Craig in Wonder... land...?Once upon a time, a boy sleeping peacefully in some part of this world, suddenly a noise broke his lovely dreams. He quickly stood up to see a tall young lad crouched on the corner of his room's window, which would be really strange enough, but besides that he had also white bunny ears coming out of his headCraig in Wonder... land...? in Short Stories More Like This
-Samson ?- He mumbled still rubbing his tired eyes. Big blue eyes got fixed on him, then, the blonde grinned amused.
-Morning Mr. Shortyshortman- The bunny said.
-Huuuh?! How did you just call me ?!- Craig barked now fully awake, making a frown and almost jumping to catch the bunny.
-Catch me and you'll see !- And after that phrase the lad jumped out the window, disappearing somewhere in the horizon. The boy startled for a moment then decided it didn't worth it to waste a good morning in trivial troubles, so laid down again.
-Hey! Pssst ! Won't you chase me?- A voice said from outside.
-Go away, I'm trying to sleep- Craig hissed hiding his face under the b
Pirate!FabuPaca/TRS - Of Seven Seas 5"I can't work here." Alastair's reply was flat, and prompt.Pirate!FabuPaca/TRS - Of Seven Seas 5 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"What's wrong with this place?"
"Like a dungeon 'ere."
"You're still a prisoner."
"I'm steering your damn ship."
"Oi, watch yer mouth!"
"I can lead ya right to the authorities."
"I'd kill ya right here, right now, then."
"Maybe you should...don't even know your name."
"Mizaki to you."
"Then, Mizaki. You could lead the ship after I'm dead, eh?"
Kris fought against his temper. "Just get your work done, will ya?"
"There's no light, the equipment's rotting...Lord forbid I end up leading you to the authorities even if I try to chart a proper route."
"Will you JUST keep your mouth shut?" Alastair felt the now-familiar cold, metallic edge of a cutlass against his throat.
"Aye, aye...I'm silent..." Alastair added hastily, before muttering under his breath "bloody pirates."
With a shove, Kris pushed Alastair into the so-called "Navigation" room.
"I heard your voice..."
"Oh, yeah, that was me, all right. This ne
Red Society - 1, 2, 3, 4"Archer?" Stefan called, all of a sudden, making the auburn-haired male look up, from his work. "I was wondering..." The slight frown on Stefan's face was completely out of place, and concerned Archer, slightly.Red Society - 1, 2, 3, 4 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Are you okay, Stef?" Archer looked towards the former-mentioned.
"Oh, yeah, yeah," Stefan nodded quickly. "I'm all right, but..."
Archer stood up from his seat, and took a seat beside Stefan, on the bed. Taking the brunette's hand, Archer looked into his eyes. "Stef, look...if you have any problems, you know you can always tell me..."
"No, I don't have a problem- wait, no, well, I do, but the problem is...I don't know what the problem is!"
Archer looked on, slightly puzzled, while Stefan continued to explain. "See, the thing is, something doesn't seem right...it seems like I've forgotten something...OH!" Stefan's eyes widened, as he realised just what he'd forgotten.
"Arch...I've forgotten your present, for Valentine's Day!"
Archer stared at Stefan for a few mome
Age Meme - writtenLinda hurried out of the front door, as she hastily made her way to the car. It definitely was worrying, the call she had received from her son Alastair's school. Apparently, he'd been crying profusely since the moment he'd gotten there. It surprised Linda, in a way, as this was Alastair's second day of school, and he had spent the first with relative ease, yet, on the second day...Age Meme - written in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Linda parked her car in front of the school office, and rushed into the school's office, from where the receptionist directed her towards the Year One classroom. As she approached the classroom, she say the class' teacher standing outside with her son. Alastair looked like he had been crying for a long time his eyes were swollen and red, and he rubbed his cheeks furiously, to wipe away the tears.
"Alastair, are you all right?" Linda called, as she knelt beside her son, and enveloped him in a hug.
"I think it'd be best if you took her home, Mrs. Anckarström," the teacher replied, as Alastair clun
TRS - What He Means To Say.He thought he looked pretty good.TRS - What He Means To Say. in Short Stories More Like This
A well-tailored formal suit in a dark charcoal shade, with a waistcoat a few shades lighter, which was teamed up with a starched, wing collar white dress shirt. He couldn't even imagine wearing anything more fancier - simplicity had always been his style...apart from when it came to shoes, of course. But that was a different case all together. In fact, his simplistic motto was also shown in his mask - a plain, unembellished mask of dull gold.
He really did think he was looking good, for a guy who hated to dress formal.
But that opinion changed when he saw Christian.
He'd insisted on meeting the older male outside the venue and when he saw Christian, Alastair could feel himself taking in a sharp breath. A sight to behold, no doubt.
He did want to go and hug the man. It was an inexplainable feeling - Christian's hugs always helped him and they were, after all, his most predominant first memory of the male. But, it seemed like that there was another side
1920sAU!Alastair - Introduction"Huh? You wanna know about me? Why would ya wanna do that? Beats me, but since you ask...might as well...1920sAU!Alastair - Introduction in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"The name's Alastair. Last name unknown. But that's not a deal, is it? I'll be 20 soon enough, and I'm a part of the Camorra. Not the Mafia, take note. I'm shit tired of people thinking we're the mafia we're not. The Camorra and the Mafia are different organizations. And damn you if you ever call me part of the mafia ever again.
