Tic
Time passes quickly, the hazey figures from the past fade like sand. Your born, bạn grow and learn. Then bạn die.
Toc
Donny laid his bed, letting the phút pass on by. His dark brown hair scrabbled across his face, looking at the ceiling. He hated it. Life. What he had done with himself.
Sure, he had a job, a house, a pet and an adopted kid. But he hated almost everything else. Sometimes he wished he could go back, restart the clock, and remake himself. But he couldn't. Life was stupid. Life was unfair. Granted, if he wasn't so shy he might have had fun in high school. Maybe if he wasn't shy, they wouldn't call him a freak, a nobody, gay.
He covered his eyes with his hands. Gay. That hurt the most. He never got a girl. And he sure didn't get a guy.
Diomedes was a năm younger than him. He was 19, tall, black-and-red haired.
Donny wished he could lie like him. Fake emotions like that fool. Fake a smile when everything hurt like a stab from a knife.
He took it back almost instantly. He understood Dio's problems, he really did. He was bullied as a kid and spent most of middle school in the hospital due to an accident.
Dio tried to act tough, but Donny could tell it was a lie most of the time. Dio tried hard not to need help others. Ah, that stubborn cousin.
Donny gave him credit though. He knew something about Dio, so personal he dared never to speak of it. Ever.
Kitty claws soon covered his stomach. Letting out a 'meow' the tiny kitten made its way to his face, covering him in kitty kisses. A sign he'd come to know as "Hey, feed me,".
Flinging the cat across the room he stands and dresses himself. He had an giờ for work, and still had to take the kid to school.
Storming into the room across the hall, he leaned over the bed. "Hey, Con. You're gonna be late for school again." He whispered into the large, rabbit ears.
Conner's ear twitched at the sudden sound of Donny. He groaned at the thought of another ngày of school. He went yesterday, and the ngày before, why did he have to suffer another ngày of jail?
The older male stood, his tall, rather slim, self up. "I'll make breakfast. Brush your teeth and hair... And put on some decent clothes." He told him, looking at his bare body
Conner's mind stuttered for a moment, and looked down. Bright red, he threw a cái gối, gối at Donny, letting a "get out" yell.
cái gối, gối thrown in his face, he ran down stairs before the sách came next.
. . .
The smell of bánh xèo, bánh kếp filled the house within minutes. Conner hopped on the rail of the stairs, letting himself fall, swirling around the rail and down, soon making his way to the kitchen.
Grabbing a pancake from the stack and plopping it into his mouth, he packed some for lunch for later. Sometimes it surprised Donny that this boy was once an orphan, how he had to defend himself on the streets if need be.
Donny remembered stubbling across Conner's room in the hospital. Conner had been beaten in the streets and stuck in a coma for some time.
Tossing the backpack to the rabbit, Donny grabbed the keys to the car.
. . .
Time passes quickly, the hazey figures from the past fade like sand. Your born, bạn grow and learn. Then bạn die.
Toc
Donny laid his bed, letting the phút pass on by. His dark brown hair scrabbled across his face, looking at the ceiling. He hated it. Life. What he had done with himself.
Sure, he had a job, a house, a pet and an adopted kid. But he hated almost everything else. Sometimes he wished he could go back, restart the clock, and remake himself. But he couldn't. Life was stupid. Life was unfair. Granted, if he wasn't so shy he might have had fun in high school. Maybe if he wasn't shy, they wouldn't call him a freak, a nobody, gay.
He covered his eyes with his hands. Gay. That hurt the most. He never got a girl. And he sure didn't get a guy.
Diomedes was a năm younger than him. He was 19, tall, black-and-red haired.
Donny wished he could lie like him. Fake emotions like that fool. Fake a smile when everything hurt like a stab from a knife.
He took it back almost instantly. He understood Dio's problems, he really did. He was bullied as a kid and spent most of middle school in the hospital due to an accident.
Dio tried to act tough, but Donny could tell it was a lie most of the time. Dio tried hard not to need help others. Ah, that stubborn cousin.
