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Titanium :RotG: :chapter 1:

Jack sat on the floor, rolling around in sand while his little sister laughed, saying that he would end up with his mouth full of leaves. The boy then rose up. His brown hair was a mess, but his smile was radiant. "So you better run before I can catch you!" - he warned, looking menacing, but the girl laughed even more. "Jack, it's late, let's go home!" - she said, extending his hand toward the boy, who held it fondly. The brothers walked side by side through the square, telling funny stories and making jokes, noting the reddish leaves falling from the trees, lining the floor like a carpet. The autumn season always brought good memories to

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Yuma in Wonderland :YGO!Zexal:

It was a beautiful summer day with a fresh breeze stirring the treetops. Some children ran along the sidewalks, laughing loudly, while others concentrated dueling in their world of holograms, drawing more cards and calling monsters that were invisible for the eyes of Yuma and Kotori. The girl was commenting on something about a TV show, while the red-eyed was trying to continue the conversation. However, Yuma could not concentrate on a specific subject, unable to stop thinking that Astral was missing for hours. Maybe he was too busy inside the key, but for more than Tsukumo called, the alien didn't appear... When they reached the classroom

YGO Zexal long-stories

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My wish :YGO!Zexal:

Yuma sat on the floor, holding between his fingers a small piece of colored paper. He sighed, closing his eyes, remembering what had happened earlier in the school: some kids had mocked his dream to become the champion of the duel monsters. They were cruel, even catching some of the kid's cards, who was now hiding in his own room, fighting against the urge to cry and the thought that, in fact, he was weak. ~xxxx*xxxx~ (flashback on) "Yuma, come here a second..." The little boy of just 8 years quickly rose from the couch, running across the room towards the porch where his mother was waiting with a gentle hug. It was a hot day and the wi

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8- Nightmare :YGO!Zexal:

Mr. Heartland stood up from his bed in the middle of the night, using an old pajama, filled with memories, like a reassuring hug that he had not won for a long time. There were some nights that nightmares became too insupportable. The man opened the curtains and looked at the city through the glass. The bright lights blinded him for a moment, but he did not care. Remained standing, staring at that pile of houses, buildings and people who saw him as a leader, an exemplary person, a model to follow, a winner. They not even imagined the true story of the famous Mr. Heartland... Throughout his life he had pretended. Had pretended that he like

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Titanium :RotG: :chapter 1:

RotG long-stories

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Titanium :RotG: :chapter 1: by Himmeh, literature

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Titanium :RotG: :chapter 1:

Please, sing to me :RotG: by Himmeh, literature

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Please, sing to me :RotG:

"The night is young" - they said - "Let's go to karaoke." And there were all the guardians sitting in a comfortable red couch, confined inside a room equipped with a television and a sound system that Pitch suspected to be very old. In the huge North's hands reposed a catalog of songs, thousands of options. Rock, jazz, blues, rap, heavy metal and many others that would be virtually impossible to list. And the nightmare king was not really in the mood for flipping and discovering musical styles. In fact he did not even know the reason for why he was there, sitting in the middle of those dummies. Maybe it was the misfortune of being a guardia

Remember the name :RotG: :chapter 1: by Himmeh, literature

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Remember the name :RotG: :chapter 1:

Sitting on a huge branch, Jack Frost stared at the darkening sky, the stars slowly revealing itself. On that small and remote village, the winter seemed to never end. Snow always covered the ground, house roofs, cars, plants and the people themselves. It was like a gentle hungry monster who longed for deposit its whitish claws on whatever was in its path, swallowing anything existent around, leaving behind a trail of icy winds. Jack particularly loved that place. It made him remember his own home. The boy gazed at the huge moon, for a short moment holding his breath. Jack knew that the Man in Moon probably would not answer his questions; h

Nameless :RotG: :chapter 3: by Himmeh, literature

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Nameless :RotG: :chapter 3:

