A Bedroom Farce"Well, I've had it!" Ziggy groused as he tossed away another lipstick that had been worn down to a sticky nub. "It's Scary Monster who's doing this, I just know it!"
"What makes you say that?" asked Sers, who had come into his room to borrow some hairspray.
"No one else here uses as much makeup as I do," Ziggy explained, "and I keep this room locked when I'm away. It would have to be someone with unnatural powers and a love of powders who'd manage to pinch my supplies!"
"Powers? Now, now, Ziggy, there's nothing that proves Scary Monster is an actual monster much less someone who can slip in and out of a room without being noticed. You're probably just so busy you're losing track of your supplies."
"I know I'm right! You can never trust a clown " They were still arguing as they left, Ziggy locking the door behind him.
From beneath Ziggy's bed, there could be heard the crinkling of delicate fabrics. Scary Monster care
Crazy Boy"Where do you go at night, Alex?" Nick muttered, quite drunk and half asleep on Alex's shoulder.Crazy Boy7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The tour van shuddered, lurching along a patch of bare, rocky road. They'd been driving along an endless stretch of desert for hours now. They'd all watched the sun set on the Nevada skyline, and then disappeared into their bunks, trying to catch sleep. Alex had been sitting on a sofa and gazing out the window for almost all of the trip. He'd blanked out almost completely. The band knew Alex's glazed-over moods well. He went into his own world quite often. Who didn't?
And sometime in the middle of the night, as Alex was about to retreat into his bunk, a very wasted Nick crawled over to the sofa, lifted himself onto it, and drooped onto Alex's shoulder. Alex wasn't very surprised. Nick did this more often than one would imagine. It was like Nick came to Alex for comfort and reassurance on the road. Much to Alex's dismay, however, this was often when Nick was too drunk to care. With a quiet "
can't do it aloneHe's bored, which is weird for Sean, because he's the kind of guy who can find something entertaining out of anything. Give Sean a pencil, he'll scratch curse words on his wall. Give Sean a microphone, and maybe he'll sing. But it's summer vacation, a time when Sean should be out having fun, because that's just one of those things that Sean does. Sean doesn't be bored and find solo activities to do during summer vacation. He just doesn't. Except it's the last day of summer vacation, and it's raining. He thinks it's time to call Nat.can't do it alone4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Nat has ultimately decided that he hates the rain. It's wet and it's heavy and it makes his hair stick. Nat he's never hated the rain until now, but he looked really fucking good today, goddamnit, and the stupid fucking rain had to go and ruin it. He could have kept his hair down and worn his favorite jeans; all dark denim threads and holes in the knees. But no. It rained. And now Nat finds himself with his hair darkened deep
SPN::Breaking -working title-The moment he'd felt his lips tremble, Castiel had, blessedly, turned his gaze to the floor, or the wall; anywhere away from him. But, it still wasn't enough to help Dean reel in his emotions, as if the Angel's presence itself prevented him from putting on his masks again, like he would have had it been Sam. It was an annoyance and a comfort all at the same time, and something inside of him gave a great shudder as the cracks began to appear, lacing his self-control with spider webs.SPN::Breaking -working title-3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Find someone else. It's not me." It was just one tear. That's all. One never hurt anyone, and it wasn't as if Cas understood the rule of Men Don't Cry anyway.
But then, the Angel spoke. The Angel spoke in that voice and that single trickle threatened to erupt into a great flood, one of more than just tears.
"Do you...want me to leave?" And it occurred to Dean, then, that Cas was only still there because he'd all but ordered
Cable ConnectionThe walls vibrated heavily with techno beats, and the floor glimmered in crisscrossed patterns of purple, green, and red. Many people were moving their bodies in weird funky ways, trying to match their movements with that of the song.Cable Connection3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But these were no ordinary people. They were androids, robots, metal-men, whatever you like to call it... Man's last great creation (gift) to the world before being wiped off the planet for good.
The robots had no idea why they were built, what their sole purpose was in life, so they educated themselves with old human films. They watch films that showed human cops, weddings, children, actors, musicians, etc.
So motivated by the films the robots attempted to pursue the "original" roles once held by mankind, and soon there were robot weddings and robot cops.
And robot segregation...
It wasn't necessary, no not at all, and it wasn't influenced by films... Well, maybe just a little... However, rules were posted to keep the two types of robots away from each o
The Presence of WingsThe Presence of Wings9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Their relationship made the word relationship sound like a joke. They didn't waste time on trivialities like emotion, and there wasn't much in the way of communication. Little things like dates, small talk – out of the question. Of course that included gifts. They were more like a hit and run than a relationship, but the passing encounters seemed to be enough for both of them; Kaiba was perfectly content, and Jounouchi never showed any unhappiness with it.
The downfall in the "relationship" was the unpredictability of it – it was so unpredictable that it might as well have been predictable. So when Jounouchi came bounding into Kaiba's office it didn't seem at all out of place (though how he had gotten past security was a question even Kaiba couldn't answer); Kaiba followed him without question into the elevator. Whatever he had expected, it hadn't been to find himself on the roof of Kaiba Corporation at eleve
Candy"She must be around here somewhere " Ellis said in a sort of stage-whisper, trying to be heard without being heard.Candy3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Ellis," Nick whispered back over the sound of the crying witch, "Why are we trying to look for her? Let's just keep going and find Coach and Rochelle and get the hell out of here."
"Well," the kid said in an almost thoughtful drawl, "I figure it's better to know where she is, ain't it? Then we don't run right inta her when we think we're in the clear."
Alright, so, Nick had to admit that that was pretty good reasoning. It would be just their lucky to keep walking, thinking she was tucked away in some building somewhere, only to turn the corner and run headlong and unaware into her sitting in the middle of an alley.
Still, he didn't really like this whole poking around for the witch business. He almost could help thinking that it might actually be Ellis satisfying some hick need to poke something dangerous with a stick.
Alright, he knew that wasn't really fair t