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A Spark in Chains: 1A Transformers Prime Fan fiction by :iconBaconette:
For those that read my previous series; Deception ( http://baconette.deviantart.com/art/Deception-Part-1-266479593 ) and Going Under ( http://baconette.deviantart.com/art/TFP-Going-Under-Part-1-294146142 ), this is a reboot of the story. I had far too many mistakes and things bothering me so I decided just to scrap the current storyline and begin anew. And I wanted to include Chainbreak in the Second and Third season stuff, which I couldn't do without a reboot. I didn't even manage to properly include her in any 1st season stuff...except for the dark energon shiz.
We will see where this goes. I'm trying to stay true to her character but I'm learning I have issues writing when I don't have complete freedom as I go.
This starts off with Chains coming in during the "Deus Ex Machima" Episode.
Mind over Madness: 1Mind over Madness
Introvert girl (17 years) Sees all characters she interacts with (teachers, fellow classmates, parents, and siblings) as monsters or evil creatures but respects them quietly not wanting to make them angry. Sees animals like people. Her mind even makes the people look like monsters.
Her whole world changes when she meets and strange kind boy her age. He offers to help her up when she had been tripped by a mean girl. She stares at him because he looks normal and not like a monster.
This is just a very strange short story that popped into my head a few weeks ago. Just now had the time to write it down. Here's the first section. I'll be adding more soon enough.
Kira trudged through the thick snow, her soft boots keeping her feet warm. She saved for months to be able to afford the fur covered knee high boots that she wore every day.The thick soles had no problem with the ice, or defending their wearer fro
BEHIND THE SCREEN: Skyrimokay, THE ELDER SCROLLS V: SKRYIM
full name wouldn't fit in the Title.
Okay, granted I have finally gotten the 100+ hours achievement in Skyrim, I'm still finding things out about the game that I like. And some things i don't but still its awesome. ITs a soul sucking game that I love and hate at the same time. I would love to cosplay the Nightengale armour (as Karliah) or even one of the Companions or Houecarls, but i digress, THIS IS A REVIEW HERE...right?...RIGHT!
Open world single player quest game. I own it for the PC on Steam. It has many Nordic culture/ Medieval themes. I personally enjoy the open world games better if they do it well, and Skyrim does it really well.
Dragonborn (that's the player) saves the world. No I'm kidding. You can't REALLL
BEHIND THE SCREEN:Hansel and Gretel: Witch HuntersHonestly right off the back I didn't have very high expectations but it seemed like a cool goth/medieval flick and I enjoy these kinds of films.
And it came through with a totally unexpected and surprisingly detailed storyline.
The characters were cast perfectly. The actor who played Hansel also played as Hawkeye in the Avengers. He did very well, portraying the emotions and details of the character. Gretel was cast excellent as well, but I can't recall any off the top of my head that she was in.
My absolutely favorite part of the movie WAS THE WEAPONS!!
OMIGOSH STEAMPUNK WEAPONS!!! completely out of time period...but they were SOOOOOO cool!! and Gretel's crossbow.... *drools*
Sometimes films like this make me think i was born in the wrong century. I'd have so much fun in that era.
I love the brother-sister interactions and chemistry between them. The writers got the super close relationship without adding some weird sexual element. And Gretel was such a hard-ass, which makes me happy.
By Jessica Bruce
Temperatures plummet, but we blaze on
Our live summit, can’t stay away for long
Your arms belong around me, keeping me warm
I feel at home, sheltered from the storm
Dark was my heart, surrounded my ice,
Until you broke through, and brightened my life
A light filled with such intensity and strength
Taking my faults and healing the breaks
Thinking, thinking, I always try
When our lips meet, my thoughts fly
Your hands, your love, are on my mind
Always wishing I could stop time
Broken was my heart, shattered like glass
Shards painful to touch, haunted by the past
Gathering the shards, my darling fixed the mess
Reminding me of how love works best
Healing my heart, soothing my fears
Removing the scars of all those lonely years
My heart is yours forevermore
Head over heels I’ve fallen for
My Darling, my love, my one and only
I’ll always be here, to keep away the lonely
Warm my heart, feed my inner fire
Red on my face, fed by sweet desire
BEHIND THE SCREEN: Rise of the GuardiansOkay first off. This is a definite MUST SEE!!!! Three Thumbs up, six stars and what not. ITS EPIC. (speaking of which i was there and i know i want to see this movie called "Epic" that is coming out this spring.....oh and Iron Man 3)
I even plan on seeing it again soon (most likely with my boyfriend; he's so sweet)
But alas....review time
So Jack Frost is awesome, and embodies every lost teenager that has ever been, including the fun-loving part. North (Santa) is a sword wielding Russian that brings joy to little children. The tooth fairy is awesome with her collecting of teeth, (trying not to give to many spoilers). The Sandman (he doesn't speak) or Sandy as the Guardians call him is hilarious and funny, and yes he gives dreams to children. The Easter bunny is a huge Australian.....i want to say kangaroo, but its like a cross between a bunny and a Kangaroo, oh and he has boomerangs.
