Crashing through cloudsStrictly speaking, Marie Kanker really didn't think of herself as an emotional person.Crashing through clouds2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This might seem laughable, but to her, she was usually the one who kept her deeper feelings in check by coating just about everything she said with her razor-sharp tongue and her overall sarcastic demeanor. She knew full well that she had something of a reputation of being the "tricky" one out of her sisters, and truthfully, that suited her just fine. Lee was the leader- even if her sister didn't necessarily always follow orders, it was simply her role. May was the emotional one- if ever you had a bawling Kanker sister on your hands, it was bound to be the blonde. Marie, meanwhile, was the sneaky, rebellious one. She liked that image, and worked very hard to maintain it. In fact, the only people who ever saw her softer side were her sisters, and a boy with a strange fixation on his hat...
The truth was, despite her occasional bursts out anger, Marie liked to think that she was in control of her feeli
Fluff:ZaTr Part OneIt was a bright day. The sun glowed over plants and animals alike, hugging Earth in its warm rays. Gusts of wind blew past an abandoned playground rapidly. Blue skies loomed overhead, dotted with clouds. The air was scented with a dewy freshness, while the atmosphere was pleasantly warm.Fluff:ZaTr Part One7 months ago in Romance More Like This
It was a perfect day to be outside.
But unfortunately for our antagonist, it was a school day.
Trudging in the damp halls of the school, Zim felt any traces of a good mood simmer away. Bags were underneath his contacted eyes, while a dark scowl hung on his mouth. Zim's feet moved as if they were a hundred tons, carrying him slowly down the school's hallway.
Kids surrounded either side of him, joyously chattering away about any subject that came to mind. The short irken's antenna twitched from beneath its wig. Children reeked of foul smells. Not only this, but many of them were uglier than the Dib human.
Rounding the corners of the hall, Zim sulked to locker, unlatching it open. Heaving out his books, h
Fun with WordsStupidFun with Words8 months ago in Romance More Like This
1. lacking ordinary quickness and keenness of mind; dull.
There were lots of words in a language.
1. a person who is notably stupid or lacking in good judgment.
Words were like people. Some sweet, some sour.
1. causing annoyance irritatingly bothersome: annoying delays.
Some I could pick out that perfectly described some people I knew. Or some irken I know.
You know I'm talking about Zim, right?
1. arrogant; pertly self-assertive; conceited: He walked in with a cocky air.
Yes, that's Zim. He could walk in anywhere with a sense of pride to his step. Which he's done everyday I see him at school.
That lousy, little defect. He holds his head up so high that he can't even see the fact he's about to slip.
1. brazenly obvious; flagrant: a blatant error in simple addition; a blatant lie.
2. offensively noisy or loud; clamorous: blatant radios.
This word p
LoveA slamming door, a furious scream. That was what greeted her.Love10 months ago in Romance More Like This
A sharp knife, a loaded gun. That was her loving welcome.
A tear streaked face, eyes filled with outrage. This was her knight in shinning armor.
Hands clenched in anger, blood across the floor. That was her daily affection.
A fight. A riot. An argument. That was their 'loving' discussions.
A dysfunctional robot, with big blue eyes. This was who she wept to.
A sullen face, with narrowed red orbs. The robot told her cries to him.
A faked apology. A broken promise. That was what he told her.
A gentle kiss, a real hug. This was what he received.
Strange. Happy. Warm. Excited. That was how he felt.
A new chance, a new opportunity. This was what she thought.
Wrong. Mistaken. False. That was what she was.
Two days. Forty-eight hours. This was how long it took.
A shattered heart. A bleeding lip. That was what he gave her.
A destroyed ego. A cut cheek. This was what she gave him.
A lovesick irken. A deranged relationship. That
The Mystery of Zim Part 5The next day, Zim was not at school.The Mystery of Zim Part 511 months ago in Romance More Like This
Tak had been dreading the school day all night. Having to face Zim again would just be too impossible for her to feel secure. But once she had arrived, she noticed no green headed boy.
Sighing with relief, she began to unpack, tension easing from her muscles. She was not doomed. Not unless Zim came later, but he was usually the first person in the classroom. So that was highly unlikely.
The next day, he was not there either.
Tak considered this like a small vacation for her emotions. Dib may be annoying, but no Zim was like playing a game that involved getting a camel to fit through a needle... And winning.
She thanked her luck.
Zim still had not been seen.
Tak began to wonder at that point... Not so much worry as it was curiosity. Zim wasn't embarrassed easily. She was sure he wouldn't miss school because he had been rejected. No, especially not since he singlehandedly ruined Operation Impending Doom One... And still come to the Tallest, begging fo
I Am Zim"Tak..."I Am Zim1 year ago in Sketches More Like This
"Not now Zim,"
"I said not now Zim!"
And in that exact moment, my door burst down, reveling a angry Zim. So much for privacy...
I let out an exasperated sigh. And after giving him the 'why-do-you-do-this-to-me' look, I answer. "What is it, Zim?"
Zim's eyes widen, then downcast. He itches the back of his head, suddenly seeming very sheepish. "Umm..."
I can feel my veins bursting. "What?" I repeat, this time with more venom in my voice. Zim notices, now looking more and more uncomfortable.
"I'm bored..." he mumbles under his breath. My eyes twitch. What am I, his 24 hour entertainment?!
"Buy a llama," I mutter. I face the opposite side of him, even though I wasn't working on anything over here anyway. But I act like I am anyway. Just to irk him off.
"TAK..." He whines at me loudly, stamping his foot on the ground. I continue to ignore him. He lets out a huff.
Zim grabs me rather violently, frustration written across his eyes. He hurries me off into his roo