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"To Be A Father" In this instant of lying in a hospital bed with a scorched arm wrapped tightly in gauze and secured by a cast, nothing seemed real anymore. Not the accident. Not the pain. Not his mother's death. Nothing...
"After we go to the drug store we'll go to the supermarket!" His mother turned to him with a smile and ruffled his hair. "And buy my little boy a treat!" She turned back to her steering wheel. "You've been such a help around the house lately, and you've been such a help for Mr. Fredrickson!" She beamed. "I am just so proud of you!"
Russell blushed a little, embarrassed by his mother's fawning the way all young boys were. "Mom..."
"Ohhhh," she chuckled. "You know you love it!"
Russell gasped as he saw a pair of blinding lights careening towards the front of the car. "Mom! Get out of the
A Well's InterludeHe could see Sango from his perch in the tree - she was a bright splash of red in her wedding kimono against the muted background of villagers that had surrounded her to bestow their congratulations. He wished that her groom, in his blue and purple robes, was standing at her side. "Come to nag at me again?"
"I just hope you aren't sulking on my wedding day."
Inuyasha glanced down to the see the monk with his arms crossed and his eyes fixed on his new bride. "I don't sulk," the half-demon muttered.
Miroku wagged his finger. "You do. You've been sulking for three months," he replied, finally looking up at his sullen companion. "Come on, Inuyasha. I can't enjoy my wedding if my friends aren't there to share it with me."
"Keh." Inuyasha dropped down to the ground and glared at the other man. "Then, you shouldn't be enjoying it anyway, because all of your friends aren't here."
"I meant the friends that are able to be with us," Miroku said, his eyes softening. "The day is darke
Remembrance Zuko's memories of the Ember Island Players had done a disservice to their talent. Until tonight he had thought that it was impossible, but they were actually worse than he remembered. In the back of his mind, he questioned whether part of it might have to do with the fact he was being portrayed as an honor obsessed twit. '...No, they are just worse than I remembered.' He thought, trying to convince himself that was true as his actor stormed off the stage screaming 'honor' repeatedly. Shortly after that, the scene changed to something that vaguely resembled the catacombs under Lake Laogai with the actors of the Aang and Jet fighting the Dai Li. Zuko didn't pay much attention until Jet's actor disappeared beneath a boulder. 'Wait, did that mean...'
"Did Jet just...die?" Zuko asked surprised.
"You know, that was really
Poppy turned towards the doorway to her room and smiled at her baby sister's silhouette. "Hey, Iris. What's wrong? Can't sleep?" The silhouette shook its head.
"About what?" She shifted across the bed, making room for Iris. She didn't hesitate to accept the unspoken invitation, tossing her diminutive form into the bed and snuggling into Poppy's side.
A rustling in the gardens outside her room at the Fire Nation palace brought Ursa to the window.
Torches and moonlight cast most of the area into shadow, but there was enough light to make out the shadowed form of someone just outside.
"Ursa? That you?" The whisper drifted to her in a familiar voice.
"Ryuu! What are you doing out there, you little fool!"
"I came to save you- what else?"
"Tomorrow?" Poppy tried to stay calm, to bury the urge to scream as she regarded her too-perceptive sister. "The wedding?"
"Of course the wedding!" Iris glared up at her. "I may be only thirteen, but I'm not stupid.
Through the Eyes of Alfador
It seems appropriate that I begin this dissertation with a disclaimer: I am, in fact, a cat.
Perhaps it seems odd to you, thinking that the following words were penned by someone's pet. I assure you, however, I am more than simply a lap animal, a cuddly companion who spends his days dozing before a fireplace; my master is a sorcerer, which would make me his familiar. I have seen magic performed, powerful magic, the kind that makes your whiskers curl if you stand too close. Your eyes water, you know, if a spell is formed in close proximity. I suppose you've never been allowed near a master of sorcery, now have you? It's quite a privilege to see them at work.
Takes some getting used to, though, I will admit that much. The first time my master showed me that he could conjure fire with his bare hands -- oh, merciful Entity, my fur didn't fall flat for a fortnight! I wouldn't crawl out from beneath the cot for anything! He was very apologetic that he startled me, though, and eventually I sa
Setting FiresTitle Setting Fires
Fandom Full Metal Alchemist
Characters Edward Elric. Some Alphonse Elric.
