Love ChildThe monotonous ring of the telephone pulled Chris from the dark folds of sleep. His hand groped for the cellphone he had tossed onto his nightstand the day before. He begrudgingly hit 'talk' and put it to his ear. "Hello?"Love Child in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Hello?" A feminine voise rang in his ear. "Chris? It's Jill."
At that moment, Chris was wide awake. "Jill? It's... This is really you?" He felt tears swell up behind his eyes, threatening to break through and run down his face.
"Yeah, it's me..." Jill's voice was sad as she spoke. "I'm sorry... that I left."
Chris had a short flash back of the night he and Jill had shared months ago. Her lips on his, his body against hers, a night of pure love. Chris wasn't sure what he should reply, but was saved from the choice as her voice came from the phone again.
"I... I'm coming back..." She whispered. "I was..." She took a deep breath. "I was hoping that we could meet somewhere."
"Of course!" Chris was breathless. "Where? Do you have a place in mind?"
"Uh, yeah... I was thin
Waffles"Chris." Chris opened his eyes sleepily. His partner, the infamous Jill Valentine, sat crosslegged on his stomach. "Are you awake?"Waffles in General Fiction More Like This
He sighed, or at least, tried to. It was a little difficult to with her there, even with how light she was."Yeah, Jill. I'm awake."
"I can't sleep and I'm bored."
Chris let his body go limp, his head falling back on the pillow."And what am I supposed to do about it?"
She splayed her hands on his chest, looking down at him. "Entertain me. Tire me out. Something."
He sighed and lay still. "And...?"
"I'm hungry." She shifted and lay across him.
He wrapped his arms around her. "What do you want?"
"... I don't know."
"Then I can't make you it, if you don't know." She pressed her face against his neck and murmured something he didn't understand."What?"
"Make me food," she said, pulling her face away from him. She rested her forehead on his and closed her eyes. "I'm hungry."
He kissed her and sat up, shifting her into his lap. "What food do you want?" he asked gr
Some time togetherA warm breeze blew over Jill as she sat in her small beach chair, dressed in a light blue bikini. She was at one of those picturesque beaches, complete with sailboats on the horizon and palm trees swaying. She sighed and let her muscles go slack. This was day number three of the break from work at the BSAA. Of course, she had someone with her. Without him it would be lonely.Some time together in General Fiction More Like This
Behind her, Chris dozed in a rope hammock. He had his green swimming trunks on(with classic tropical flowers on them); they had gone swimming earlier, briefly. They planned to go again too, later. The water was warm and pleasant. They would go around twilight. The air would be chilly, giving an excellant contrast to the water.
Jill stood. Within a few steps, she was standing besides Chris. Gently, she drew a hand down his chest. He grunted without opening his eyes. "What?"
"Make a sandcastle with me," she stated, pinching his side.
He grunted again and grabbed half-heartedly at her hand. He just managed to catch it
SleepIt went horribley wrong, their last mission.Sleep in General Fiction More Like This
Jill sat beside Chris's hospital bed. She held his unmoving hand and waited for him to wake up. He had fallen asleep nearly an hour before and she stayed the entire time.
She was starting to wonder why.
She had been his partner for five years now and she was tired. She put everything she had into being there for him, taking care of him, being his partner. And she no longer knew why. He was her world, and he was fading. She was questioning her very exsistence. Why love if not to be loved in return?
Her grip lessoned on his hand. "Chris..." she spoke. "I know you're asleep and that you can't hear me, but... That makes this easier." She rubbed her hand over the back of her neck. "I love you," the brunette whispered into the cold, dark hospital room. It echoed around her like it was taunting her. "But I can't anymore. It's... too much."
Chris remained unmoving on the bed, his monitor beeping quietly to prove his heart still beat. She swore at he
Know your Limits: Chapter SevenWhen they finally pulled away, it was because of lack of air. Jill rested her head on his shoulder, a smile on her lips. "We made it out!" She whispered in an excited tone.Know your Limits: Chapter Seven in General Fiction More Like This
He hugged her tighter to himself. "What do we do now?" he asked softly.
"Not sure," she answered, pulling away a bit, resting her hands on his chest. "My apartment was in all that mess." She gestured back to the direction of the city.
"Well, mine wasn't. You can go there with me, if you'd like," he offered, hands resting on her hips.
A smile played at her lips. "Sounds fun."
They made it to a road and walked until they were able to find a payphone. They called a taxi service and made it to Chris' apartment within two hours.
He led her inside, collapsing on the couch as soon as he could. She yawned. "I don't know about you, but I'm tired." He nodded in agreement as she sat down next to him, cuddling into his side.
"It's almost five in the morning," he pointed out. "We should get some sleep. I don't have
Found and LostOh God, Jill, where are you? Chris thought as he rushed through the halls of the dilapidated facility. "Jill!" he yelled, only to attract the attention of three hostiles. He quickly took them out. He called for her again, his voice ragged.Found and Lost in General Fiction More Like This
Running through each room, he found no trace of his beloved parnter. His voice echoed down the hall, becoming hoarse as he calls repeated.
