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Wreck-It Ralph fanfic: Chapter 2I woke up to a hand shaking my shoulder. "Looks like you slept up in the tree again." Link said with a smile. I got up and stretched; I could smell breakfast. I realized that I slept in and Link probably had to cook it himself. "Sorry I wasn't up sooner." I said, hastily lending a hand. "Oh, no it's fine Lila, really." "You sure? I mean, not to be rude or anything, but you usually burn the pans." "It's fine." I helped him cook the already burnt bacon and set the table. We were silent as we ate. Link broke the silence, "So, the watch went well? No threats?" I looked up and responded, "Nope; all clear." I smiled but Link just went back to eating. I sighed and did the same. It was a while before I finally plucked up the courage to ask him what the chief said. But he just kept eating, ignoring the question. Feeling defeated, I excused myself from the table, grabbed my bow, and headed to the village. It seemed like a normal morning, the children were playing, some were fishing. I headed ove
Wreck-It Ralph fanfic: Chapter 1"Ahh! Vanellope! I don't think this is such a good idea!" "You worry too much; this is gonna be fun!" "That's what I'm afraid of." ZOOM! The small candy cart raced across the speedway into the next lap. As we road through the checkered line, I could see all of the candy people in the stands cheering. "No, I'm seriously considering not doing this!" I yelled so Vanellope could hear. "What!?" she shouted back. "I said this is a bad idea!" As we hit another bump I almost lost my footing. "Just quit your whining, Hero. I'm winning this thing." "It's not about winning this time! I'm serious!" "Now what are you saying?" "LOOK OUT!" I screamed and pointed to what was right in front of us. Vanellope steered out of the way quickly and said, "That was close, is that what you were tryin to warn me about, a rock?" "No," I responded, "that's what I was trying to warn you about." She looked up to where I was pointing and stared in horror. Not focusing, Vanellope lost control of the wheel and we start
The Story of Wolf Chapter7February 29th 2002 New York Hammerstein Ballroom, USA. This show was one of the best highlights of the tour. For this live show, the Gorillaz were joined on stage by Terry Hall and D12 for the rendition of their song '911'. Although, about this time, the Gorillaz were slowly breaking apart; each of them affected by Murdoc's one-man roadshow. Noodle seemed to take it the worst. She seemed to even be growing further away from Wolf. But apart from this, the NYC show got much better reviews.
Murdoc: Yes, it should have. We brought the house down on that performance.
March 8th and 9th 2002 Los Angeles Palladium, USA. Oh yes, lovely, sunny LA. This gig consisted of two nights at the same location.
2D: I still don't know why we did two shows those days. I fink it was a good idea though cos we were flat the first night but the second was much better.
After the two nights, Gorillaz were due in Mexico the following day. Russel seemed to notice Murdoc was not the same as he used to be; even then
The Story of Wolf Chapter6Before the three-week tour of North America, the Gorillaz were nominated for six categories for the Brit Awards 2002. To make this happen, they would have to do something exceptional. February 20th 2002 Gorillaz perform at the Brit Awards 2002, Earls Court, London.
Murdoc: So, for this get, we needed to do something bigger and better this time. Playing behind a screen was just not gonna cut it.
To solve this problem, the visual producers got together and came up with a solution. With new cutting-edge technology, they decided to use a system of towering 18ft tall screens that would make the Gorillaz appear in a giant, larger-than-life size.
Wolf- You know those packages of food you get at the store that say 'Family Size'? Well, think of that but like 100 times bigger! I mean sure, I'm small but, seriously! These screens were huge!
Murdoc: I er we were like Gods! Big, huge band members playing right in there little faces.
There were a number of moments where the Passion Picture
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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