SuperheroeLover45

Deep in the Everfree forest, a strange plant sprouted from the ground. A plant so peculiar even for the likes of a forest like this. It took the form of a plant Zecora often used for her tea bags. An unsuspecting Zecora picks some of it to make some tea bags that were requested by Applejack after Zecora piqued her interest in the tea’s flavor: it supposedly tastes like apples. Applejack told Zecora she would try it because it could also generate a good deal of business for the both of them. As she made it, Zecora could feel something was different with her brew, but she couldn’t understand why. She wouldn’t realize the error of her mistakes until it was too late. … Applejack waited outside the barn for a good amount of time. Zecora said she would be here any minute now with the tea. “Applejack, pardon my late arrival, friend. A mysterious feeling formed when brewing, one I could not comprehend.” “Oh, it’s no trouble, Zecora. Ya here now, and that’s what counts.” She gave Zecora a

~Scott's POV~ Finally, I'm done... Thought I'd never finish... I thought, stretching in my chair. Now, I can have some fun for a change! Then I realized... What do I do for fun again? Ugh, I've been doing work for so long, I don't even remember what I do for fun!  Ugh, well, maybe the others are doing something fun and maybe I could join them? I walked to the living room and I'm lucky enough to find Nat, Bruce, Tony, Steve, and Sam lounging around.  "Hey, guys! How's everything?" I asked as I sat down on the couch.       "Oh, hey Scott. You're finally finished with your work, I presume?" Nat asked, looking up from her book. "Yep! I'm as free as a bird! Anything happen while I was away?” “Oh, a bit earlier Clint was asking about you, but I told him you were working at that moment.” Steve added. “Really?” I asked. “Yeah, he looked kinda dejected but tried to hide it at the same time? That’s what I would say.” Sam interjected with a shrug. “Huh

"So, what do you guys usually do around here?" I asked when we walked back into the school. "Wait, that's a stupid question - it's a school for crying out loud!" Goodness, way to go, genius. "Ha! Well, of course, UA does function partly like a regular school - that part's true! But this is a school where students learn and train to become heroes! One of the top schools in the entire country!" Uraraka replied. "Neat, I've always liked superheroes since I was a little kid... I've always looked up to them." "Got another superhero fan, huh? Well, then I think you and Deku are gonna get along just fine!" Uraraka said with a little giggle. I watch as Deku just laughs and smiles at me. "Well, I think it's only fair I tell you about myself... That is if you want to hear my story?" Before they could answer, a boy with red, spiky hair and a boy with yellow hair walk over to us. "We heard what happened with Bakugo, is sh- Oh, hey, I was just about to ask about you!" Red-spikey says

Falling...I'm falling? ... What? ... How? ... Why? ... Should I be more concerned with the fact I'm falling or the fact that I'm wondering why I'm falling instead of trying to not fall? Right, definitely should try to not be falling, need wings... Now!!! I open my eyes and see that I'm floating just millimeters above the ground, too close of a call there. Note to self; deploy wings sooner rather than later I thought, adjusting myself so that I'd land feet-first instead of face-first. "Hello ground, safe, safe ground... I'll never take you for granted again," I say, giving the ground a little kiss. I stand back up and survey my surroundings 'cuz I had no idea where in the living fruitcakes I was. Trees. I'm surrounded by trees... Great, that helps so much. Unfolding my wings, I climb a few feet in the air just so that I was barely over the tree line, looking around I spot a nearby building that seemed worth checking out. I landed and started my trek towards the... The... The...

One minute, I'm just sitting on the couch...ya know just reading, minding my own business. Now, when I say "sitting," what I mean is I'm pretty much laying on the whole thing * being the inconsiderate ass that I am * and not allowing anyone else to sit on it. The next minute, someone decides to sit their butt on my stomach.      "Ooooouuuucchhh! Excuse you!? I'm sitting here, ya dolt!!!!" I screech, slapping his side multiple times. Ugh, this is what I get, I thought, feeling as though my lungs were going to collapse.       "Well, it's your fault for laying on the whole couch, so don't blame me, (name)," Crow said, crossing his legs. I scowl at him and roll my eyes.     "Yeah, well I can't make room if you're sitting on me... Sooooooo... You should... I don't know... Want to... Maybe... I don't know... Probably... MoooOOOOOoooVvvvE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I shout, smacking his side harder.     "Okay, okay, alright, I'm up," Crow says, finally getting off of me. I readjust

You walk across the street to the McDonald's since you were kind of hungry and didn't feel like cooking right now. An aching pain shoots in your chest and you nearly collapse in the street, but you manage to keep yourself steady. You've been feeling pains for two months now, thanks to those crappy scientists that kidnapped you and experimented on you. None of what was happening to you was natural and you wished you could've stopped them from doing this to you, but what had happened already happened. I wish I could go back... You think to yourself unaware of the fact you're in the middle of the intersection. People start to shout at you since there's oncoming traffic heading your way. You look up and time slows down to a halt as you continue walking across the street. Okay, maybe not all the time. You thought. You walk into the McDonald's as time returns to normal, leaving a bunch of baffled people wondering what just happened. You go in and order what you'd usually get, a

Sitting in front of that paper, I felt completely drained. My picture wasn't coming out right, all I felt was pain. I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes, completely dejected. When I opened them up again, something happened that was totally unexpected! Colors soared up and around my head, Purple, green, pink, blue, and red! It was beautiful, it was stunning, I couldn't believe my eyes! It was absolutely magical, like a blessing in disguise. I looked down at my paper, I felt a new desire. When my pen graced my paper, the colors fueled my fire. Inspiration oozed out of all my pores. Thanks to those flying colors!