Adventures of MK Moon and Hans Hoshi: Hyper"WAAAAAHHHHH! SHAWN MICHAELS BETTER BE ONNNNN OR I AM GOING TO FLLLIIPPP!" MK practically shouted. For once the teen was literally flying around the large entertainment room. Normally she'd be too tired to even shout, much less run around like a lunatic. But tonight was a very special night for her. And Hans knew this, probably better than the other Creators and she understood better than the others. Giggling and smiling Hans sat on the black leather couch, watching MK act more wild than ever. "I can tell you're happy Kitty, in the four and not even half but will be soon years I've known you you've never been this happy." Four-and-not-even-half-but-will-be-soon years didn't seem like much to most people but MK and Hans hung out everyday they could and chatted online when they couldn't.
"I'm sorry Hans but I haven't seen Shanwy in ffffoooorrrrreeeeevvvvvveeeeeerrr!" Hans giggled again. "I regret buying you that chocolate cupcake flavored coffee, you're naturally hyper enough." "I k
Adventures of MK Moon and Hans Hoshi: EstrangedCreeeeeeaaaaaaaakkkkkkk. The door to the library slowly swung open. Hans didn't even bother to look up. It was either one of the other five Creators or MK Moon, her best friend. If it was MK then she'd announce herself as she always did. Hans waited, expecting to hear the words: "It is I, the awesome saucey MK Moon!" or something egoistical like that. When the person didn't say anything Hans assumed it was one of the Creators. It's probably Sarah...she's so quiet. She thought to herself with a smile as she return to her homework. Ok, Hans normally wouldn't do her homework in the library but her room was being used as a prank war zone and she needed peace and quiet for her art project.Adventures of MK Moon and Hans Hoshi: Estranged1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
She noticed the silence but said nothing. The last thing she wanted was to annoy Sarah and start a fight. Not that those two were ever at it but you never know. Hans pulled out her MP3 and put her Captain America headphones in. She grew lost in the music as she
Adventures of MK Moon and Hans Hoshi: Welcome Home"Ok, I found the perfect place for you guys." Chris was saying as he led the seven Creators across a lively green lawn. MK sighed impatiently. "You've been saying that for the past six hundred houses." She said tiredly. Whose smart idea was it to take seven hyperactive teens house-hunting? She wondered. Almost as if he read her mind, Chris spoke. "Remember Miss MK this was your bright idea." The six Creators glared at their leader, who gave them a nervous chuckle. "Anyway I know this place will definitely be better than that tiny apartment you guys live in." Their manager continued as he stopped. The seven stopped as well and looked up.Adventures of MK Moon and Hans Hoshi: Welcome Home1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The mansion was HUGE (And I can not stress huge enough), like the Disney Castle but much more demonic. It was a dark rusty red color instead of white and the giant glass window had a strange design on it, sort of evil looking. There was a certain glow to it that caught the leader's attention. It was a faint gold
Adventures of MK Moon and Hans Hoshi: ArtistCareful now. Hans thought to herself as she began to draw the scene in front of her in her sketchbook. MK was chatting casually with one of the Creators, absentmindedly twining her fingers through her braid. With a small smile Hans doodled, music playing in her head. It wasn't important that she paid attention to her friend's conversation, it was more instructions for them than anything else. She had grown bored very quickly and decided to draw, not wanting to bother the older teen.Adventures of MK Moon and Hans Hoshi: Artist1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Soon Hans felt herself leave the world. She said nothing as she drew, lost in the world of colors, music, and dreams. Her colored pencils and erasers danced across her white canvas, re-creating the image in her mind, the image she saw in front of her. She didn't think she was a good artist but MK always insisted she was. And though Hans believed her she still doubted it. But at the moment none of that mattered to Hans. All that mattered was the flying colors, the story the picture told, and