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El Cuervo que deseaba SerEste era un cuervo (Corvus corax) esquizoide que vivía en su jaula, situada al lado de la percha de un guacamayo azul y amarillo (Ara ararauna) quien no paraba todo el día de repetir con aire despreocupado los fonemas que pronunciaban sus dueños y que alcanzaban a llegar a su canal auditivo. Mientras comía su fruta pensaba el cuervo: si yo pudiera hablar algún día, lo haría como el guacamayo.
Radiating joy the page is.Once there was a pawn who had nothing better to do than scratch his belly between one labor and the next.
The year was 13.. in a town in Germany not called Köln or München but little known, Ellendorf.
The page (the pawn, that is) was a sad man, crestfallen and schizoid (introverted). One fresh new morning he accidentally discovered a pair of scissors that he had lost long ago doing manual work for the employer. Well, these scissors produced sparks from the rust they had collected as the page noticed and as he verified later were able to cut the immaterial, including the shadows.
It was still morning when he set forth to try them out in the town-village, which he affectionately called the Big Ranch. It was a few hours thinking what to cut. When he began cutting shadows of plants and objects, he watched how once they falled off the edge of his scissors they disintegrated to appear no more. Later it came to him, he could use a barrel shaped as a drum al
El derecho a ser cursiCamina un hombre por el paraíso; su volumen es de 17.4 galones, su temperatura de 36.5°C, su pulso 70 ppm... treinta pasos más y llega a la cima del saber; el puente al lado resplandeciente de luz; el paso a un valle de flores magníficas entre los dos ríos originales; el asentamiento en donde todos los demás animales convergen; la roca del honor; la vida.
From Panels to Pages: Hook, Line and SinkerThere are some days where life throws you something totally unexpected that takes you out of the daily routine. I've noticed these changes can oftentimes be little adventures in and of themselves, wonderful little side stories to our "normal" walks.
Then again, living in a home full of Pokémon means that "normal" is usually anything but. So on a sunny Wednesday morning, another of life's little twists and turns came to trip me up.
Or rather, the twisting, turning tip of my dear Arbok's tail was what tripped me up.
I really should've learned by now that the long corridors of the Manor are the most likely spots for Arbok or my other serpentine Pokémon pals to ambush me! It's in their nature, after all; scouting out places to surprise their marks, which are most of the time all me. Within seconds of the toe of my shoe bumping into the purple appendage sticking out of the side storage room, she'd curled her tail all the way up my leg.
"WHOA! What the--?"
My surprise took away any
The Shadow Game - Mai Valentine TG (Request)
Paul was an avid Yu-Gi-Oh! player. He considered himself pretty good at it. He often won local tournaments and played online quite a bit. He was online playing against some other players like he usually was. He came across a certain player, asking him to play a "shadow game." Paul assumed the guy was just joking, and said "Sure." to him. Nothing was different from any other game. Paul was getting a bit upset, as he kept on getting poor cards and was just generally unlucky. Paul lost the match and was left with a short chat before he disconnected. "Well you lost, and this was a shadow game. Although, the punishment for losing is, let's say, a bit more fun." the opponent said before leaving the lobby. Paul sat at his desk for a moment, taking it in. He assumed it was nothing to worry about, but was still curious why his opponent talked the way he did. Before he could continue, Paul felt a strange feeling surround his body.
Paul's hair grew greatly as it reached down to his back, turning
The Moon's New Children"I'm so glad things have returned to normal."
Silversoul giggled, licking her new mate's head. "Me too," she agreed with the calico, intertwining her tail with the green-eyed she-cat. "It's nice to not be fighting all of the time."
"I feel like we should do something to celebrate," Frogsplash mewed, pawing at the empty bones of what was their lunch. "We already ate though, so, I don't know what we could do. I'm kind of just restless right now," she wound herself around the silver furred she-cat.
A voice called out from the other side of camp. "Hey lovebirds," it was Scratchpad's voice, and Frogsplash stuck her tongue out at her brother. "Get a den--you're making my stomach churn!"