"How'd I come to join the organization? It's a long story, actually...*laughs* See, the thing is, I was born in the wee country of New Zealand, and that's where I grew up. But my ma an' pa died early on, so I was an orphan. I went by nicking one thing, and then another. Life was pretty good. But then came the Great War, and all us lads were conscripted...even me, even though I was only 15 then. The thing is, I went 'round saying that I was 17, 'cause no one takes a fifteen year old seriously, and they conscripted me! If I wan
Red Society High School - Just Another DayAlastair skidded in through the door, just as the bell rung. As soon as he heard the shrill sound that so often woke him up (even in his nightmares dreams )he let out a sigh, straightening his shirt, and his hastily-done tie. So as not to attract any more unnecessary attention, he made his way to the back of the classroom, without even saying hi or hello to anyone. Alastair cleared his throat as inconspicuously as the teacher walked in, wondering whether the teacher had seen him go through the door just in the nick of time. Considering it was Mr. Kirkland and first period, however, he doubted it.Red Society High School - Just Another Day in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
No one else would openly corroborate on his theory that Mr. Kirkland's tea definitely contained some sort of dodgy substance...but then again, none of the others had seen him talking to thin air, either. When Alastair had told his femself, Star, that he had seen the school's most reputed English teacher explicitly refer to air as "Tinky," even she has stared at him in surprise. After a few mom
Stars"Don't make me get up, Maria."Stars in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The doorbell still rang.
"Maria, I'm dead serious."
"MARIANO!" Sighing in annoyance, Alastair made his way towards the door, grabbing a shirt along the way. Managing to get his arm stuck on a sleeve, he jostled with the shirt for a bit, before actually opening the door. He peeked around the door, quickly, and haphazardly fastening a few of the buttons.
"A delivery for a Mr .Ankh Ankas -"
"Anckarström. Is the first name on it Alastair?" He ought to have put the poor postman out of the misery of trying to pronounce his surname.
"It'll be mine, then...here, do I need to sign for it?"
"Here," the postman handed over the slip to sign. Scrawling his initials, Alastair took the package, with a smile, and closed the door.
"Who was that?" He heard someone drawl from the inner bedroom.
"And where were you, Sleeping Beauty, when I asked you to open the door?" Alastair laughed, as he turned around to face a rather groggy Mariano stand
Red Society High School - The First DayThe auditorium was crowded, and dark, as the students looked for their seats. Students, in their impeccable blazers and trousers jostled for their seats. No one would've expected this to be unlike any other high school, and yet...Red Society High School - The First Day in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The new kid was always supposed to be wary of this all after all, every school did have his quirks. But...Dalton had no clue what he had gotten himself into, when he transferred to Red Society High School.
It had seemed like a prospective good school relatively small student population, a "diverse student body" as they had advertised...it had seemed like he wouldn't have much trouble fitting in.
However, we must warn you all out there most advertisements are misleading.
But, enough about Dalton. Let's talk about the other students.
The calamity seemed to calm down, just a bit, mind you, as the teachers went up on stage, introducing themselves. The cheering was deafening when a certain Mr. Carriedo went up on stage, and it wasn't hard to i
A Decision To MakeAlastair looked into the mirror, a smile playing on his face as he looked at his reflection. The tiny diamond studs sparkled in the sunlight that filtered in through the window, and he felt rather pleased at what he'd done especially after the whole debate he had to go through just to get his ears pierced...A Decision To Make in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Alastair was slightly nervous, as he stood outside the piercing studio. He didn't often pass through that art of town, let alone intend to go there. As he pushed the door open, the small bell that hung over the door rung out clearly, startling him, for a moment. Sharp cerulean orbs caught his own eyes, widened with surprise, and he wondered whether he should stay, or just go right back where he came from.
Gulping unconsciously, he cleared his throat, and continued. "J-Just a...I'd like to get my ears pierced." His voice was unusually high-pitched, and his words came out at an alarmingly fast rate.
The lady behind the counter stared back intently at him, for a few seconds
RSHS - The First Round"Place your bets," Dominick smiled though it was far from an innocent one. The boys looked towards each other, as if to reassure themselves that what they were about to do wasn't going to be detrimental in the long run.RSHS - The First Round in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Wait," Stefan quipped, as he placed a hand over his cards. "So...what you said before...does that mean that I don't have to place a bet?"
Dominick nodded. "It does, so you don't have to bet anything." Stefan smiled softly, as he nodded. "Okay, then. I'm not betting anything for this round."
"It's only fair," Dominick called out. "Now, should I deal?"
Various murmurs and nods of assent rose from the crowd, and Dominck's grin grew even wider, as he began to deal out five cards to each of the boys sitting in the circle, slow and deliberate.
"I'm betting my blazer," Anthony said, as he threw his blazer over the back of his seat.
"I'm betting the same," Archer called out, followed by Alastair, who was grumbling something about just wanting an excuse to get rid