Finally, there was a small whisper in reply. He followed it to it's source and nearly collapsed at the sight before him. Jill was strapped to an operation table. Her shirt was no longer blue. Her hat was missing. And blood seeped from the cuts over her torso, legs, and arms, stainging her clothes and pooling beneath her. "Chris..." she murmured. She didn't have much strength, but was devoting it all to speaking.
"Oh, Jill, babe..." He rushed to her side, putting a hand to her pale, perfect cheek. He whispered her name once more and she looked up at him.
"Hey..." Tears trickled from his eyes as she struggled
Skittles"Knock knock!" Jill called as she entered Chris's apartment. "Ready for the movie?" She found Chris in the kitchen, pouring popcorn into a bowl. She set down the movie on the counter before pressing her hands to his shoulder blades.Skittles in Humor More Like This
"What'd you get?" he asked, arching his back against her touch.
"Ju-on: White Ghost/Black Ghost," she answered. "Foreign film. Scary too."
"Oooh, horror." He turned and gave her a quick hug. Out of all the women he had met, she was most certainly the smartest and most beautiful. She could wear anything and still look amazing. She had arrived in a tanktop and a simple pair of jeans and looked phenomenal.
Their relationship together was a little complicated. They were partners, of course. But they had sort of "staked a claim" on each other, as Barry had put it. Chris had unintentionally scared away quite a few of Jill's boyfriends, some of them he hadn't even met. Jill had seemed to leave some sort of mark on Chris that repelled other women. She'd forget a br
All She NeededIn a way, she never came back from Africa. In a way, she truly did die falling from the cliff that day.All She Needed in Horror More Like This
She didn't smile, not anymore. The only one that could get her to was Chris, and he did his best. Words would so rarely fall from her pale pink lips. Once again, Chris was the only one that she thought deserved them. He was the only one to make her laugh, to make her happy, if only sparingly. She often needled her lower lip with her teeth, uncertain with everything she did. More often than that, she'd have the two pink lines clamped firmly into a frown, as though everything disappointed her.
Her eyes were vacant. Emotion was often muted, if it appeared at all. When her gaze fell on anything or anyone that she didn't love, there was nothing in them. They were simply a blue void. They made people feel uncomfortable and uneasy.
The people she loved were lucky. They were able to see her emotions through her eyes, though it was often dim. Anger was seen the easiest, blatantly obvious with
Chris-tmasJill was curled up in bed, covered in blankets. Her hands were pressed to her stomach, her eyes squeezed shut. "Maybe," she thought. "Maybe if I keep my eyes closed long enough, I can forget the holiday." She just wanted to fall back asleep and stay that way for the next fourty-eight hours. That way, she could ignore the "festive" spirit and the "happy" things. She wasn't happy. Almost three months, Chris had been gone. A more precise time was two months, three weeks, two days.Chris-tmas in General Fiction More Like This
That did not make for a happy holiday.
Christmas was a family event in which a person could see those they loved and cherish their time. But if the one she loved most wasn't there, what was the point?
She was distracted by a light knock on the door. She didn't open her eyes, just shut them tighter. "Jill?" Claire spoke into the room. Footsteps sounded in a path to the bed. The matress creaked under a new weight, that of Claire sitting on the edge of the bed. "Jill. Sis. Come unwrap your presents." The redhead ha
TagJill huffed and leaned back, stretching. "This is boring," she mumbled. Chris wiggled his eyebrows at her before returning to his paper work. They were in the office they shared with Alpha and Bravo. They were seperate agents, only sent out into the field together. Chris and Jill's desks were back to back, causing the two to face each other when sitting. Niether had a problem with it. It was actually comfortable, even if Jill did have a habit of using his lap as a foot rest. Or forcing him to rub her feet after a long day. He didn't mind that, though, because she always paid him back for it when they got home.Tag in General Fiction More Like This
Jill quickly reached across the desk and poked Chris's arm with her finger. "Tag."
He looked up. "What?"
"I said tag," she repeated, poking him again. He shook his head, rolled his eyes, and returned himself to his work. She sighed and kicked him under the desks. "Tag." He ignored her. She leaned across the desks and poked him in the center of the forehead. "Tag!"
He huffed and c
You and Me: The ArgumentPercy tried hard to recall what they had argued about, but like most of their arguments, he couldn't remember. It was something stupid, of course. It always was.You and Me: The Argument in General Fiction More Like This
Whatever the case, some angry words had been thrown back and forth, someone from the Hermes cabin had yelled, "TAKE COVER!" when the argument began, and it ended with Percy getting a slap to the face.
Even now, as he lay in his cabin, feeling miserable because of this distance between them, he could still feel the sting on his cheek. But it didn't matter. He hated it when they fought. However, it happened fairly often because there were few things the two of them actually agreed on.
An idea began formulating itself in his mind and only a few minutes later, he found himself outside the Athena cabin, knocking on the door, thinking surely this must be a suicide attempt. Malcolm answered.
"She doesn't want to see you," he said and promptly pushed the door close.
