Trouble Falls Around YouTrouble Falls Around You
"All seems to be normal," Thristal said, reading through the scanner's assessment of the latest scan.
"Aside from the fact that he hasn't woken yet," Gravor said dryly. "Neither he nor Zimot, for that matter."
Like so many other times, Caravi had left on a private mission, leaving the majority of the team behind to be his home-base as he fondly refereed to them. For once, they had managed to convince Caravi to take someone along. After a surprisingly short conversation- a questionably short one at that in hindsight- Caravi had folded, and agreed to take Zimot along. He had said that Zimot could use the opportunity to engross himself in another language, but something had seemed off with that statement. It was not one of the usual offers that Caravi made for one thing, and for another.. well, it mattered little now. Both were back, albeit deeply unaware of their surroundings.
"Why, Caravi?" Thristal murmured, brushing a finger across the ancient being
A Little Too LateA Little Too Late
Caravi, in his anger and frustration, seethed. Flinging various objects and pieces of furniture across the room simply wasn't enough. The torrential amount of emotions that were welling up in his breast would not be contained. He had been too late. It was not just that he had been too late, but that he had been a little too late. A matter of minutes. It was something that he could have prevented, simply by changing one little element over a century ago. Why was it that when the greatest events were on the line, they were always not on the continuum? There was no way that he could go back in time and change it. Not even the slightest bit. That thought set him off again, as he felt the volcano inside him heave and explode yet again, sending him hurtling against the walls once more. An entire solar system- populated with some of the most hospitable and innocent citizens to this day had been blown to smithereens, and locked forevermore outside of the
Only for Today"Only For Today"
"It's just for today, I swear." Caravi said distractedly, his back to them as he threw the last of his oddly shaped weapons and supplies into a haphazard pile near the bag he had just found. It was a convenient thing, he thought, that they could not see his face. They would have known in an instant that his words were a complete lie. There would be no returning from this war, unless a miracle happened; something he had no hope of trusting in. Miracles simply didn't happen any more. Not when he needed them the most- that was for sure. There was, of course, no need for the team to know that he'd not be returning. Caravi was certain of that. If they knew, there was a good chance that they would not let him go, or even worse, insist on coming along. They had to remain, unknowing, until it was over- that way there was someone who knew what to do when he did not return. It was the only way for the plan to really succeed in his absence.
"You're sure of that?" Zimot
Far Beyond, GoneIt took all that they had, just to tear their gazes away from the now-black screens. A sense of profound shock filled the communications room as the after-images of the planet's death and the maelstrom of destruction lingered. There was no way that anyone or any creature could have survived that blast, and no way to contact anyone on the fringes who might have survived. All communication methods were completely- and apparently, irrevocably- down. The visuals had been the last to go, and in some ways, that had made it even worse. Caravi had long been out of reach- just as he had hinted- but to see the explosion, as he had seen his own death, that was something entirely different. No one dared to say anything, and no one made a move to leave- as if they would somehow, miraculously suddenly regain inter-stellar communication. It was a fact that no one could bring themselves to admit. Caravi, and the entirety of the Avarkeen solar system were as good as gone; completely blown out of space
A Lost CauseLost Cause
I hadn't touched the old tree fort- or rather, the remains of my first attempts at one, for years now. After a few weeks of work, I had grown bored with the project, and deemed it a lost cause. I'd moved away from home, grew up, and had my own life. It was only this past summer, while visiting my parents, Granny and Gramps to my now six year old son, that I had even thought about the mismatched collection boards and planks in years. Thomas had been dreaming about making his own tree fort after seeing one of his buddy's fort , but unfortunately, our small piece of property had no trees to speak of. the predicament was clearly a problem- or, at least it had been until now. The old tree that I had used for my first attempt was still as strong and sturdy as ever, and the lowest branches still grew at a fairly flat level. It would be a perfect place for Thomas to begin his venture. He loved it at his grandparents, and it was rather convenient as they lived only a few b
Science Fair EqualityA Million Dollars in a Hotel Fountain.
It was the ultimate trip- the one that just about anyone would have died to have had the chance to go on. It was an honor of the greatest degree to even be on the trip and it started at the high school science fair. Not only did the winner of each city in the country have to be the top of their class in grade and in quality of their project and experiment, but their essays on the topic too, were considered. The top score winners of each district were then sent to compete against the others of the county. The winner went on to regionals, and then state. Only the state winner could be accepted on the trip to the nation's capital for the awards ceremony, and stay the night at one of the most luxurious hotels.
Her presentation was on the ease that Americans had in fund raising, and just how easily they could raise enough money to provide for a family in a third world country for a year or more. When the excited group reached the hotel that they would
Second ChancesSometimes Goodbye's a second chance
They had been at war for years now, nearly a century to be precise. It was a subtle war, to be sure, one that only the two rivaling princes were a part of. There was only one throne and they both had an equal chance to inherit it. Their bickering was mature in fashion; it clearly showed their status in the way that they went about it. Threats were exchanged in cordial conversations of cordial tones. Vindictive letters were sent via unknowing messengers. Body guards vanished in the night, but no harm was caused to the other prince himself. They were sure of that. Then, one fateful, sunny summer day, the King's deathbed verdict was proclaimed shortly after he exhaled his last.
It was not the elder son who would inherit the throne, as was the common practice, but the younger. The true war spoils began in earnest then as the older brother fought to retrieve what he thought was rightfully his by birth order alone. The youn
Cholera OutbreakCholera Outbreak
The streets were busy, as usual. The weather threatened to rain with each passing moment, as usual. Life was normal. That's what they thought at first. Modern day America, with modern day appliances, health services, and modern day chaos. What they didn't know though, was that the regularly scheduled airplane about to land in the country's largest airport, held something that was anything but usual. The luggage- one small suitcase not much larger then a small chair, held, not luggage or clothing, but hundreds of small, shiny glass bottles, each corked with a crystal top that was inset with a colored gem. It was a treasure chest of colors, as if stolen out of another century. It was a dangerous treasure though, as most modern day treasures were now. Each vial held a carefully measured dose of highly concentrated liquid- almost entirely pure vaccine quality. That however, was not the case. The microbes contained within were anything but dead.
Free Plushie Patterns Online
Here's a collection of links to sites outside of DeviantArt where you can find free plushie patterns. There are well over two hundred choices, so you're sure to find something you like.
Remember, if you can't find exactly what you're looking for, try adapting one of the patterns. For example, a tiger can easily be turned into a lion, an elephant into a wooly mammoth, an elf into a goblin, or combine the upper half of a mermaid with the lower half of a pony to get a centaur.
Night Garden Studios Jointed and Rag Bears
Baby Bows Bear
Hug Me (EMS Bear)