A kind of six word story, or it can be the start of a story.

Mommy, why did the elephant swear? 

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Six word story

"Fly," she whispered, so he did.

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5. Unbreakable

I was going to post it yesterday after I finished editing it a bit, but I guess I felt a bit tired and lazy. So tada.
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                No one is unbreakable not unless you were a god. But even then, they weren’t completely unbreakable. There was always a hidden chink in their armor, one that usually led to their downfall, shame, or something just as bad. Usually no one knew about it… till the myths, lies, and stories were spread. Each time those were spread from one head to another, the chink in the armor grows bigger and bigger till it’s unfixable. And it usually isn’t just the gods’ armor that’s doing it it’s everyone’s armor. Each one is cracking, growing worse with each rumor, insult, and lie that’s being thrown.

                But it’s slowly getting fixed with the proper use of good words. Random compliments, smiles, a kiss or two, and other things that make you sigh nostalgically just thinking about them. Each time a compliment is said, your armor mends together, leaving behind a faint line…

                A faint line that can turn into a bigger one, big enough for you to fall through, thinks Adele a bit bitterly. She sits with her legs crossed in the uncomfortable auditorium chair reading a history book that she has somehow managed to sneak in without anyone noticing, much. The room starts to darken and everyone turns down their volume a bit, for the show is going to start soon. She notices and puts the book away for it is no use reading in the dark. Her eyes start to roam the dark theater, a worrying feeling starting to form in the pit of her stomach as she wonders where Tucker may have gone. Finally, her eyes settle on the door in which they have come in earlier this evening waiting for his reappearance. Five, ten, fifteen more minutes have passed and there was still no sign of Tucker. By now, the play has started, the orchestra pit playing its deadly melody as onstage two young lovers run away from something unknown.

                “Where are you?” she says out loud, instantly being shushed. She sighs, and turns her gaze back to the stage silently watching the scene unfold out before her; all the while worrying.

                The scene ends with one of the young lovers holding the other lover’s dead hand on a balcony near a tower with a pointy end. Then came, intermission, startling Adele when she heard the voice announcing it. She yawns and stretches her arms and look around at the now bright theater. Tucker still hasn’t come back and she wonders if he has decided to abandon her. She laughs nervously at that thought quickly dismissing it but anger starts to bloom anyways.

                “He wouldn’t abandon me, h-he’s too nice to do that anyways,” she says to herself. It is nearing the end of intermission and now she really does think that Tucker has abandoned her. She sighs and starts to wonder why. The music starts up again and as Adele was settling in a bit to watch the rest of the play, she feels a tap on her bare shoulder. She looks behind her wondering who would have done it, only finding people immersing themselves with the play. So she turns back to see the lone lover writing a letter in an antique desk.

                She sighs slightly remembering her mother tell her about the letters that her father has written to her when he had to go on a long journey somewhere. Causing someone to squeeze her hand comfortingly; startled she looks up at the person who could have squeezed it.

                “Tucker?” she says out loud, getting shushed again. He smiles down at her, his eyes looking a bit bloodshot. His face more pale than fair, his carefully gelled hair looks slightly rumpled, and his body was shaking a bit as if he was cold. Relief flooded her veins quickly followed by worry. “W-what happened?” she whispers. He wouldn’t answer; he just squeezed her hand again and returned his gaze back to the play. Thoughts started to crowd her mind, distracting her. She dismisses them turning her eyes back to the play not really attention to the lone lover and her antics.

It wasn’t until the ending in which the lone lover and her new love died, that Adele truly cried for the play. All the while, Tucker tries in vain to comfort her with his frivolous ways. Only it didn’t seem to be enough, he felt broken by what he saw earlier. And just thinking about telling Adele the reason he was late filled him with a sense of dread that threatened to break his already damaged unbreakable state. 

Music

A writing prompt that I wrote about seven/eight months ago. 

It was a dark quiet room. Everything was made of metal and gray was everywhere. It was starting to infect him now. But, he hadn’t moved an inch, still standing as tall and still as a proud statue. Nothing was moving, not the furniture, or the mice that lived under the now empty bed frame. Silence coated everything in its invisible thick butter. It was making it hard to breathe, afraid if he does, it will be the end of him. Who cares, he thought to himself. He can almost certainly see his own skin turning into cold gray metal. Soon I’ll just be part of the furniture anyways. His breathing was slowing down, starting to come deliberately now. He shut his eyes, and just begged for it to be over with, so he can get out of the silent room.

Just as he was sure it was the end of it, he heard some distant far off sound. Music! He thought excitedly.

To be continued? 

            

4. Rivalry

                “Books, movies, and real life, what do they have in common, class?” asks Mr. Whitenod casually walking around the room. The class thinks it over, a multitude of answers forming in their brains ready to travel down to their mouths, and be let out. “Well?” he asks a bit impatiently when no one has raised his or her hand yet. The class remains quiet some still thinking it over others a bit afraid to raise their hand while others are waiting for a person to do it first. While Mr. Whitenod remains waiting about ready to choose, a random kid if no one answers soon. A girl with auburn pigtails and jade green eyes raises her hand halfway up into the air a bit unsure of her answer.