Stolen ParadiseAnnabeth watched the struggling embers try to fight back the darkness and the cold. She wished she could strengthen them somehow, but they were failing; she was frozen to the core. She tightened her hand around Percy’s and leaned her head against his shoulder.Stolen Paradise in General Fiction More Like This
They were sitting back-to-back, Percy facing away from the fire so the light wouldn’t blind him while he looked for potential threats. Not that there was much to see, though. And the fire was dying anyway so there wasn’t much light that could blind him.
Tartarus was never completely silent, which was unnerving. Normally, Annabeth appreciated some small sound, to let her know she wasn’t alone, but every echo, every moan, every creak could mean their death.
Nothing to worry about.
As the cries of monsters faded out, which they did every few minutes, Percy interrupted the silence.
“You know,” he ventured, then stopped, surprised by how loud his voice sounded. He continued in an al
Alternative: Chapter 1Annabeth slams the door of her locker closed and slumps against the cool metal as he walks by. Jet black hair, sea-green eyes, tight T-shirt and the annoying dumb-as-a-sack-of-bricks passé that travels with him. Annabeth frowns, mostly at herself. She'd let herself go all googly-eyed over the one boy in school that everyone was after: Percy Jackson, quarterback, captain of the swim team, student body president. All great qualities, except he wasn't exactly a genius. Annabeth knows that the only reason he got elected was because he was a natural leader, and he'd run the school into the ground if she weren't part of the "government system." She managed to keep everyone on track.Alternative: Chapter 1 in General Fiction More Like This
"You're thinking too hard," Thalia deadpans. "There's smoke coming out your ears."
"Likewise," Annabeth mutters, her thoughts still elsewhere. "Really, does your iPod have to be on that loud? I can actually hear it."
Thalia smacks her gum and smiles. "Ya like it?"
1 Day- You and Me: Night TrainsAnnabeth screamed in excitement from the front seat. "Faster, Percy! We're gonna miss it!"1 Day- You and Me: Night Trains in General Fiction More Like This
Percy beamed from ear to ear, caught up in the thrill, adrenaline making him floor the accelerator. "I already told you, Prius's weren't built for speed! Wait, is it Prius's or Prii?"
"I have no idea!" Annabeth laughed. "Keep driving, keep driving!"
Percy turned the wheel hard to the right, plowing into the field alongside the abandoned Long Island road. He parked it right in the middle of the grass and they tumbled out the doors together and kept running.
"I can hear it!" he shouted.
Annabeth gripped his hand and they tore through the field, laughing like children. The blaring sound of a train horn cut through the still night like a knife. They raced the midnight train as it rumbled down the tracks, whooping in delight. The clatter of the metal cars echoed into the distance, sparks flew into the air from the wheels, and they could feel
Of Warm Memories and a Failure to FocusOkay, so maybe Percy had never really been any good at focusing, but that first night in Tartarus was twice as hard.Of Warm Memories and a Failure to Focus in General Fiction More Like This
He should have been scanning the area in the dim light of the fire, looking for potential threats. He should have been keeping a tight grip on his sword, ready to attack at a moment’s notice. He should have been keeping his ears open, listening for something that he might not be able to see.
But what was he doing instead? Staring at Annabeth.
She was curled up on her side, hugging her knees to her chest tightly, her facial expression tense, as if she were dreaming of something unpleasant. Her ankle and her various other scrapes were finally beginning to heal now that she was resting, and Percy was relieved. He’d had to carry her half the day because it hurt her too much to walk. He didn’t mind carrying her, obviously, but he had been worried about her. He still was.
She began shaking suddenly, though from the cold or the stre
Learning to DealThe muffled sounds of loud music and laughter floated down from the dining hall, making me realize once again how happy I was to be home. Everything was finally over and the Hermes cabin had thrown a wild blowout party to celebrate. Honestly, I would have been fine with a few extra days of sleep, but everyone seemed to think a party was the best way do wind down from the war with the giants. I’d gotten sick of it after an hour and wandered down to the canoe lake for some peace and quiet.Learning to Deal in General Fiction More Like This
But of course, every time I try to relax, someone decides to put an end to that.
“Perseus Jackson, I must say I’m impressed.”
I stood up from my very comfortable towel on the sand and turned around, trying to hide a grimace. Why couldn’t the gods just leave me alone? “Hello, Athena.”
She was standing a couple feet away, half hidden by the shadows. She was dressed like how you see her in ancient art, and her shield and helm rested on
A Happier EndingCheers of victory erupted on the battlefield. Campers embraced and cried in relief and laid down their weapons. The wounded were carried away and cared for, and in the midst of the celebrating and mayhem, Annabeth met Percy's eyes across the rocky ground. Time seemed to slow and suddenly, it was only the two of them in silence.A Happier Ending in General Fiction More Like This
"We did it," Percy breathed, holding Annabeth's hand gently, as if she might shatter.
She wrapped her arms around him with the same gentle apprehension; neither of them could really believe it was over. "We did it," she repeated.
