charred, covered in ash. The glorious crystals of the Helix Gardens, the pinnacle of Cybertronian art and beauty, lay shattered. Many of the civilians were gone, long since departed or dead. Those who remained had abandoned their civilian ways, forced into more militaristic roles.
Towering above the surrounding ruins, the smoking husk of the Assembly sat. Not so long ago, this building thrived, the center of all Praxian culture and business. Grand halls held concerts, games, presentations, assemblies, and exhibits, and all manner of art and technologies were gathered and displayed here. It was the heart of Praxus.
It had been the first Decepticon target in Praxus.
The Assembly still stood… mostly. One wing had entirely collapsed. Windows had long since shattered under the onslaught. From several of the gaping holes, smoke trickled out. But it still stood,
Edited contest entry for InvadershariePrussia x Reader
You walked down the halls,looking for Gilbert,your best friend.He had said to meet you by the lockers after class.'Where IS he?',you thought. You decided to grab your things for your next class while you waited.
"Hey!Glad you decided to meet the AWESOME me here?!"You rolled your eyes at him as you shut the locker.
"Hey,Gil.What's up?",you said,shutting your locker and twisting the combination lock a couple times,to make sure it was locked.
"I just wanted to know if you wanted to go to prom with me." The halls fell silent,as if the whole world were awaiting your answer.
"Yeah,I'd love to!",you replied,smiling brightly,(e/c) orbs s
Portal: This Dark Path Beta ReadSPECIAL NOTE - PLEASE READ: This is the second half of the Beta Match Making Contest, where I beta read another deviant's fan fiction. This story was written by iammemyself, not me. I am only beta reading it. I claim no ownership of it. All credit for this story goes to iammemyself.
There are a few examples of British English spelling on words (colour vs. color), and to keep true to the original author's intentions, I have kept those spellings as intended.
Portal: This Grey Path
Written by: iammemyself
In an eternal instant, the world changed.
He knew of one reason, just one reason, that explained why he would wake. Here, like this, in the middle of the once-proud cracked walls and shattered windows.
She was not awake, not yet. Still she remained in her artificial slumber, but it would not last. He knew it
Check and Mate (Beta Draft)Check and Mate (Beta Draft)
Contests / 2013 / Beta Match-Making Contest / Phase Two
Shikamaru continued signing the after action reports, ignoring the loud music and the raucous laughter outside. Parties just weren’t his thing, even a blowout to celebrate the end of the Fourth Great War.
Even after he had dismissed them, his squad mates had tried their best to convince him to join them in the festivities. Ino had practically danced back into the tent, her long blonde hair flowing behind her, giving him a forced, flirtatious wink from under her long bangs. “Come with us Shikamaru!” she had teased, smiling through her sorrow and loss, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “The war’s over! We won! Surely we can forget the paperwork and live a little!”
Ino had been drowning in her grief; she desperately needed an escape from the reality of things dragging her down. She had held them all together. Tiles moved on his mental bo
Last (Edited Draft)There is no one who truly knows how to face the end that lies beyond the end of the world. One day, the seven Moons shine beneath the Sea of Enkre, as they are supposed to, and the next day you find yourself drifting away, your world diminished to a mere fragment of what it used to be. You open your eyes in the light of the Moons, and for a moment you forget about the cataclysm from the night before, or you think everything was just a bad dream. You look at the alabaster walls around you, still intact, and you tell yourself all is as before. You insist there was no Armageddon, no catastrophe, you tell yourself those galaxies, all those people in them, could not have perished. Even as you cast your gaze upward, you assure yourself that your people are safe, but there are only six Moons in the sky.
Time drifts by and the people speak of strange things, of cities of fire looming on the edge of the Sea of Enkre and cliffs of ice standing beside them, and you notice there are only five M
Pony Plush Giveaway! Pony Plush Giveaway!
I apologize i'm not making a journal about this but i have told some of you before that my journal doesn't work, and which I don't know why.
But that's not the point here is the link to original journal http://kiashone.deviantart.com/journal/
-You must watch the the host of the contest to be be a part of the contest
-you must make journal about the contest the with a link
And good luck if you enter my friends!
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