[EDITING] You join Ben and some other Auradon students on a short trip to the Isle of The Lost. On the isle you get lost and the one you asked for help is the pirate you met at Ursula's Fish and Chips, and then a new adventure begins.

My version of Goldielocks and The Three Bears

The white cradle with the white canopy came up so quickly in front of me that I bumped into it. It shook in its meager foundation and on quick reflex I reached out to stop it from tumbling over. The crying was at its loudest now, signifying that I had reached my goal. There was no hesitation, only purpose, as I leaned over the white-painted wooden cradle, its interior clad with white cotton. The moment my eyes fell on the crying baby, my heart stopped. With a cry of fear, I fell back one step, putting distance between myself and the baby, but I could still see it clearly. The baby's skin was dark gray, almost brownish, and wrinkled. The skin looked sooty, as if it had been rolled in ashes. I could see its sunken black eyes, the (too many) fingers and the (twelve, there were twelve) toes. Its skin looked like dried paper, over-tight on the thin tiny body. Even though the baby looked like it had been dead for centuries, its mouth - with its bottomless blackness - was producing the familiar and normal sound of a distressed, and very much alive, infant. Although the baby looked like it had not eaten or drunk anything in years, it was moving its arms in agitation and kicking its legs in frustration. The deep black eyes flickered to my face and I staggered backwards. The crying continued, with tears rolling from those staring eyes, filling me with the most encompassing grief I had ever felt. The appeal for forgiveness was instinctive as my hoarse voice mumbled, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." *** THIS IS THE SEQUEL TO "UNBREAKABLE - A BEAUTIFUL LIE". *** UNBREAKABLE - SURVIVING THE TRUTH is the tale of lost civilizations, aliens, hybrids, secrets and the forced bridge between two worlds. But mostly, it's about love. The forbidden love between a hybrid boy and a human girl. Author's Note: The characters are based on the characters from the TV-show "Roswell". This story does not follow the original outline/plot of the show, but still focuses on occult topics.

Her mind painfully rips out off the claws of unconsciousness and her upper body propels upwards, her frightful gasp spreading through the room like a malicious gas. Her hands are in full-out panic, clutching at the bottom of her shirt, ascertaining that she is whole. Max Evans is staring at you again Her fingers work quickly to unbutton the shirt and she pulls it open, exposing her naked chest and abdomen to her reflection in the mirror. As before, her fingers travel slowly over the expanse of her skin. During their travel, the fingers encounter three moles, but none of her senses confirm her conviction that there should be a gaping hole in her stomach. You have to look at me Commanded by the frantic voice, she meets her own eyes in the mirror. Something is wrong. "Who are you?" she whispers to the reflection, but the chocolate brown eyes merely respond with a blank stare. -------------------------------- Summary: Everything up to and including "The Departure" has happened (with some minor alterations) - or did it? Six years after a shooting incidence at the Crashdown in Roswell, New Mexico, Liz Parker is attending college with her best friend Maria DeLuca, and Liz is haunted by dreams. Dreams of a dark-haired boy she used to have biology classes with in school. As the dreams continue to interrupt her life, Liz starts to question her reality and what she knows is true. Was no one injured that day in September or do Liz's dreams about her being shot and healed by the secretive boy harbor some truth? Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The characters of Roswell belong to is founder - Jason Katims, T

NOTE: This is the companion piece to Mnemosyne's Daughter, which I suggest you read if you haven't since it will paint the picture more thoroughly than reading this story alone. ---------- He reaches for the tea cup and shakes his head to himself for the words he's about to speak. "Well, I'm not from around here." She nods, biting her bottom lip. "Where are you from?" With her words a frown develops on her forehead and Max suspects that not only he feels the déja vu this time. "Liz, I'm from another planet." The corners of her mouth twitch as if she is about to smile, but her eyes reflect fear and she too picks up her tea cup. He watches as her hands envelop the cup and he wonders why she doesn't burn herself. Maybe she just doesn't realize that it's hot, her mind on other things. "You're an alien." It's more of a statement than a question but he nods an affirmative anyway. "I know I should be screaming and running out of here or just laugh at you, but I know it's true." He waits for her to continue as her eyes scan the apartment. "We were together." "Yes." "I loved you," she whispers, still not looking at him. It's difficult to breathe and he puts the cup away. His voice is strangled when he answers, "Yes." ------- Summary: Following the alteration to Liz and Maria's memory, the I-know-an-Alien-Club is forced to live with the consequences and adjust to a life where pretending that two of their friends are strangers becomes reality. Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The characters of Roswell belong to is founder - Jason Katims, Twentieth Century Fox Corporation, R

Elizabeth Parker was a gifted woman; her intelligence both impressive and unnerving to the people she encountered in her daily life. Ms. Parker was plagued by odd nightmares at a fairly young age, inhibiting her possibilities for a great life. The night terrors featured a strange terrain, a dying lover and herself - losing her baby over and over again. Unbeknownst to her, her life was about to become threatened in real life, her prospective dark future inadvertently sending warning signals to a stranger. The premonitory visions experienced by a man of alien ancestry would eventually bring the two together, introducing Elizabeth Parker to a world she never thought to exist. NOTE: This fic visits some violent acts. A warning will be posted at the top of the chapters this concerns.

A Orca who lives in the beautiful majestic ocean. Then one day he get thrown into a tank where he has to perform at first he's mean and conceded but after a while everyone loves his name. Shamu!