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If Uther Had a Journal.......Morgana, light of my life, suggested I take the afternoon to relax while she and Arthur take care of my duties this afternoon. Such a sweet and loyal disposition my Morgana has. Surely none other is so beautiful or kind as her. Arthur has grown into a fine young man. He will be an excellent king. He has proven himself over and over again in battle and with the law.
My only true concern is that he seems to be too much attached to his servant. Such a dull-witted boy I have never known; but Arthur goes to great lengths to save him or protect him. I am at a loss to explain this loyalty to a servant. The servant does have the same intense loyalty to Arthur and that is something.
My war wound is aching more than usual today. I should ask Gaius to make me a stronger potion. Now he is a loyal servant worthy of attention. A true friend and ally helping fight against magic.
If Morgana Had a Journal......I cannot stand to be much longer in the company of fools and hypocrites. To think I once cared for them. Why didn't I kill Uther when I had the chance! The hypocritethe man who is my father and yet refuses to acknowledge the blood tie between us. Arthur is as ignorant as ever. He continues to dote on me as if I were his sister; which I am but he has no knowledge of that of course. Any love I once had for him died when I realized that he would follow Uther blindly in whatever he set forth.
Gwen has become a means to an end. She loves Arthur, and he her, and that relationship is of use to Morgouse and I. I must be more careful with how I treat her or she may begin to suspect me. While she would never be able to convince Arthur or Uther otherwise of my pure intentions it would make the illusion easier to maintain. She is the only possible regret in this master plan of my sis
If Gaius Had a Journal.......Lord Lichtenstien requests a remedy for a tightness of his chest. (It would be best if he did not each so much fine food and find some looser pants). Insists that I have a potion for him.
Lady Bronte and Constable Lewis requests sleeping potions.
Remids me when I would make Lady Morgana's nightly sleeping draught. It pains me to see the road she has decided upon. I cannot help but remember her as a bright child and kind spirit. To see such a drastic change is most unsettling.
Madame Austin requested something for headaches. I have suggested that she stay out of the afternoon sun and put a mixture of herbs in her tea once a day. Merlin will fetch it for her on the morrow.
Sir Alcorn's wound must be seen to this afternoon. He had a very bad scrape with Arthur during practice yesterday. Of course if Merlin had been paying attention to where he was stepping it would have never happened.
If Arthur Had a Journal......Hmmmmmm What should I make Merlin do today? I think I had him clean my armor yesterday but it wouldn't hurt to make him clean it again. I should also make him hold my targets for knife throwing today as punishment for messing up my dinner last night. Faeries stealing my foodhow stupid does he think I am? Never mind that. There are times when I truly believe that only half of his brain exists in that thick head of his.
Then he has these moments when he acts so wise; like he knows things that I don't know which is of course ridiculous. I do have to admit, where no one else can read this, every so often he shows true insight into matters of all kinds. Perhaps Merlin plays a fool sometimes to make me think he isn't all that smart.
Not possible. No one is that stupid to try that.
Except for Gwen perhaps, but she doesn't need to stop to such low methods. One look at
If Merlin Had a Journal......I swear. There are days when I truly believe that there must be another Prince Arthur that I'm supposed to protect and who will be this amazing king because it's not this one.
I don't know how his other servants put up with him! Throwing things (dull and sharp) at my head, insulting me constantly (at least I insult him back), and all of the work he gives me! Between him and Gaius I sometimes think they want me to drop dead. Not like Arthur would care.
That's not quite true. He has helped out a few times. Like when I drank that poison and he went to get the only flower that would cure me. Or when my village was in trouble he fought for them. Can't forget when I was supposed to have been thrown in jail. I think I just disproved my own theories. He's still an arrogant pratt of a clotpole. Every so often he does something that makes me think that the Great Dra
I'm constantly surrounded.
Not that I'm complainin'
Considerin' the two that sleep in my bed.
My life-long dream!
A passion realized!
Not to mention a
Very cute girl besides.
Adventures every day
With interestin' people to meet.
Everything was practically perfect
Well. Except for last wek.
I feel so lost without him
Cutter I meana man who'd never bend.
He was so much more than my professor;
So much more than my friend.
But we have to go on
Because we have no choice.
Anomolies still appear
And the media can't have a voice.
We'll make it through;
Not only for the world's sake
But for us and Cutter too.
It'll be a large slice of cake.
Spirited Away: Epilogue
Chihiro looked around at her new school. She was starting in the middle of a fall semester and she was all alone. Her parents had dropped her off at the front entrance for her first day of school. "I miss Haku, and Lin, and Kamajii," Chihiro sighed. "I think I would even be glad to see Yubaba." It had been a week since she had left everyone behind and Chihiro was feeling a little homesick for everyone. She knew that it would be dangerous to go back but that didn't stop her wishing that she could go back. Chihiro took a deep breath and began to walk up the steps into the school. It was a madhouse inside with children shouting and screaming.
