DDT2 Bonus 2It was a bright and sunny day out in the wild open plains of northen alaska. There was a few random big white fluffy clouds in the bright blue sky, some birds were having their morning chripping sessions, crows were cawing now and again. A rabbit bounded under a pine tree and back into his hole in a blink of an eye. Cloee, a tan merle tokota, and Em, a blue eyed brown haired young girl, were wandering around somewhere through the vast feilds of white fluffy snow. They were having a mostly normal afternoon or searching around for items or tracking the herds when they heard howling in the distance. Cloees ears perked up, she held still and stared for a good while in the direction where the howling came from.
"What is it girl?" Em asked after a short time as she patted Cloees neck from atop the old leather saddle mounted on her trusty tokotas back. "Do you hear something?"
Cloee whimpered, then turned and looked back and Em. She gestured with her head towards the sound and lifted a
Caribou HuntingA heavy down pour was hitting the region hard, forcing many people and tokotas to seek shelter from the feirce storm. Giant drops of water fell from the heavens only to be smashed apart once hitting the mud covered ground. Large mud puddles were forming in the dry flakey dirt outside of the stable where the tribesmen's and women kept their tokotas, the doors and windows were closed up tight, trying to keep water from coming in and soaking their poor companions. Their show ring, which they held weekly shows for the childern to show off their tokota puppies skills, was damaged by the flood along with a few houses on lowered ground. The tribes people had to pack up as much as they could and move their belongs and childern to loved ones houses higher up the mountain. It was a mess, older tribes folk and young childern were getting sick from being out in rain, some tokotas were also getting sick. It was almost impossible for the hunters to go out and find food for the tribe. The tribe neede
Dib is sick - chapter 89
Blinking in a bit of surprise at Dib’s last few words to him, Zim couldn’t help respond back rather excitedly. “Really?! Y-You trust Zim now?!” He smiled widely.
Fiddling with his fingers some, Dib nodded his head slowly before looking back up at Zim. “Y-You love me, right? If so, then why shouldn't I trust you? You've...done more for me than anyone else ever has...” He said that last part rather quietly underneath his breath.
Zim blushed before nodding his head quickly. “Y-Yes, I love you... It's just that it's taken you a long time to trust me, but I can understand that and…and I'm just glad that you do now. And... You should know that I would do anything for you...” He said that last part quietly, looking off the side and blushing even more as he said it.
“J-Just don't leave me then... Please... That's all I want... I want you to stay with me... A-And love me... B-Because nobody else will... I don't want to lose you like I
Red Eyes WatchingIt was a warm summer morning, the sun was just peaking over the mountain, warming the air and ground. The birds were doing their early morning chirps and caws as the sun had began to rise more and more into the vast open sky. It was barley day break and it was so warm already, it would be a long hard day for tokotas with extra fur. The dew was still collected on the long green grass, there was a bit of fog left in the open feilds. It was hanging low, sticking to the ground. The herds had moved to the lake to get their morning drinks before heading out to the fields to grave, foxes sunk through the woods, silently jumping over fallen trees and dodging human traps. Rabbits sat close enough to their holes to jump back down into safety. Under a massive pine tree, with most of the bottom branches broken off or close to being broken off lay a single sleeping tokota and handler.
Trigger, a grey merle half mane tokota, lay under the tree, peacefully sleeping. Not to far from him was his handle
SociophobeI become frightened at the idea of speaking to people directly.
I am nervous about leaving the house and the prospect of interacting with people.
I panic when there are people in the same vicinity as me.
I could never play with my dolls in front of other people as a child.
I can't spend too much time at the grocery store.
I usually do my shopping at night when less people are around.
I won't use the chat function in online games.
I am often afraid of my newer friends, and it takes a lot of time to stop fearing them.
I am anxious around family members I don't spend a lot of time with.
I avoid eye contact at all possible costs when in public.
I speak quietly when addressed by a stranger on normal occasions.
I can't use instant messaging as a way to communicate because it's more direct.
I have been known to refuse invitations from people for fear of socializing.
I can't talk to people on the phone without shaking.
I was afraid to show myself on camera for a few years when I started my You
JTS fic: Misery's End Ch. 03Jimmy Two-Shoes in
Chapter 3: Blast from the Past
The day has finally arrived, the wedding between Beezy and Saffi. As everyone prepare for the event, other things are going on as the Chronic Watchers were horrified to discover.
Emilia runs over to Time Shadow, “Sir! We got reports of strange time and space activity in our world! It’s been going on for a few days and it is getting worse every time.”
Time Shadow responds in a serious tone, “I see… So it’s about to happen.”
Emilia tells him, “What do we do?! They are coming just as the wedding will go on. We can’t reach the others on time.”
Time Shadow tells her, “Not to worry. Assemble the rest of our organization…”
Emilia is surprised, “Sir… You mean?”
Time Shadow responds defiantly, “Yes Emilia… We created this organization for this event. We remain no longer neutral. For we are at war…
Poems to the Five Men I've Loved1.
I don’t think you ever really knew
how to hold someone’s hand.
It took me years to realize
that when you described yourself as a hero for saying “I love you,
because no one else will,”
you truly believed you were making a sacrifice
in having to cover up my breaths
when I mouthed “No.”
Maps reminded me of veins and lifelines;
sometimes I wondered whether or not my palm had you written in it.
Until they started looking a lot of the lines you drew in the sand to separate us.
I wrote you interstate lovesongs
whose envelopes I found torn open on your car floor.
Nowadays I’ve learned that if you drive fast enough
all those papers with my love written on it
will grow wings and fly right out of the window.
I think that it seems fitting
because being with you
was like holding my head out of the window in a southbound lane
knowing I’d eventually be torn to shreds.
For a second though,
I swore we were flying.
I spent two months on your
# Bookstruck: Do You Wanna Hear a Story?Category: Movie Crossover » Frozen | Tangled
Type: Gift FanFic
Genres: Fantasy | Angst | Hurt/Comfort | Friendship
Character A: (Child) Eugene Fitzherbert/Flynn Rider
Character B: (Child) Elsa
# B O O K S T R U C K
Do You Wanna Hear a Story?
And this is where we bury our hearts,
between self-defeating personality disorders
and burnt bridges and midnight ramblings
embedding our memories in forsaken homes
like it is a conscious decision to shed our wings
(reptiles don't fly)