My Insane Lover Part 1Zim glumly sat oh the school steps, rubbing his gloved hands together. The afternoon sun cast a slight light, warming his uncovered skin. It glittered bright orange yellow in the distance. Sighing, Zim pulled his knees closer to him, eyes lacking their usual energy.My Insane Lover Part 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
He had lost it.
No, he told himself. He hadn't lost it. He'd lost ALL of it. Anything good in his life had practically been snatched away from him. To be honest, he hadn't seen it coming. He, the smartest irken alive, had missed something. That didn't happen very often. Especially when this something was impacting him so much.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted something. Gaze shifting over, Zim quickly regretted looking towards the object. It was just a normal, half used up roll of duct tape. Purple duct tape, to be more specific. Battered up, with dirt caked around the edges. Zim looked away swiftly. He didn't want anymore reminders if what happened in the previous days.
What happened, you may ask?
Just the complete
I Am Zim"Tak..."I Am Zim3 years 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
Crashing through cloudsStrictly speaking, Marie Kanker really didn't think of herself as an emotional person.Crashing through clouds3 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