Becca Theme?

She placed a warm towel on the little girls forehead and sat on the coffee meza, jedwali across the kitanda staring at her sadly, " Sil maybe wewe should just go relax..." he said, she turned to Bentley and sighed " what if she doesnt wake up... what if she doesnt have any parents... " she muttered out. Bentlley looked at Aryess and sighed " just go relax please.... well figure this out.... " he muttered, she let out a shaken breath and stood up walking over to Bentley " if i couldnt relax last night what makes wewe think i can now... " Aryess gazed up at him with tired eyes. Bentley sighed and looked...

So, since my sister was begging me, I let her, dont kill me!




Name: Alex Jephin.

Alias: White Lotus

Appearance: Red hair, blue eyes, fair skin.

Civvies: Jeans, white tank top.

'Stume: link

Weapons: Sword

Powers: Invisibilty, Sonic Scream, Levitation.

Skills: Acrobatic, Swordskill. Martial Arts Master.

Past: Has been trained hardcore since childhood. Trained to be fast, and able to escape an organisation called "The Undead". Mastering all movements but, one her father called "The Wind Willow". She struggles with the move, but wont accept help. Her mom died giving birth to her. She went to the League after...

The boy opened his eyes to white light. 
"Whaa?" His speech was slurred, he tried moving his body, but it was stuck to the table. 
"Don't move. It's worthless." A figure in the shadows spoke, only inaonyesha their white shoes. 
"What...?" the boy blinked, trying gain his vision. 
"Your paralyzed as of now, but don't worry. When wewe leave, you'll be able to....walk." The boy studied the burns and bruises on his body. 
"What did wewe do to me?" 
"We helped you..what else?" the figure moved and crossed his arms. "I'll be back later. Try not to go anywhere." The figure opened the door and left the...

A sharp knocking came at the door. Artemis jerked awake from Wally’s shoulder and looked up. “I’ll get it babe.”

The blonde stood up and slid on the vazi she had laying over the back of the couch. Artemis walked out of the bedroom and through the living room before opening the door. A man in Bermuda shorts and a hawaiin shati stood outside the door. A low straw hat hid his features, but he was deathly pale.

“Hello,” Artemis said, somewhat nervously.

“Hello, Miss Grant.” The almost sinister voice came.

“This is Miss West.” Artemis replied.

A small chuckle. “I’m looking...

Cuz I thought it would be fun! 35 stinkin ways!





1. Poke her in between her wings, then run away cackling maniacily.

2. Hug her, then say "Oops, I thought wewe were someone else." then walk away.

3. Take away her teddy.

4. Take away her over-sized sweashirt.

5. Say she looks an awful lot like Brittany Spears with her blonde hair.

6. Rub her stomach, then say "Ooooooh!"

7. Dye her hair. She will kill you. Period.

8. When she is sleeping, write tomorrow's tarehe on the back of her neck with sharpie, then point it out later.

9. Poke Devin, then Fang, then her, then say "Looks like Darth Vader had kids..."...

((random thing. it just came to me in Spanish class so here it is...has nothing to do with anything soooo...its kinda just thrown out there...hope u like anyway))

Harley hands pumped Ciel's chest. She couldn't see his face through the tears, and whispering out, "Ciel..some one baby dont die! Wake up..please..please wake up Ciel.." His chest did not rise nor fall. Harley cried and put her head to his. Face to face, she whispered in a shakely, "oh Ciel i'm so sorry, this is all my fault..and now...now wewe dead..." She pressed her lips to his his quickly and mouthed, "I'm so sorry."

She cried in...

Screams filled the air as the glass rained down. Declan doubled-over and held the boy in his arms tightly, shielding him with his body. He heard the ZIP! of friction and glanced up under the bill of his fedora.
Figures dressed in all black were sliding down on ropes through the shattered sky lights. They kept coming and coming. The scariest part was the ghoulish clown masks they wore.
Declan looked toward the doors, the windows, the balconies. All were now guarded kwa masked men. The party guests stood frozen in shock, in terror as these new arrivals pushed through the crowd to line the walls....

I feel the rush of the wind, my panting breath, the cold stone of the tall glass fortress underneath my boots. I see the grand city as I stand in my red armor. In a sudden songesha I launch a rope from a small metal device and I’m flying through the air, like my name sake a robin. I’m a bird flying through the air, my duty to protect the city is strong in my heart. I-
“Prince Richard! Prince Richard!” I sigh as I tear my eyes away from the skyline from the ngome windows.
“Yes, Wallace?” I ask, as I look at the fastest messenger in the kingdom, his face was pink from the cold winds and...

This makala has been in my Drafts section for TOOOO long.
To keep note this is what I originally wanted Shadow to be when I first got introduced to this "OC club thingy". But since I thought about the character I thought it was just "Not modern".
I don't know if this should be made into a different person au what, your choice. (write in maoni please!)
I just wanted wewe to see it 'cause from memory, it took me AGES to make her.
Note: ^ I just added that now. Down is the bio.

Name: Maria Kyle

Code Name: Black Phantom

Other Aliases: Sakura, Cheery (Only in civilian life)

Age: 13

Occupation: Ninja/Hero/Orphan...