"Excuse me?" Chihiro said to a woman who looked like she was a teacher.
"Walk! Don't run!" the lady yelled to two boys who were having a race down the hallway.
"Excuse me!" Chihiro said a little louder. When the woman finally looked at her Ch
I'm sorryI'm sorry.
What more can I say?
I was BORN this way.
I am naturally loud;
I am naturally happy;
My brain sometimes turns off
And I blast other people.
I mess up.
I am human.
It takes me so many tries
And yet I feel as though I am
SUPPOSED to be perfect
ALL OF THE TIME.
It takes me a while to get it right.
I shouldn't always feel as though I,
Am in the wrong.
I can't stay and I can't go.
What more can I say?
I was BORN this way.
I am naturally loud;
I am naturally happy.
I am sorry that I was born this way
And that I take so long to change my evil ways.
He Loves MeHe loves me,
It is true!
He loves me.
I know it, I truly do.
He said so to me
(To sometimes invisible me)
Tonight in the garden
As he hugged me, you see.
It was spoken out of friendship,
I also know this is true,
But the words still warm my heart
Like nothing else can do.
I now know that he does care
And this is all have every really wanted.
I cannot stop smiling
By those words I'll be forever happily haunted.
He loves me.
It is true!
He said it to me
And I believe him; that I do.
The OasisEliza Brooks was in a car, observing the rugged terrain of Yanbe, a mysterious country, across the ocean. She was an Ollenberg native, who, like Roxie, was one of the serveral finest athletes. However, today, she was just enjoying herself.
Eliza was about 5'8", and no more than 130 lbs. She usually wore a grey shirt, with blue jeans, especially in this weather. Her skin was tanned, to match her pale blonde hair. Her face was smooth, and basically shined. Even though she was against make up, she was someone who would be beseeched by countless suitors. Her bust and thighs usually equaled "hot date" to many of her fans, man and woman alike. But, she wanted to get away from those hungry people. Taking Roxie's advice, she left Ollenberg for a vacation, which leads to why she was in the car with this outfit.
"So, where are we going?" Eliza asked, with her near-angelic voice.
"Well," the dark-skinned driver said, "We will be going to Yanbe City, the town that was the very heart of our country
The First BlastTim left his home in a daze. He wandered across his lawn freely, like someone who knew he had to get somewhere but who had no idea where that was. He looked up at the cloudless sky, staring right into the sun. He shut his eyes, then opened them and turned them down the row identical, brightly coloured two story houses that made up his neighbourhood. Still somewhat in shock, but slightly more confident in his movements, he began to walk down the row, just skirting the edges of the bright green lawns and paved driveways.
Almost everywhere he went, families were gathering on their yards. The same shock and awed loss of direction was apparent in everyone’s faces, as if they had all woken up from a strange dream. He nodded politely to those he passed, waving hello to a few. They returned the favour, though their friendly smiles carried even less genuine feeling than normal.
The cause for their shock and awed expressions was clear. No one questioned it, everyone understood as soon as t
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Janine sighed as she levered herself into the wheelchair and settled her diaphanous fins around her purple tail. “This was a stupid idea, Ronnie.”
Her black-haired friend shook her head as she helped Janine get comfortable. “No it wasn’t. You were the prettiest one out there by far. Especially in the water. There’s already videos of you online, and some of the comments are really nice.”
“And the other comments? The ones that laugh at me being the slowest mermaid in Unlimited?”
“Ignore them. They’re just jealous.”
Janine sighed again, and shook out her short purple hair. Ronnie had changed it to match her scales. “Let’s just see if we can catch a shuttle back to the mall, so I can be human again and forget this day ever happened.”
While they were waiting, a well-dressed man approached them. “Miss Silverton?
OHFE: Sherlock, Holmes and Doctor... Who? There had been plenty of strange cases, but this one was nearly the most curious. According to the Curiosity scale from one to ten, with one being outstandingly boring (or being able to be solved with a snap of fingers) and ten being almost impossible to solve, this one could get nine. And a half.
It all had begun as many cases do. People vanishing. But that had been the most curious: they had been absolutely nowhere to be found. They could be gone when their relatives weren't looking. Just disappearing in thin air. Even the omnipresent Baker Street Irregulars couldn't find them despite being given detailed descriptions. And then something opposite had happened, which had made the rating of it run up.
The doorbell rang, as if calling for help, and the tall man with sharp face lines made his way down. As he expected, those were Baker Street Irregulars, but this time there were more of them than usually - most times two or three of them came to inform about one more
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“Well, that wraps up the awards for today’s National Championships in swimming. Unsurprisingly, George Kevins took home the most medals, he was the favourite going into this.”
