It's Tornado Season and I'm Fine by tranimation-art, journal
It's Tornado Season and I'm Fine
Yesterday, about six to seven tornadoes touched down in the Dallas/Fort Worth area and I've received a few messages about my whereabouts at the time. Understand that I live right smack in the middle of "Tornado Alley, Texas," so these things are a regular occurrence here during the spring. I'm usually rather calm in these situations and generally am prepared for a tornado emergency with bottles of water, flashlights, batteries, portable gas stove, lots of canned goods, safe area downstairs, cellphone, etc. (In fact, I recommend everyone who have a "survival bag" in the house just in case. You know, like earthquakes, maelstroms, and zombie
NOES: Innocent Demon, Chapter I by tranimation-art, literature
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NOES: Innocent Demon, Chapter I
NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET: INNOCENT DEMONChapter I: "The Gardener" REVISED EDITION
Written by Abri Isgrig and Diane N. Tran
Weeding the last remnants of dead leaves and grass with a three-pronged fork, Freddy Krueger rested on his hands and knees while he stabbed a small spade into ground. Its surface was dried and cracked due to the heat of the summer sun, but the seasons were changing and autumn was approaching. It was a new school year at Badham Preschool, just a week in. He chiseled a hole and scooped through the rich soil that hid underneath before he dug another one beside it.
The man whistled to himself and feigned ignorance to the
MLP: Eyes and Hourglasses, Chapter I by tranimation-art, literature
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MLP: Eyes and Hourglasses, Chapter I
MY LITTLE PONY: EYES AND HOURGLASSESChapter I: "Mail Call" Written by Diane N. Tran
Derpy Hooves was Ponyville's neighbourhood mail-mare. When she was first hired for this job, there was a great deal sniggering all over Cloudsdale for hiring the ridiculous, little cross-eyed pegasus. Luckily for her, looks can be deceiving and, in time, she became the best mail-mare that Ponyville ever had.
Letter by letter, parcel by parcel, she would work her way from one end of town to the other, zipping from house to house, building by building, slipping envelopes into each mail-box and each mail-slot, and waving to each pony she passed by. Through
