Just Another Love Story by Frey-ofthe-Arcane, literature
Literature
Just Another Love Story
Assignment Three, Story & Visual Language – “Want Ad”
William had always been a little unusual, and a little too calm. Growing up, he made friends as quickly as he lost them, typically through no fault of his own. He was often called unlucky, and this trait was feared as though it were contagious. As time wore on, he accepted his fate and he began to keep to himself.
There was, however, one exception: a girl by the name of Sandra.
Sandra had never demonstrated unease around William, and the two had become fast friends. Sandra would often come by to play after school, and eventually the two became inseparable. Time marche
Maeryn's Adventures -Prologue by Frey-ofthe-Arcane, literature
Literature
Maeryn's Adventures -Prologue
Maeryn's Adventures
Book I
Part I
Animal Island
PROLOGUE
A propeller skipped off to Andrew Dremel's left. An engine exploded somewhere off to the right, the resulting explosion a fantastic shower of flames and shrapnel. Gun shots sounded one after the other, a perpetual barrage that continued well into every day and every night. Missiles whistled past, crashing into buildings buildings that could hardly be destroyed any more than they already were. Curiously enough, although Chaos was already everywhere, from the sky filled with smoke to the ground littered with bodies, it seemed that such disarray was somehow managing to spread e
What Could Have Been - PV by Frey-ofthe-Arcane, literature
Literature
What Could Have Been - PV
"It's not here." It was a statement, not a question.
The two pokemon looked at each other, visibly perplexed. Before them was a tombstone many, many tombstones, in fact! but...
"It's not here," he repeated in a whisper. "It should be here."
I do not understand, either.
The two merely shook their heads and decided it was high time to leave Lavender Town and head for Celadon, as they had been instructed.
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Ahhh... The Green City: so vast, so beautiful, and so full of fresh air. He could hardly wait.
"Well." A purple hand, only half tangible, rose to cover the sheepish coughs that issued forth from the creature's mouth.