                “Yes Kisha?” asks Mr. Whitenod glad that someone was finally brave enough to raise her hand.

                “Is the answer love?” she says in a timid voice. The teacher sighs and starts to mutter something in German that almost sounded like why me?

                “Anything not so obvious?” he says at the same time when five more hands rise up. “Yes?”

                “Is it emotions?” asks a guy with too much gel in his hair.

                “No,” he says flatly.

                “Is the answer, everything has a story?” asks a girl with too small glasses.

                “No.”

                “Climax?”

                “No.”

                “Do they have drama?”

                “Yes, but that’s not what I was looking for.”

                “Words, language?”

                “No and no.”

                “Humans?”

                “Survivors?”

                “Rocks?”

                “No, no, no, and don’t you dare come up with another suggestion,” he says in a slightly irritated tone, “All of those are excellent, but it’s not what I’m looking for. Now I’m going to give you one more chance, and make it a good one.” Everyone was confused because the teacher has said not to come up with another answer, but he was giving him or her one more chance to come up with the correct answer. So everyone thought and thought all coming up with one last and very impressive guess by their standards, but they were a bit scared to raise their hands. So with one quick glance around herself the girl with auburn hair and jade green eyes raises her hand. Her classmates hoping a bit that she is right this time.

                “Yes Kisha?” asks Mr. Whitenod, wondering a bit if she’s going to state out another obvious answer.

                “Is the answer… thoughts?” she timidly asks. The teacher sighs and forces a tight smile onto his face, the class inwardly cheering a bit thinking that she got it right.

                “No that’s good though, but no it’s not the answer,” the teacher says deflating the happiness.

                “Then what is the answer?” asks the guy with too much gel in his hair.

                “It’s something simple but complicated and it’s called rivalry.”

                “Rivalry?” nearly everyone in the whole room asks at the same time, a bit confused.

                “Yes rivalry. You see everyone is rivaling against each other, for power, wealth, success, knowledge, and one of the most common ones for love.”  The students absorb this, still a bit confused as to what the teacher is really saying. Mr. Whitenod sighs a bit irritably noticing the confusion in the room. “Look, there’s competition everywhere. In the Twilight books and movies, Edward and Jacob are competing against each other for Bella’s love. Same thing in the Hunger Games only it’s with Gale, Peeta, and Katniss. If you’re trying out for something, you’re rivaling against others who also want the same thing. See even you guys were rivaling against each other to see who can come up with the correct answer.” The students nod a bit understanding what the teacher is talking about. “So look around you, see who’s rivaling to become the smartest, the prettiest, the most popular, etc. You’ll be surprised to notice that there’s usually more than ten.”

               

A picture that isn't worth a thousand words

But the picture is worth a three hundred ninety one word story
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I laugh feeling the lightest I have ever been in a long time. The sun shines brightly having not a single care in the whole universe. The grass below my feet feels soft and greener than anything else I have seen in my life. I spin around letting my skirt fly around me, only to end up tripping over a rock and falling backwards into a pair of unfamiliar arms.

                I look up and see a pair hazel eyes staring down into my brown ones.  A dazzling smile saying words that I can’t hear, till he says it the second time around. “Whoa there,” he says in an accent I can’t quite identify, “are you okay?”

                “Yeah,” I say a bit quickly, “sorry.” A small smile escapes my lips.

                “It’s okay,” he says. His arms are still around me making me a bit uncomfortable, and I wonder if he is going to set me back on my feet or not.

                “So how’s your visit to the Eiffel Tower?” I ask to break the silence that was starting to grow.

                “Très bien, though I haven’t been to the top of it yet,” he says slightly dejected.

                “Oh, well I haven’t been up there either… want to go?”

                “Really?” he says his hazel eyes bright. His smile becoming joyful like a little kid getting everything they have ever wanted on its birthday.

                “Yeah, though there’s a condition.”

                “And what may that be?”

                “Let me get my violin first.”

                “Deal, though Selina?”

                “Yes?” I say confused as how he knew my name.

                “Selina?”

                “Yes?”

                “Wake up,” says a voice that’s not coming from the guy that’s holding me. Everything starts to shake; only nothing appears to damage.

                “Selina, wake up,” says the voice again becoming more and more insistent. I can feel my body roll over refusing to wake up. The voice sighs, and says something else that I can’t quite understand.  The shaking continues causing the Eiffel Tower setting to disappear before my eyes leaving only darkness behind.

                “Selina?” says an entirely different voice. And I had a feeling he was nearby not daring to shake me awake like what another voice is still doing. My eyes open and I find myself staring into a pair of brown eyes much like my own.

                “Hello,” I mutter groggily, a small smile on my lips. 

