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"Waterfalls are beautiful to look at, but if you want to conquer it there is a high chance you'll get seriously hurt." Notes: Post Korra achieving full Avatar state, Mako and Asami are still a couple [sorry Makorra fans, I like that couple but this one is more fun to ship], Korra is single, Tahno is a bit OOC in the beginning. "Next!" Korra called. The Air Temple Island had people lined up all around to get their bending restored. Korra had seen many tears of happiness, it made her feel like a savior. A tall, lithe, pale young man stepped forward with a tired face and curly black hair swept to the side of his face. He turned to Korra with

"Waterfalls are beautiful to look at, but if you want to conquer it there is a high chance you'll get seriously hurt." Notes: Post Korra achieving full Avatar state, Mako and Asami are still a couple [sorry Makorra fans, I like that couple but this one is more fun to ship], Korra is single, Tahno is a bit OOC in the beginning. "Next!" Korra called. A tall, lithe, pale young man stepped forward with a tired face and curly black hair swept to the side of his face. He turned to Korra with a grin. "Hey, Uh-vatar." He greeted. Korra realized who he was. "Tahno." Tahno, still grinning, sauntered in front of the Avatar. "You should probably know why

"Bill!" my mother called. I groaned loudly and opened my heavy eyelids. The strips of light on the ceiling confirmed that it was morning, I turned to my window and drew open my plastic shades. The sun blinded me for a minute and hurt my eyes. "Ugh." I groaned. "Bill? Are you up?" My mom knocked on my door. "Yeah." I yawned. "Well, get dressed! You know we're going to see Al's soccer game!" She reminded. I groaned again. "Ok, mom, I'll be down there in five minutes!" I jumped off my bed and maneuvered around the games, books and clothes littered around the room to my dresser. It was old and tan with a big, round mirror on the desk. My s

I looked into the mirror, mouth agape. Then glared at Soldier. "How could you do this?!" I exclaimed. "I made a mistake, big deal." Soldier shrugged. "A girl's hair is her life!" "Since when'd you get so soft?" "I liked my hair and I thought it wouldn't be that shorter!" "Mooth mov moo mut mup!"  Pyro yelled. He took a frying pan from the corner and hit both me and Soldier on the head. "Ow!" I grunted. I took the frying pan and hit Soldier. He grabbed it. "Why you little-" Soldier yelled. "Oi! You both er' actin' stoopid. Cause' yee are." Demoman interrupted, then he hiccuped and burped. "He's the one who cut my hair!" I argued.

I was in the subway one day, it was the year 2007 in May. I was going back on the train, feeling limp and rather lame. There was a young man in the station, on the day of my vacation. He played a cello, so soft and fast, it was a nice sound away from squeaking brass. He played a song so sad, yet he looked very glad. I smiled at him and tossed some coins, many people did join. He had much money in his case, but something didn't seem right in his face. A broken dream? Is that what it seems? Or maybe just to kill time, or did he have something else on his mind? I realized then, we were the same, two artists hoping for fame. I