Summary I never thought setting fires could make a person understand what was truly important.
Submitted for The Ultimate Fanfiction Contest (One Shots) November 20th 2009.
I never thought Mom would no longer be there.
I think it's something that everyone believes when they have a parent that as always been there for them: that their mother or father would always be waiting at home no matter what. It is hard to wrap the mind around the concept of their absence when their presence had become so customary. For many, they don't want to think about that, so they don't. I know I didn't, back then. The thought of Mom leaving never even crossed my foolish, childish mind. I was too concerned with
The Lost Sunset"I just need a day to myself," was the simple excuse that Matthew had given Hector earlier that week. He didn't know whether or not the Marquess' brother remembered the date or not, but he had gotten the day to himself without resistance.
Now that he had it, Matthew was restless. He remembered saying that she wouldn't have wanted him to give up because of her, but it was over now. It was a year exactly since the day he had lost her on the Dread Isle.
Sometimes he didn't know what was worse; the memory of her body, propped in the trees, like some sacrificial warning, waiting to turn back those who had dared stray too far in the woods. Or the dream of what could have been that haunted him from time to time.
In that dream he had taken her to meet his parents; a simple dinner, by a fire in their small house. They would talk about normal things; the weather, how he had grown up so fast, how his nephew was starting to remind his parents
A strange familyA Zutara fanfic
A strange family
Zuko walked through the empty halls of the Fire Nation palace. He stopped to look at one of the pictures on the wall. It was a groups painting of the Gaang who stopped the war. Zuko smiled. Eight years had passed since that day and everything had changed so much. The twelve-year-old Avatar on the painting was now a full grown man who lived with his fiancée at the Western Airtemple. That fiancée was no other then Toph Bei Fong. After the war she had helped Aang to rebuild the Airtemples. One day, Zuko just recieved a letter saying that he and his family were invited to their wedding. Zuko's eyes trailed of to the boy and the girl in the middle of the painting. Sokka and Suki. He still couldn't understand what Suki saw in an idiot as Sokka. 'Be nice.'Zuko thought. 'He's still your brother-in-law.'. Now he looked at the beautyfull watertribe girl on the painting. Her ocean blue eyes stared at the boy beside her. His golden eyes stared back at her
This Is How You Remind MeDisclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Pairings: Harry/Ginny, one-sided Snape/Lily
The first thought that Severus Snape had upon seeing Ginny Weasley for the first time was 'Do those damn Weasley's ever stop reproducing?' Of course, he didn't actually know the young first year's name yet, but with that tell-tale ginger mop, a face full of freckles and a dented, secondhand cauldron, who else could she be? Snape scanned the class roster in his hand and soon found the name Weasley, Ginny at the bottom. Snape did a quick count in his head- she was the fifth Weasley brat he'd have to deal with this term. Oh well. At least there wasn't two of her, like her blasted twin brothers.
As Ginny walked over to an empty work bench, Snape gave her an icy glare. Ginny looked up and, surprised by the severity of his gaze, stumbled on a stool. She dropped her cauldron with a loud BANG, which contin
The Panic Room (A Supernatural One-Shot)“Dean…? Dean?”
The name felt like lead on Sam’s tongue, so thick and heavy that he wasn’t sure if the syllable had actually made it past his lips.
The only reason he was aware of something cutting into his neck was the trail of red that was marking a small pathway against the stark fabric of his shirt. The dark suit and tie that usually accompanied the white-collared look were missing, but he couldn’t remember why.
His brother’s name seemed to drop soundlessly into the dark space before him. Everything felt heavy. Dull. Maybe he was dreaming.
But dreams shouldn’t smell of dust and abandonment. They shouldn’t be framed by cobwebs and wallpaper so aged that their floral design has faded into funeral bouquets. They shouldn’t have flickering candlelight and robed figures looking down on you.
No, dreams shouldn’t be like that.
But Winchesters don’t have dreams. They have nightmares. Sam smile
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