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Star Wars Civil War Pt.10

Star wars is very popular with many theories and lore. Some people have theories, but this story is not a theory nor lore. I make this to entertain my audience, and give hope to others when they are in darkness. This will be the final part in this series.

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As I hid, they got closer. And I saw who they were, they were clones. I wondered why clones were here, last thing I knew there was no clone battalions anywhere near here. I didn’t recognize the markings on their armor. I heard them speak of their commander, Commander Buddha. Then I realize, they were the 522nd my brother’s unit. I popped up and said the signaled word, Skinny. They told me their mission and I was astonished. They were looking for me. Apparently, Nova requested a unit to help and they sent the 522nd. I went and grabbed my pack and the crystal that is was trapped on. It was invisible, and I was barely able to get a hold of it. We got out of the cave and Nova was standing there. She ran up and hugged me. My brother is up in orbit and we needed to talk to him. Apparently, there is something major that needed to be discussed. We headed up and I saw the fleet. It was magnificent. We landed on the Venator and walked to the deck with an escort. We walked in and I met my brother. The republic was gone, and the resistance needed our help. We talked for hours, with no end. When we decided to take a break, Nova asked me to talk to her. We talked in her room. We sat in silence for a while. When we finally spoke, she told she wanted me. I was surprised, then we left it at that and I left. 

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Star Wars Civil War Pt.7

Star wars is very popular with many theories and lore. Some people have theories, but this story is not a theory nor lore. I make this to entertain my audience, and give hope to others when they are in darkness.

I DO NOT OWN THE STAR WARS UNIVERSE.

I woke up to a dark room, couldn’t move, and heard voices. I try to free myself, but I just couldn’t get loose. Than all of a sudden, the lights turned on and I saw a gruesome sight. Bodies hanging and skeletons everywhere. Everything in the room was disgusting and fearsome. Then I saw them, my comrades tied up and beat up, half dead. I tried to talk to them, but nothing came out, I looked down and saw my mouth was gagged and my arms and legs were bounded to a metal table with shackles. The captors came in and started talking. I couldn’t hear them, they were whispering. than they came up to me and it was the Twi’leks. Apparently, they were slavers and were going to sell me and my men to become gladiators. these were not your regular gladiators, these were crazy gladiators. After many fights in the arena, they would lose their minds and go crazy. These slavers apparently were beating people to become tougher and be easier to sell. No one knew where we were, so it is just a matter of time before we were sold. Than they gave me a shot and I blacked out again. 

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Star Wars Civil War Pt.9

Star wars is very popular with many theories and lore. Some people have theories, but this story is not a theory nor lore. I make this to entertain my audience, and give hope to others when they are in darkness.

I DO NOT OWN THE STAR WARS UNIVERSE.

It feels like forever I’ve been stuck in this room. All the while, Nova and the rest of the mandalores are probably rebuilding mandalore. I wish I would be there with them, with her. This riddle is going to be the death of me, and I wanted my last moments with Nova. Than as soon as I was just about to be in depression, I thought of the riddle in a different perspective, and then it hit me, literally a rock hit me. I looked up and saw a hole. I looked around the room and moved the chair to take a closer look. And then I heard a noise. It was the sound of wind, and I realized it was the tunnel the riddle spoke of. I dug a bigger hole and got through. However, it led to a bigger cavern and nothing else. I stumbled on a rock and it went flying and the sound bounced off every wall but one. I followed where the sound didn’t bounce off and found a small crack in the wall. I peered through it and found what looked like water. I started to break through, but the walls started to rumble. I stopped and looked around. Then I went back to the room and grabbed everything in it to try to stabilize the walls. I started hacking at the wall again, and it worked I got through and the walls didn’t come down. Now I’m looking out over a vast piece of water and saw moving light across the way.  heard shouting but couldn’t make it out. I looked around and saw, to my eyes, a jetpack. I grabbed it, but it was snug on something. However, I couldn’t tell what it was. the shouting got louder, and the lights started to move towards me. I hid.

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Star Wars Civil War Pt.8

Star wars is very popular with many theories and lore. Some people have theories, but this story is not a theory nor lore. I make this to entertain my audience, and give hope to others when they are in darkness.

