Fukong Life: I Have To Go To the BathroomIt’s pretty obvious by this point just how sick my sister was as a kid. Super sick. The various doctors she was sent to all had different diagnoses as well. First it was cancer then when proven it wasn’t cancer there was a long list of different diagnoses that I’m not even going to try to pronounce. Inevitably they always defaulted back to cancer when they couldn’t prove what her actual illness was.Fukong Life: I Have To Go To the Bathroom11 hours ago in Sketches More Like This
Part of the weird thing about Sam’s illness was it only really got bad in the springtime and lasted about midway through summer. She had small bouts during fall and winter, but nothing like how bad it was in the spring.
I think it was about age seven that it got even worse. She was so sick that my mom was taking her to the hospital on a weekly basis. Sometimes daily just for testing. During one of these tests, Samantha’s hair had become so tangled in the various wires and tubes attached to her that the nurse just cut off her beautiful fairy tale locks wit
List of Races in Kasai-Bing???List of Races in Kasai-Bing15 hours ago in Sketches More Like This
"There are many different types, they represent many different things. They created the world and keep it alive. Don't underestimate them, they're the most powerful creatures in the past, present and future."
"The represent emotions, feelings, states of mind. They live in a secret realm not even gods can venture to."
"A number expresses their strength, wisdom, or both."
"Everyone always think that Fallen Creatures can't rise, even though Risen Creatures can fall. But when you fall, you can rise again, so who says that's true?"
"Once, giant creatures roamed this world. These are their offspring, mechanical wonders. Scientist still try to found out their origin."
"They don't sparkle but they don't burn either."
Otro cuerpo: PrologoMe costaba mantener el equilibrio y caminar correctamente, habían pasado casi 100 años desde que tuve que sostener tanto peso sobre mis pies, los cuales ahora eran enormes comparados con los que antes tenía, pero mínimos en comparación con el resto de mi cuerpo… era extraño.Otro cuerpo: Prologo2 hours ago in Sketches More Like This
Ya que caminaba lentamente y con la vista al suelo no me percataba de cualquier obstáculo que pudiese tener al frente, estaba muy ocupado intentando no caerme y tropezar como un infante en sus primeros años de vida, no me percate de cuando Taxidermo detuvo su caminata, apenas y note cuando mi rostro se encontró con su larga espalda cubierta con ese lúgubre y negro traje suyo, muy similar al mío.
—Lo lamento…— dije dando un torpe paso atrás, no quería avergonzarme enfrente de nadie, especialmente enfrente de la persona que hizo posible el que pudiera tener mi cuerpo devuelta.
—No tiene porque, señor Ragamuffin, ha pas
The ChoiceA/N: I don't own any products you may or may not recognize, nor any companies and Lord forbid if I claimed to own George Eastman.The Choice7 hours ago in Sketches More Like This
I was sitting in a place in my own mind, a dusty, abandoned bar out in a wild West ghost town somewhere thinking about my choice. My companion of over seven years was nearing her end and I was looking at replacements. I was sick of it and wished there was something to drink at the bar of the non alcoholic variety. My beloved reached for my hand with her palsied one and I took it, holding it in mine and never wanting to let go. She smiled at me, her eyes rheumy with age and her face a patchwork of fine lines and I'd never thought she was as beautiful as at that moment.
A sleek black car pulled up outside and a stunningly beautiful woman stepped out dressed in an Armani suit and Vera Wang heels. She gave me a winning smile and came into the bar. "They don't have an expresso machine here?" She asked and sighed. "You may call me Ms. N. I'm your obvio
Spirit of the Hood pt. 2Sunlight shone on Nigel’s face.Spirit of the Hood pt. 29 hours ago in Sketches More Like This
Nigel rolled over and buried his face in a pillow.
Pillow? Nigel’s head jerked up. Where’d that come from? From the bed, which he was lying on.
Nigel’s head zoomed around wondering the next automatic question, ‘where was Zack?’
The bed on the other side of the room was empty and the sheets were all messed up. Zack wasn’t in the room and that made Nigel nervous. He jumped out of the bed sending sheets flying into the air, and barged out of the door. Ran down the stairs by two’s and slid into the kitchen.
Zack was sitting at the table. A plate in front of him and a fork half raised to his open mouth. He was frozen in his seat, staring wide eyed at Nigel who stared back.
Zack let out a long breathe “Jeez Nigel.” he said “You nearly gave me a heart attack.”
“Oh,” Nigel said “Sorry.”
Zack took a bite “derfooferder” he mumble through the