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
LoveA slamming door, a furious scream. That was what greeted her.Love2 years 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
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