Check and Mate (Beta Draft)Check and Mate (Beta Draft)
Contests / 2013 / Beta Match-Making Contest / Phase Two
Shikamaru continued signing the after action reports, ignoring the loud music and the raucous laughter outside. Parties just weren’t his thing, even a blowout to celebrate the end of the Fourth Great War.
Even after he had dismissed them, his squad mates had tried their best to convince him to join them in the festivities. Ino had practically danced back into the tent, her long blonde hair flowing behind her, giving him a forced, flirtatious wink from under her long bangs. “Come with us Shikamaru!” she had teased, smiling through her sorrow and loss, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “The war’s over! We won! Surely we can forget the paperwork and live a little!”
Ino had been drowning in her grief; she desperately needed an escape from the reality of things dragging her down. She had held them all together. Tiles moved on his mental bo
Un-TangledThe tower stood tall, but awkward. It had been there for as long as anyone could remember, which was a long time. She'd heard legend once of an old woman who lived there long ago, but she'd probably died by now.Un-Tangled3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
"You know, staring at it longer won't move it closer."
Turning her eyes, she saw him standing tall and sure. He was so handsome, so confident. She'd wanted to be with him all her life.. but how could someone as plain and boring as her could captivate such a man? All the girls wanted him, so why had he picked her? Regardless, he had. His father hadn't been happy, so they'd run off into the woods together to the secret cove where the ancient tower still stood. They'd eloped, so to speak.
She smiled at him, and taking his hand they moved towards their future.
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The wood crackled and the fire burned brightly beneath the mantle. It wasn't the most roomy tower but it was comfortable for just the two of them. She was sitting next to him leaning on his shoulde
Love's True FaceLoves True FaceLove's True Face5 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Some say love is a delicate bird
A dove; loving, merry, and free
But I don't
It is a crow with a hard raspy voice
Taking what it wants then flying away
Others say love is a rose
Budding and blooming with beauty
But I don't
Every rose has its thorns
And every flower must one day wilt
Still more say it is the face of another
One that is honest, one that cares
But I don't
There is no face that is honest in the world
They all wear masks to hid what they truly mean
Love has betrayed me too many times
For me to think differently
I have seen loves true face