Ghosts in the Wind by FlywheelAndFirefly, literature
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Ghosts in the Wind
It was a dark and stormy night. Periodic flashes of lightning illuminated an oak tree in the park. Rain beat down upon its leaves in a heavy rhythm. It cascaded down the trunk, and across the pane of glass that covered the window to Gadget's workshop, warping the light that emanated from within, the only light around to be seen outside of the lightning. The mouse, dressed in her familiar purple coveralls, was busy at work, oblivious to the storm outside, quickly scavenging parts from an old, human-sized, hand-held radio she had found earlier in the day. It may have been partly for the additional challenge it provided, but she was listening t
All The Myths Are True Pt. 3 of 3 by FlywheelAndFirefly, literature
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All The Myths Are True Pt. 3 of 3
"Zipper?" an echoing voice asked. "Ziipper," it called again, "can you hear me?"
The fly shook his head, rubbing it as it throbbed. He didn't know where he was. All he knew was that there was a bright light. It enveloped him with a brightness that seemed to surround him on all sides. He kept his eyes closed and moved slowly, trying to figure out where he was.
"Zipper," the voice called again. It was familiar to him, but distorted somehow. He buzzed back in response. He began to regain his senses slowly, though he still couldn't see through the light.
"Hold on a minute Zipper," a new voice called, "we'll have you out of there in a sec." It
All The Myths Are True Pt. 2 by FlywheelAndFirefly, literature
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All The Myths Are True Pt. 2
Hours passed. The sun slowly began to sink beneath the horizon. The light from the skylights dimmed with it, leaving only the fluorescent lights to illuminate the shop. The buzzer sounded at regular intervals with the accompanying measurements and irrigation.
The Rangers, having long since finished their meal, took turns watching and listening to the idle chatter of the two hosts on the off-chance that they might be planning something, or gloating about their previous scores, but the topic never came up, not even to discuss the news stories.
Dale observed the scene during his watch lying on his stomach, resting his head on his arms. He yawn
All The Myths Are True - Pt. 1 of 3 by FlywheelAndFirefly, literature
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All The Myths Are True - Pt. 1 of 3
All The Myths Are True
"Going in 3 2 1 "
The sounds of an explosion ripped through the tree that housed the Rescue Ranger's headquarters. The ground shook from the noise.
"Boy oh boy oh boy, didja see that?" Dale shouted excitedly as he watched a fireball arc into the sky.
"Fascinating. I was wondering what it would take to blow it up like that," Gadget replied calmly as she analyzed the resulting blast scene. "Who knew artificial creamer could combust so easily?"
"What on earth is going on down here?" Chip shouted as he stormed down the stairs into the living room. "It sounded like a bomb went off down here! Dale, how ma
Catsino Royale - Pt. 2 of 2 by FlywheelAndFirefly, literature
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Catsino Royale - Pt. 2 of 2
"What's this guy up to?" Max asked, turning to Monty and Dale for an answer, but no response came. They just looked at each other, hoping the other would be able to shed some light on their friend's actions.
"Oh, zere you are Max. Are you done already? You were supposed to stay in ze tournament long enough to make ze finals," a Hungarian female mouse asked as she came up to the table. She was elegantly dressed in her evening gown, wearing a light purple scarf and a matching furry hat. She noticed Chip. "Oh my dear, vat is that chipmunk doing over there?"
"Ah, hello there Mrs. B," Max responded quickly, "Nah, got taken out early. Guess I'm a
Catsino Royale Pt 1 of 2 by FlywheelAndFirefly, literature
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Catsino Royale Pt 1 of 2
Catsino Royale
"You guys see anything around here?" Gadget spoke up, over the dim whine of the engines.
"Nothing on this side Gadget," Chip said, as he peered over the right side of the Wing.
The sun shone brightly over the industrial district on a calm, late summer's day, as a light breeze carried the Rangerwing high above the roofs of the warehouses. The Wing drifted lazily with the breeze that pushed it gently along its path. It had been a fairly quiet week in the city, no major news at the station, and most of the usual suspects had been keeping quiet. Nevertheless, the Rangers were on patrol, but that didn't stop them from enjoying th
"I can't believe March is gone already!" Chip proclaimed loudly to no one in particular. He gazed at the large wall calendar the Rescue Ranges had hanging in their living room. Well, it would be a normal-sized calendar by human standards, after all, that's who the intended audience was, but for the two chipmunks, two mice, and fly that comprised the Rescue Rangers, a wall calendar was taken to it nearly-literal extremes.