3. Making History

For a better understanding of today's theme go here and scroll to where it says earthquakes. It kind of tells you why the Mirians left, but it won't tell you why they decided to come back. And that is another story I shall write another day. 
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                Selina finds herself back in the control unit with the floor to ceiling windows looking out into the dark space full of stars, planets, and the sorts. It was also, where she spent her first couple of years when she was younger.  Approximately, it was an half an hour till the multitude of star splattered ships landed on the planet they originated. Everything was ready or about as ready as they can ever be. The food that was specially prepared for today is cooling or staying warm in the various assigned chambers. The entertainment was getting ready for their possible debut on Miris. The speech complete sounding very Selina-ish and a bit leader-y. The interior of the ship was a spotless white, almost as white as it was all those years ago when a different leader was on this ship.

                She sighs remembering how she feared the perfectness of everything on this ship. How there was not a stain or scar anywhere. Nothing ever seemed to break or look like it was broken. She smiled a bit as she remembered how happy she used to be whenever she was in this room. The only room she knows of that’s not white or spotless. But since she has taken over the leadership role, various scars have started to form everywhere each one quickly fixed. Only to have it appear again somewhere else. Imperfectness has started to show on this ship and not the yelling kind of imperfectness, the good imperfectness. The flaws that refuse to get fixed no matter what. And she smiles a bit at that, her fear of the ships’ perfectness dwindling into a wine from Earth.

                She takes a small sip of the wine, suppressing some memories of some foolish love. Her eyes look outside into the space beyond full of stars, planets, asteroids, comets, debris, and nothingness. They were trying to look for some familiar landmark. Only landmarks change, especially after about twenty years. She sighs and hopes that they aren’t that far from Miris. The name was achingly familiar though depressing, with gray everywhere, and every manmade item crushed by the wildlife around it. Though will it still be like that when the Mirian’s landed?

                Oh god, I hope not, Selina thinks to herself while taking another sip of wine, then it means that Nature haven’t been particularly creative over the years. She smiles a bit bitterly, remembering Nature taking over causing a war leaving many dead especially the Mirians. Leaving the remaining Mirians to go to Earth, only to have a bunch of trouble start, starting from when the original Mirians got assassinated, to making the new leader Selina make the choice of going back to their home planet, Miris.

                Mutters can be heard behind the closed door leading to the actual control unit with the ship’s navigational tools. Some sound excited others nervous as the minutes start to tick down. Selina smiles and sets down her glass of wine on the table that sits nearby. She takes her folded lilbus from her pocket and quickly unfolds it. Her eyes resting on the numbers in the bottom right corner of her screen ticking down to the supposed landing. She checks her messages each one telling her good luck and to have fun on camera as well as other stuff about the landing. Footsteps can be heard outside the other closed door as the photographers, historians, crew people, and other people of such importance wait to be let in the control unit.

                After pressing a couple of controls on her lilbus the door to the control unit slides open as everyone prepares to take their place. Selina’s heart beats excitedly knowing she’ll be home in just a matter of minutes. After having her makeup redone, her wine removed, and the wire thin microphone quickly fitted and hidden under a layer of makeup, the camera settled up and other matters of importance everyone was ready or as ready as everyone will ever be.

Selina turns around so she’s looking out of the window. The stars now looking achingly familiar that it seems it hasn’t changed at all for the last two decades. Everyone knows it will be a matter of seconds before Miris comes into view. A childlike smile on everyone’s faces that bursts into cheers of joy as the first hint of gray peeps among the purple, white, blue, red, yellow, and orange, and other colors of the universe. The gray steadily grows and bits of brownish-orange can be seen as well. At first confusion grows on everyone’s faces as they see the brownish-orange, but Selina still remains smiling. Recognizing it as the still same old, Miris only with a bit of color added to it.

Once they get closer enough to see the details more clearly, it is in fact the same old Miris. Bits of crumbled buildings can still be seen though plant life is quickly growing over it. Pictures are quickly being taken, words are being written, the whole thing being captured on film, every Mirian waiting to see what their leader’s reaction will be.

“Welcome home,” says Selina a childish smile still on her face. Only this time it is laced with a bit of sadness, as the familiar yet unfamiliar comes into view. Everyone cheers again not noticing the dread that has started to form as each second ticks closer to the landing.

               

             

2. Complicated

                As I sit by my brother’s bed, holding his hand. I feel my web slowly coming undone only to have it tangle on the other end. My original web of thoughts and emotions is now evolving into something else. Something twisted and complicated something that shouldn’t be touched and figured out. So instead of trying to figure out my own web of thoughts and emotions I focus on my brother’s web. And try to consider things from his point of view as Atticus told Scout in To Kill a Mockingbird. But as I try to get into my brother’s complicated mess of lies, secrets, and intentions not worth having. It disgusted me to know that I was even related to him. It also saddened me to know that my only brother turned out this way. Lying in a hospital bed with nothing except for the darkness of his thoughts. Thoughts that are probably trying to think of a way to turn light again. Or thoughts that keep on replaying the last moments of that car crash over and over again. Thoughts that are wondering what has gone wrong, why the owner’s life turned up that way. Or maybe the thoughts and emotions have become too deteriorated by the simple addicting smell of cocaine, and the warming affect of the pee tasting alcohol.