"You're just jealous!" Frogsplash called back, laughing. Turning back to Silversoul, the calico purred, "Maybe we should get out of camp. We can go exploring--maybe we can go near the twoleg's den again. I was kind of curious about that place."
Silversoul nodded, licking a paw and swiping it over an ear to cl
The End, The Beginning.As she came upon the MoonClan leader, Brightpaw could clearly see his thread--bright blue, thinner than normal, but woven together with an intricate and uneven red one. She unsheathed her claws, Cinderstar and Ebonystar were holding Fallenstar down, with Echostar and Deadsoul nearby for support if needed.
“Don’t touch me!” Fallenstar--or, whoever was in control at the time--hissed, his mouth contorted in a painful way, his eyes bulging as he pleaded for his life. He trembled slightly, his neck nearly snapping with the effort, before he faced Brightpaw again.
“Do it. Make me pay for what I’ve done.”
Brightpaw nodded, this was the true Fallenstar, his true wishes. Raising her claws, the tabby shut his eyes, looking almost peaceful if it weren’t for the stains of blood and torn flesh throughout his body.
“Fallenstar, leader of MoonClan. By the will of yourself, by StarClan and by the leaders of all of the territories, I remove you from your
“Phew…I thought that game was never going to end!” Phil said as he took off his football helmet, wiping the sweat from his brow. What started as a simple match against a rival team had ended up going into overtime due to tough defense and blocking, and eventually it was a touchdown scored by Phil that won it for his team. On top of that, Phil managed to get through the game without spontaneously transforming into his anthropomorphic eagle form. It had become sort of a ‘secret weapon’ for his team, but at the same time, he didn’t want to fork out more money to pay for replacement clothing. However, he didn’t have any clue that by the end of the day, he’d never have to deal with that problem ever again.
“And now that the game’s finished, I should really get to work!” Phil said as he placed his helmet in his locker, deciding to skip showering until later on. Normally he’d shower as soon as a game had finished, but con
Moon's RebirthIt had been three days.
Fallenstar hardly remembered anything the previous few days after losing most of his lives; Spiceshadow had insisted the leader stay within his den and rest and allow the Deputy to do his duties.
But this was one duty the Deputy could not do.
Though Fallenstar didn't technically possess the 9 lives a leader should, Cinderstar and the other leaders had explained what StarClan had told them to the awaiting MoonClanners after bringing Fallenstar home. Though most were alright with this, some were still very much against Fallenstar staying as a leader, let alone calling him with the sacred -star at the end of his name. Many of his warriors referred to him as Fallenshadow once again.
Fallenstar couldn't blame them.
Spiceshadow's voice was the one that rang out this time. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here beneath the Moss Rock for a Clan Meeting!"
"Thank you, Spiceshadow," Fallenstar mewed to his deputy, dipping his head to the blue-eyed tom
UL- Dragged Along (tf)“You’re such an airhead Via! What do you mean you don’t know where you lost it?!”
“Calm down Devan, I think it was around here. Or at Helen’s house.” The girl’s voice echoed in the darkness, bouncing off the walls and curved ceiling that the arching bridge formed, while her feet sounded like drumbeats. “Or the bus….”
Devan let out a gasp of frustration and whacked his stick off the hard stone, feeling it snap with the impact. “See! Just get a pocket with a zip or a bag! I told you your phone’d fall out and did you listen? Nooooo, and now I’m stuck out here trawling through mud to find it. Do you even know what time it is?!”
“How would I? I lost my phone.”
“I don’t know, wear a watch or something! Point is I promised mum I’d be back in by two a.m. and now I’m late! Dangit, she’ll ground me for sure…”
“Don’t blame me!” Via snapp
The Raven that wasn'tOnce there was raven (Corvus corax) who was schizoid and lived in a cage by the perch of a Blue-and-yellow Macaw (Ara ararauna) who repeated uncouthly and daylong the articulations that their masters produced, and only those that ventured inside its ear canal. While eating the raven thought like this: if only I could ever talk, I would talk like the Macaw.
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