Too soon, they were plunged back into the real world; there were still things to be done. Annabeth tore away from Percy for a brief moment, and turned to Rachel Dare, who was standing nearby. Her frizzy red hair was flying, her coat was burned in a million places, and her face was flushed, but she was smiling.
"Now would be a really bad
His Favorite Kind of Day This was Percy’s favorite kind of day. It was the beginning of summer, the sun was warm and blindingly bright, and he’d just arrived at camp a few days ago. He’d spent the morning training with some new campers, which was always a favorite activity of his. (Annabeth claimed it was because he loved to show off. She was probably right.) After that, he threatened to throw his girlfriend into the lake fully clothed if she didn’t take a break from her plans for Olympus right now and go swimming with him. She finally consented. He threw her in anyway.His Favorite Kind of Day in General Fiction More Like This
After she got over her initial anger and annoyance, she smiled playfully and beckoned for him to swim over to her. She wrapped her legs seductively around his waist and rested her lips gently, teasingly against his. “You know, I’m gonna make you pay for that later, Percy Jackson.”
He pulled her even closer and knotted one of his hands in her wet hair. “I wouldn’t
Just a Normal, Bad DayPercyJust a Normal, Bad Day in General Fiction More Like This
For most demigods, a bad day consists of several near-death experiences, a monster in your school locker, an encounter with an angry deity, or, for Annabeth, a spider sighting.
But I'm used to that stuff! My day was so bad because it was so normal.
It started with oversleeping. That's about as normal as it gets for a high school student. Paul insists that he tried very hard to get me up, but I was unresponsive. Bottom line, he left without me, and I had to run all the way to school because I didn't have enough time to get a cab.
I was about a half hour late, a new personal record. My first period teacher gave me detention.
Between classes, as I was walking to my locker, some idiot obviously didn't see me (or maybe I wasn't paying attention) and he opened his locker right in front of me. I ran straight into it and had a nosebleed through the next two classes. Fortunately, my nose wasn't broken.
TensionAnnabeth Chase did not have meltdowns.Tension in General Fiction More Like This
She was proud of that fact. She was proud that she could look at any difficult situation logically and see a way through it. Hadn’t she defeated Arachne? Escaped Tartarus? Put Gaea back to sleep? Well, she’d had help, of course, but still.
That didn’t help the fact that she put way too much pressure on herself. And she knew she did it, too. Which, of course, put more pressure on her. This time, she wasn’t sure she could do it.
She’d hit a wall. The plans for Olympus were at a standstill and she’d spent the past three hours drawing, erasing, and ultimately throwing away sketches. Her vision was unfocused, her head pounded louder than thunder, and there was a constant, throbbing ache, a knot of tension right between her shoulder blades. No matter how many times she straightened up, or rolled her shoulders, or stretched, it just wouldn’t go away.
Several blueprints lay before Annabeth, a
My Body - TGMy stomach's full. It feels like it's going to burst. I press a hand against it, but it just makes me feel worse. I hate the sensation.My Body - TG in Short Stories More Like This
My chest is sore. But it's not the type of sore that feels like it's expanding. I hate that even more, and I tug at the flesh a little to prove it. I hate that it's so flat.
I hate my body. I hate it so much sometimes that it hurts. Other times I just want to hurt it, but everyone tells me that's not healthy. All I know is that the form doesn't feel like it's mine.
I don't know why that is. I hear theories, sometimes, but it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if it doesn't feel like my form because of the media. It doesn't matter if form doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if I should be comfortable with who I am no matter how I look. It won't matter no matter how many times they say it. Because it still hurts.
They don't get it. They don't understand it. They don't feel it. It's something like how I imagine depression to be almost, but not quite.
In Sickness - TGEl sneezed, the white snot splattering into the floor before he had a chance to wipe his nose with tissue. He stared at it with a worried expression as he rubbed his nose, wondering if it was an earlier sign of sickness.In Sickness - TG in Short Stories More Like This
"I wouldn't worry too much."
The feminine voice made him jump; it seemed to be rising up from the floor, along with an amused chuckle. His eyes were drawn towards the white mucus, widening in surprise when the liquid began to vibrate and stretch. "I do wish you had a better way of getting me out of your system, though "
"Mr. E?" he asked, worry flickering through his thoughts. He didn't think that Dragon had sent a counter attack already.
"Ms. G, actually." The liquid worked its way up, its small body thickening as it rose, the sticky material slowly forming the shape of one leg and then the other, rising up into the groin, stomach and breasts. The face smiling at him afterwards was definitely a woman's, her white hair cascading in curls down her back w
Class Period - TGTired. Anxious. Starting to crack. Jean hated the weeks before finals. Those were the weeks everything seemed to go wrong, everyone shooting glares and absolutely everyone on the edge of their seats.Class Period - TG in Short Stories More Like This
It was also the time she was at most risk for being found out as a Genie. The wishes were flying, so fast she had to stop up her ears just to stop herself from doing something immoral. So many of them it might have killed her if she'd tried to grant all of them.
She could feel one, too close to her, though. She tried to push it out, but faltered. It was too close, beating against her imperfect and immature defenses.
