The Sohma Family: Still Not an Adult.A lamp is switched on. The room, a white box, outside people working, moving. Coming and going, but the people inside... Well it was a fight. Questions sent no answers told. The older of the two rubbing his eyes once more.The Sohma Family: Still Not an Adult.2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Miss. Nakamura, I'm divorced, you'd think you'd have some facts."
"Not many people I question were married when they were thirteen. Forgive me."
The man flipped through the file he had ignoring the purple haired girls laugh.
"Yo, can I leave now."
She pulled at her cuffs, leaving her stuck to her chair.
"Are you going to attack me again?"
The girl shrugged, looking at him with a smirk.
"Let me go, you'll find out."
"So that's a no, why so hostile you haven't even been charged yet?"
"I don't like cops and I don't like you."
"Your friends like me."
"Was one of them the cunt that ratted me out!?"
The girl stood the chair skidding down her arms. The force causing scrapes to show on her skin.
"Can't give you that information.. sorry."
He notice marks around h
Love?Happiness is something that comes into our lives through doors we don't even remember leaving open.Love?12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
A/N: Chronologically set after Chapter 6: Number One. I know I said I would try to stay in order but that sorta didn't happen after all. At least I tried. ^_^;
Children never charmed her. As far as she was concerned kids, more so babies, were nothing more than a distraction and a nuisance. Noisy ones at that. They were simply wailing little brats that, at the end of the day, were nothing but in the way. Incapable of taking care of themselves babies required constant supervision and care, both of which Emma had no time for. If she was to continue her life as a ruthless mercenary she shouldn't have found herself distracted by trivial things such as infantile bothers. Children would gain her no advantage in her profession. They were an utter waste of her space and, more importantly, her time.
So as she glowered at the toddler sitting on
Backstory - MotherSummary - The first time Matokai encountered death had been at only eight years old. And while she had always known there was something wrong with her mother, it hadn’t clicked until then as to what was actually going on.Backstory - Mother14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Matokai’s voice echoed through the empty corridors of their home. Releasing her brother’s smaller hand, she pressed her index finger against his lips as she stepped out of the entrance way. Like he did every day, Caleb waited patiently in the doorway until his sister gave the clear to come in.
Leaving her shoes on the eight year old crept towards the halls, peaking through the open doors for any sign of her mother. Her tanned palm pressed against the cold wood of the kitchen door and as she pushed it open, just wide enough to step in, her eyes landed on the crumpled figure of her mother at the table.
Taking care to avoid the glass shards scattered across the tile flooring Matokai slowly walked towards her mother, always stay
A While Away I looked up from the letter that had arrived in the mail and blinked back tears. My son had not made it. They didn’t have enough oxygen and the crew thought it would be better to die quick instead of slow. They had exploded that ship. I closed my eyes and leaned back in my chair. Images flew behind my eyelids until it settled on my Grandfather.A While Away15 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was sent to Mars because German scientists thought they found a type of bacteria that could cure cancer. He had only told me the story once, but I never forgot.
The Britain made the ship and we crazy Americans flew it. Grandfather was the pilot and the one to get the samples. He had an engineer with him too, but on the day before the flight, his partner caught swine flu and couldn’t go. Grandfather had shook his head told me he'd said he was going whether they wanted him to or not.
His brother, only ten, had heart cancer and had an estimated week left…enough time for Grandf