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My story (4,000 pageview special!)It started back in early February 2012. It was the 15th, I just recently downloaded the internet channel onto my Nintendo Wii. (This was four months before I got my Xbox.) I mainly used it for......Okay I don't remember, but I used to watch a lot of youtube video's using it.
A few days later I was on Google looking up some pictures. After a while I found a picture with a story link. That's when I found this site, good ol' deviantart. The first deviant I ever found was TheBlox. He has INCREDIBLE stories and I higjly recommend that you go check them out. Now let me tell you how browsing dA on the Wii was. It f***ing sucked. Search pages only showed four results, there were no themes to use so I had to put "stories" in the related search, if someone typed A++++++++++++++++++ so much it would go off of the website, and the comments always went by weeks. Ex. 160 weeks. You couldn't view account comments either. Having to use dA like this was very tedious but it was okay. If a deviation had
The end of Equestria?Important note: This fanfiction is based off a dream I had a few days ago, so if anything is out of the ordinary, which is probably everything you will read in this fanfiction, please remember this fact. With the note out of the way, let the story begin.
Norfy: "Hey Fluttershy, has anything seemed a little weird today?"
FS: "No, at least, nothing that I noticed."
Norfy: "All ri- oops, almost fell down that hole. *proceeds to jump over the hole, but when he does, he jumps higher than the clouds* WHAT THE HECK!? HOW DID, WHAT?! *Falls back to the ground, landing on his face* OW! WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?!"
FS: "I don't know! Are you okay?"
Norfy: "I'm okay, but what the heck happened?! Wait, doesn't everything look slightly smaller?"
FS: "I think we should go find Twilight and the others to see if they know what's going on."
Back at Twilight's house
Norfy: "Twilight, have you seen what's happening?"
TS: "Yeah! I don't know what's going on!"
RD: "Where's Rarity and Appleja
Nievan languageNievan Language
Part 2-(verbs/ past and ongoing/ placement)
to confuse---------- Bermic (ber-mick)
-confused----------- Bermic'ir (ber-mi-kir)
-confusing---------- Bermic'ov (ber-mi-cov)
to behold----------- Lacrin--(la-krin)
-beheld------------- Lacrin'ir (la-cry-nir)
-beholding---------- Lacrin'ov (la-cry-nov)
to imagine---------- Calren--(call-rin)
--imagined---------- Calren'ir (call-re-nir)
--imagining--------- Calren'ov (call-re-nov)
to wait------------- dai (die)
-waited------------- dai'nir (die-nir)
-waiting------------ dai'nov (die-nov)
to gather----------- spinatol (spin-ah-tohl)
-gathered----------- spinatol'ir (spin-ah-toh-lir)
-gathering---------- spinatol'ov (spin-ah-toh-lov)
to breath----------- cral (crahl)
-breathed----------- cral'ir (crah-lir)
-breathing---------- cral'ov (crah-lov)
to tell------------- laga (la-gah)
-told--------------- laga'nir (la-gah-nir)
-telling------------ laga'nov (la-gah-nov)
to need------------- sanger (sahn-
Experiments - Chapter 19Something happened. Something bad.
There was a misunderstanding and the “camp” that Kylie was supposed to attend was cancelled. Paula Rivvers told Kylie that Gavin had to go somewhere else for a special experiment, but he would be back by next spring.
It was as though someone had driven a knife through Kylie’s heart.
The rainy weather that drowned each day seemed far rainier than any rain anyone knew before.
With senior year on the rise, and the acceptance to a highly acclaimed college for the next fall, and Gavin’s date of arrival back to the home facility pushed back, everything that had happened that one chilly fall became a foggy memory.
. . .
“Kylie Peterson?” There was a voice on the other line that sounded all too familiar, but Kylie couldn’t place it. She had just finished her sixth semester at college, and she was sticking her car keys in her ignition to make the drive back to Martha’s house.
“This is she,” <i>
Experiments - Chapter 20“I’m sorry…” Gavin mumbled for the umpteenth time.
“For the last time,” Kylie blushed, voice quiet. “It’s…okay…” Her face was still tingling from the soft impact of the kiss. “I…I kinda…”
“Kinda what?” Gavin inquired anxiously, certain that she could feel the rampant pulse running through his veins.
“Well…” Kylie chewed on her lower lip, her own heart beating in rhythm with the giant’s – a surprisingly similar rhythm. “Some nights, I would just lie there…in bed, imaging… what would it be like if you kissed me…?”
Gavin exhaled shortly. “Really?” That received a brief nod. “I… I did too… I wondered what it would be like to kiss something so tiny…well, you…”
Kylie had never experienced such a giddy, awkward conversation. She actually liked it – it was much more innocent and lo
Salamence's Kitty Feast (Vore)Salamence’s Kitty Feast (Vore)
NOTES: Originally called "Snorlax's Kitty Feast" but I had mixed feelings that it wouldn't work for the little kittens. Anyways, this is the long-edited story that I keep changing over and over again. For those who stumbled across here, this contains vore, negative comments will be sho--- *clears throat* blocked by me without warning. Thank you and I hope you enjoy.
