QuincyJones is my name I'm a...well you will find out later. I'm 25, in collage, and my crush was Mask Smith...shhhhh don't tell please he dose not know! This is a document on when I was 18 so I'm in a bordering school then years will pass up until im 25 enjoy this. Adam Jones Thats my name older brother of Quincy Jones I am also...oh right can't say! I'm 30years old past collage and I don't want to say my cruch this is a document on when I was 23 I was a techer in Quincy's school years will pass up until I'm 30. Ok the first chaps are other stuff that not important so it's up until the 7th chap ok please comment and vote WARNING! There are really crappy puns. :3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3

It's been twenty years since the Ascension and Vin's final battle. The world of mistborn and skaa have moved on. Society has chosen a king to lead them, Spook, or the Lord Mistborn as they are now calling him. The remaining people of Scadrial have gathered in the most abundant part of there new world, The Basin. Over the years they have built up a city, they called it Elendel. But lately, tensions have been rising, not everything is the paradise it seems to be. Apondrea is the daughter of the Lord Mistborn, spoiled lady by day and brash mistborn vigilante at night; she seeks to bring the justice her father never gives. When her double life leads to trouble, will she break or rise to the challenge?

Adventures are always worth looking forward to. We shouldn't miss an opportunity that's right in front of our eyes, waiting to be accomplished. What more can I say? I for one has experienced a journey that would change my life forever. And it's all thanks to one boy. James Pleiades Hawkins. Let me tell you a story as I, and one rebellious troublemaker venture on a quest to find the loot of a thousand worlds.. a place that would only exist beyond your imagination.. the infamous.. Treasure Planet.

What happens when a feisty red headed mechanic and Jim Hawkins cross paths? At first these two despise each other but, over time something's could change . Strong language. I am kind go going off the movie not exactly I might add or exclude some parts. Haven't seen the movie in a long time sorry Slow updates

(Treasure Planet fanfiction. Jim Hawkins x reader) Being Jim Hawkins's best friend is hard. Because of his rebellious demeanor, you often have to bail him out of bad situations, and be forced (sometimes willingly) to join along in his illegal shenanigans. It's all worth it though, considering Jim is your crush ever since him and his mom let you and your own mother stay at their inn. You'd have it no other way. Little do you know, Jim is about to rope you into an adventure of a lifetime. (I do not own Treasure Planet, nor you. All rights go to their respective owners)

The moon was full and shown down as claws raked down the walls of her prison. The small infant fought to be released from the cramped area and to be freed into the world. Her claws broke a piece of shell off. Her first sign of success. The small wings spread wide as she forced into the weakened wall before her. A loud boom echoed outwards from the outside world catching her attention. Her eyes remained closed but her ears moved to listen. Nothing came after the boom which she assumed to be a sign of safety. Her body flung forward and the wall collapsed freeing her small form. The body of the infant fell onto the soft nest. Shouting and running set the small dragon into a frenzy. Even without the understanding of life yet the infant still knew by instinct there was approaching danger. Her body flung onto the egg beside her as she clawed to save her kin. It was the day they where to hatch together and serve each other. Her small claws where useless against the hard shell. She continued to fight. Suddenly jet black scales shot in front of her and snatched her from the ground. The fellow dragon ran off as the infant watched the egg taken from the nest by humans. A slow gentle rage filled the infant as her kin was stripped from it's home.

Small houses and vast country sides was all I knew growing up .Everyone knew each other and the same thing went on day by day . Growing sick of it I head off by myself all alone for an exciting new adventure but instead I find myself Working for Viren as a maid !!???

As one of Viren's servents you where tasked to clean the dungeons and bring food for the prisoners. One night your master has been imprisoned by the human guards and brought down into the cells and accompanying him is a very bluey galaxy worm. What happens when you get hands on the small creature that'll lead you to do terrible things?

A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.