“You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view... Until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it.” (To Kill a Mockingbird)

                My own thoughts play that quote over and over again. Trying to find a way to climb into Sander’s own skin and see what he saw, feel what he felt. It doesn’t work out. I can only see the pale, fragile fourteen-year-old boy in front of me. And the disgusted feeling that comes when I lay my eyes on him. It’s quickly replaced by an empty feeling of all that I’ve lost the past two years. I know I should love him and be supporting of him especially in this critical time of need. Only I can’t feel it, not at all. It’s not in the depth of my bones, nor is it in my soul or my heart. And it’s definitely not in my brain. The love and support I gave him only resides in memories now. Memories showing how close we once were, the happiness we once felt. Memories that are like the stars in the universe, once bright and full of life, now they’re just dead giving the illusion of still being alive.

                “Are you okay?” asks a voice that was most likely one of Sander’s druggies. He must have noticed me sitting besides my brother’s bed holding his cold fingers. He also must of saw the empty look in my eyes as they try to stare at anything that isn’t human or breathing. Or he might have noticed just how wrecked I really am. A girl that’s tangling herself in the webs of others trying to find a way to suffocate from it all and simply die. Or he didn’t notice anything at all just a supposedly worried sister holding her brother’s hand.

                “Are you okay?” repeats the voice. The question hangs in the air being met by the silence. A tear drops as my hand starts to squeeze my brother’s remaining life out of him. Then another and another till it becomes a steady stream. Only I don’t feel sadness all I can feel is disgust, hate, pity, and an undeniable emptiness that has been in my life all along.  The answer to the guy’s question starts to twist and complicate itself into a deadly intricate web having answers that won’t tell anyone including me.

1. Introduction

A new beginning

A new introduction

A new restart

As she attempts to do something challenging again

A sincere apology is on the tip of her tongue

It quickly goes away with the glare of “many”

Followers

Viewers

Readers

Lovers

Haters

Writers

And other people of the sort

“Where were you?”

“Why didn’t you post?”

Etc. etc.

Their yells and accusations drilling holes through her head

As her ears starts to disappear

Words sticking on her tongue but protesting to never come out

So her hands start to do all the work

As she attempts to start anew

Sorry, sorry, sorry

She says over and over again

Let’s make amends?

She says next

“Why?”

They say back

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                I sigh as my brain starts to close up on me again. The word why starts to stare back at me. In its steady, motionless way, teasing me to continue the rest of the poem. Only what poem?

                “All it is is a piece of written junk that people don’t really read,” I say out loud to the empty room. As my voice starts to ring in my ear minutes after I said the words out loud.

                “A piece of junk is what it is. So what’s the point of finishing it and posting it online? Where it’s surely to get ignored by everyone in the blogging atmosphere.”  The question hangs in the air for a minute; the answer obvious in my eyes. My hands quickly type out the last of the words quickly figuring out the answer to my question. “I’m apologizing for my absence no matter how long or short it was… that is there’s anyone left. So sorry?”

                I smile a bit as I finish the poem off with one that might have an affect with the internet people, or most likely just me.

So let’s have an introduction restart, please?

               

A meme

I decided to do a meme for two reasons. 

1) I was bored. 

2) I was curious as to what my characters would do in these situations.

So here are the results which I wrote in story form. 

http://oc-meme-central.livejournal.com/17987.html

5-male 5-female OC meme

Pick ten of your OCs (Original characters) Five males, and five females. 

Males: 

1: Jason Lynch
2: Nate Bellis
3:  Mitchell Hopkins
4:  Marino De Luca
5:  Brackon Lightwing

Females:
 

6: Maria Aurora
7: Angel Hopkins
8: Jinx Ellington
9:  Adele Bellis
10: Beth Dovens

1. [2] finds [7] crying. What does [2] do?

            “One, two, three four-” Nate’s counting got cut off when he heard it. It was the sound of someone sobbing. So he looked up from his shoes and into the wide space that was in front of him. He clammed up a bit when he saw that it was Angel who was crying. And in a way, he is very glad that she hasn’t seen him, but of course, he thinks that Angel doesn’t notices anyone or anything when she’s crying.

            So he takes a deep breath starting to get tired of Angel’s tears being shed. So in a jeering tone he says, “Oh stop crying will ya? You’re going to drown everyone if you don’t stop.” Yet she still keeps on crying, not having had heard him.

2. [1] and [6] are out on a date when [5] spots them. How does [5] react?