Donny gave him credit though. He knew something about Dio, so personal he dared never to speak of it. Ever.
Kitty claws soon covered his stomach. Letting out a 'meow' the tiny kitten made its way to his face, covering him in kitty kisses. A sign he'd come to know as "Hey, feed me,".
Flinging the cat across the room he stands and dresses himself. He had an giờ for work, and still had to take the kid to school.
Storming into the room across the hall, he leaned over the bed. "Hey, Con. You're gonna be late for school again." He whispered into the large, rabbit ears.
Conner's ear twitched at the sudden sound of Donny. He groaned at the thought of another ngày of school. He went yesterday, and the ngày before, why did he have to suffer another ngày of jail?
The older male stood, his tall, rather slim, self up. "I'll make breakfast. Brush your teeth and hair... And put on some decent clothes." He told him, looking at his bare body
Conner's mind stuttered for a moment, and looked down. Bright red, he threw a cái gối, gối at Donny, letting a "get out" yell.
cái gối, gối thrown in his face, he ran down stairs before the sách came next.
. . .
The smell of bánh xèo, bánh kếp filled the house within minutes. Conner hopped on the rail of the stairs, letting himself fall, swirling around the rail and down, soon making his way to the kitchen.
Grabbing a pancake from the stack and plopping it into his mouth, he packed some for lunch for later. Sometimes it surprised Donny that this boy was once an orphan, how he had to defend himself on the streets if need be.
Donny remembered stubbling across Conner's room in the hospital. Conner had been beaten in the streets and stuck in a coma for some time.
Tossing the backpack to the rabbit, Donny grabbed the keys to the car.
. . .
Memorandum: Re: St. Christoph's Square
To: Achio Noch
From: Gallancy Torren Oceanius
>But why not?
>
>Well......
>Diabo? He'd kill me for not being Nimean.
>Arty? She'd probably just throw paint at me.
>Nate would send bees at me.
>Tydus would hold me for ransom.
>Estill is the personality of a *SPOILERS FOR ANYONE đọc DOES NOT COMPUTE*
>Do bạn REALLY expect me to SURVIVE? Even in Taetoro?
>
>..... Maybe not for LOOONG....
>
>Exactly.
>
>So, you're NOT coming?
>
> *facepalm*
To: Achio Noch
From: Gallancy Torren Oceanius
>But why not?
>
>Well......
>Diabo? He'd kill me for not being Nimean.
>Arty? She'd probably just throw paint at me.
>Nate would send bees at me.
>Tydus would hold me for ransom.
>Estill is the personality of a *SPOILERS FOR ANYONE đọc DOES NOT COMPUTE*
>Do bạn REALLY expect me to SURVIVE? Even in Taetoro?
>
>..... Maybe not for LOOONG....
>
>Exactly.
>
>So, you're NOT coming?
>
> *facepalm*
My first story, so, if bạn wanna make suggestions, post of a diễn đàn ill make in a bit.
The old streets eminated of fossil fuels burning, roadkill and sadness. The ally was scattered with boxes, empty glass bottles and pieces of old news paper. In the distance, a siren went off and chó yipped to eachother in thier own language. The streets felt cold and filled with the sorrow of the people around.
My body felt cold as ice. I longed to be warm and safe. I wished I had some money to get something to eat, but who would listen to a stray? No one. I curled up in a ball, attempting to get warm, as I drifted into a small rest.
I worried if the wrong person would find me here in this ally, alone in this cold, dark allyway. I dismissed this worry and held the arms of false hope, whispering false facts into my freezing ears.
I believed the false hope's bitterly cold arms were a sign I was alive.
The old streets eminated of fossil fuels burning, roadkill and sadness. The ally was scattered with boxes, empty glass bottles and pieces of old news paper. In the distance, a siren went off and chó yipped to eachother in thier own language. The streets felt cold and filled with the sorrow of the people around.
My body felt cold as ice. I longed to be warm and safe. I wished I had some money to get something to eat, but who would listen to a stray? No one. I curled up in a ball, attempting to get warm, as I drifted into a small rest.