I DO NOT OWN THE STAR WARS UNIVERSE.

 

I woke up. There was no one around. I was in a cell full of concrete and no windows. I heard wind, so I must be up high. It was freezing cold but at the same time burning hot. I have no idea where I was or what was happening. I looked around and found a weapon and a note. The note said:

“A cave is just a passage unknown, Find a bat that leads to the sea.

And then you will find a beetle that travels by air, And there you will find what is found.”

A riddle, in a place like this, who thinks of this. I kept looking and there was a chair, a wooden table, a rug and a photo. But the photo was of someone I didn’t know, a woman in a cloak. She was looking at the chair. I decided to look at the rug and it was clean, abnormally cleaned. I moved it, and there was dust around it leaving a circle of cleanliness. I am stuck, and this riddle makes no sense. I will never this place and see my brethren nor Nova.

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Journalism Club

Welcome to Journalism Club:

This is the club that controls this website. It’s a club, yes it is. Have you heard of it? You must have if you’re here. If you don’t, here’s little something something. It’s AWFUL, just kidding. It’s great and we write. A lot. That’s what we do. That’s the point of the club. It is pretty swag (sorry for the cringe) but I’m serious. Our posts appeal to different people. Stories, poems, reviews, opinions, sports articles, surveys, news, etc fill the website and appeal to any audience.  We have a lot of dope people in this club (again the cringe.) We make friends with each other and can easily talk to one another. We make jokes and it’s the weirdest thing (in  a good way.) Usually we play a little game at the end. A game called, “The Journalism Game.” It is when we all have to say something that no one else in the room knows about. It can be funny, can be cringy, can be depressing, can be interesting. Trust me, I’ve heard some really intriguing stories and you can too if you join. This club is the club to be. I’m for real. We have some people, but we need more. It would give us more recognition and “fame.” We will grow. It would make us all happy.

From all of us here in Journalism Club.

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Finally Saved

I’m Courtney, and I’m writing about when people get depression to show that life will get better. So that they don’t end their life before something big and great happens. You have a purpose to live, that is why we live. Use it wisely, and please don’t give it up. You have important people in your life that care about you, and they don’t want you leave. Yes, thoughts fill up in your head, but don’t listen to them. You are strong and brave for everyone around you and for yourself.

When you are sad do you get the feeling that no one likes you? Do you ever feel like you don’t belong when you don’t think anyone will ever love you? A lot of people feel this way when something upsets them. They start to think bad things that can end badly for themselves. The friends of that person then find out and try to help, but they can’t fix a broken heart. The person that broke it has to be the one to fix it. She is not being herself, not talking, isolating herself from everyone, and starts to harm herself. No one sees and knows until she tells her friends. The friends are worried about her, but they just don’t know how to help. He who broke the heart talks to her. She starts to feel better, but he ask if he can get help to get with someone else. She broke down in the bathroom after talking to him. Someone was banging on the door. She opened to see her friend crying. Her friend hugged her tight. They walked out to see him standing there with his arms open for a hug. She hugged him tight and started to cry. They walked home together. They talked and talked, then he told her he loved her. He only asked so he can ask her out. She was shocked, and she said yes. She was finally happy for once in her life.

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Two years

Two years may seem like a long time, but in reality it’s not. In two years there are 24 months, 730 days, 17520 hours, 1051200 minutes, and 63072000 seconds. Sure that seems like a long time to some people, but to someone who lost a best friend two years feels like one day. People can say that that pain eventually goes away, but it doesn’t. The pain stays and it leaves scars on minds. It doesn’t matter how many times someone cries because there will always be more tears. It doesn’t matter how many people stand beside a person because there will always an empty space that no one can fill. The pain never leaves, but it does spread. The pain that death brings lingers in minds, and hearts. Pain can make someone cry, scream, get angry at the universe, and just all together feel empty. All the time in the world can go by, but I’ll never see Mr. Clark again. I’ll never hear him speak again. I’ll never see him walk, or laugh, or cry. I’ll never see him again. The last day I saw him he was in a nursing home and I was walking out of the room. He called me name and he said,”I love you”. I turned and I walked out of his room and I didn’t say anything. That was the last time I would hear his voice. Two weeks later he was gone. It’s been two years since he passed away and I remember the day I found out about his death like it was yesterday. The pain lingers and it never goes away. No matter how much time goes by the pain will still be there.