It was a nice day down on Redwater Avenue. The sun was shining the water was turquoise not red and it was glittering. The tourists and locals weren’t competing against each other that much and everyone seemed relaxed and content to help each other in nearly anything. A kind of day Brackon Lightwing would walk down the street catching the stares of women and some men as they wonder if he’s single or not. He usually ignored them for his mind was on other stuff. Such as does he look good for his date with his girlfriend and where was the restaurant that they’re meeting each other at.

Finally, after a good fifteen minutes of walking up down the avenue and not finding the restaurant anywhere. He walks into the local diner to ask someone for directions. While being forced to wait while the person was looking up directions on his phone, his eyes started to wonder around the room. Noting that a lot of people were eating the special today and talking about how their summer is going so far. It wasn’t till his eyes stopped on two unlikely people sitting in the back of the room. That his eyes could have bugged out of his face literally. He felt confused and flabbergasted as to why Jason and Maria would be sitting in a booth alone together talking. He always got the feeling that they hated each other for reasons unknown. But they didn’t look like they hated each other at all in fact they were smiling and laughing with each other. In fact, when Jason put his hand on Maria’s shoulder without it being swatted off, Brackon finally knew that they were on a date. Causing the confusion to go away but he still was flabbergasted at the news.

3. [3] walks in when [8] is changing. What happens?

Mitchell needed to go to the bathroom and badly as well. So after excusing himself from the table he quickly went down the hallway full of doors wondering which one was the bathroom. After trying a couple of doors but finding no bathroom. He decided that he couldn’t wait any longer saying to himself that he’ll just pee out the window if he had to. So finding one door that he hasn’t tried yet he twists open the doorknob hoping it was a bathroom. Only to find something else entirely.

Jinx was in the process of changing out of her dirty and slightly bloody work clothes into something cleaner when Mitchell walked in on her. She raises her eyebrows dramatically masking the anger and embarrassment as she quickly put on her shirt. While Mitchell just stands where he is like an idiot, surprised himself and still needing to go pee badly.

“Why are you still here you b*st*rd?” says Jinx angrily nearly on the verge of yelling.

“I uh…” he trails off unsure of how to go on.

“Well have you ever heard of the word privacy?”

“I umm…”

“Get out!”

“I need the bathroom,” he says blushing.

“Well you could have just knocked on my door and asked from out there!” she yells angrily.

“Well how was I supposed to know you were in here?” he says starting to get a bit bitter himself. She sighs deciding it’s useless to yell at him some more though it would be pleasant and a bit therapeutic. So she tells him where the bathroom is. He thanks her glad to finally be getting out of there before walking out the door wondering why he hadn’t done that the first place.

4. [1], [2], [4], [7], and [10] are in a car. What's going on?

Beth: *Listening to music through her iPod while looking out of the window*

Nate: *Looks out of the window his mind planning something*

Jason: *In between Beth and Nate trying to hack into some database on his electronic out of the world device*

Marino: *Driving the car while holding Angel’s hand*

Angel: *Has her head on Marino’s shoulder a lopsided smile on her face* *Not really paying attention to anything around her except for Marino*

Nate: *Notices Angel and Marino holding hands* “Oh look there’s the lovesick couple,” he sneers.

Marino: And what’s so wrong with being lovesick? *Curious*

Jason: It is a bit disgusting. *Still looks down on his screen while saying that*

Nate: It doesn’t make you perform well.

Marino: Have you ever fallen in love?

Nate: … *Doesn’t want to answer*

Marino: Well have you?

Jason: I doubt he has *mutters*

Nate: No, I haven’t fallen in love, but I know for a fact that it doesn’t make you perform well.

Marino: If love really did that we’d all be dead.

Beth: He has a point there; now will you guys shut up Angel’s asleep. *Was half paying attention to the conversation* *Was still looking out the window when she said that*

Angel: *Asleep still having that lopsided smile on her face*

5. [6] walks in on [1] and [9] in a bedroom. What happens?

My feet felt like lead when I was walking up the stairs to the bedrooms. The noise of the party kept on pounding into my head even as I walking farther away from it all. My whole body was sore especially my arms and it felt like a relief once I finally reached the top of the staircase, my legs collapsing beneath me. It was also an added relief that there weren’t much people in the hallway, but then it meant that most of the bedrooms would be occupied. My mind was considering falling asleep out here in the hallway. But I doubt that would last long considering that my snore is pretty loud and it would wake up the others around me that might fall asleep around me later on. So I sigh and grudgingly get up and walk into the nearest bedroom.

The light in the room was turned on revealing that everything in it was white. This also included the two occupants in front of me Jason and Adele. Their clothes were stained and wet, their arms around each other. A guilty look plastered on both of their sweaty red faces as they find themselves caught in a (drunk?) make out session. As silence starts to envelope as all as I simply stare at them.

“Um… hi Maria,” says Adele in a slightly hoarse voice.

“Hello,” I say back in a fake cheerful voice to hide the hurt that’s building inside. Jason just remains quiet his eyes looking away from me. Adele notices and exchanges a couple of words with him.

Then, “Hello,” he says in a low voice.

