Sleepover_Contest Prize for x-Ink-Black-Heart-xA small groan slipped out of the boy's jarring mouth, tossing one final time in his sleep. A hand failed with its arm as it felt something, a source of heat and flesh.
Instead of jumping out of bed, a heavy head fell back into its lumped pillow. Palms tried to rub at irritated sockets, eyes baggy from another sleepless night. He realized that his chest was bare, exposed and a bit cold. A blanket was pulled to his chin Random shapes flew in and out subconscious to try and make sense the events past.
It took Mike-E forever to get past the low drone of that wicked sensual spell
On the rooftop again, gazing out into the blood red sunset. A short breath carried a frustration easily identified by the glare of jaded orbs and a pulling back of jet back hair by calloused, gloved fingers.
More than once had the memories of "him" waded within his mind This mouse had about enough; it would be that much easier to seek "him" out and beat the living daylights out of him. With
After TodayIt's been a couple of weeks since my dad left to spend the rest of his happy life with the librarian, Ms. Mar-pole-ey. Er, I mean Marpole. Wasn't her name "Sylvia" or something?
Whatever. I'm glad that he found the right one after so long. I really am!
It's been a while since I had a mother. Heh heh. Man, the sun's making me kinda tired. I shuffle to the blinds and mess with the drawstrings until the orange light disappears from the room. The cotton feels good on my nose, cushioning my fall to the bed, "You did good, Max. You did good." I wrap arms around my pillow and bury my face in there for a minute, trying to get a wink of sleep
I let out a tiny groan as the wheat field disappears from my view again. Thrown back into nothing but a black hole, my hands reach for the edge of the mattress before I push my hand out of the cushion. My muzzle made a funny looking imprint, from what my half-shut eyes could see, "Yeah Bobby,I yawn, "What is it?"
My aching nec
Don't Even_Entry for GT Family ContestI can't stay here.
I can't take any more of this imprisonment. I need to get out.
Blindly I splash a glob of red ink onto the stretched canvas. Hot air escapes my quivering lips. I can barely breathe. I find myself searching for that box again There's got to be something better tasting than this crap. I open a gilded window to let the thin trails slither out from my lit torch. Only when I can think clearly again I look back into the depths of my private studio.
Well, actually, it's my bedroom. My dad's refused to set aside one of the countless rooms in the house for my only source of pleasure in this strange world. I take a deep token before coughing again; I keep on smoking to ease the mental tension, "I want to get out."
This is only wishful thinking. I've always thought about running away, but then I look at the stretched canvas again, running fingers across my mother's hair, deep red. I prop my hand's tips to the background and prod continuously and haphazardly to creat
Our Rope_Bradley Solo AU“Oh no.” The throat contracted with fingers pulling at the collar of a white dress shirt. He was just feet away from that accursed entrance. Feelings of nervousness mixed with anger made Bradley hesitant to press the call button. Rather, a fist hit the surrounding wall of the Uppercrust Estate.
I don’t want to be here.
He must have been under the influence to finally comply to Tank’s suggestion to “spend time with the old man” after so long. The right hand man was right in assuming that the leader was more or less losing ground in his sanity, him going so far as to threaten his own teammates for illegitimate reasons.
It had been months after that post X-Games lecture where the whole Gamma team was present at Alphonse’s command, via jet plane. The words from his mouth did nothing but ruin the dignity the corrupt team had left, and if that wasn’t enough he told the rest of the team to get out of his office to speak with his own son a
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Je M' Appelle_Slice of LifeIt was nauseating. I didn't even want to look at the sickening grin on his face. Slick stone was ice upon my back; we were pushed up against a wallthe side of an arch supporting a cobblestone bridge overhead. Another clap of thunder and a wisp of a November breeze sneaked their way into the half made tent, leaving me to yearn for any cover of warmth besides this unbearably strong "guardian" of mine. There's only latent wrath towards yet another being as this one lets his teasing claws run across my skin. For the longest time ever I've wanted to beat my backstabbing "friend" to a pulp. I've imagined it over and over again.