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Star Wars Civil War Pt.6

Star wars is very popular with many theories and lore. Some people have theories, but this story is not a theory nor lore. I make this to entertain my audience, and give hope to others when they are in darkness.

I DO NOT OWN THE STAR WARS UNIVERSE.

The rebuilding of Mandalore is top priority. I decided to try to distance myself and seal off the feelings and memories I had of Nova. As we were at the war table, she kept looking at me, I tried not to meet her gaze. When it ended, I quickly escaped to meet up with Jell-E, and we went on our patrol of area 74, the ruins of the castle. We needed supplies and had hoped the secret stash was still there. Right before we left the base camp, I looked back and saw her looking around, then she saw me and started walking towards me. I signaled one of the guards to take the duchess to her tent and secure her. I didn’t see what happened afterwards, I had turned back around and continued with Jell-E. We scavenged through the ruins and luckily the door to the bunker was still intact. We opened it up and found survivors; they thanked us for helping them and we pointed to the camp where everyone is. We called for an escort to meet up with them. When we entered, something hit me on the back of the neck. I blacked out.

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Star Wars Cicil War Pt.5

Star wars is very popular with many theories and lore. Some people have theories, but this story is not a theory nor lore. I make this to entertain my audience, and give hope to others when they are in darkness.

I DO NOT OWN THE STAR WARS UNIVERSE.

After the rubble was moved, I saw a sight only a miracle could describe. The first face I saw was, Grum-Da. He help me get Satine’s body out of the hole, than he got me out. I looked up and all I saw was construction and kids playing. I asked him what happen. He told me I was buried for over a month an a half. I was astonished, it felt like two weeks, at most a month. Than he told me, Satine’s sister rallied more troops and quelled out the remaining resistance. It took over two weeks to find out what happen to me. They told me they saw someone running with a body and thought it was me. As soon as they were trying to reach them, a building fell and squashed them. The morale fell a little, but than Huf-Tra saw a body move, went down and investigated. It was the man running, and we all found out it wasn’t me, so they kept fighting till they were able to look for me. As we were talking, we were heading to the main operating base. We stopped by a barracks and he introduced me to the man they thought was me. His name was Dur-Og, and he wanted to join to fight the enemy. he heard of my accomplishments and said it was an honor to meet a hero. “A hero”, words I never would have thought to hear. We continued, and Grum-Da told me how they figured out where I was, it was all just a hunch the new leader had. We were at the entrance to the main tent, and we were going through he told me the name of the new leader. As he said it I saw a friend and a love, and it as also the new leader whose eyes met mine. It was Nova, my crush and my childhood friend. The new leader of Mandalore.

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Star Wars Civil War Pt.4

This story is about a fictional character but actual characters. This is made up and the interactions never happened. As well, none of this is lore to the star wars universe.

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As I was underneath the rubble, I heard noises. The noises were faint. I think I am probably hundreds of feet underneath. I am able to shift to make room for me, I created a space large enough for me o sit up. I looked around and I am inside a system of what looks like caves but is probably caverns created by the rubble. I started to explore and I found Satine’s body. All the sorrow and fear came rushing in and I just fell, fell to the ground. When I was buried it was dark, I estimate it is late morning or early afternoon. I do not have any sense of time. After what seemed like days, all the noises stopped. I kept listening but nothing, and I fear the fighting stopped. I fear we lost and Darth Maul is leading the planet once more. The whole time, I’m just holding on to Satine’s body because my last mission was to secure her body and bring back to her sister. I will complete my mission till I die. Even when all hope is gone, I will keep to my mission and complete it. After what seemed like a week, I started to hear more noises, it was yelling and screaming. In the darkness, there was nothing. After the yelling, there was light. I was doomed, or at least that was what I thought.

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