TG Commission- Jameson
“Jameson Collins, why aren’t you changed?” The Coach asked.
Jameson winced at the sound of her voice. He shifted uncomfortably in place, feeling horribly out of place among the line of other boys. All the other boys were dressed in identical white t-shirts and blue shorts, lined up across the gym floor like little soldiers, their posture ramrod straight, arms at their sides, eyes straight ahead, trying to avoid meeting each other’s gaze. Jameson, in contrast, slouched in a red jacket and jeans. Why?
Because he, like a freakin’ idiot, had forgotten his gym clothes at God knows where. Again. For the third time this month. And the last time he had neglected to bring his gym stuff, Coach Delacourt had promised “Don’t let it happen again, Jameson. I promise you won’t be happy if it does.”
Well, she was certainly right about that. He was not looking forwards to this.
“Where are your gym clothes, Mr. Collins?” Coach Delacourt a
The Gales of Shadows part 1Prologue
It was a sunny day near a forest area as some Pikachu and their baby Pichus were running around while some bird type Pokémon were flying in the air. Course, to them, while it was a normal day, it was going to change quickly for a group nearby.
It was at the metal build that tried to stay hidden due to the fact it was built near some mountain area. The ones inside it were working on some type of item in a lab, some were sitting around, bored out of their mind and so on.
Outside the build, however, someone and a Pokémon were standing in front of the smaller part of it. This someone was what appeared to be a young man with somewhat messy silver hair, brown eyes, and was wearing a vibrant blue sleeved jacket with two long thin tails hanging from the back, a black shirt with a golden belt, black gloves, black jeans, and steel-toed blue boots while the Pokémon was a small black fox like Pokémon with yellow markings and red eyes, an Umbreon. The man smirked
MLP: The Promises of Friendship Part 1
A storm of unfriendly showers pours on down upon the Kingdom Island of Tambelon. The Weather Ponies within the cloud city of Cumulai maintain all the rain and clouds that loam over the island...and today's scheduled forecast is heavy rain with the chance of it getting lighter in the following day and after; All apart of the plan since the last few months were a bit dry.
About every denizen of the island, pony or otherwise, finds it impossible to play outside with all the dirt getting soaked into mud, and the distant clashing of thunder signalling an unsafe time to spend time with friends on any outdoor activities. Everypony scurries on inside where their families await...hoping to find something to do that can keep them happy for the next few days.
From the golden city of Tambelon to the mountains and shores of the island that represents Harmony and Friendship from an ancient time to the present, the month of the rainy season before the snow ha
MLP: The Promises of Friendship Part 2
All within the Island of Tambelon seems to be in a state of silence as the sun begins to rise out in the distance ocean far as the eye can see; The denizens are still asleep within their beds and plan not on getting up until the sun shines down in full...or until the rooster crows for some.
However, not all within the Kingdom of Harmony plan to sleep for the next few hours in their beds or nests. Some are already up early to begin a new day at work...with only a light drizzle going on outside which is a clear sign that the rain, which has been hard in the last few days, is subsiding and should be gone by later in the day.
But other than the earlier birds that are up and preparing for work on the weekend, six little foals are already on the move within the Golden Palace...preparing for perhaps the greatest quest of their young lives:
Starlight gently opens the double doors of her bedroom by pushing on the left one, in order to peak o
MLP: Night of the Two Apples
It is Evening in Equestria, the ponies of Ponyville are still excited for the music festival that is coming in a few days. On the west side of town, there are two ponies. One is a red unicorn colt name Macon and an older blondish-yellow Stallion named Applejuice; they are walking towards their destination which is their fruit stand.
Applejuice is carrying two baskets of apples that he received from Appleloosa; he is having struggle with the baskets due to having a huge batch of them. Macon observes his big brother.
"Applejuice, are you sure you can carry all that? Because I’m thinking that your body is starting to collapse because of all that weight pressing onto you."
"Nonsense my little brother, I can carry all of these~" Applejuice got interrupted when he shake his body.
"Apples. Besides, we are almost there." Macon shrugged and decides to go with his decision. Applejuice take a few steps till he reached to the door.
He lift his hoof to try to open the door. when he ope
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- Witam państwa serdecznie, można siadać - mówi z uśmiechem fizyk, znów lekko skłaniając głowę, po czym sam zajmuje miejsce, na rogu biurka, przy trzęsącym się kompasie.
Ja znów siedzę w trzeciej ławce pod oknem, wraz z Patrycją, którą zdążyłam polubić przez ostatni tydzień. Za nami siedzą Monika i Dorota, koleżanki Patrycji jeszcze z gimnazjum. Ja nie mam tu nikogo takiego - przyjaciółka z dawnej szkoły nie dostała się do wymarzone
Heidi and Charlie meet:iconfairytalekitty:
Charlie was sitting on a small bean bag in front of the television. He was immensely bored out of his mind, not even Elmo on Sesame Street could cure it. He could always swim in the duck pond in his backyard, oh but everything was so quiet lately. Perhaps it was time for an old fashioned walk in the park. No leashes. Charlie sprung from his seat and walked out through his dog door onto the sidewalk. It wasn’t a blistering hot day, it was a warm day, so his paw pads did not burn on the pavement. He whistled as he trotted through the neighborhood.
Heidi yawned a lazy yawn and blinked sleepily. She had been lying in the backyard for the past hour, enjoying the last warmth of autumn. Stretching, she stood up and drew in a deep breath. The scent of dogs were nearby, though nothing too close or recent. ”It seems like I’ll have to go on a walk to find someone to talk to.” the bloodhound thought to herself, squeezing
The Night Benny Met SantaOn Christmas Eve, in the town of Oakdale, the lights shine all over the place. Lights every color frame houses, wrap around lamp posts, and hang in store windows. However, there are a few houses in Oakdale without them. In their windows instead shine the small steady lights of the Hannukah menorah. In one of these houses lived a boy named Benny, and he was sad. That morning, when he was playing in the snow, his friend Zach asked him what he wanted Santa to bring him for Christmas. “Santa never brings us Jews anything on Christmas,” said Benny, “not even when the first night of Hannukah and Christmas Eve are on the same day.”
For the rest of the day, Benny had a single thought in his head, “Why does Santa never bring Jewish kids presents? Does he not like us?” He thought this through dinner, where his mother served potato latkes piled high with sour cream and apple sauce. He thought this even after he got the brand new video game he wanted. That
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- Niezła fizyka - śmieje się wysoki blondyn w niebieskiej bluzie, a koledzy wtórują mu. - Ale szczerze, nie powiedziałbym, że ten kurduplowaty rudzielec to nauczyciel. Ile on może mieć lat?
- Dwadzieścia sześć - odpowiada z pewnością w głosie jeden z grupy, lokowaty szatyn.
- E, Krzychu, skąd wiesz? - łysy chłopak w szarej podkoszulce, idący tuż przede mną, patrzy na niego zaskoczony, unosząc lekko brwi.
- Moja siora... - Krzysiek nie wytrzymuje i wybucha śmiechem, omal nie spadając przy tym ze schodów. - Moja starsza siostra z nim chodziła, rozpoznałem go o
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