Her mother had warned her against coming to school. She had said it would lead to trouble. That Jean wasn't good enough to defend under normal circumstances, with normal wishes, even in the best of condition; excepting in her own layer, of course, but she didn't have time to reach that anymore. Not with someone making a wish so close to her, their emotions washing over her.
The Duckubus Cheer - TGDu blinked at the sky when the light began to come towards him; yellow, instead of blue. It cleared as it came closer, a tiny little figure fluttering at high speeds on wings. "TGFAIRYSAIDTHISWASOKAYSOOPENUPPLEASE!"The Duckubus Cheer - TG in Short Stories More Like This
"Wha-" he sputtered to a halt as the figure flew inside his throat, coughing a few times to try to get it free. A few orange feathers fluttered from his mouth in response, fluttering to the ground as he bounded against his chest a few times; the motion hurt. His chest was starting to pressurize, the shirt bulging outwards as more feathers burst from his mouth.
Deep within the caverns of his throat he heard a quiet "wheeeee!" echoing from him as the shirt popped out, the feathered tips of breasts working their way out of their confines as orange erupted across the pale flesh. He doubled in over it as his stomach caved, the growing feathers poking out between the threads. A button flew loose, skittering down the street as he took a stumbling step forward, and then fell. Webbe
Chemistry - TG"Stupid science class." The chemicals tinkled down into the beaker under the not so watchful eye of their fourteen year old chemist. "Too many dumb dang formulas..." he grabbed the next chemical blindly, adding it in with a flourish as purple smoke puffed, turning a sickly green a moment later; he'd messed up the work in class, the professor was making him stay after class with the "special" chemicals. "Not a word of what makes them so dang special, of course," he muttered under his breath.Chemistry - TG in Short Stories More Like This
He hated it when professors did things like that; when they didn't just send the kids to "Waifly." The thought of going there made Danny shiver; he had no idea what went on in that school, but everyone talked about it in hushed whispers, a place where they sent those who made too much trouble for the children. The people who just messed up were just asked to do "special chores." Sometimes, though, the kids didn't seem to respond to that either.
"Made me look bad in front of Cara, too," he added unde
College Girls - TGKevin glanced uncomfortably over his shoulder as Jared nudged him into room, giving in with a sigh as he stepped on the carpet. "Are you sure we should be doing this?" he muttered, nervously glancing around as Kerina walked through the door. He trailed a finger across the fainted pink paint of the walls, wiping his hands on his jeans in disgust when it came away grey.College Girls - TG in Short Stories More Like This
"Don't be such a spoil sport," grinned Jared. "We've got Kerina on our side!"
Kevin just snorted, a puff of dust rising from the tile as he let his sleeping back thump to the floor. "That's what worries me. No offense, sis, but camping out in a girl's dorm room with the mistress of zappy?"
"Aww!" she grinned, drawing him into a hug as he squirmed. A brown strand of hair tickled his nose, an uncharacteristically cute sneeze coming forth as she giggled. "Don't worry, little sis! I promised not to give you breasts, tonight, remember?"
"Siiiiiiiiiiiis!" he whined, glancing at Jared. "You told me you wouldn't call me that in p
Spawning - Spawnfan's zap - TGSpawn stretched, interlocked fingers groaning against each other in a vain attempt of working out the kinks after another hours work. The pencil, still resting on the table next to the unfinished art, practically glowed as a beacon of failure and annoyance. He gave it a silent growl, wishing it could at least be a bit sturdier; smacking it a few times without worry about it breaking might have been therapeutic.Spawning - Spawnfan's zap - TG in Short Stories More Like This
"Goddess, I don't know how this lunatic managed to get so productive," muttered a voice. He stiffened, starting to spin in the chair and stopping when her hand slammed into its back. He could feel the other gripping his shoulder, slight fingers keeping him in place through a mixture of strength and the simple fact that he wasn't sure he wanted to see who was there after all. "Not you. The other lunatic. You're a bloody idiot, too, most likely, but at least you don't put something out every day. I'd ask what you're working on, but I don't particularly care, so let's get this the
Relaxation - tgAlex tensed, hand on one sword. He felt for the disturbance, lashing out at it, his sword sliding cleanly through the material. A pink dress fell to the floor.Relaxation - tg in Short Stories More Like This
"I was never fond of that dress," a woman murmured, sipping tea softly from a cushioned chair. She raised an eyebrow when Alex looked at her, her gaze flickering to the star emblazoned on his chest before settling back on his face. "Do you need something?"
" You're having tea in the middle of a battlefield," he informed her after a moment, his face twisting up in confusion.
"And you just slashed apart my least favorite dress. What exactly is your point?"
"Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask that you leave. And take the chair with you."
"So stuffy," she sighed, sipping the tea. She held it up under her nose for a moment, taking a deep smell of it into her lungs while Alex watched, shuffling uneasily back and forth. There was something about the woman which put him on edge. "The open field really is the best place for tea, you kn
ulti-cow - Lactate TGThe bottle slipped from Mal's hand, the last few drops of blue liquid dripping to the floor before the glass hit tile. It broke apart in a loud crash he failed to hear, his hands clasped hard against his ears. He could feel his fingertips hardening, the joints stiffening.ulti-cow - Lactate TG in Short Stories More Like This
"You " his mouth worked quietly for a moment, pain working in the jaw as his eyes searched the passive face of the man behind the counter. "You told me the potion would solve my artist's cramp!"
