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D10 of 30 Day Challenge: 'Visiting Leo'She touched the little box in her pocket and smiled. It seemed odd to see a smile like that in a place where she was. The young woman pushed open the creaky front gate and gently closed it behind her.
The lady came face to face with hundreds of headstones. She quietly hummed a comforting song for herself as she navigated her way among the graves. The lone woman was mindful of not stepping on anyone. Heavens knew she didn't want to disturb their rest.
She mentally moved down this path and turned that way, and another few feet. She made a left at the rose bushes to find him.
"Hey Leo. It's me," she said to the headstone. It was simply decorated, and at rounded part of it, there was a rosette. Underneath it, it read:
Fought Cancer With the Best of Them
Brother, Son, Fiancé, and Best Friend
"So little brother, how is it up there?" the elder sister asked. "You still begging grandma
D9 of 30 Day Challenge: 'Venice'Down in one of the canals, a native looks down to see an empty gondola. Soon, it's filled by the gondolier, and a couple. From their clothes, he decided they were tourists.
The young man smiles as he remembers his own trip in one of those boats. One particular ride with his own sweetheart. He notices one of his friends running up to him. The friend waves a mask around, and it reminds him of what night it was tonight.
Mardi Gras. Where he could be anyone he could be.
D7 and D8 of 30 Day Challenge: 'Shadow-Play'The wind howled against the crook. He struggled to grip onto his stash of cash and jewelry. The hoodlum began to regret taking the jewelry. The gold sure weighed him down.
He stopped cold. The man could have sworn that the shadow in front of him contorted. The branch couldn't have curled inward like a bendy-straw. That wasn't possible.
The burglar clutched his bag close to his chest. Keep walking, keep walking, he commanded himself. Just the damn wind. Nothing more.
The sound of something being stretched made him run. Sneakers slapped over the puddle covered ground. The sidewalk beneath him was in great disrepair. But, he expertly leaped over every little hill in the concrete.
The crooks felt something trip him. He lands face-first into a mound of mud. He struggled to get up, but something pinned him to the ground. He managed to wipe away enough mud from his eyes to see that no one pinned him. At least, physically.
The Medic and the Scout 25-27</strong>
Sorry for the delay my lovely readers!
You have no idea how hard it was for me to write the following bits. The first five minutes of TFP airing have struck me hard to the core. To this day I can barely stand to open up my DVD and just . . . WATCH.
I hope it's up to par. Read on!
(My apologies ahead of time if there are any grammatical or punctuation errors. Spelling included.)
"Blank" is speaking
'Blank' is a thought
"-Blank-" is Bumblebee speaking
Beep is just a sigh or a quiet sound Bumblebee makes.
: Blank: is talk via comm-links.
Cycle: About 1 Minute
Mega-cycle: About an Hour.
Orbital Cycle: About a Month.
Stellar Cycle: About a Year.
Vorn: 83 Years
Title: Darkness Rising Part 1
Rating: T (canon character death)
Word Count: 518
Summary: With Cliffjumper gone, things wi
D6 of 30 Day Challenge: 'Runaway Bride'He glanced at his watch impatiently. The gold plated pocket watch read 12:39 PM. The ceremony was supposed to start over an hour ago.
The groom swallowed. He uneasily scanned the crowd of both his and his fiancée's families. On the bride's side, everyone seemed confused. On his side however, a few of his siblings and even his father glared at him.
It wasn't his fault . . . was it?
D5 of 30 Day Challenge: 'The Brother I Never Had'
I walked into my room. I grimaced at the mess it is in. I made a mental note to get all my laundry out and quickly folded clean clothes. I pop those into their designated drawers. I kept looking at the framed picture I have on one of my dressers.
It's the preview pic you see at the top of this. A friend of mine made it digitally. I first met him on via one of my first few fics in 2010 on . He seemed kind enough.
Man, I did not know what I was in for. This deviant, formerly known as anime-lover2008 on Deviantart, became fast friends with me. We bounced ideas back and forth. He talked to me while I had a rough times. He was a great conversationalist too.
He was like a brother I never had.
However, my own rough patches didn't compare to what he was going through at home. I won't go into details, but he just wasn't treated well. As he told me on a particular Yahoo messenger conversation we had, he typed 'gonna sneak downstairs to get something to eat', or something along those lines. I won
D4 of 30 Day Challenge: 'Quick Limmerick'I never felt so blue before.
All this makes me sore.
My heart sings a sad twang
and it's like a bang-
I want to half it to the core
D3 of 30 Day Challenge: And All That Jazz1930s-1940s: Jazz Era
It was at a street corner bar, the band was in full swing, and everyone that the music touched cut a rug. The ladies shook their hips and were dancing with their gents, and several kids strutted their stuff a little ways away.
The drummer kept the beat, and the trumpet kept singing. The saxophone continued to serenade. A crowd of just a few soon became many. The party went into the night, slowly winding down in beat and tempo.
The full moon watched as the music slowed to a tune that was like a lullaby. Everyone went home just before midnight. It was just another day for jazz lovers and players.
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