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Flash Fictions - batch 3 -MISC.ANIME--"Sand"
Pokémon - Tracey/Jay
Jay plonked her backpack down on the sand, using it to sit on, facing out towards the sea. She sat not too close to the water's edge to get wet, but close enough to watch the movement of the tide as it lapped up teasingly towards their feet before withdrawing back out across the beach. Tracey more than happily pulled his own backpack from his shoulders and did the same. Jay's main partner Charmeleon, however, was not as happy about it.
"Come on, Charmy," Jay protested, as he scrambled up her lap and practically on top of her head. She wasn't a trainer to particularly nickname her Pokémon, but Charmeleon often tended to get a shortened version of his name when he was being difficult. She managed to peel him off and settle him grudgingly back into her lap. "It was okay when you were a Charmander, but you're far too big now to be climbing on my head. I'll end up lopsided!"
Tracey chuckled. "I think Charmeleon has
I Know, You Know -CHAP.20--DN-
"Open your eyes, Gee!"
The shouts kept coming, keeping me from fading. My chest still burned. Why couldn't they just let me die in peace? Wasn't taking a bullet enough on my part? Someone then shook me roughly. If I'd had the energy, I would have frowned. I was dying here - you'd think they'd be a bit more gentle with me.
But even as the thought passed through my mind, I realised that I was thinking past the pain. Actually, the more I thought about it, it didn't seem quite as painful as when the bullet had first hit. Was that normal? I didn't exactly get shot on a regular basis, so I wasn't sure. With my mind feeling miraculously clearer, I did what I was told and managed to open my eyes.
One of the ceiling lights was directly above me - it hurt my eyes and forced me to squint. Thankfully, most of it was blocked out by somebody's head. As I peered through half closed lids, I could make out dark eyes and even darker hair. Did that mean the arms
The Kiss of DeathErin’s ears were still humming on the ride back hours later, their tune either one of relief for the end of her first round of practice, or a warning of what would come next. No matter how many times she washed her hands red and raw under the boiling hot water in the bathroom sink, her fingers reeked faintly of lead. Was all this also normal? She was too scared to ask. What if the task force took her concerns for weakness? As in, too weak to go with them?
She tried to take her mind off this by buying dinner for Stephen. Not well-versed in the Jewish vegetarian way (it wasn’t like they’d ever had time to talk in depth about it), she settled on the least offensive things she could find: a Caesar salad with a single packet of ranch dressing, a large bottle of mineral water with his favorite flavoring drops (tangerine), and a bag of fruit and nut trail mix. Hopefully that would be enough. Hopefully.
For Umbra and Sidoh, she grabbed two bags of chocolate drops. Then grabbe
Death Note Fanfic Chap. 1: Moving To Another World As she did every day, Erica Marlon woke up at dawn, thinking, "Have courage; Christmas Holidays begin this evening.” Like a zombie, she left her room while avoiding bumping her toes against the corner of the cabinet and approached the bathroom by notifying her reflection in the mirror. Her short hair had taken the volume of the pillow and dark circles were deeply rooted in her brown eyes.
She took her toothbrush with automatism, wet her hair and then took the least amount of time to gather her hair in a wretched ponytail. At least this hairstyle wasn't ostentatious; she didn't like the hair fantasies of most of the girls from her high school too much.
Back in her room, she hastily grabbed pale blue jeans and a white sweatshirt with long sleeves. She took her black sneakers and tied the laces while throwing a glance at her alarm clock. 6h45. She wasn't late, but she thought it best to hurry up. She walke
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