Ok, so Christina (Rennerocks) and I are going to try something new. This story is called Partners in Crime. The characters are James (Christina) and Bryn (me), and the story is going to go back and forth. We ARE going to add our origional OC's once it gets madami into the story (I hope) but it's still going to be mainly about Bryn and James. I hope you enjoy! - Kelly (I'm giving you a warning it's short. I got brain dead in the middle of Pagsulat it, sorry)

    The red on my arms and the knee pads protecting my knees signafied I was playing a game- volleyball....

Wow, I didn't do as many things I hoped for in March....


News: Well guys, I'm sorry to say it but the public probably isn't going to see SilverFlame's Stories for a while. I have a block when I try and write the segundo chapter, which really sucks. I'm not going to do Mike's or Jake's evaluation until like June or late May because they haven't even been introduced into A New Hope yet! How foolish of me to say I was doing it in March when I would onlt have posted two chapters. Shame on me! :P

Additions to the litrato gallery:

- Sky (one or two pictures)

- Charlie (only the one picture I have of her)...

  Lights flicker, on and off, on and off, and so forth. The so called 'arena', was massive. There were at least six floors, but each floor went down deeper into the ground of Cybertron. 

  There was so many things in the arena, dangerous things. Creature's hid, waiting for victims to come. They waited for they're fun, for the screams that would surly come when they got they're fun. It was a craving , one that was too hard to ignore. Pain,fear, and screams is what they needed, what they fed on.

  Each level of the arena had different transformers. Cretin trasnpormer were paired together,...

    He bent over to get a better look at me. I narrowed my eyes. “You dare stand up to the great and glorious Starscream!” the robot replied. His hand formed into a cannon. I bit my lip. Just as the kanyon got red, I remembered a memory from my childhood. I remembered that I can control things, not telloconicus, but actually control them. I put the tips of my fingers on my head, and focused all the energy into my hands. Just as the kanyon fired I shot my hands up. The misayl stopped. I turned it towards Starscream, and he tried to run. I controled his legs.
    “Why...

I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING! My friend wrote this and wanted me to post it on Fanpop.


Hazard's POV:
    I looked out at the empty battlefield.
It was hard to imagine that the dead,
scilent ground was once trod upon sa pamamagitan ng warriors fighting for survival. It was hard to think
that the stiff air was once filled with the cries,
the sound of clashing swords, the gunshots'
bang, the thud of fallen a Autobot or Decpticon. I sighed.     
    "Survivl isn't worth anything if you can't fight for it," I muttered,
blowing out a breath of Earth air in disgust...

Partners in Crime: Chapter Three- βƦվñ

I was shoved in my cell roughly. I whirled around and stuck my out. "You little f*cker!" the guard yelled. He unlocked my cell, and charged in, baton raised. I grabbed the baton, and broke it on my knee. I stuck the splintered parts in his foot arm and legs. He collapsed in pain, and I lept on him. I put my hand right where I could break his neck. I looked up. My inmate and the guys in the hall stared at me. I let go, but spit on him. "Get out of this cell," I growled. He stumbled out of the cell without a comment. I looked at my inmate. She was Latino....

Breakfast went sa pamamagitan ng quickly the susunod day. Though, I wasn't hungry, even though my stomach growled to be filled up.

"Dude, eat something, breakfast is better than the other shit they feed us."My cell mate whispered aka NGA19, his real name was Greg.
"Thanks for the heads up."I murmured, taking a bite from my breakfast.

Greg and I started a conversation until everyone had to go back to they're cells. 

After the cell door closed and locked behind us, we each took a upuan on our coats. Greg was Russian, but he could speak English without a struggle. He had dark brown eyes and a messy mane of brown hair. ...

    “Ok, so? We’ve always lived in a world of robots. I don’t see the human race going anywhere, and time soon,” I told my brother, Cliff. He’s always blabbing on about how alien robots invaded earth, and how they plan to take over the world and kill the human species.
    “I’m saying any car can be a robot, even your car,” he replied.
    I rolled my eyes. “You do know there are two teams of robots. Autobots and Decpticons? Right? The Autobots are the good guys, and the Decpticons are the bad guys, and I don’t even...