“Hello,” I say back the cheerfulness stuck to me like glue. As another silence starts to follow my words. I wonder if he even remembered the date that we had a while back at the diner. And he apparently had for he still won’t look up at me.

“Jason was um comforting me. Depression and all that never really letting go of you,” Adele says giving a small nervous giggle.

“Yeah, that seems nice of him. I’m… going to bed, good night you two,” I say taking a couple of steps backwards before closing the door my heart beating painfully. Maybe sleeping out in the hallway isn’t such a bad idea after all.

6. While [3], [5], and [10] are cleaning, they find a photo book full of embarrassing pics of [2]. What happens?

It was spring cleaning time in the little town of Dexterton. Everyone and everything were cleaned spotless in hopes that Mayor Stacy will be happy, and hopefully not punish them if one thing went uncleaned. Especially in one townhouse, as the people that lived there, bustled in and out of doorways caring useless crap with them to throw away.

A guy named Brackon was just coming inside after having thrown away a particularly heavy television set not needing help from anyone… well just needing help of one other person named Mitchell. Beth stopped the vacuum to tell Mitchell to go clean out the rest of the closet and told Brackon to throw away the garbage bag, before restarting it again. Each of them doing what they were supposed to do. Each one was silent while they were doing it. It wasn’t until when Brackon has just came back that Mitchell comes out of the closet with a look of gleeful joy his hand holding a photo album of Nate’s.

“Guys look,” he says holding the photo album out. Beth stops the vacuum to see what he was holding, a look of curiosity in her eyes.

“Huh why would Nate have one of his photo albums out here?” she says. All of them fully knowing that he usually keeps his albums in his room.

“Maybe it has some hidden love letters in it,” says Brackon in a joking tone.

“Let’s see,” says Mitchell opening it. Beth and Brackon lean in on either side of Mitchell wondering what could be in it. They start to laugh seeing a bunch of embarrassing pictures of Nate. There was one of him naked as a baby in a bathtub full of dog toys, another one of him burying his head in Santa’s chest tears leaking out, and others of the sort. They kept on laughing even after they looked through it once, or a couple of times. Their cheeks were flushed a smile on their faces as thoughts of blackmail starts to crowd their mind once they finally finished laughing.

7. [8] and [4] are playing a video game. Who wins?

“You’re going down De Luca,” says Jinx maneuvering her car away from the upcoming trouble on the screen.

“It’s barely started and you’re just saying that?” Marino says smiling a bit trying to make his on-screen car catch up with hers.

“What? We both know it’s true, and plus it’s kind of obvious that you suck at video games.”

“Is it really?” he says a bit embarrassed.

“Yes, now shut up and just race.” He did what she told him, his fingers stumbling over the controls. He was trying to make his car catch up with hers which would always last for a second or two for her car always speeding ahead of his. Finally, when he made it past his fifth lap, her car was zooming past him already on its last lap. It expertly maneuvered a pair of spikes that was in its way before speeding to the finishing line. A cheer erupting from her mouth causing poor Marino to silently sulk in his loss.

8. [9], [7], [1], [2], and [6] are having a race. Who would win?

It was a clear day and boring day in the Dexterton Park as Adele, Angel, Jason, Nate and Maria sat under a tree. All of them very bored and a bit hyper from the million cups of coffee they had earlier.

“Anyone wants to go shopping?” suggested Adele.

“That sounds nice,” says Maria sighing a bit, thinking of that certain purse.

“Sounds fun,” says Angel, wanting very badly to get that strapless black dress.

“No,” says Jason and Nate at the same time.

“Fine shopping is out of the order, what do you guys suggest that we do?” says Adele wanting to please everyone.

“Not lay around,” says Jason.

“Talk perhaps?” says Angel.

“Have a random race?” asks Nate.

“Sure sounds nice,” says Maria not really caring either way. Everyone else nods or saying yeah, all wanting to get rid of the jitteriness inside of their bodies. So they quickly stand up and approve of the finishing line (the slide that was in the distance) and lined up.

“One,” says Nate.

“Two,” says Angel.

“Three,” says Jason. And off they went, their feet pounding the grass, as they ran to the slide. In about ten strides Jason, finishes first with Maria just close behind him. Then came, Nate who was trying hard to quell the nausea has suddenly came, and then Adele a hand on her side. The only one missing was Angel who appears to have stopped in the middle of the field picking the daisies that has grown there.

9. [10] kisses [3] in front of [8]. What happens?

It was a stormy Saturday night, and no one had anything to do so they decided to play a game of truth or dare to pass the time.

“Oh come on, it’s a dare Beth you have to kiss Mitchell,” says Jinx a bit impatient.

“And if I don’t want to kiss him?” asks Beth in a questioning tone.

“It’s either that or kiss my naked ass in front of him. In fact, since it appears that you’re not going to kiss Mitchell, do you want me to take off-”

“Either way it’s not fair for me,” mutters Mitchell in a too quiet voice.