"And you elected to pay for the potion through services instead of cash." He smiled gently, almost kindly, a bare slip of white teeth showing through the delicate pink lips. Mal's heart beat a little faster when the man spoke, his voice soft. "You'll serve a month or two or longer if you decide you need some new things and then you'll be back to normal; artist's cramp free."
Mal nodded, almost numb; He could tell there was something wrong with that response. He shouldn't' have been giving in that easily. He kn
Speed Typer - Muse TGEthalia stretched, interlaced fingers straining against each other as she tried to loosen up her joints. It had been a while since she'd written up a proper scene for her apprentice, and Illysia was always a willing accomplice. Even when she didn't know she was being used for the purpose, her nature as a Distraction made sure of it.Speed Typer - Muse TG in Short Stories More Like This
Keeping one eye on the Plot to track their movements, she smiled as she leaned back in the chair. Her next victim would be arriving in "Three two " A knock on the door coincided with a fresh burst of typing on her computer screen, the Author's mind going into overdrive. She rose towards it, setting the story to auto-thread the storyline based on her movements, with an extra bit of tea in the tank for caffeine driven power. Kevin's hatred for coffee had a tendency to seep into the equipment.
"Coming!" she called with slight irritation when they knocked again. "That's always the problem with doing things hands on - it's impossible to keep the annoy
ComfortxxxComfort in Short Stories More Like This
Then I see your face
I know I'm finally yours
I find everything I thought I lost before
You call my name
I come to you in pieces
So you can make me whole
~ Pieces, RED
Jill lay sleepily on the bare chest of her lover, a hand gently placed just on top of his shoulder. Her other hand was tangled within his hair, loosely gripping his short, chocolate-colored locks. She fluttered her eyes open, allowing herself a soft smile as she pulled the sheets over her, covering most of their naked bodies.
Jill could not get back to sleep, so she, silently and gingerly, pulled herself off of her lover, sitting upright in the bed. She looked around the room for nothing in particular, her eyes resting on a small photo frame on the nightstand. Jill picked it up and smiled at the memories it brought back- they were all from her wedding day.
An arm snaked around her waist from behind, grabbing her attention. Jill p
SomewhereLight up, light upSomewhere in Short Stories More Like This
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear
~ Run, Snow Patrol
December 27, 1998
Somewhere in Europe...
It had been months since the last time Jill had seen Chris. A little bit before the Raccoon City Incident, Jill chose to remain in the corrupted city to investigate a facility underneath it, while Chris, along with Barry and Rebecca, chose to investigate Umbrella's European Headquarters.
A lot happened during that time. Jill hadn't discovered anything useful, and just as she was preparing to leave to meet up with them, there were reports of zombies in the city. Jill stayed longer to help usher civilians out of the city, rescuing a handful of people while waiting for the rescue the government promised, yet it never came. Jill decided to make her way out of the city, but ran into a few U.B.C.S. members, working with Carlos Oliveira to get out. Worse ye
Remember?Is it the way that you talkRemember? in Short Stories More Like This
That's causing me to freak?
Is it the way that you laugh
That's making my heart beat?
Is it the way that you kiss?
It's gotta be the way that you taste
~Gorgeous Nightmare, Escape the Fate
Laying on the couch stretched out were two people. A woman, deep asleep, laying comfortably on the chest of a sleeping man. His arm was wrapped around her as if to protect her from nightmares. They looked like two lovers enjoying each other's company.
Except they weren't dating, not involved romantically in the slightest. But they were so hopelessly in love, it was almost humorous. Then again, maybe it was.
Chris started to wake up, lifting his eyelids gradually. Immediately, his eyes fell on her sleeping form.
He remembered what his sister Claire said when she first meet Jill after they escaped Rockfort Island: "Are you two together or something? No? But you look so cute together!" He silently chuckled at the memory.
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I know where you hide
Alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls
~She Will Be Loved, Maroon 5
July 23, 1998
Chris Redfield's Apartment
Raccoon City, USA
Deep in a comfortable silence, two friends sat on a worn-down couch. The lights were turned completely off but the bright light of the TV illuminated the room. They were watching a movie, like they did every time they got a day off of work, and that day was no exception. That night, they enjoyed the horror film Night of the Living Dead in each other's silent company.
Occasionally, Chris would glance over to Jill and watch as she devoured the popcorn slowly, one by one, unaware that he was staring. He smiled softly to himself before returning to the movie, but he didn't know why.
If anyone asked them, they would simply state they
ForeverOh, tell me You're hereForever in Short Stories More Like This
That You will watch over me forever
Oh, take hold of my heart
Show me You'll love me forever
~ Forever, Fireflight
November 7, 2009
Chris Redfield's Apartment
New York City, USA
Sleeping peacefully, Chris's arm was draped gently over the warm body of Jill, who was also under of the veil of sleep. She breathed slowly, steadily, which gave comfort to him.
