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Digimon Global Link #1: Digital Craze
<I do not own Digimon. Digimon belongs to Bandai and Toei Animation.> Prologue Digimon Goes Global To truly understand this story, we must start at the very beginning to before these chains of events even started. Let’s go back in time to the day when Gyro Nett first got his digivice and met up with Terriermon. Gyro Nett is a boy with black hair and green eyes. Gyro was just nine-years-old on that fateful day. He was just playing on the computer when it suddenly started glowing. Gyro literally got sucked into the computer screen. He couldn’t comprehend what was going on and he fainted. When he woke up, he was in the Primary Village (from Digimon Adventure) and was confused because he never seen anything like it.
Jeremiah EllisonPublished 3 years ago in FictionTheoracism
“The root of Latin can be traced back to the Roman power system’s inclusion in a place called Latium. Though some consider it a dead language, it lives on in numerous English words and other Romantic languages.”
Skyler SaundersPublished 3 years ago in FictionHOWL - Hunter's Moon
UNNAMED ROAD NEAR GOLF COURSE FLATWOODS, KENTUCKY - PRESENT DAY Dove sighed as she checked the time on her phone, before turning flipping the keys in the ignition and removing them, casually tossing both objects into the seat beside her. After the conversation with Dr. Thomas, she was pretty damn sure she had a case on her hands, but she wanted to be absolutely sure the girl was worth saving. The recording she’d been sent was...strange. The girl claimed to see what could be described as hellhounds, but what she was seeing was...well...their shadows, was the easiest way to put it. The outlines she described were more akin to what one could see through some blessed eyewear.
Renee KingPublished 3 years ago in FictionMatthias Scott - Air Pirate; Part 2
The gray sky was lit with a series of white-gold flashes as lightning arced through the heavy, low-hanging clouds. The storm was a large one, and easily powerful enough to be rated as a low-end hurricane. Rain fell in sheets, and thunder rolled, vibrating and shaking the glass of the rigid airship's bridge. Even the very floor of the lighter-than-air vessel's command center jostled like an earthquake, but the cargo carrier's commander, Captain Stirling, didn't issue a single order to take them out of the storm's wrath. He saw this wicked bout of weather as a blessing. The sky lanes had been getting hit more and more often by pirates, and he was so very sure that they wouldn't dare attempt boarding his vessel in such a gale. Unfortunately, he did not know the man that he was destined to be facing this day. The storm would prove to be his undoing, rather than his savior.
Bastian FalkenrathPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Empty Cage
From the Desk of Mark Tipton, Ph.D, Eng.D, R&D Micron Pharmacuticals We are not responsible but we are not innocent. I am not asking for forgiveness.
Nancy GwillymPublished 3 years ago in FictionNo axe to grind
CORA CHAPTER ONE Angela was one of the ones who died peacefully, in her sleep. She was the latest to fall. She was only twelve. She didn’t stand a chance, but at least she didn’t go crying in pain like the others. Timothy, who died at seven, came back from above a changed person. He wasn’t that happy go lucky boy that left us, rather full of wrath. In the end, it was Kane who had to subjugate him, killing him just using his own strength. Having to sit on him to stop him from losing control. Even now, I see Kane kneeling at the patch where he killed him. He still can’t talk about what happened.
Elizabeth ButlerPublished 3 years ago in FictionEpisode #5 Lets Get Educated & Listen to Some Ghost Stories at the same time....
An older heavy-set lady enters the mess hall just as you are finishing supper. “Attention all my name is Samantha, can I have fifteen students follow me please.” Ushering yourself, Jordan, and the others into a meeting room next to the mess hall she advises you all to have a seat.
Susan McGillPublished 3 years ago in FictionHeart of Dust
A fictional story of a girl's journey through a ruined world, torn apart and left to fade to dust into history. A continuous struggle holding onto what remains and an expedition to find peace for herself.
Matthew KennedyPublished 3 years ago in FictionSunrise
The air was cold and thick with smoke. It was damp from the coastal breeze. Everything around us was crumbling, and on fire, and loud. Julian held my hand as we ran. We’d been running for years, scared and full of anger. We scurried through alleys trying not to look back. Gunshots fired in the distance, though, and our curiosity always got the better of us. Had we gotten far enough? Were we safe from the riot? The war? For a moment, maybe. You couldn’t really get away from the revolution. Our propaganda was plastered in every remaining city after the war. How would it all end? How could it end? I didn’t know, but as long as Julian was with me, I had to believe it would all be okay.
Madison YorkPublished 3 years ago in FictionEpisode #2 Stay in the Lodge
Smart idea staying in a lodge, taking driveway back seems like the perfect idea, a lot faster and less scary, that’s for sure! As Jordan runs ahead pushing open front door, letting it swing freely, you observe an open veranda attached to the lodge. White patio furniture sits just waiting to be used, willow trees sway freely to and fro. Straight through the front door is found the kitchen, with cupboards, a fridge, sink, smaller table with four chairs but no stove.
Susan McGillPublished 3 years ago in FictionEpisode #9 Following Footpath to the Haunted Doctor's House
So, you decided to take that footpath and check out the haunted doctor’s house, did you? Just a word of caution, never enter this place at night, there are things going on at night that are extremely evil! Also make sure to bring a friend, just in case! It is always safer to avoid evil, and always smarter to have somebody with you, especially if for some reason you just have that urge to confront evil!
Susan McGillPublished 3 years ago in FictionEpisode #24 Taking Village Tour with the Ghost Alice?
Following along next to the young girl listening intensely, “Welcome to my tour, please listen to all rules and stories.” She doesn’t seem to notice a woman catching the corner of your eye, she disappears, reappearing right next to the young girl. But neither of them seems to notice the other, just you do.
Susan McGillPublished 3 years ago in Fiction