“Whoa, whoa, fine I’ll kiss Mitchell in front of you, happy now?” says Beth not really wanting to kiss someone’s butt. Jinx just smirks a delightful glee in her eyes happy.

“You know I’m right here,” says Mitchell.

“Yeah, yeah we know. Now get on with it Beth, you know we don’t have all day.” Beth sighs wondering why she even agreed to play this game as she turns to Mitchell. He turns a bit towards her wanting to get this over quickly. Apparently so does she, for she closes her eyes and leans into him putting her lips up to his. He also closes his eyes letting her lean into him and kiss him her lips feeling soft under his. After about a second or two, she takes her lips off of his, a disgusted look on her face as she wipes off her mouth. Mitchell looks away blushing a bit, an odd feeling growing in the pit of his stomach.

“Woo hoo!” yells Jinx laughing a bit wishing she had videotaped the whole thing.

10. [1] and [6] are now tagging four people to do this meme. Who do they tag?

(There was no list by the way)

Jason and Maria were uploading pictures onto their boss’s facebook. Once finished they were now ordered to tag four people. So without really looking at the list of people, he just took the first and last person that was on it.

Juliet from APurple Sky and eshy from eshyletters

While Maria took her time and choose, two people whom she saw fit.

Teitay from Sweetpeapanda and Katie from Not At All Stupid

Gone:

A story for a figment daily theme thing.
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Aubrey: Mama is going to kill me if she sees all this sand everywhere. What happened you guys? Please don’t tell me the dog did it.
Sanders: What do you mean?! It’s obvious what happened!
Lina: No it isn’t
Sanders: Yes it is!
Lina: How is it obvious then?
Sanders: The – the… it just is!
Aubrey: Stop the yelling Sanders
Sanders: I’m not yelling!
Lina: It’s obvious he is.
Aubrey: Um yeah you are.
Sanders: No, I’m no-
Sanders: Okay fine, I may have raised my voice a little bit.
Lina: The Sand guy actually admitted it le gasp.
Sanders: I told you my name is Sanders not-
Aubrey: Don’t yell this time please?
Sanders: I wasn’t going to yell.
Lina: Yeah sure he was.
Aubrey: And Lina please stop talking, it’s obvious you’re going to push him over the edge soon if you keep on talking.
Lina: I was just pointing out the obvious not pushing him over the edge.
Sanders: Yeah, sure, just wait until a few more minutes Lina, then I’ll really be over the edge.
Aubrey: Guys…
Lina: By then I’m going to be running, Sanders. And everyone knows you can’t catch up to me esp-
Aubrey: Guys…
Sanders: Esp, what Lina?
 Aubrey: Guys!
Lina: Yeah, Aubrey, what’s wrong that it demands our utmost attention?
Sanders: Oh dear god
Lina: Wait, what happened?
Sanders: Look-
Aubrey:  Straight-
Sanders: Ahead-
Aubrey:  Of you
Sanders: If you must know Lina
Lina: Is that? It is! It’s Papa Berto!
Lina: Papa Berto!!
Aubrey:  Don’t go towards him!
Sanders: Lina!
Aubrey:  We’re in huge trouble aren’t we?
Sanders: We’re not…
Aubrey:  Well I didn’t mean right now.
Sanders: But we should...
Aubrey:  Yeah, come on.
Sanders: Damn is she training for the Olympics or something?
Aubrey:  It’s not to make jokes right now Sanders. We’ve got to get her back, before, before-
Sanders: Yeah, Yeah I know before that Papa Berto guy gets her and do some pretty terrible stuff. Now come on, we’ll catch up with her.
Aubrey:  Thanks, I guess.
Sanders:  That’s what your Prince Charming does, Little Red Riding Hood.
Aubrey:  I’m not red … Am I?
Sanders: Sure you aren’t .
Aubrey:  Oh Sanders
Sanders: What? Not enjoying our chasing chat?
Aubrey:  No, it’s not that. It’s…
Sanders: It’s what Aubrey?
Aubrey:  It’s nothing, just something petty.
Sanders: It’s not petty Aubrey, I’m pretty sure it’s important especially coming from you.
Aubrey:  Well…
Sanders: You’ve known me for a long time, and I’ve never degraded you for anything have I?
Aubrey:  Pretty big word for a Prince Charming
Sanders: Aubrey really?
Aubrey:  Well… I should have told her Sanders. I should have, she deserves to know the truth. She deserves to know what has happened when…
Sanders: Aubrey?! Aubrey?! God dammit Aubrey, you shouldn’t have fainted right now, not when we’re chasing after your sister. And trying to save from the mistake she’s making right now.
Aubrey:  H-h-h
Sanders: Aubrey? Aubrey? Are you actually crying right now? You know, I wasn’t really irrigated at you for fainting just… w-
Aubrey:  H-h-he
Sanders: He what? Are you going to wake up all the way to tell me? Or do I have to go get some bath salts?
Aubrey:  Oh Sanders.
Sanders: Oh Sanders what?
Aubrey:  … H-h-he already got… her.
Sanders: Say that again?
Aubrey:  We’re already too late, Sanders! To… late.
Sanders: W-we are? Oh we are. Well I’m sorry but we’ll get her. After all that’s what the heroine and hero always does: rescue people. We will get her, I-I promise.
Aubrey:  But, but…
Sanders: But what, Aubrey?
Aubrey:  But what if the heroine didn’t want the hero to help! What if she just wanted him to go away! What if the heroine told the hero it was his fault in the first place with his nonstop blabbering always slowing them down! What if she wants him out of her life for good, because of him making one mistake too many!  What if?!
Sanders: Then… I guess the hero will dust himself off and leave the heroine alone. Goodbye Aubrey, don’t bother telling me if you find your sister again. Since it’s so obvious that the heroine doesn’t need the hero in her life anymore.
Aubrey:  What if?