The family of four kitty-dragons decide to head for a stroll through the forest. Vanilla, Chocolate, Strawberry and Mint are exploring the area and the weather conditions are bright and sunny. Not a single cloud in the sky as it is clear as blue. We follow the kitty’s in third-person angles as they follow the narrow pathway. The four kittens are chatting with each other with pleasant conservations.
While walking further and further down the road, they hear *distant snoring* and it’s quite loud. The four has encountered a sleeping giant monster. It is a draconic Pokémon w
Back in the Race, Part 7
As John was leaving the hospital, he phone rang. Checking the number, he answers.
"Angie, give me some good news."
"Absolutely," replied Angie Stewart, AFPD's most decorated Detective. "It turns out that, after a search of the warehouse across the street, forensics was able to find the discharged cartridge. It's from a .338 Lapua Magnum, a sniper rifle used in the most recent wars in Iraq and Afghanistan."
"So, we're looking at ex-military?"
"Most likely. Not too many civilians would have the need for it, unless they were long-range shooting enthusiasts or game hunters.
"I'll check out a couple dealers in the area to see if that rifle had been sold in the past few weeks."
"Also, the reason for Mindy's sudden depowering and that man's pacemaker issue looks to be due to an EMP mine that was remotely detonated from the warehouse as well."
"EMP mine, how would someone get their hands on that?"
"Not sure, the technology isn't out there for mass production yet.
Hetalia x Pregnant! Reader - Germany Part Three(Two years later)
“Say mutti.” You told Heidi, your now one year old daughter. She had soft, light blue eyes and wavy hair that was the same color as yours was. She looked at you confused. You tried for the longest time to get Heidi to say mutti, the word you wanted her first word to be.
“Say mu-tti” you said slowly. The only reply you got was another look from her.
You sighed. You didn’t know if she was ever going to say anything. It’s been a whole year and she hasn’t said one word. This worried both you and Ludwig. You looked back and remembered that Ben had always been spot on when he was growing up. He said his first word, started walking, and did many other things right when he was supposed to. So far Heidi has been a little slower. She still crawled and hasn’t started to talk.
You looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was almost time for Ludwig to be back from picking up Ben from school. You were so glad that he liked the
Magical RemoteIt was last weekend when I found it, probably the coolest and most interesting thing in the world. I found it in my attic. While rummaging through old stuff trying to find something valuable, I stumbled across a remote control. It was coated in dust, I couldn't read what any of the buttons said. So I finished my rummaging and decided that that remote was the valuable thing I had been looking for.
I went to the bathroom and blew most of the dust off into the sink. I then took a washcloth, wetted it, and cleaned it off. It was rectangular and featured two large buttons at the top with ten buttons on each side going down below each of the two large buttons.
I read the buttons. They were labelled as follows:
L Wrist L Wrist
R Wrist R Wrist
L Arm L Arm
R Arm R Arm
L Leg L Leg
Summer NightsSummer Nights
Setting: The Backstage Lounge on the Music Cruise
Date: July 25th, 2014
Time: 6:21 PM PST
(Point of View: Franky)
“Hey, Franky,” Cadence called from across the room.
I jumped and put down my cell phone, which I had been scrolling through pictures on while sitting on a bright-blue couch. “Yeah?”
“Could you c’mere?” she asked. She was sitting at a makeup table or whatever those things are called on the other side of the room, getting ready for our next show, which was at 6:45. She and I were the only ones in the backstage lounge. I was trying desperately to get “Best Day Ever”, our song for the Music Jam, out of my head for a little while. It wasn’t working. At all.
“Sure.” I pocketed my phone in my jeans and waddled over to her. “Sorry I was ignoring you, I just… I’m bored.”
Shaking her head, she said, “It’s okay, I was being kinda antisocial.” Sh
Escape Ch:19 Dying Heartbeats
“Blaire.” Waylon glared at his ex-boss. He shifted his body, preparing it to run back down the hall behind him. Blaire saw the slight movement and to show his displeasure for it, he shot Waylon in the shoulder.
“ FUCKING GOD!!” Waylon cursed in pain. He fell against the wall, gripping his bleeding left shoulder. He breathed quickly through tightly gritted teeth, suffering through the pain. He put his left arm on the wall, slowly getting back to his feet.
“ come on Park. You knew that was a stupid move.” Blaire mocked, moving a few steps closer.
“i have to run. I hesitated after shifting, I should have ran.” Waylon thought. As if Blaire could read his mind, he reminded Waylon of the situation he was in.
“i suggest against another attempt to run, because next time ill shoot you in the face.” Blaire grinned, still holding his gun at Waylon. Waylon glared at him, thinking of anyway to escape.
“ you know Mr. Park, iam a
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