I do believe at one point during the movie North shouts "Bunny, Energize!!" and i definitely want to re
it perches on my rounded lips
as a bird prepared for flight.
I will fill it with my soul
until it's bulging - days stretched
so thin they hardly separate
and butterfly mornings blur
into strawberry eves.
In a blink it will be gone,
a breath too hard and
beneath the harvest(ed)
in pleasing arrangements-
to be laid
upon the flowerbed
Mother NatureThere is a soul,
That seems to flow,
Beneath the gold,
Of the suns glow.
It flows within,
It floats within,
You feel its breath,
In the wind,
You feel its death,
With every sin.
It does not think,
It does not hate,
It only loves,
It doesn’t berate.
And her breath,
We have a peaceful death
Cigarettes and AutumnsAll these cigarettes and autumns are piling up
on me. Dead leaf at dusk from a
hoary apple tree.
Eden's falling with each
tick of the tock, measured by periodic
fingers counting down an imaginary clock.
I can nearly see the golden leaves
dancing on the breeze while the
incense smell of burning fronds
waft tenaciously through the trees.
It's a good time to be alive.
Soon enough the frost on the window's
going to hide the impending
autumn happening outside.
So presently I'm exhaling stale smoke
on the window, lamenting summer's
passing with a clear view
of each hue of a burning bush,
of each push towards doom
already intent on being reborn.
Fascinated by the symmetry.
Fascinated by the symmetry.
SeptemberThe page hasn't turned
The sun tilts on the edge
Before it falls
You have caught it already
Trees with a hesitant shudder
Shake leaves that aren't ready to die
The breath passes
But when you look up
The clouds are pulling back
They have smelled it
They are leaving the thick air
Near the ground
To escape it
But you have to stay
And when you feel it again
There will be frost
Autumn Fire (Change of Season) I feel the change of season
this autumn fire
the nights getting longer
the impending darkness
this cold breath down my neck.
But I am aflame and
burning with passsion
to a degree that it
almost consumes me.
Memories and dreams
the future and the past
they are merging
in a round-dance of autumn leaves
in the yellow light of street lamps
or in the dim grayness of
one drizzly September day.
I am day dreaming
and the world around me becomes
like the surface of a pond
into which I dip my finger
and suddenly the whole picture
starts to ripple and disperse
and the voices of people talking to me are muted
and I hear something else.
The veil is thinni
Last Days of AutumnDays grow shorter, the air more chill and crisp
Sweaters will be replaced with coats in a matter of days
Awaiting the final leaf of autumn to fall
Cool breezes shift gears into frigid winds
Gray clouds blanket the once blue sky
The sun hiding its shy face behind the the dyed cotton puffs
Rakes and leaf blowers emerge from hibernation in their garage dens
Wildlife gather the last of their food for a three-month slumber
Soon rain will be substituted with snow
As the last days of autumn come and go
Opening welcome arms for Christmas, for school holidays, for New Year's
Bidding farewell to autumn and good day to winter
Everyone Forgets the RainThe lightning tore into the clouds
Their pale, innocent faces darkened and their eyes shut
Their eyes shut and their blood turned to water
The water, their blood, their tears, poured down upon the earth
The thunder cried, loud wails echoing across the sky
And the lightning grew brighter, prideful in its massacre
And as the lightning swelled with pride, the thunder
That poor, poor mother, cried for the loss of her children
She cursed the lightning, cursed the man that would dare take her children from her
And the clouds, those poor children, those happy, innocent children
They withered as they cried, as they bled out in the sky
And as I looked upon the spectacle
As I stared up at the sky
As their tears hit my face
As their blood drenched my hair
My own tears joined in the mixture of their blood
Their sorrow became my own
And as the clouds finally dissipated
As the thunder quieted, her grief stealing her voice
As the lightning vanished, having stolen the lives of his children
I was blind
Autumn BreezeAutumn Breeze
By J. Bruce
Calm breeze, blowing, whispering to no one
Maples color the infinite horizon,
Pines stand as sentinels, never changing, evergreen, over the harsh winter
Grass fades to brown as the geese seek warmer abodes
Sunshine warms my face, yet the wind brisk and chilly
Now I find myself at one with my home.
An autumn in Michigan, however unpredictable, but gorgeous and humbling
Leaves us covered in a blanket of snow,
Animals scurry to enlarge their stores for the coming season
Leaves crackle and crunch as I walk,
Fields illuminated by the fall sunshine, show wildflowers of summers past,
Dry husks adding to the neutral scheme that become Michigan's fall palette.
The sun falls setting the landscape ablaze
The trees glow an ever-brighter red and orange.
A strong gust blows through the towering behemoths
And snatches some of the leaves,
And we are ever reminded that
Change changes everything but itself.
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