Fear

Today's story~

                I was scared and alone in the unfamiliar room. Everything including my brain ached, but it was mostly my heart. I was starting to regret the choice of telling Nathanial to go home because it wasn’t his fight, or even his problem to deal with. It was mine. Little did I know that when I took him to this time period with me, which it was every much as his problem, as it is mine. Just thinking about Nathanial made my heart twist uncomfortably, as I realize he won’t come back ever again. And I have to get out of this place, before, before they do anything this place, somehow making it out of this place without him, which might be impossible.

                I groan, and close my eyes trying to keep the flood of memories from enclosing in on me. There was possibly every kind of knife and gun in the whole world in this room, filed with countless other of torture weapon that you can think of. I was scared, feeling it in my very bones. I was afraid that the weapons were going to turn in on m, regardless if they were handled with invisible hands or not. And the first was most likely that cleaved half moon blade shining carefully in its ceiling post, which was just over my neck.

                I was going to die, with no way of getting Little Mercy back, or even finding out where Nathanial is. My memories were all of what’s going to be left of me. Memories of where I try to avoid the knives and other pointy stuff thrown by Little Nate.  And little by little, the cuts were turning worse and worse, and a bit bloodier, and bloodier. Memories of where I can hear Little Mercy screaming in pain, from unknown dangers as well as the constant danger. And the memory of that simple little kiss that Nathanial gave me before he walked out of my life forever.

                I can feel the tears falling down, and I close my eyes, breathing in and out, steadily trying to calm my breathing. I waited each second, waiting for the blade to come down. Darkness was all I can see, and all I will see. I wondered what mother and father will look like once I’m in their arms again. Would they still be happy, to see me, would they also be sad to realize that Little Mercy and Nate aren’t with me? Random thoughts were just rolling in my mind, till I heard a faint sound. Footsteps. 

Another Adele story (Wed.'s story)

This is probably going to be an Adele week, because her story is mostly what I can think about this week. Well here it is.

                I was tired and I know I should go back to the a-part-mint, but I couldn’t. I just had to find out what has happened to Little Mercy and Nate, at least for a little while longer. Or else, I might not get to know what really happened back then, and if I didn’t then it means that I can’t change the future properly. There will still be slaves, and… I shake my head forcing myself to pay attention. One more chapter, I thought to myself, and then I’m done for the night.

                During the 1860’s, it was a time of…

                I black out, sleep finally catching up to my tired body. I wake up sometime later, my body feeling as if it was floating through the clouds. I open an eye to see where I was, wondering if I’ll see the odd swirls on the ceiling. Only it wasn’t the swirls that I wasn’t looking at it was skin, white skin, very familiar white skin. I see Tucker’s Adam’s apple bob up and down nervously as he must have realized that I woke up. He looked down at me, and I smile at him.

“I’m awake so, you know you can put me down now,” I say suddenly feeling a bit squirmy about being carried around like an infant.

“What not even a hello first?” he says chuckling nervously, complying with my command.

“Thank you,” I say feeling a bit wobbly when my feet touch the sidewalk, Tucker’s hand on the small of my back, keeping me steady. I look around the cold harvest day, the wind blowing softly around me. I shivered, must have forgetting my jacket back at his place. Memories started to come back to me, as I remembered my past. Memories that will take a while to settle back into place, in this smoke filled city.

“You’re welcome, and here,” says Tucker quickly putting his jacket onto my shoulders. I smile appreciatively, and allow him to take me to his fast moving, station wagon. As I start to distract myself, as to why they call it a station wagon anyways, if it doesn’t actually look like one. It was a quite walk full of the usual city noise, once we reach it; he opens my door for me. I pause before going in, unsure of something.

“What scared of the ghosts that reside in it?” he says in a joking manner. I flinch, tears gathering in my eyes.

“I’m sorry, Adele it was a joke,” he says hurriedly, concern cornering his voice.

“I-It’s okay, and…” I pause unsure of what to say, “And thank you for everything.” I quickly get into the car before he sees the teardrop on my cheek.