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
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 alone5 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-4 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
Stolen Kisses Ch. 4Stolen KissesStolen Kisses Ch. 44 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter 4: Wait
**Warning: Lots of Adult type touching to coin a phrase from Lixxle**
"Sarah," Sarah's roommate Vivienne whispered. No response. "Sarah!"
"Five more minutes, Viv. It's all nice and warm under here "
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about."
"Ugh what time is it?" Sarah asked not opening her eyes.
"In the morning? Jesus Christ, Viv! Too early!"
"Sarah! Did you know there's a guy in your bed?"
At these words, Sarah's eyes popped open in alarm. "Say what?"
Vivienne pointed behind her and Sarah turned her head to see a mop of blond hair sticking above the blanket. Now that she was awake, she could feel an arm draped over her waist and she could now comprehend why it was so warm and cozy, because she had Goblin King in her bed. The question was: when the hell had that happened?! "He wasn't there last
100 Themes Challenge Ch. 7100 Themes Challenge100 Themes Challenge Ch. 74 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
# 71: Obsession
Sarah had just settled down after a long day sorting out clothing at her job at a local retail store. A new shipment had come in just in time for the holiday season and her boss had told her more or less that she need to get those clothes out on the floor before the end of her shift or else. Sarah hadn't really wanted to contemplate what 'or else' might have meant so she'd worked at a feverish pace folding jeans, tagging sweaters, and hanging jackets. While the work had made her nine-hour shift fly by, it also made her completely exhausted by the time she trudged into her apartment at eight o'clock that night.
She hadn't even taken the time to hang her own coat up, but had simply tossed both coat and purse into a chair, toed off her shoes, and proceeded to flop on the couch, not caring that her back would hurt the next morning. As she was about to drift off, a faint tickling on the end of her nose and the smell of peaches and cinnam
Maypole DancingA Labyrinth one-shot...Maypole Dancing4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sarah stood anxiously awaiting the dance to begin. The grassy field was full of smiling people who stood in one of two circles. The outer circle was the larger one, full of spectators who joyously cheered and called out for those in the inner circle. The inner circle was comprised of the dancers. Each held a long twenty-foot strand of ribbon in their hands, prepared to start the dance at the call of the Master of Ceremonies. Sarah herself, stood in the inner circle, dressed in one of her mother's old costumes and a flower circlet in her dark hair let loose to blow in the slight breeze.
She smiled widely and her hands gripped the green ribbon in her hands tighter. The other nineteen dancers swayed, ready for the dance to begin. The Master of Ceremonies, a tall man dressed in traditional Irish garb, walked to the center near the maypole. He held up his hands and the crowd fell silent. "Welcome to the thirteenth annual May Day festival!" he greeted th
Strangers When We Meet Part 2A knock on the door the next evening drew Sarah out of her book, right out of the cold Russian winter the hero was facing to save his people from the cruel tyranny of the sorcerer that had overthrown the rightful kinga second knock pulled her attention away from the page fully. With a frustrated huff she snapped her book shut and stood. When she reached the door she jerked it open, prepared to chew out whoever had interrupted her reading. But the man from last night was standing there, smiling disarmingly, holding a bottle of wine and a CD, and somehow she found herself simply stepping aside and allowing him into her home. He rambled into her living room as easily as if it were his own and she followed, feeling rather as if by his being in it, the room seemed to belong to him and she was the one visiting. She watched him as his gaze swept over the room filled with her cozy furniture, bookcases and paintings of various scenery, before turning to her.Strangers When We Meet Part 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I'm sorry about my friends la
Strangers When We MeetSarah didn't care about the noises from the apartment upstairs at nine o'clock. She was so absorbed in her book she hardly heard anything outside of the rustle of its pages. Moving in was a noisy process, anyway.Strangers When We Meet4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She didn't mind overmuch when she was woken up at eleven o'clock. She realized that not everyone went to bed as early as good little bookworms like herself did. She simply rolled over, pulled a pillow over her head to muffle the noise and fell back asleep.
But at two o'clock, to say she was a bit miffed was an understatement. Without bothering to put on shoes or her robe, she flung her door open, stomped up the stairs to the apartment above hers and rapped sharply on the door. As she waited for someone to answer she quickly composed what she would say. Something properly scathing but that wouldn't make them cry like the last neighbor unfortunate enough to attract her attention. (She'd never heard from Ms. Whitmore again, but she'd heard that she was teaching preschool in Flori