Peter Pan, was not a little boy, at the time he had met the writer; he was young, he wasn’t yet a full leader of the lost boys, and to him Neverland was just a vacation. Peter was older now; he was eighteen, he was a leader, a warrior, a king.
Losing his wife and baby girl from mobster extortion in 2002 truly made Max Payne a Devil of Hell's Kitchen. Known in Harlem as "a menace with a gun," as time went on, the grief Max went through and the thought of him even surviving that Río de Janeiro ordeal back in 2013 was unimaginable...
Everything written here is pure fiction.
Well, I have been having an issue with these so-called "Incredibles." I get that is their last name—all I want is a little originality from them. It's their last name, did you know that? Yeah, way to be original. So, it started when The Underminer came and found me. Yes, that's why he was not there in the last bit of the movie. Anyway, all he wanted was to take the city underground, which I was not at all interested in. I just wanted for things to go back to the way things were. You know? When superheroes had to live quietly, it was better for everyone. The Underminer found me. I was in hiding because I tried being a hero, but no one wanted me because all I did was blind villains. Super lame, right? right. I would just appear and blind them and then they would do the heroic stuff and get all the credit. Then, when supers were illegal, it was the best thing ever. I could go into my hut in the forest and live there in peace without being bothered.
I was on my way to one of the famous parks my mom mentioned earlier. Since we moved, I haven’t been able to go out because everything is so different and unfamiliar. But today, I decided I would try because the weather is so nice. I took my bicycle and now I am following the directions. The fresh air is so relaxing. At least, it distracts me from all those looks I get—I feel like I am an alien. I arrived at the destination and started taking pictures with my canon. The trees are a lot bigger than what I imagined and the little lake is filled with ducks. It’s so peaceful, everyone is enjoying their time and having fun.
It doesn't feel like Archive Of Our Own has been around since 2009. It makes me wonder where all the time has gone? It's one of the many projects owned by the Organisation For Transformative Works, who are a non-profit company who aim to preserve the history of fanworks.
Loki, Prince of Asgard, sits on the edge of the western palace balcony rail. He looks towards the rivers that flow through the city, enveloping every glistening building and flowing around every walkway in the valleys that lie beyond his vision. The sun was setting in beautiful Asgard, the same sun that sets for the planet Earth, a planet in a different realm than this one. Clouds were in the sky and carbon dioxide helped to fuel luscious trees near the harbor—how similar we are to Earth, Loki thought, but how pathetic it is that those who lived on Earth could not make their own land look as marvelous as this scene, how they could not simply make gold and silver sky scrapers that touched the edge of the ozone layer? Loki had not been to Earth, but he had seen photos of this sharp contrast. Must be the people themselves, he thought, perhaps they have a stupid leader. Or, maybe the people are just that daft. Loki, turning 16 years old the next day, had already been developing a keen sense of the need to question things around him and establishing a reputation for saying things boldly about a variety of topics, such as Asgard, other realms, life, and his life specifically. He was also channeling what he thought into doing bold things.
In early 2017, I knocked off an important item off my bucket list: finally suiting up as the Blue Ranger. It was a dream come true and couldn't wait to do cosplay photoshoots and attend conventions as my favorite character. Last November, the Armored Blue Ranger was a cosplay that I went as for a convention that I attended in North Little Rock, Arkansas. I had lots of likes and positive feedback on my social media pages.
Game of Mass Destruction is one of my most ambitious writing projects to date. It's set to being one of my longest pieces of fan fiction ever as well one of my most popular stories on AO3 and Wattpad. The story has been published and updated continuously since the start of summer. The concept, however, is ten years old.
The next few days the weird things kept happening to my sisters. Amy kept disappearing and then she would be walking by me and sending me flying across the room even though she was not even touching me. It was as if a huge force was throwing me away. Then, Alexis kept appearing out of nowhere and she would create a wind every time she would walk from one place to another. Jon's visits became more frequent and I would watch my sisters being trained by Jon in the backyard. Alexis' training was fast. Jon was trying to teach her how to fight, but she kept dodging him instead of taking the hits like she was supposed to, and instead of blocking she was dodging him, she was untouchable. But, Jon had said that she had to learn how to control her speed before school started so she would be able to fit in and not stand out like a sore thumb. Amy's training, on the other hand, was going a lot better, she was always fast to learn new things. She had started training with Jon two weeks ago and she was already learning how to move quickly and managing to get a few surprise punches in. There was part of me that wished that I was special and that I had some kind of superpower. It would be cool to learn how to fight and defend myself.
It had been hard for all of them. Almost everyone lost a loved one. A half of them that they felt made them a better person. The half of them that made them stronger. Their soulmates. Some lost even more.
“This is it…Giratina is up ahead.”
I gulped and hopped off from the floating platform to follow Cynthia. As I walked, the air around us grew colder, and the maelstrom below us increased in intensity. Dread filled my entire being as I grasped Infernape’s Poké Ball tightly as I approached the edge of the platform. I stopped next to Cynthia, staring at the empty space in front of us. Cynthia said, “It’s odd that Cyrus isn’t here to confront us. Do you think something happened to him in the Distortion World?” I shook my head. “Honestly, I’m a little scared to think about it.” Cynthia looked into the dark ahead of us and said in an eerily calm voice, “It would seem that Giratina wishes to confront you. I wonder what you will do once you meet in battle.” I looked at her in bewilderment and said, “Why would Giratina want to fight me? I haven’t done anything to it! It was all Cyrus! He’s the one who used the Red Chain to disrupt the fabric of reality!”
The aim of this is to essentially present a badly calculated, unnecessary film plan that hopefully after communal suggestions will become a potentially serviceable MCU plot. Expect inconsistencies and plotholes, it’s a very undeveloped approximation of a story that needs further complications. Obviously it won’t get made; this is purely fun.