What did the Hero screw up THIS season? Let's find out!
You Still Can't PlayYou Still Can't PlayYou Still Can't Play by NinjaHeart
A One-Shot Ace Attorney Fanfic
Author's Note: This story takes place after the events of Apollo Justice, but before Dual Destinies. Not many spoilers are involved, however, so enjoy.
The first thing the detective felt when she entered the place was cold--bitter cold that made her regret wearing a skirt. She shivered and wrapped her white lab coat tighter around herself, but then took a deep breath of icy cold air and entered, finding a table and ordering a bottle of grape juice and a bowl of borscht. The Borscht Bowl Club wasn't exactly a popular hangout, especially not to eat--unless you enjoyed cold beet soup, which she didn't. But Ema thought that it would be rude just to snack on something you brought with you if you walked into a restaurant. Of course, she hadn't come here to eat, but for now she sat there, looking across the table and waiting. Thankfully, it wasn't long before she heard footsteps coming up from a stairwell
Goodbye, Justin...it's hard to express what I'm thinking in words. Well, truth be told, that's how it's always been for me, but it's even harder now.Goodbye, Justin by NinjaHeart
Thursday, Justin "Jew Wario" Carmical committed suicide. The news didn't hit the Internet until Saturday, while I was in town. I was sitting there in the car when I read the news on Twitter. It wasn't long before I was in tears.
It was hard to explain why, though--especially to my mom, who didn't know the guy at all. But then again, neither did I. At least, not the way everyone else seems to.
I wasn't even a huge fan of Justin's. Not to say I didn't like his work, it was great--but I didn't watch it as often as I watched the others' videos. But in every video that I saw him in, Justin just struck me as the nicest, most sincere guy you could ever meet. He made people happy just by being around him. He cared about everything he did, and it was clear he wanted to share everyth
My Little Hero: EpilogueMy Little Hero: Epilogue by NinjaHeart
My Little Hero: Crimefighting is Magic
Epilogue: Goodbye, For Now?
"Come on, mister Frame, you've just gotta show us how!" Apple Bloom begged.
"NO," I said firmly. "My power is unique--you've got to find out what your talents are for yourself."
"Maybe he's right, Apple Bloom," Sweetie Belle added. "I mean, none of us can even fly."
"Hey!" Scootaloo piped up. "Rainbow Dash said she'd teach me, just like she did for Frame!"
It had been a week since our adventure in the dream world, and six days since Apple Bloom had awakened. I had been helping Twilight tidy up the library with Spike when Applejack had burst in with her face wet from crying, but an expression of absolute joy on her face as she'd run in with Apple Bloom in front of her. I'd never seen Applejack cry before or since then. I guess no matter how tough of a pony she was, thinking she might lose her sister had been a huge blow to her. But I could understand where she was coming from.
I'd wanted to stay as long
My Little Hero: Chapter 11My Little Hero: Chapter 11 by NinjaHeart
My Little Hero: Crimefighting is Magic
Chapter 11: Nightmare's End, Part 5
I panted as we emerged in the next part of the nightmare. My arm was still throbbing--it normally hurt when I used the Falcon Punch, but using the anvil trick hadn't helped things either. Glancing around as sparks swam at the corners of my vision, I saw that, for whatever reason, we seemed to be in the middle of Ponyville. But that was all I could do before I collapsed onto a nearby bench, my right arm dripping blood onto the ground.
"Frame, you're bleeding!" Twilight cried, and all I could do was nod in response. I couldn't even stand up at this point. But suddenly, I felt something nudging my arm. I turned to see, woozily, that Fluttershy had climbed up on the bench next to me, and was now using her nose and teeth to nudge the sleeve of my shirt up onto my shoulder, so she could see the wound better.
"Oh my," she said softly, and I tried to smile a little, but I knew I must have been messed up pretty
My name is Eli, I'm 22, and I'm a writer by trade. My dream is to one day write screenplays for Hollywood movies, and have them be successful ones.|
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