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Reborn, or Nashville Nights By Sean Hastings November, 2009 Nashville was one of those places in the South where the old and new blended together into something found only in that one spot. Red-brick buildings, darkened by years of wear and weather, advertised live country music and BBQ restaurants via neon signs and stood in front of a thirty-three story skyscraper with AT&T’s logo at the very top. It was the tallest building in the entire state of Tennessee. The two towers that rose over its logo, like a pair of cropped ears, and darkened glass windows were why some locals called it the “Batman building.” Scott Larson

(This story is non-canon, there will be a disclaimer at the bottom of the page)   After Michael, Fiona, and Sam tended to Odd’s wound – which really was not that bad – they split up to question the two prisoners and the French teens. Michael and Fiona each took a prisoner, while Sam took it upon himself to speak to the French teens. Having previously worked with the DGSE – the French equivalent to the CIA – Sam spoke the best French, and to be honesty, he was probably what one could call the most “kid-friendly” of the trio. Michael was stoic, and Fiona was impulsive and bombastic, while Sam had a na

This is an outline/bio about an Avatar: The Last Airbender OC I had an idea of when I was in Florida. Name: Temujin (Yeah, I named him after Genghis Khan's birth name. He is badass, and scary.) 16 years before the show • Born on Kyoshi Island • His mother was a Kyoshi Island native and his father was an exile from the Fire Nation • No one knew of his father's true nationality, only that he was an outsider who gradually earned the trust and respect of the community. • His father was not a bender, but he possessed the genes necessary to have firebending offspring. 8 years before the show begins • Temujin grows u

Ch. 9   Rachel and Shane landed feet-first on a car, flattened its roof, and then rolled on to the sidewalk.   “Holy crap, that actually worked,” Shane commented.    Rachel was dazed, but Shane was back on his feet in under a second, point a gun at the owner of the car in front of them.   “Give me your keys!” he demanded. Rachel was just getting back on her feet when she saw Shane carjacking the man. The driver capitulated, and handed over his keys, watching Shane and Rachel both getting into the Honda Civic.   “By the way, the gun was empty,” Shane told the other man. “Sorry.”   Shane h

Listen to what people say Hear what they don't. Recollect what you have learned Think about what you still haven't. Advice given is always a story of past mistakes. Tales of success oftentimes hide When the narrator failed. Messages of morality or efficiency are often inspired By the teller's lack thereof. Words are a map To the sayer's unsaid truth.

Reborn, or Nashville Nights By Sean Hastings November, 2009 Nashville was one of those places in the South where the old and new blended together into something found only in that one spot. Red-brick buildings, darkened by years of wear and weather, advertised live country music and BBQ restaurants via neon signs and stood in front of a thirty-three story skyscraper with AT&T’s logo at the very top. It was the tallest building in the entire state of Tennessee. The two towers that rose over its logo, like a pair of cropped ears, and darkened glass windows were why some locals called it the “Batman building.” Scott Larson

Code Lyoko: Breaking Point   Jeremy walked into his room and slammed the door. He wished he could deal with all of his problems like that, just lock them away. Instead, the door just provided him with temporary sanctuary until somebody knocked on it.   Sometime later, Aelita did just that.   “Jeremy, are you in there?” she asked in that soft voice that always captivated Jeremy. Had it been anyone else, Jeremy would have just ignored them and continued to sulk on his bed. But Aelita was different, and the sound of her voice hypnotized Jeremy enough to get him of off his feet and to the door.   Jeremy turned the knob and cra

Burn Notice: Estrangement Ch.1   The aptly-named “go-fast boat” zipped down the Miami coastline. With Sam Axe steering, Fiona Glenanne and Jesse Porter were both on one knee and firing automatic bursts from HK416s. Their pursuers were in a almost-as-fast yacht, with nearly a dozen men firing at them from the deck. On the roof above the bridge, a Russian sniper named Pavel lay prone and fired from a Dragunov sniper rifle.   Bullets crashed into the water at all angles as the boats missed each other. Pavel was ordered to shoot the go-fast boat’s motor, but kept missing. His boss grew angrier and angrier, demanding his nex