“Yes, George is perhaps the best natural swimmer of this generation, and we’re looking forward to his run at the Olympics. The formal competition may be over, Bob, but we’re not done yet. Next up is the event that everyone’s been waiting for, the unlimited class 3200 meter sprint. While they’re setting up the modified launch platforms, here’s Kerry with some background on the event.”
The video feed cut over to a cute woman in a tight-cut blazer. “Thanks Jim. Over the past year, there have been a lot of controversies over Venn Machine derived swimming forms. It started with a few competitors adding webbing between their fingers and toes, but didn’t end there. Soon, the
Trust Machines - Criminal EnergyAfterwards, Mr. Peter couldn't really say what had spiked his attention in the first place. It may had been the fact that the odd pair hadn't come out of the Venn Machine in front of his store. It may had been something else. But whatever it may had been, he'd just stood in front of his store, smoking a cigarillo as his reward for another day of work being over when it had happened. Which had meant that he had had a premier seat to watch over the enfolding spectacle.
Mr. Peter's raised his eyebrow as the peculiar looking pair entered the mall. They looked hilarious. First of all, there was a miniature rhino stomping into the mall. It wasn't even remotely the size of a real rhino, but it was notably bigger than a pony, probably pushing the maximum size which could fit into a Venn Machine to the limit. The Rhino was equipped with large saddle bags and on its back there was a rider, his appearance being even more amusing. He looked like a wiry, six-armed monkey, wearing combat boots
The Witness on the HillI stumbled, coughing, into an alleyway as the sounds of screaming and explosions echoed from the streets behind me. I don't know how the peaceful protest had turned into a full-fledged street riot, but before I knew it tear gas canisters and Molotov Cocktails were flying. Looking back, the carnage on the street was lost in a sea of smoke, when suddenly a group of armor clad figures made their way towards me.
“You! Stop!” a voice yelled, muffled by his gas mask.
I had two choices, get arrested or run... I chose the latter. Sprinting down the row of alleys, I knew I couldn't outrun them forever so I made a quick left and quickly pried open the first basement window I found. I dove inside just as the sound of footsteps rounded the corner and sighed with relief as the sound of the police passed. However, just as it seemed I was home free, a huge pair of arms wrapped around my torso. My blood ran cold as a deep gravelly voice whispered i
Trust Machines - Exhibition of Legends"Hey, look at that!" Tiffany told Leonard excitedly and pushed a part of the newspaper over the kitchen table. "Lower left corner."
Leonard grabbed it and viewed the advertisement in question.
-Exhibition of Legends-
For our successful Exhibition of Legends this Sunday in Easttown Mall's convention hall we still need volunteers. Therefore we need you!
The current theme is 'Greek Legends'. We offer you free entry, lots of fun and an unforgettable experience from being a character out of mythology!*
Do the following criteria meet your profile?
- You like to interact with people ? -
- You have fun at playing historical roles? -
- You're an experienced Venn user who has already tried out animalistic shapes? -
Then come join us on Sunday morning at 7 a.m. in front of the mall.
*Joining the exhibition is voluntary and will not be paid, but food and refreshments will be offered
He raised an eyebrow. "Does this say what I think it does?"
Deep DarkThe darkness can be eerie, the absence of light can cause great fear due to the variable perception of the mind, however, it can also be fun as it shrouds the land, allowing those who do their nightly work without fear of others to spot them. This can also be said for the submerged world as well, thought not only does it veil the sight, but it makes danger much harder to see as well.
Near the Bala Lake in the UK, signs of human life were present in the form of clothes, the real action was beneath the dark blue waters, looking almost black, since the new moon was in effect tonight. Deep nearly 15 feet below the surface, there was something going on...
Beams of light came jutting out of four decent sized underwater lamps, illuminating the area in the shape of a rectangle, with blue-greenish sands at the bottom of the water, it was the perfect place to set up something.
In the center of the field of light was a submerged female neko/human hybrid that was native to he
If Gwen Had a Journal.......It was washing day today. It needs to be done but I cannot say that it is my favorite day of the week. Some of the Lady Morgana's dresses are particularly difficult to wash. All of the silk and fine cloth catches the dust and everything else; which reminds me my own home needs to be cleaned of the dust and grime. I have been working more at the castle than usual, except for today. Morgana gave me the evening off.
I am afraid I can no longer trust my Lady Morgana. I fear she means great evil to us all and yet who could I possibly tell? Breathing a word of my fears to the king would result in my head rolling on the ground. I can tell no one but Gaius and Merlin, who have confirmed my fears. I am terrified, and yet I can only think about the kindness she used to bestow upon me and Merlin. She helped save his village and stood up for my father when he was accused of being a sorcere
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