Artist Blue - Death of the Governor by Mugeenman, literature
Literature
Artist Blue - Death of the Governor
On luscious green grass only a few miles from a mountain lays a magnificent garden. Then the TARDIS lands, it immediately forms into one of the grass-like items among the garden. Out steps Artist Blue, who immediately takes a deep breath. “I love it when the air’s fresh.” He exclaims cheerfully.
Behind him steps out his partner, still dressed in her favorite blue sweater. “It looks like Tim Burton threw up on a garden.” She utters almost sourly.
“I don’t get your cultural references, Catherine. Remember that,” he says before being approached by a white humanoid robot.
“Halt,” the
I'll tell you a story of a town.
a place you have to lose before its found,
where run-aways and not-good-enoughs and kids two-parts-dumb-one-part-dead-inside
flock. to get away, to hide,
to live, to thrive.
and magic is more than a gimmick,
filled with elves and halfies and humans too.
where girls go to find their dream boys, and boys go to find anything at all.
and if you're not one or the other you end up singing songs for a buck,
and you don't believe in hope, so lets try for luck.
where names have more power than blood, so forget the one mama gave you,
and certain things only last so long and you cant rely on the cash in your left shoe.
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When Tomorrow Comes: Prologue by inkstaineddove, literature
Literature
When Tomorrow Comes: Prologue
Gun smoke filled the air. Blood blended with the puddles from the bit of rain. A blonde man remained hidden behind the barricade. He shot at his attackers, trying to fet them before they could destroy all that they’ve worked so hard for. Courfeyrac stood beside him. The shots from their guns was the only noise between them.
“Courfeyrac,” Enjolras began. “Go to the cafe and defend it. Help Granataire and whoever else might be there.” With a curt nod, he followed his leaders orders and snuck off to the building.
A sharp cry a few feet away from him snapped his head to attention. A girl with dirty brown hair fell
Come into my Little Blue Box, You will see... by lost-in-wonderlandd, literature
Literature
Come into my Little Blue Box, You will see...
Come into my little blue box,
You will see.
There's a whole universe out there,
Waiting for you, Calling to you.
Anything you can imagine
Can be yours, will be yours.
Events will take place, rare things can take place.
Some call them miracles.
So if you hunger for adventure,
follow me!
Wish for mystical worlds,
join me!
Want to triumph over unknown dangers,
come with me!
Come into my little blue box,
You will see.
Bio: Shas'o Kai'Su by battlebrothertherix, literature
Literature
Bio: Shas'o Kai'Su
Shas'o Kai'Su
Genetic mutation is a process that happens completely at random, when a piece of genetic information is improperly matched, creating a new strain of species. Every race develops outwards in its own way, and the Tau are no exception. Thus far they developed without psychic potential, with a limited presence within the warp and no psychic potential whatsoever. However, as with any random process, it always skews something up it was this that created Kai'Su.
Kai'Su is the product of an unbiased process, the complete change of fortune resulting in something new within the Tau spheres; the development of psychic potential. S
Kopaka's Dance Revelation by Ice-Toa-Lover, literature
Literature
Kopaka's Dance Revelation
The sound of armored boots hitting the stone floor echoed around the abandoned cave high up on mount Ihu, Kopaka's little hideaway. He normally would come here when things just got stressful enough that even the Toa of Ice couldn’t trust his mask not to show his feelings, like when a certain Toa of Fire grates on his last nerve. As it was, no such fight had happened today, and Kopaka was feeling good about himself. The only reason he had come here was to get a little privacy in order to listen to this new device the Onu-Matoran inventor, Nuparu, had come up with; a palm sized square device that could replay sounds.
All the
Toa Nuju was in his Knowledge Tower again, looking through the large telescope on his balcony. “Fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine...” And again, Nuju was counting none other than the windows of the neighboring knowledge tower.
“Wait... what is...?” Nuju focused the telescope to show a window a bit closer; and was met with the sight of a matoran in their shower. Said matoran felt a set of eyes on him and looked out the window. The two screamed in unison and Nuju fell backwards onto his rear as the matoran fell in a tangle of shower curtains. With kanohi bright red, the Toa of Ice got back up and righted the tel