Balancing the Forces Chapter Three
The Xiaolin monks were currently riding on Dojo’s back, and headed towards the unforgiving landscape of the Mojave Desert.
“Can’t say that took very long,” Clay said as he scratched his head. “I just hope she’s okay.”
“I know,” Kimiko agreed. “It’s not every night you get a distress all in the middle of dinner.”
“So, what exactly did she say?” Devon asked.
“That someone was after her,” she answered. “Someone who she never saw before and practically had a small army with them. Too many for her to take on by herself. She said she’d be hiding out in one of the cafés inside the Canal Shops at the Venetian.”
“Isn’t that place supposed to be huge, though?” Rai questioned.
“Yes, it’s Vegas. Everything is huge there. I imagine it’s going to be mostly clothing and jewelry stores though, so it shouldn’t be too difficult,” Devon e
In Need of RepairSometimes it’s so easy to see the good in others.
We use words to build up those dear to us, and put them on the pedestal they deserve.
All too often, we use our words as weapons against ourselves.
Our experiences left us who we are, whether it be untouched or scarred.
To be scarred to is to be scared, and to be scared is to seem insufficient.
To feel that you’re the one who needs improvement.
That you’re always the one who’s causing the problem.
You don’t let peoples’ words place you on a pedestal
Because you learned the higher you are, the harder you fall
And you will always fall.
You know these words aren’t true
Yet you’re petrified to take that risk.
Too terrified of being less than perfect for those you love
Or being rejected by others around you.
So you stay silent.
You mumble every word, and keep sentences short.
Why would they want to hear what you have to say?
What you have to say might be exactly what someone needs to hear.
Here's To Me (EnjolrasxReader)The barricade was eerily quiet as a solemn sadness hung over it's very boundaries. Most of the Les Amis de l'ABC were silent, especially Marius Pontmercy. The rain pattered gently against the ground, filling the silence with a small bit of noise to block out the hushed sobs of some of the people.
Your eyes filled with tears as you brought your knees up to your chest and wrapped your arms around them tightly. The first drop of blood had been spilled; the first child of the barricade had fallen. How wrong, yet how right, it was that it should be Éponine to die first. It hurts to lose a friend so dear to you, but you know her sacrifice would not be in vain. She died in peace, in the arms of the man she so deeply loved.
You think back to the days you and Éponine would spend talking about your loves. Neither of you had the courage to admit your feelings to them, so you admired from afar. You swooned over the rebellious Enjolras while Éponine gushed over every little thi
Biggering: Chapter ThreeThe Once-ler couldn’t believe it! All his dreams had finally come true! The thneed was a major success since it hit the market. Everyone both far and wide were flocking to buy this revolutionary new product, and he couldn’t be happier about it. It had all happened so fast, it almost didn’t seem real. Even now, as an adoring crowd lifted him up in triumph, he could barely feel the grips of their hands supporting him. It was a gentle, fluid motion; nothing like what crowd surfing felt like at all. At least, that’s not what he imagined crowd surfing would feel like. In fact, all he could feel was a slight bobbing up and down, and something that felt like a mist hitting his face.
The next thing he knew, he couldn’t breathe. He tried to open his eyes, but the pressure of running water against them prevented him from doing so. When he resurfaced, he desperately gasped for air as he felt the hard slaps of flailing humming fish fins against his body. Once he gaine