Golden eyes reflected the moonlight. On that calm night the sky was almost cloudless. The snow fell slowly, covering the forest floor that surrounded a small town, making the landscape even more gloomy and cold. The whitish flakes landed delicately on the shoulders of a man dressed in black, blending in with the dark hair, merging with the obscure suits in a way that almost passed through the fabric to crust in the gray-skin, but the man did not move, standing with his arms crossed behind himself, staring at the moon. It was like a forgotten statue. Abandoned for years by humanity. Hidden among the forest secrets waiting for the day that he

Nameless :RotG: :chapter 2: by Himmeh, literature

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Nameless :RotG: :chapter 2:

Burgess was a bunch of houses that stood in the middle of a forest, veiled by the huge sky and surrounded by a lake that was very popular in all seasons. During the summer families used to walk around, the kids loved diving in the clear waters and cool off. In autumn people enjoyed to make picnics and tell funny stories until dusk. During spring the children ran around the lake, picking flowers, playing, laughing. The season that attracted less people from Burgess was winter. Through snow period the lake, once so full of life and apparently harmless, had its waters frozen. The stones wore a white robe and the ground could hardly be seen. Th

Nameless :RotG: :chapter 1: by Himmeh, literature

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Nameless :RotG: :chapter 1:

They said that the nightmares born from a dream. On a dark night without stars the moon was surrounded by gigantic, darkened clouds and inside a simple house, wearing old clothes and wrapped in a thin blanket, a boy slept peacefully. He dreamed of his family. He dreamed of a beautiful picnic at the crystalline lake filled with delicious foods. Around could be heard children laughing loudly and singing birds. He dreamed about the joy, the warmth of a summer day, the hope of a teenager who has his whole life to discover. In his small, humble room, furniture were sparse. The rug was the only thing that brought some heat on that freezing night

Sakura :YGO!Zexal: :chapter 7: by Himmeh, literature

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Sakura :YGO!Zexal: :chapter 7:

Yuma felt the soft and weak waves that soaked his clothes. A light caress of the river's waters that was so deep and full of mysteries, the river that once divided the northern and southern lands. It was exactly five years since the incident that had occurred in the huge, luxurious Black Mist's mansion. People heard through rumors that the feared leader of the northern part had died and was buried under a huge cherry tree, however, some villagers believed that, in fact, 96 was still alive. He had only feigned his own death to escape a possible civil war that had been brewing over the years, the result of his own actions and the hatred that

Kneel :Thor: by Himmeh, literature

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Kneel :Thor:

Loki closed his eyes. He ran his hand over the throne made of gold, feeling the cold material slip through his skin, leaving his fingertips tingling slightly. With a brief sigh, the god of mischief settled into his seat, feeling, again, that sensation invading his stomach, rising in a slowly and pleasurable way for his throat, spreading through his veins, traveling among the bloodstream. It was the sense of glory, power, the feeling of finally getting what he was targeting. He still remembered the day the Allfather announced, on that morning full of festivities, which one of his heirs ascend to the throne and would command Asgard. A memory

Beyond the sea :YGO!Zexal: :chapter 4: by Himmeh, literature

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Beyond the sea :YGO!Zexal: :chapter 4:

Astral opened his eyes slowly, feeling the body weak, heavy, as if it had been in the same position for a long time to the point to start to lose it's own movements due to lack of blood circulation. He blinked dazed, trying to focus his blurred vision, starting to be irritated due the thin misty layer that seemed to cover his eyes. While leaning on one hand, finally managing to get up, he felt the nausea dissipated. Astral looked around. He saw a dimly lit environment, surrounded by various glass bottles containing liquids as suspicious as the deepest abysses of the ocean. He saw a transparent stone in the center of the place, which shone

Sakura :YGO!Zexal: :chapter 6: by Himmeh, literature

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Sakura :YGO!Zexal: :chapter 6:

Black Mist stared in the mirror, running his fingers through his own hair, analyzing the shiny and black highlights. He then held the band that covered his eye, removing it slowly. There was his cursed eye. As black as coal, contrasting with the bright and golden iris of the other eye. It was an aberration. Black Mist remembered his early life in the castle of his adoptive father. He remembered the nasty comments, the fingers that even the palace employees pointed in his direction, the gossips, prejudice, the fact that everyone believed that he and Astral were fruits of a spell that would bring disgrace to the kingdom. Astral never defende

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