A ShortRange Encounter Ch. 4“Sir! This is suicide!” An Autobot drone said in a high pitch voice as he stood behind Shortrange who was having a stare down contest with Soundwave, the left hand bot for the all mighty Megatron. Soundwave’s silent demeanor intimated the drones that were part of Shortrange’s squad. The group was trying to make their way over the enemy lines to get intelligence on any future planned attacks. The mission it self was already dangerous but now, with the third in command of the Cons in front of them, their mission became suicidal.A ShortRange Encounter Ch. 4 by ~CrazyBunni
Shortrange puffed up his chest in pride as he was shrouded in his own arrogance. “This changes nothing, don’t forget who it was who got us this far! Their Third in Command is starting to lose his ‘touch’.”
Soundwave kept his gaze on Shortrange as he started to monologue. Than in a voice that sounded like nails to a chalkboard erupted from Sou
Sweet DreamsRain fell ever so gently in a small graveyard, it seemed the droplets hit the recently cut-grass with grace as it fell from the stock into the soil. A soft breeze whipped around the headstones, big and small. A fence, which bordered the graveyard had a squirrel climb on top of it, looking over the field. It's beady brown eyes glazed over the area looking for anything to eat as well as to store it for the upcoming winter.Sweet Dreams by ~CrazyBunni
Suddenly it jumped down and headed towards the trees when it was startled by the sound of cars coming ever closer. Soon, one by one, various types of cars pulled into the graveyard and parked. People, young and old started to head towards a medium to large size tent that would fit over two dozen people, to help shield from the rain. There under that tent laid an open grave, ready for the casket to be laid in.
The tent was filling up quickly with people. The crowd was mostly filled with teenagers and their parents. Fathers would put an arm around their daughters or a fi
Entering the Big LeaguesThe sun's rays were beating down on the skylight of Chicago on a not so breezy Thursday after-noon in June. The populace marched through the heat like they do every day. Some are too busy getting to their scheduled appointments to even notice and than there are those who are practically melting on the sidewalks, trying to get to a store to cool down or some other place that had an air conditioner.Entering the Big Leagues by ~CrazyBunni
"It's maxi-hot " A man of 25 panted, his short spiky black hair has already fallen to the sides, drenched. His bandage on the curve of his nose started to peel off. His eyes ready to sink into the back of his skull. He turned his head slightly to his buddy that was next to him, equally miserable from the massive heat wave. His spiky brown hair has also lopsided. "Sena we need to get out of this heat."
Sena Kobayakawa, also 25 looked to his best friend Tarō Raimon, or Monta to those who are close to him