Unnamed Short Story Part 2 Draft 1~.~.~.~
"Wow, you guys. You surely made a ruckus!" Hanako said excitedly. She tried her hardest not to toss any popcorn onto Delila's bed in which she sat on.
"Yeah, but we pay the price tomorrow," Delila frowned as she grabbed a large helping of popcorn, "Maybe I should have waited till graduation to say it. I won't be surprised she's gonna go after us for the rest of the year."
"Let her," Shin smiled. He sat on the bed next to Delila's, "if you weren't going to explode like you did, I would have. It needed to come out."
Hanako grinned, "You know, Sarah couldn't stop talking about you."
"Oh, what did she say?"
"You're her heroes!"
Both Shin and Delila laughed at the comment.
"Oh, you guys were going to tell me how did it go? What did you find out?" Hanako asked them.
Shin signed, "There was a kid that seriously pissed me off. I have no idea on what was his deal but he came up to me as I was about to survey the building. He said that he was finding an apartment and that he did meet Raj
Unnamed Short Story Part 1 Draft 1The attic never protected Hanako from the weather. The growing vines found on top of the base of the desk drawer would dry up in the summer. The mirror that stood in front of her every morning would mark the beginning of winter with the bit of frost between her and her reflection. Air freshener and bug repellant were only two of the many odors stemming from the attic. It was lucky to discover that only one bucket was necessary to catch the droplets coming from the couple of holes in the ceiling.
Hanako grew sick of the ringtone she heard every morning even though she felt there was never enough time to pick a new one. During the rare times she did find a minute to herself, she'd hear the ticking of her dead clock and try to catch the droplets in sync with the clock's rhythm. Only then she would check her pulse to see if her heart would join the duet.
Hanako laid down her phone on the top of her softest thing in her room - her pillow. The smell of curry became stronger and stronger as
Girl with a Gun - IncompleteThey call me Crazy Loooop
Gotta gotta be crazy loooop
"So much blood," Tokie, laughed, "She's dead. She's dead."
"Okay, let's do this," Tokie told himself as he did his ritual 'exercise'. It consisted of breathing in and out once, shaking his arms for one second, walking in place for about the same amount of time, and entangling his fingers and stretching out his arms once, yawning several times, shaking and twisting his torso and yelling "AWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"This guy is an idiot," Lucille thought, "He's not even going to last." She said this while attempting to creep up on him. She could only see the back of his head, "That's one ugly hair style."
"Hey, could you please reveal yourself so I can properly show that I'm embarrassed?" Tokie said with a smile.
Lucille grimaced, "Thought I dumb you are. Mistake."
"Mistake indeed. I'm a goof but not an idiot," Tokie said as he turned to face his opponent, "Hey, you are the pretty g
Tokie IntroThis game.
This wicked game.
If they really wanted to make this fun, then why not host it at home?
Then that would be quite the blood bath.
He then laughed away the thought.
It has been a while since the last time the curtain closed on dABR 4. Yet, once again it was that time: a classroom filled usually unwilling participants, a teacher named Coffee and an assignment to be the last one alive.
Coffee proceeded to go over the rules as one red head caught sight of another.
"Adriane, huh?" The guy asked.
"There is no Adriane. There is only Helga! HELGA!" Helga yelled as she slammed her fist.
"Uh, Helga?" Coffee smiled but before she could say anything else
"Um, might wanna use that energy for your battles, you know."
"Then what about your name, carrot top? If you're so ready to pester her about her name, why won't I ask yours?" said the girl right behind him.
"Tokie." Tokie gave a wide grin, "Nice to meet you uh "
Tokie knew Lucill
Signature: Turquoise Blue Flames/Electricity
dABR 5: #23
~Single Turquoise Earring in one Ear
Items in Bag
~-Map + Other Info
~-Pickaxe with space for more weapons
~Change of Clothes (including undies)
~-Graphic Tee of a quirky robot design...
~-Extra pair of glasses
~A necklace with a marbled turquoise d20 pendant. (Wearing)
~iPod Touch FILLED with Homestuck, Weird Al, Richard Cheese, and Crazy Loop music as well as videos from Moymoypalapboy (Moymoy and Roadfill)
~Screw driver and left over metal scraps for robot building.
Has spiky red hair on top but then his remaining hair from the back is tied up into a ponytail. He wears rectangular glasses with a light blue transition. He has turquoise eyes to match with his electric element. His skin is pale and is accompanied by fre
Awaken The Devils Ch 1 Pt 1"Wake up Trekka! Wake Up!" The voice rang within the infinite darkness, "WAKE UP!" The words would echo and repeat until Trekka's mind would include the din as normal.
Trekka tried to call out Leianai's name but his corpse-like body wouldn't allow it. The only thing that kept him awake was the smell of camomile diffusing itself within the hollow blackness.
"Pathetic," the voice spoke as the source, in a form of another body, casually walked towards him. With a snap of his fingers, a spot of light shined to where Trekka's body laid. Trekka glanced at the shadow to find that it had a body so much like his own but much darker. His skin was paler and was decorated with black makeup and jewelry as poisonous as the darkness that strangled Trekka with fear.
"I would have expected you would have remembered everything by now," said another shadow figure, "Including us." As he walked into light, he had a very sunny complexion unlike the first and he had a smile that instantly relieved much of Tr
Dolce o Amara - Ch. 1 Pt. 1"Bored," Daimon spoke softly to himself, "Seriously, nothing new ever happens." He rested comfortably on his desk chair, placing his feet upon his desk nearly knocking off his Advanced French homework. He glanced at the small packet and pushed it away with his left foot before crossing it with the other. Closing his midnight blue eyes, he shut off the world, except for the gentle breeze that passed through his crimson hair.
"Daimon!" The yell broke the silence.
"What now," Daimon whined, "I wanna sleep."
"Look, you don't have to put that tone of voice on me," said the voice once more. "I can understand Mr. and Mrs. Wilston, but you don't have to put that attitude up with me. We're brothers after all."
"Stop fooling yourself, Andrew," snarled Daimon, "If we were biological brothers, then you have every right to tell me off."
"You know, I was around much more than that sibling that may not even exist!"
"Idiot. Just tell me why you came here."
"Hmm. How long will you need to finish y