Okay, spoilers for Darkest (if wewe haven't seen it wewe have no life). Otherwise, just...read and comment? pwEASE.

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to rule

Kyra passed kwa the remnants of the cave, and glanced back at Demon, who was fingering the blade of her katana. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m dead serious.”
“But the cave was our home!”
“Then wewe can remain here and make sure it’s real. But I’m not joking with you. This is what happens to you-- to us all in a couple years.”
She walked straight...

Always Here


9 Years Ago...

Sam walked around the ballroom smiling at everyone, nodding, shaking hands. His mom's annual Summer Solstice party took place right before his birthday, so she counted it as his party.

Sam was startled to hear a familiar voice right behind him. He turned to see the police lieutenant from three years zamani talking to his mom. A red-headed girl was standing inayofuata to him. She looked to be around Sam's age, so he decided to go see the police officer again.

"Sam!" his mother exclaimed. She grabbed her son's arm and dragged him over to where she was standing. "Captain, have you...

Flying


13 Years Ago...

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Kids of all ages! Welcome, to the Haly Circus!"

The crowd erupted into cheers, Sam groaned as hs father dragged him into a kiti, kiti cha inayofuata to him. "Why did we have to go to a circus?" the eleven mwaka old groaned. "I mean honestly, I've got better things to do."

"You can spend some time with me rather than beating up another nine mwaka old." his father alisema harshly, taking a bite of popcorn. "Or stealing from the vending machine."

Sam made a face and slouched down in his kiti, kiti cha while his father continued to eat popcorn. Sam knew why he was really here. His father...

"You're awake?"
Aryess nodded without taking her eye of the view through the floor-to-ceiling tinted windows of the sky scraper.
The man walked up and stood beside his sister, examining her out of the corner of his eye.
The teen wore loose sweat-pants and a black tank-top. She had tied her hair back in a braid, allowing full view of her storm grey irises, dark as the clouds were gathering outside. Her face was drawn and paler than usual and every muscle was tensed.
"No offense, but wewe look like crap," Declan stated.
"I feel like crap," she admitted. "Where's my suit?"
"Getting repaired. The entire...

Name: Samuel Grant
Code name: Red Revenge
Age: 24
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 213 lb.
Eye and Hair Color: True blue eyes, shaggy dark hair with natural streaks of blonde
Physical form: Muscular, masculine (no they aren't the same thing), clean shaven
Normal "Civvies": Khakis, T-Shirt, Suit Jacket
Uniform: Black stab/bullet-proof body suit with red cape, mask, markings, outlines, and gloves.
Attitude: Nice guy, sympathetic for those who deserve it, harsh and cold when needed. Very much a politician and businessman. Cold and dark when Red Revenge.
Job: CEO of Grant Industries
Home: New York City
Powers: None
Abilities:...

Don't worry, this isn't a whole new series.. I kinda got carried away, so it’s probably gonna be at least 3 parts (would that be a three-shot au a series?? lol). BTWs this takes place when Aisling’s 8 so that’d be.......eh, wewe do the math.
His eyes widened as he stepped into the alley, wrinkling his nose at the stench that wafted toward him in thick clouds. He had to walk on his tiptoes to avoid the piles of filth and unidentifiable substances, and he grimaced at the squelching noises his combat boots made on the ground. Pinching his nose shut, he scanned the alley, praying that no one...

Timeline: 3 years in the future...

“Cʼmon, cʼmon, cʼmon,” Aryess muttered.
“Patience, kiddo,” Nic alisema through the communication unit in her ear.
“Itʼs freezing up here!” She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to gain warmth.
“What did wewe expect? Youʼre 102 stories up and itʼs the middle of the bloody winter.”
“Oh.. yeah.” The teenager tried to focus on the spectacular view from the juu of Empire State Building. The city lights were a dazzling light onyesha of yellow, red, blue, white. She was grateful for the full head mask that tucked her long fair hair away and kept...

For Silverwing's challenge. Crap-ass title. Fin's... 3 years younger, I think.. not sure... *shrug*

“Chelsea!” came a high-pitched young squeal of a voice that set the teen’s nerves on edge. The kid was ten, and already she was bugging the hell out of her. The 15-year old focused on the girl who was practically bouncing with happiness. “What?” she managed to ask, attempting to keep any venom out of her voice. Mr. Wilson had told her to be somewhat nice to the brat.
“Slade promised that you’d train me today!” Infinity screeched, jumping out of practically nowhere, which was probably...

Just cuz I was borrrrrred.

This one~shot has no moral, its just stuff to read if your bored.





I woke up, covered in soft, warm blankets. I groaned and rolled over, not wanting to songesha from my nest of blankets.
"Come on....here we go..." Ciel alisema as he picked me up.
"Good morning." I said, groggily, and cheerfully.
"Morning sleepy feathers." He said, throwing me over his shoulder. I rubbed my eyes and felt the inconsistencies as he walked down the stairs. I felt like a lump of potatos. My legs thumped against Ciel's chest with every step he took. Ciel walked into the kitchen, pulled me off his shoulder,...