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Reconciliation C13 All Is Well Mostly"MAMA!"
That sound would forever be etched into Damien's processor.
Automatically, he shifts from his holo-form to his full size, using himself as a shield to cover the little one.
"Stay behind me!" he exclaims, his voice much deeper than when he was about Swifty's height.
"No need to tell me twice!" she screams as the Insecticon charges at the Vehicon, who fires frantically at the gigantic thing. Those blasts however, barely made a dent.
Frag, frag, frag!
The Insecticon bellows, rattling Damien's nerves to fire his weapon. With the Vehicon distracted, the gigantic Decepticon goes on all fours and rams into the smaller mech, sending him flying.
"GAH!" Damien shouts as he collides with the sand, coughing. He clutches his midsection in agony. He carefully looks at the cut; it hurt like the Pit, but wasn't fatal.
"Oh no . . ." Swifty whispers. Damien struggles to get up as the Insecticon slowly advances to the cowering youngling only thirty meters away from him.
Missing Things: PrologueA few million years ago . . .
"Orion Pax, what is my policy about having the one you're courting in the Hall of Records?" Alpha Trion asks.
Orion sputters, botching the message he's supposed to send to the Editorial branch. Around him, the other archivists howl with laughter.
"I didn't know you actually had a policy of that nature, Alpha Trion," the young archivist stammers, face-plate going hot. He rubs his neck, biting his lower lip.
"Wait, where is she exactly?" he adds, raising an optic ridge.
"Down stairs, just outside the front entrance; you should probably tell her," the master archivist responds, a small smile gracing his aged face-plate.
"Thank you, sir," Pax murmurs quietly and quickly saves his document as a draft on his console. He then has to dash pass several teasing remarks.
"Sheesh, during work hours-?"
"That isn't like you!"
"Is she cute Pax?!"
"Get back to work!" Alpha Trion snaps, silencing them all.
Orion ignores the remarks and gets to the entrance. H
A Lost LoveA young man runs into the house, slamming the door behind him. His messenger-style backpack is carelessly shrugged off from his shoulders. It hits the floor with an inharmonious THUMP on the tiled floor, breaking the peaceful silence within his house.
The teen quickly look left and right, noticing that there wasn't any sign of his parents . . . good they weren't home yet . . .
The blonde didn't want his parents, especially his father, seeing him like this.
He fights the stinging sensation behind his eyes. He wouldn't show weakness . . . he just couldn't! He loses his fight as clear droplets peek out from under his long bangs. A shuddering, mournful sob is ripped from his chest.
Hot tears rain down his beautiful hazel eyes as he slumps against the door, pulling his knees close to his chest.
The high-schooler then breaks-down into despairing bawls.
They made the announcement during school. His best friend, his girlfriend . . . had gone to the realm of eternal sleep.
It was an acci
Your Picture, My MemoriesOn my way home today, I see something that makes me have a double take.
In my mom's car, are some photographs.
It's my late grandfather, or as I usually say, Ông Ngoại. He passed away on August 8th, 2011.
That's when he went to Heaven.
At times over the past year, I have to blink my eyes times as I see a stranger passes me by. I dunno why, but the said stranger either looked, walked-or did both-the same way he did.
Some days, I see him in a lemon of a car he had, rattling down the street past his apartment when mom and I go visit Bà Ngoại, a widow now.
Years ago, me and Lily had fun going with Ông Ngoại to go places in that old car of his, even as we rattled by and people stared; I got a kick out of it, quietly giggling.
I got to sit up at the front first-got bragging rights and the height for it then too . . . though as I see it now, I was a bit of a jerk to my little niece, or cousin-I mess that up because she's the kid of one of my cousins, so forgiv
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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