Project Years: Latte, A Teaser
Licorice rolled over, sulking. He hated days like today, when it was rainy and cold. They were so boring, and there was never anything to do.
"Carameeeelllllll, wake uuuup..." He gave his companion a little nudge, only to be pulled into bed.
"Shut up. It's Saturday - let me sleep while I can." Licorice sighed, bored. He wrapped his arms around the wolf, nuzzling into him. He was rewarded by Caramel's arms around his waist. They lay there together, until Licorice couldn't take it anymore.
"Come ON, let's DO something. At least get up and shower." Caramel growled lowly, but got out of bed slowly. He blinked around in the dull light and rose to make some coffee.
After a simple breakfast of coffee and eggs, they curled back up on Caramel's bed. Licorice helped him out of his shirt and kissed his chest. A low moan escaped his partner, followed by a small growl.
"Don't be a tease. What's wrong with cuddling, anyway?" Licorice pulled him close, leaning the wolf's head on his shoulder and hold
The Black Parade part 1The EndThe Black Parade part 18 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The heart monitor beeped quietly, telling Patient he was still alive.
Patient moaned. He was dying. He knew he was. No matter how many times the doctors told him he was gonna make it, he saw it in their eyes.
The beeping got louder and faster. Patient gasped in pain as his heart froze. The cancer had finally won. After years of fighting, his body was giving up.
*BEEP* Patient was going
Patient felt himself leave his body. He hovered over the room, watching the doctors and nurses try to bring him back. He looked at his still body.
'I look so peaceful' he thought. A ghost of a smile flickered over his face then a tear rolled down his cheek. No one was there with him. No family to say goodbye to. He died alone. More tears followed. As he cried 5 hooded figures floated over to him on a red float. Patient wheeled round to face it.
"Come" said the figure at the front of the float "We have a long journey ahead o
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As they drove on Patient started to hear drumming. He looked at the drum kit but no-one was playing.
"Where's that sound coming from?" he asked, walking to the front of the float.
"Your next memory" the figures answered as one. Patient looked out at the memory and gasped in delight.
Tall figures dressed in green marched past, towering over him. Confetti fell like multicoloured rain. His father squeezed the young Patient's hand and pointed out the float. Patient giggled and jumped up and down. The portal shimmered. Patient and his father were lost. Patient spotted a man lying in a gutter, one of his legs at a funny angle. He was sobbing in pain. The young boy looked up at his father and pulled some coins out of his pocket. Patient walked over to the man and handed him the small amount of money. The man clutched them to his chest as though they were priceless gold.
"Bless you, Boy" The man muttered to him. Patient smiled at him sadly and ran ba
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let's walk together,
just a little longer.
Ghost painSwain's leg picked the worst morning to become alive again, the noxian commander woke up with a foreign feeling, something he wasn't used to feel. Slowly he tried to sit in the corner of the bed on his tent, grabbing tightly his leg , mumbling curses at it.Ghost pain3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He never felt pain, but the doctors told him about something called "the ghost pain", a special kind that made him feel it even if there wasn't anything there anymore. Swain looked around for his clothes and grabbed his cane to help him get up, he had to endure this, there was no way such a stupid reason would stop him from doing what he loves to.
With slow movements, trying to ignore the pain, he got dressed, adjusting his armor tightly around his chest, looking at his only trustful companion, Beatrice. The six eyed raven was looking at him from the corner, maybe worried about the expression that his owner had this morning. Once Swain was ready she flew and settled on his shoulder,nuzzling his head against his.