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MY LakeMY LakeBy: lollipopkid/night-faeryCouples: Zutara, TaangSecond ATLA story; hope its up to standards!Summary: Zuko decides to train by a lake, but when he discovers Katara already practicing her waterbending, and screaming 'THIS IS MY LAKE', what'll happen?DISCLAIMER: I dont own ATLA, because if I did, Zutara and Taang would be canon. Ever since joining the Gaang, Zuko felt on the outs. Of course, no one trusted him, except Momo, but the lemur didnt count in Zukos books, since he was just that, a lemur. After one days firebending lesson with Aang, Zuko finally decided to take out his broadswords.Wow Zuko! Those are so shiny! Mind if I borrow em sometime? Sokka asked, running a finger down the side of the blade, before Zuko sheathed it quickly, and Sokka withdrew his finger.No. You cant borrow them. Im off to train. Zuko left abruptly, walking through the forest towards the lake that Katara and Aang us
SCCS Chapter Forty FourDisclaimer:Dia: This is the penultimate chapter!Suu: Im going to miss Canada!Miki: Its only New Years! Weve got another 6 months of Canada left!Ran: In the sequel!Amu: Erica doesnt own Shugo Chara!Dia: Also, everyone wrote many letters and emails home, so here are the responses to the most recent!Suu: Also, the poll winner was Twilight, post Breaking Dawn, so expect some vampires desu!Miki: And please go to Erica-chans author page, and vote on the new poll!Chapter Forty-Four: ReflectionsMy dearest grandson,I miss you here in Japan, and so do your parents! I am doing well, and I thank you for your letters! I cannot wait until you come home, but I am glad you are enjoying your experience in Canada. Im so happy that you have finally started dating that wonderful Hinamori girl! I wish you happiness in the New Year with her!Till we meet again,ObaasanDear Nagihiko,Your letters were much appreciated! Yo
Rememberingguns blasting.lives ending.shells exploding.more lives,are over.years pass.lives are forgotten.peace overcomes all.but still,lives are forgotten.don't forget,remember those,who died for,you.
From My Windowsunlight passes through my window panes.i look up into the evening sky,it's still blue.clouds roll by,the wind passes through.but wait!it's just the ceiling fan.
Dancing in the Rain: CONTESTDancing In The RainBy: lollipopkid/night-faeryCouples: Rimahiko, TadamuThis is a oneshot I wrote for Shugo--Chara--Club on dA, for a contest. Its supposed to be summer themed, so I better get writing while the moods still with me
Rimahiko story, some Tadamu, and a lot of rain
Summary: Rima is out for a walk with Kusu-Kusu on a hot summer day, when it starts raining. Who will she meet? And more importantly, will her hair frizz?DISCLAIMER: I dont own Shugo Chara. Id like to, but I dont.The hot sun beat down on her small back, or the bits that were exposed behind her long blonde hair, and white tank top. Mostly, though, it was her arms and legs that she felt were getting burnt. She found a bench a few minutes later, sat down and began ruffling through her purse to find her sun block, to prevent her fair skin from burning further.Rima-chan! Kusu-Kusu, her slightly crazy, laughable, Guardian Character whined, as they sat in the shad
Running From BoysRunning From BoysSanta Monica piers a nice place. Really, its pretty! The lights from the rides shining against the dark Californian sky, with the stars twinkling in the background. So what business do four 14 and 15 year old girls have, when theyre running from boys? Where is the logic? Lets say after 3 or four Starbucks runs, your brain runs a little faster, and more illogically then usual.It started out simply, after the (3rd) daily Starbucks run that had become routine since our landing in California, and boarding the bus heading to Santa Monica, my friend Kate declared, in her own way, what the evening would become.I proclaim that today will be Girls Day! So we arent going to hang out with the boys at all, got it? We will be spies, we will be ninja, we will be SECRETIVE! she proclaimed on the bus, as we pulled out from the hotel, and began driving from the outskirts of LA, to Santa Monica.My friends Katie and Sy