I worried if the wrong person would find me here in this ally, alone in this cold, dark allyway. I dismissed this worry and held the arms of false hope, whispering false facts into my freezing ears.
I believed the false hope's bitterly cold arms were a sign I was alive.
Once upon a time, Tydus, Torren, Mef and Zanehorn were in the magical land of đậu phụng, đậu phộng bơ when Zanehorn had an idea.
'LETS ALL WEAR đậu phụng, đậu phộng bơ =D' he yelled.
Torren jumped into the đậu phụng, đậu phộng bơ and hugged Tydus tightly, eventually asphixiatining him and causing his demise.
Then Zanehhorn ran around with only đậu phụng, đậu phộng bơ on while Torren and Mef threw Sô cô la at each other.
Tydus' dead body was re-animated bởi a đậu phụng, đậu phộng demon and he attacked everyone yelling 'TROLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLORAEG!!!!!!!!!!'
Mef ate Tydus and resumed throwing things at Torren and Zanehorn remained covered while making out with Seuris in a corner.
And Tydus was watching down from Heaven, talking to St. Micheal.
Tydus pointed to Torren. 'He's my brother (3' he said.
'And you're proud of that?' Micheal asked.
'Not really,' đã đưa ý kiến Tydus going back to eat some andy clouds'
'LETS ALL WEAR đậu phụng, đậu phộng bơ =D' he yelled.
Torren jumped into the đậu phụng, đậu phộng bơ and hugged Tydus tightly, eventually asphixiatining him and causing his demise.
Then Zanehhorn ran around with only đậu phụng, đậu phộng bơ on while Torren and Mef threw Sô cô la at each other.
Tydus' dead body was re-animated bởi a đậu phụng, đậu phộng demon and he attacked everyone yelling 'TROLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLORAEG!!!!!!!!!!'
Mef ate Tydus and resumed throwing things at Torren and Zanehorn remained covered while making out with Seuris in a corner.
And Tydus was watching down from Heaven, talking to St. Micheal.
Tydus pointed to Torren. 'He's my brother (3' he said.
'And you're proud of that?' Micheal asked.
'Not really,' đã đưa ý kiến Tydus going back to eat some andy clouds'
Neptun frowned at the bottom of the sea, hating the Old One.
He was cursed to be confined to the sea, all because the Old One was afraid.
Neptun was at the bottom of the sea because he was in tình yêu with his sister Siria. The Old One knew it was mutual, and knew of a prophecy saying a newborn from the Few would overthrow him, and seperated the two.
"SIRIA! WE SHALL BE TOGETHER!"
He received no news at the bottom of the sea, and had no knowledge that his Mother was with child.
So he was determined that the child that overthrew the Old One would be his and Siria's.
Neptun was near ready for bed, when he saw a sword appear before him. Followed bởi a vision.
(pretend this is italics) Neptun drove the sword victoriously through the Pyramis of the Old One.
He saw his life as he desired it.
With Siria.
(nu longer italics)
"Yes," đã đưa ý kiến Neptun. "This is what I desire."
Neptun grabbed the sword and swam to his lâu đài to prepare.
He was cursed to be confined to the sea, all because the Old One was afraid.
Neptun was at the bottom of the sea because he was in tình yêu with his sister Siria. The Old One knew it was mutual, and knew of a prophecy saying a newborn from the Few would overthrow him, and seperated the two.
"SIRIA! WE SHALL BE TOGETHER!"
He received no news at the bottom of the sea, and had no knowledge that his Mother was with child.
So he was determined that the child that overthrew the Old One would be his and Siria's.
Neptun was near ready for bed, when he saw a sword appear before him. Followed bởi a vision.
(pretend this is italics) Neptun drove the sword victoriously through the Pyramis of the Old One.
He saw his life as he desired it.
With Siria.
(nu longer italics)
"Yes," đã đưa ý kiến Neptun. "This is what I desire."
Neptun grabbed the sword and swam to his lâu đài to prepare.