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My World's Collide This is the first chapter of
My World's Collide. Which is Twilight/Maximum RIde related.
Disclaimer: I dont own Maximum Ride, Twilight, any characters, its plot, blah blah blah you know. You have already heard it so I wont waste ur time. However, I do own Aqua (who is supposed to be me.) and this plot.
Ok, get mad at the ball. Concentrate. I know you can do it. He said, desperately trying to teach me some tennis skills.
How am I supposed to be mad at a tennis ball? AI asked. Especially since I love tennis and the ball is pretty and pink, and it is a perfect summer day, and Im just in a good mood. I thought.
I dunno maybe because it just hit you in the head. My brother said as he threw the ball at me. Oh yeah. I can pretend it is a whitecoat, the Director, or the Uber-Director. I imagined, listing my least favorite people. Then I whacked the ball over the fence. Oops
WHY AM I TEAM JACOB?
1. real men don't sparkle
2. vampires are over rated
3. werewolves don't get enough love
4. Edward doesn't walk around half naked
5. Native American guys are hot
6. Jacob is fluffy
7. wolves kick ass
8. I can take the heat
9. I'm not afraid of the big bad wolf
10. I'd rather have a cuddly space heater than a giant sparkly rock
11. Jacob doesn't watch you while your sleeping
12. Jacob would take you cliff diving
13. Jacob is ANIMALISTIC
14. he does it DOGGIE STYLE
15. Jacob isn't an overprotective stalker
16. He's not a giant ice cube
17. If you were in danger, he wouldn't run away to keep you safe, he would stand and fight
18. dogs are people's best friends
19. you wouldn't have to change to be with him
20. to many people are obsessed with Sparkle Man
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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