Ninjago Fanfiction___ Part-1_The System_"The Do-Over Man"_A Quiet Voice
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Ninjago Fanfiction___ Part-1
CHAPTER 1: A Green Dispute.Today, Lloyd was not green.Not today.He hadn't been for a while now, not since she took over.Nobody needed him anymore.She was the green ninja now.This “friend” of his. This friend he didn't even know.“So? Why can't I know who you are!?”He had asked her to show him her true identity some weeks ago. But, like every other time he had asked, she had once again rejected him.“No. You know I can't do that.”“Actually, I don't.” Lloyd had said, raising his voice. “I should have the right to know who you are. We’re partners, Myst.”“I know we are Lloyd.” She had replied in wha...
The System
“And they’re not even good ones!” Tracy shouts, slamming her hand down on the table for emphasis.She’s airing out her opinions on the system that instills superheroes with what are deemed to be the mandatory qualities for superheroes – or, rather, she’s airing out her opinions about how thewww.onedoor.cc system fails to do that. “What’s wrong with your superpowers, love?” asks Tracy’s husband, Cain, taking off his glasses and looking slightly amused. He’s heard this speech before, many times, but he doesn’t mind hearing it again. He’s a patient man.Tracy pointedly flutters her large, feathered, greeni...
"The Do-Over Man"
He came into the room like a crisp professional, with his pressed suit and gleaming black shoes. He was nothing like the cartoonish detectives that are presented in movies, be they fat, sweating men or the ones that look like they have spent the last three days wearing the same clothes and sleeping on some dusty cot in a dank corner of the precinct building. No, he was clean and well-mannered and that was the thing that Kurt noticed first.“I got it in Iraq during the first Persian Gulf War,” he said as he carefully slid a cup of coffee towards Kurt.“The coffee?”“No. The giant scar running down...
A Quiet Voice
Fariah Bukhari was born to an average American family. Her Aba worked in an office in the accounting department, and her Ummi stayed home so that she had more time to spend with their small daughter. Her family were devout Muslims, performing the Salah, and living a life of peace. Peace was an integral pillar of the Bukhari household. Fariah was slow to speak as a child, but Aba and Ummi did not despair, for all happened when Allah allotted it to. Though she made small sounds, she formed no true words until she was nearly four years old. That was when the Bukharis discovered that their Fariah ...