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Bolt sighed and wiped the sweat off his brow, looking up at what little sunlight filtered through the thick layer of leaves above. The sun was starting to set, not much time before dark.
“Bolt, are we there yet?” Domino whined as he trudged along after him.
“No, and if you ask me that one more time I swear I’m shoving you off the nearest cliff,” Bolt snapped.
The two had been making their way through the seemingly-endless jungle for three hours now, searching for anything that might help in their rescue. In the least they needed a decent place to set up camp.
“My backpack is really hea
AloneNothing. There was nothing. Everywhere she turned, no matter where her eyes fell, there was nothing. No things, no people, just emptiness. She was completely alone.
“H-Hello?” She called hesitantly, her voice quavering.
No answer, not even an echo. A deafening silence filled the air, seeming to swallow her whole.
“Please, is anyone there?” She called again in desperation, rubbing her arms in an attempt to drive away the freezing cold. Wisps of mist curled from her lips with every breath. “Anybody? Hello?”
Silence. The girl stood perfectly still, listening for any possible sound but hearing none. As time passed what little hope she had dwindled away and her eyes filled with tears. This was what she feared, her worst nightmare was coming to light. When she spoke her voice was soft and gentle, filled with despair.
“No, please, I don’t want to be alone….”
The StarsThe autumn moon hung as if by a string, dreary clouds scattered across the night sky.
The stars, the stars, where have the stars gone?
The phantom searched, his eyes finding nothing but darkness.
The stars, the stars, where are the stars?
He continued to search, drifting aimlessly across the bleak landscape.
The stars, the stars, why can I not see them?
His feet never stirred the fallen leaves, never disturbed the stillness of the night.
The stars, the stars, have they been lost?
Nothing but a simple ghost, searching for stars he could never see. He moaned with sorrow, finding that no matter how hard he searched the stars would not appear to him.
The stars, the stars, why have they abandoned me?
Was this life beyond the grave? A melancholy existence without his beautiful stars, the things he loved most? The phantom sighed and silently fell to his knees, his heart filled with despair.
My stars, my stars, I miss my stars
Guessing Game "Mama! Mama! Guess what I got! Mama!"
The little boy tugged insistently on his mother's dress, excitement shining in his big grey eyes.
"Yes, Eirik, what is it?" His mother laughed, kneeling down next to him.
"I caught a froggy!" he cried excitedly, holding out his hands to show a toad encased in his tiny fingers. The toad croaked in annoyance and kicked its back legs in an attempted to break free of the boy's grip. "Isn't it pretty, mama? You should see how high it jumps!"
"Yes yes, it's very nice," his mother said with a smile, "but I think the 'froggy' wants to go back outside."
"Awwww, but mama, I wanna keep him," Eirik whined.
"You can't keep him," his mother said patiently. "You don't know how to take care of him. You will only hurt him."
"But I already named him!" Eirik insisted. "His name is Loki,
Show, Don't TellThe first day the pool was scheduled to open, Pluto was waiting anxiously at the front gates. Thirty minutes, all he had to do was wait thirty minutes and he was free to jump into the cool, clear water. Thirty minutes and he could swim for as long as he wanted.
Two minutes in, he decided he had waited long enough.
Slinging his pool bag over his shoulder, Pluto braced himself against the metal gate. The metal clanged and rattled as he pulled himself up, climbing the fence as easily as if he were a spider. However, getting over the fence was a bit more difficult, seeing as how the last thing he wanted to do was cut himself on the sharp bits of exposed metal that poked out near the top. Being careful not to brush against the top he swung one of his legs over, quickly finding a foothold sturdy enough to swing over his other leg. As soon as he was stable, he jumped off the fence, letting his feet hit the concrete with a thud! Piece of cake.
Supernatural: Under the Stars (SamXDean)Sam gazed out the Impala’s window at the passing trees and buildings. He and his brother, Dean, were on their way to Wyoming to investigate some mysterious disappearances. Five people disappeared once a year in Rock Springs, definitely their kind of thing.
“Dean, how much longer till we get there?” Same asked, stifling a yawn.
“I don’t know, we’ll get there when we get there,” Dean replied. “Why, tired already?”
“After we spent all night digging up graves? Yeah I’m tired,” Sam retorted. “And I don’t want to sleep while you’re driving after what happened last time.”
“Aw, you’re not still mad about that are you?” Dean teased.
“Yes, Dean, I’m still mad,” Sam huffed. “You shouldn’t slam on your brakes while I’m sleeping. I really thought something had happened.”
“I know, that’s what made it so funny,” Dean chuck
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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