Chris slowly moved his hand to reach for hers, moving slowly to prevent waking her up. He tangled his fingers with hers, nestling in closer, his face brushing against her neck. He sighed as he breathed in her natural scent- flowery with a slight spice to it.
After a few moments without movement, Jill started to wake. She felt his presence before opening her eyes, basking in how tingly it felt to be so close to him finally.
Several months ago, Jill returned home from Africa in a completely devastated state. She pushed away most of the people who tried to hel
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If I don't say this now I will surely break
As I'm leaving the one I want to take
Forget the urgency but hurry up and wait
My heart has started to separate~ Look After You, The Fray
August 15, 1998
Jill Valentine's Apartment
Raccoon City, USA
Jill's cell phone rang, the simple ringtone blasting throughout her small room. Jill, annoyed and still tired, got out of bed and found her phone. The caller ID displayed a collection of numbers that Jill knew by heart, and her heart swelled thinking about what the caller wanted.
"Hello?" She pretended she didn't know who was calling.
"Hey, Jill. It's me."
"What do you want, Chris?" Jill feigned annoyance, but in her head was happy to hear his voice. The last few weeks since she came home from the mansion, she couldn't sleep a single night without being plagued by nightmares. She had dreams where she was the only one who survived, and it absolutely killed her, especiall
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I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved
~ She Will Be Loved, Maroon 5
May 20, 1997
Raccoon City, USA
Chris Redfield sat alone in the vacant office, busy finishing his report. It was early in the night shift, not quite 10 P.M., but it was unusually silent. A few of the regular cops were downstairs, and the other two S.T.A.R.S. members were busy. Joseph Frost was getting coffee, and possibly flirting with one of female cops like he normally did. Jill Valentine, Chris's partner and best friend, excused herself to take a phone call about ten minutes ago. He silently wondered what she was up to and if everything was okay.
Jill... He stared over at her desk instinctively- it became a habit. Truthfully, he couldn't keep his eyes off of her.
A Place Where You BelongxxxA Place Where You Belong in Short Stories More Like This
Chris Redfield sat on the edge of his bed, head in hands. All he could think about was his lost partner, Jill Valentine. Three months of searching, they could not find her body. They said she was dead, but it could not be. He couldn't shake the feeling that Jill was still alive, somewhere.
Your body's cold
Hope is lost
I can't let go
Chris felt like there was an empty void where Jill used to be, and he couldn't fill it with the comforting words of his friends and family. Jill was gone, there was nothing left for him. He sighed, and couldn't help but think about everything they went through- starting with that horrid disaster in the Arklay Mountains, and everything between then and now- they practically went through Heaven and Hell together, though mostly through Hell.
Can I die with you
So we can never grow old
Damn it. It should have been didn't deserve to die- and I didn't deserve to be saved- espe
End of a NightmareI will not die, I'll wait here for youEnd of a Nightmare in Short Stories More Like This
I feel alive, when you're beside me
I will not die, I'll wait here for you
In my time of dying
~ Time of Dying, three Days Grace
March 7, 2009
Inside an active Volcano
Kijuju, West Africa
Wesker growled in agony and anger as he stumbled backwards. Chris and Sheva kept their eyes on him, as well as their aim. The rock beneath them started to shake as the lava bubbled, causing all three of them to lose their balance.
A piece of the rock under Wesker broke off, then it became too weak to support his weight, and split into smaller pieces. As a result, Wesker tumbled into the lava, his screams heightening.
The sound of helicopter blades overhead caused the B.S.A.A. agents to look up. As predicted, a helicopter was flying above them. They could just barely see Josh Stone staring at them through the cockpit, and Jill Valentine in the back.
Relief fell over Chris, seeing the beautiful newly-blonde h
The Missing PieceLeaves made a crunching sound when they were crushed by light feet, clad in gently used black combat boots. The woman sighed loudly as she stopped, not three feet away from a tombstone. Her bright blue eyes read over the epitaph, tears burning at her eyes.The Missing Piece in Drama More Like This
In loving memory
She held her breath, then exhaled. It came out jagged, clearly the woman was close to tears. She inhaled sharply, then held it in until it hurt, then let it out again. A breathing technique she developed to stop her from crying. It worked- most of the time, anyway.
She kneeled down, touching the gravestone delicately. She wore a long sleeved black T-shirt with a gray, sleeveless jacket over top of it, the inside soft and fluffy. She matched it with a pair of worn jeans. They were faded and had holes on them, but she didn't care. She never wore bright colors on days like these.
The sound of rough footsteps was behind her, but she didn't move, didn't look away.
An Ending Worth Waiting ForPercy slid out the door and spotted Annabeth a little ways away leaning over the Argo II's rail. He walked toward her, noticing absent details like the fact that her hair was out of its usual ponytail and blowing freely in the breeze.An Ending Worth Waiting For in General Fiction More Like This
"Hey," he said coming up behind her. "Why aren't you inside partying with all the others?"
