Last Torn Page StupiditySora smiled to himself as he magically was transported into the Book of Pooh, maybe that silly old bear would remember him now that he had gathered the last torn page. As he found pooh he was surprised by the fact he was not greeted by his small friend, but instead watched for a moment in curiosity. "Hello, Somebody-I-don't-know." Said Pooh in a friendly manner.At that point Sora, now mad with emo-ness and frustration took his Keyblade, the very one he had received in Hundred Acre Woods, and killed himself via decapitation. In the last moment his brain still functioned he watched as Anti-Sora flowed from the mess of blood spewing out of his
WhenWhen did I first start to fall? It's hard to remember how it started all those years ago, back when my hair was a gentle blonde and his was a soft brown with just a hint of red. But, I think it was our first day of Dragon Training. It was a serious moment, realizing that our leader felt that they needed us to start learning to fight, made me think that our parents would never come home. But then he walked in, and joked. I wanted to make a remark about what his parents would think if they heard him joke about the pain that someone can experience in battle, and then I remembered.If our parents didn't come back, he'd be all alone.His mother
Six Short SG-1 StoriesOne: “Move!” Daniel ran downhill, sliding a bit in the mud as Teal’c pushed him downwards. A staff-weapon blast shot by just a hair’s breadth above his head. “Into the trees, we can use them as cover until we get to the gate!” Daniel followed Jack and Sam, glancing behind him to make sure Teal’c was still with them. Teal’c turned and fired the zat at a couple of the Jaffa who were following them. They fell, and rolled down the hill. Daniel watched as one Jaffa rolled onto the other Jaffa and they rolled into a pillar. Sadly, Daniel neglected to watch his step. Inside the trees there were marsh-like
A rubbish pre-FotJLU fic Thomas Wayne was hard at work, he was pulling the training wheels off his bike. “Are you sure you don’t want any help Master Thomas?” “No thanks Alfred. I can do it myself.” Alfred couldn’t help but smile at the boy’s determination, it reminded him so much of the boy’s father, and the grandfather for whom he was named. He followed Thomas as the boy made his way to the large paved driveway, a first-aid kit tucked under his arm. “Don’t go towards the gates Master Thomas.” Alfred called as Thomas pulled himself up onto the bike. He pushed off and the bike wobbled, Alfred barely restrain
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