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by *KicsterAsh
Welcome to another Project Educate Fan Art feature! Today we bring you a collection of interesting Fan Fiction to read.
CSI: A WOLF IN THE NIGHT
by *ulyferal
A WOLF IN THE NIGHT
DISCLAIMER: Don't own the characters from CSI, just use them briefly for fun.
A/N: A quick one shot and my first attempt at writing a CSI: Las Vegas story. Hope you like it. Sort of a Halloween thing too.
"Aw man, how did I get so lucky...oh yeah, because its my turn for Halloween duty this year," Nick Stokes of the Las Vegas Crime Lab, groused to himself.
And, of course, he and Grissom caught the supposed homicide way out here in the desert at some remote cabin on a dirt road off the highway.
Because it was Halloween, the Las Vegas Police Department was stretched thin so only two cops were out here helping
What Rust Doth ConsumeIt was only when the third outpost stopped responding that the Decepticons realized there was no turning back.
by ^JZLobo
"Oh slag, oh frag, what are we gonna do now?"
"I don't – I don't know. We didn't tell them about the rust this time, and they still denied us docking. One of the other stations must have sent out quarantine warnings on us!"
"This is it. I always knew it would end like this," Dead End bemoaned.
"Shut up!" Dreadwind snapped. "We never invited you along anyway."
"I didn't have anywhere else to go!" The rest of the Stunticons had long since expired.
"This is your fault!" Darkwing stabbed a finger at his partner, only to witnes
Like Toy SoldiersCategory: Fanfiction
by ~PwnedByPineapple
Fandom(s): Hetalia
Summary: In the silence of a dead world, only one question means something. "Do nations go to Heaven?" Character death.
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
we all fall down like toy soldiers.
America's lungs were burning with chemicals and sorrow.
Every breath was ragged in pain and fear, and he stumbled through a wasteland, a place he had once known to be bright and full of life. Panic was coursing through his veins - panic, and the sure knowledge that there was nothing he could do.
Not anymore.
He didn't know why he forged on, when every minute he could feel the lives of his people f
Meadow of Burnt Firelillies 01Long ago the four nations lived together in harmony. Then, everything changed when the fire nation attacked. Only the Avatar, master of all four of the elements, only he had the power to stop the fire nation's reign of tyranny on the world. But when the world needed him most he just...disappeared.
by ~xoairbenderxo
One hundred years have passed and still there is no sign of the Avatar's existence. But still, young Prince Zuko went on around the world, hoping to find the Avatar and to regain nothing more than his honor. With him on his journey were Uncle Iroh, a wise and pleasant old man, and the one who was teaching Zuko in the art of firebending , Miya, Zuko
Father's Day
by *KicsterAsh
It had been an exhausting and emotional week for Phineas. The Monday announcement of the school's yearly Father's Day Activities had made him just as excited as the years before; he and Ferb would both take turns entering one obstacle race and competition after another with their father. It had been something Principal Beauregard came up with for the entire high school. And every year, the games were more and more interesting.
As usual, Phineas was looking forward to that coming weekend.
… At least until the new kid from the eleventh grade spoke up.
"Those Father's Day games are for dads and their kids; not dads and their stepkids."
Roman HolidayRoman Holiday
by ~Opus-T
written June 4, 2011
They hire someone else for the nighttime security officer position at the Saffron City Pokemon Stadium. Some malfunctioning soul in HR sends Samus Aran three emails to inform her of the company's sincere regrets.
She deletes the messages without reading past the first line and sits down in front of the evening news with a box of honey-glazed Star Bits cereal. She gets through the news, the talk shows, the commercials, and even half a soap opera before she hits the bottom of the box and finds the plastic Luma toy.
It embarrasses her that this latest rejection has hit her so hard—deleting emails with
An Untold StoryDecades ago, during the beginnings of the Kanto civil war, two parents were proud to have their firstborn sons as pioneers in what they hoped would become an age of peace. Not one beautiful, healthy child, but identical, red-eyed, black-haired twins.
by ~Pyroluminescence
As they grew older, they were as close as brothers could be. Growing up, the older twin learned to be protective, feeling it was his duty as the "elder" brother. The younger grew to be more aloof and carefree. The older taught the younger to stay on task, mature, and work on his goals. The younger taught the older to have fun and never try to grow up too fast.
As a child, the elder became a won
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