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“Alright, with these, I should be able to summon a strong fighter,” Caulflia said as she placed three more Dragon Balls down. Caulifla looked around, ensuring she wouldn’t have to worry about anyone disrupting the summoning ritual. It had taken a long, but now she could fulfill her wish to get a new training partner. She grinned, bouncing on the balls of her feet.  “Now then, let’s get to making those wishes.” The Dragon Balls glowed. A bright golden beam shot into the sky. The sky darkened, even though it was high noon. A giant serpentine green dragon poked through the dark clouds. He had large brown horns

“CHAZZ-IT-UUUP!” It was like an odd echo to the mind, that is till Chazz fell off his bed looking to the ceiling. The days of glory for him were gone. The fans he did have were mediocre, no one he wanted to cheer for him actually did. His dirty long black coat, spiky black hair slightly covering grey colored eyes. Chazz could only sigh sniffing the side of his jacket to be greeted with the dirty scent. His black pants and dark purple shirt were even a bit dirty. This was his life though. Losing a few duels to just one other student made him hit rock bottom. No one was around to do his dry cleaning and laundry; to pick up after him

 “Let’s see here,” Brian said as he opened his e-mails, “Anything new?  Let’s see, a message from the Nintendo Club, a request for a new story, spam, a message from my ‘uncle’ in Russia (Even though all my uncles live in America) asking for money, and… here’s something!  Message from Firingwall!  Maybe he has something important to say.” Brian clicked it open and read the text: Dear MarioDS01, I know it is a mood point, but will make a sequel or second ending for ‘Ash to Ashley’?  I just can’t feel satisfied with Ash staying a girl!  Anyways, onto that message you sent me a wh

    The air was cool that fine, summer night.  The city was hustling and bustling with people as they hurried from place to place.  Amongst the crowd, a small woman navigated the sidewalks, her shift having come to a close.     Lana Helia yawned, adjusting her glasses on her casual stroll.  She was thin with chestnut brown hair, long but done into a big ponytail.  She wore a heavy, blue turtleneck and long dark blue skirt, all appropriate for her assistant librarian position.     Gotta get the car fixed, she thought, tried as she strolled down the street, I hate walking home and taking all of these shady shortcuts.  As she thought it, she

         Silently standing on the bar, Happy tapped his chin with the tip of his paw. “Hmm, I forgot what number we were on, so if it's your number come up here. And don't try to pull a fast one on me either, because if you go before it's actually your turn, I will find out.” “We're at number thirty-three, Happy.” Rising from your seat at the far end of the room, you walked up to the bar and placed your hand in the bucket.“If you're getting too tired to count, maybe you should take a nap. I don't think anyone would fault you for it. You've been doing this for hours.” Having picked out an item as you spoke,