Sixteen-year-old Pearl Poseidon ran away from the circus tired of her adoptive parents' abuse of her special skills. As a runaway, she craves anonymity but when she saves a small boy from drowning she draws attention to herself and her special abilities. Boardwalk employee and aspiring reporter, Chase Thomas, helps her with the rescue and witnesses her amazing dive. Now he has questions. And so do the police. Unbeknownst to Pearl, a battle rages under the Pacific between Loyal and Non-Loyal Atlantean forces and each side wants to use her powers for their cause. Will the commotion in the ocean expose her secrets to the world? Will Chase's reporter-determination ruin their chance for a real relationship? Will staying near the ocean she loves catapult into a battle royale? As each daughter of Atlantis discovers her talents, she must choose her destiny - whether to ignore the churning seas or swim into battle.

A Homestuck story about how a group of teenagers decide to play a game called Sburb and bring about an end to the world. Homestuck, and all its characters do not belong to me, they are owned by Andrew Hussie.

Danny was just a kid. But that was never going to last. Danny always got into trouble, and there really isn't bigger trouble than being sucked into an alternate version of the future by a mysterious girl. All he knows is that he needs to fix things so the future doesn't really end up this way. But what does that mean for him? Highest ranking: #616 in Science Fiction!

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

You watch your beloved disney movies and you love your heroes, cheer for them, even. But where do they go when they're not on your screen? A better question might be "where do the villains go?" Are they under your bed? Are they that person that's been standing a little bit to close for comfort on the subway? Are they behind you right now? The answer to all those questions would be "no." They're at the Disney Villains Ward, and they'll never get out... Unless... Well, I won't worry you with that. No sense in talking about things that probably won't happen...