Every day of every month, Chip made it a point to mark off the days as the year went by. It was no one's duty in particular, but it was something that brought Chip some obscure element of joy, denoting the passage of time,
Ghosts in the Wind by FlywheelAndFirefly, literature
Literature
Ghosts in the Wind
It was a dark and stormy night. Periodic flashes of lightning illuminated an oak tree in the park. Rain beat down upon its leaves in a heavy rhythm. It cascaded down the trunk, and across the pane of glass that covered the window to Gadget's workshop, warping the light that emanated from within, the only light around to be seen outside of the lightning. The mouse, dressed in her familiar purple coveralls, was busy at work, oblivious to the storm outside, quickly scavenging parts from an old, human-sized, hand-held radio she had found earlier in the day. It may have been partly for the additional challenge it provided, but she was listening t
All The Myths Are True Pt. 3 of 3 by FlywheelAndFirefly, literature
Literature
All The Myths Are True Pt. 3 of 3
"Zipper?" an echoing voice asked. "Ziipper," it called again, "can you hear me?"
The fly shook his head, rubbing it as it throbbed. He didn't know where he was. All he knew was that there was a bright light. It enveloped him with a brightness that seemed to surround him on all sides. He kept his eyes closed and moved slowly, trying to figure out where he was.
"Zipper," the voice called again. It was familiar to him, but distorted somehow. He buzzed back in response. He began to regain his senses slowly, though he still couldn't see through the light.
"Hold on a minute Zipper," a new voice called, "we'll have you out of there in a sec." It
All The Myths Are True Pt. 2 by FlywheelAndFirefly, literature
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All The Myths Are True Pt. 2
Hours passed. The sun slowly began to sink beneath the horizon. The light from the skylights dimmed with it, leaving only the fluorescent lights to illuminate the shop. The buzzer sounded at regular intervals with the accompanying measurements and irrigation.
The Rangers, having long since finished their meal, took turns watching and listening to the idle chatter of the two hosts on the off-chance that they might be planning something, or gloating about their previous scores, but the topic never came up, not even to discuss the news stories.
Dale observed the scene during his watch lying on his stomach, resting his head on his arms. He yawn
All The Myths Are True - Pt. 1 of 3 by FlywheelAndFirefly, literature
Literature
All The Myths Are True - Pt. 1 of 3
All The Myths Are True
"Going in 3 2 1 "
The sounds of an explosion ripped through the tree that housed the Rescue Ranger's headquarters. The ground shook from the noise.
"Boy oh boy oh boy, didja see that?" Dale shouted excitedly as he watched a fireball arc into the sky.
"Fascinating. I was wondering what it would take to blow it up like that," Gadget replied calmly as she analyzed the resulting blast scene. "Who knew artificial creamer could combust so easily?"
"What on earth is going on down here?" Chip shouted as he stormed down the stairs into the living room. "It sounded like a bomb went off down here! Dale, how ma
Catsino Royale - Pt. 2 of 2 by FlywheelAndFirefly, literature
Literature
Catsino Royale - Pt. 2 of 2
"What's this guy up to?" Max asked, turning to Monty and Dale for an answer, but no response came. They just looked at each other, hoping the other would be able to shed some light on their friend's actions.
"Oh, zere you are Max. Are you done already? You were supposed to stay in ze tournament long enough to make ze finals," a Hungarian female mouse asked as she came up to the table. She was elegantly dressed in her evening gown, wearing a light purple scarf and a matching furry hat. She noticed Chip. "Oh my dear, vat is that chipmunk doing over there?"
"Ah, hello there Mrs. B," Max responded quickly, "Nah, got taken out early. Guess I'm a
Catsino Royale Pt 1 of 2 by FlywheelAndFirefly, literature
Literature
Catsino Royale Pt 1 of 2
Catsino Royale
"You guys see anything around here?" Gadget spoke up, over the dim whine of the engines.
"Nothing on this side Gadget," Chip said, as he peered over the right side of the Wing.
The sun shone brightly over the industrial district on a calm, late summer's day, as a light breeze carried the Rangerwing high above the roofs of the warehouses. The Wing drifted lazily with the breeze that pushed it gently along its path. It had been a fairly quiet week in the city, no major news at the station, and most of the usual suspects had been keeping quiet. Nevertheless, the Rangers were on patrol, but that didn't stop them from enjoying th
"I can't believe March is gone already!" Chip proclaimed loudly to no one in particular. He gazed at the large wall calendar the Rescue Ranges had hanging in their living room. Well, it would be a normal-sized calendar by human standards, after all, that's who the intended audience was, but for the two chipmunks, two mice, and fly that comprised the Rescue Rangers, a wall calendar was taken to it nearly-literal extremes.
Every day of every month, Chip made it a point to mark off the days as the year went by. It was no one's duty in particular, but it was something that brought Chip some obscure element of joy, denoting the passage of time,