Annabeth glanced over her shoulder and shrugged. Her hands fiddled with the beads on her necklace. "I don't know. Just needed to think I guess."
Percy shook his head. "We win a war and you want to sit out here and think." It was just so Annabeth.
She turned and punched him in the shoulder. "Shut up, Seaweed Brain."
He smiled and lifted one of her hands off her necklace, threading their fingers together. "Well I think the amazing Miss Chase deserves at least one victory dance of the night."
She stared at their twined hands. "You know, technically its morning."
Percy rolled his eyes. "We're dancing," he pulled her close. "Even if you don't want to."
What Lies Behind You 1Please read the description first, thanks!What Lies Behind You 1 in General Fiction More Like This
"What lies behind you and what lies in front of you, pales in comparison to what lies inside of you." - Ralph Waldo Emerson
I glanced over. Annabeth was staring down at the wooden table in silence. I tried to catch her eye, to see if she was OK or not. She had looked so shocked before.
It wasn't often that someone shocked my girlfriend.
She refused to look up, though. I could see worry lines creasing her forehead as she furrowed her eyebrows. Her lips were pressed into a tight pink line.
Jason went on with the meeting. As he talked, Annabeth's gray eyes darkened until they were practically black, like a storm threatening to hit.
I tried to pay attention, really I did. I knew what he was saying would probably be important later on.
But that was later on, and right now all I could think about was that Annabeth was upset.
I tuned in a bit when Jason mentioned the Titan War that was fought last summer. He was discussing battle ta
Wakey, Wakey (Two Mini Stories In One)Annabeth took one hand off the wheel and smacked the back of her boyfriend's head.Wakey, Wakey (Two Mini Stories In One) in General Fiction More Like This
He snorted once then jerked awake. "Gah! What..." He rubbed his eyes. "We here already?"
She smirked. "Morning, Sleeping Beauty. You're drooling."
Percy sat up quickly and wiped at his mouth. Annabeth's grin widened.
"Guess some things never change," She told him and his face reddened. "Yeah, we're almost there. Road's about to get bumpy, so buckle up."
"I am buckled."
Annabeth rolled her eyes. "It's a figure of speech."
"Can't you just say 'brace yourself'?"
"Don't be annoying."
Percy crossed his arms with a satisfied smile. "So I'm right."
In answer Annabeth floored the accelerator, shutting him up quick.
"Aaaaanabeth. C'mon, Wise Girl, it's time to get up."
Annabeth turned away with a groan. Her arms were hugging her pillow like a teddy bear.
Percy rolled his eyes as she went back to snoring. And she complained he was stubborn in the morning.
"See?" He told her. "This is what happens when you s
Tripping, Slipping, and Other Romantic ThingsTakes place around when everyone thinks the Percabeth reunion is going to occur (so basically when the Argo II's heroes are on the ground introducing themselves to the Romans and Annabeth realizes Percy remembers her)Tripping, Slipping, and Other Romantic Things in General Fiction More Like This
And then her doubt seemed to evaporate as if it were water meeting scorching sunshine, for he knew. He knew.
The two camps spoke around her but the sound was lost behind the deafening roar in her head. She stared at his face, that beautiful face that had haunted her for so long, beaming with happiness while he bounced up and down in the grass. She found her hands parting Piper and Leo aside like a curtain in an almost dream like haze as her feet carried her forward on slow, hesitant steps. Impossible. She must be dreaming, any moment about to awake to cold reality.
Her pace picked up and his smile continued to grow as she finally shoved past Jason to stumble to the front line, gasps and glares erupting almost instantly among the Romans
Innocent Stare DownThe tension in the room was a live wire, quivering between the two sets of eyes that were intensely locked together in a silent stare down. Each breath was echoing, each pound of his heart was a heavy drum beat. Don't give in. A bead of cold sweat trickled from Percy's scalp, and traced its way down his face.Innocent Stare Down in General Fiction More Like This
Annabeth's eyes were the color of clouds before a rain storm, big and wide, heavy and pressing. Percy swallowed. Behind her long dark lashes, her gaze seemed to penetrate straight into his soul. Don't do it. Even as he thought it, he could feel himself cracking, breaking as glass does when it’s pushed on hard enough. He silently cursed her for possessing such power, using those big beautiful eyes to strike him down like a weapon in battle. Don't...
The words were rising up against his will, the desire to give in growing too strong. He had to. He--"Fine!" Percy blurted, just as Annabeth said, "Fine!"
They blinked at each other. Annabeth said, "Wait," at t
At HomeSpoilers for Mark of Athena!At Home in General Fiction More Like This
This one shot picks up where Rick Riordan left off before Percy and Annabeth fall asleep in the stables aboard the Argo II (So when they're cuddling). Warning: it's pretty fluffy.
"Shut up, Seaweed Brain. Just hold me for a while."
…Percy happily obliged and pulled Annabeth closer to him. Her body curved to fit his nearly perfectly and it was then that Percy realized how much he’d missed this, just lying next to Annabeth. Her soft hair brushed against his face feather soft, smelling of wildflowers and strawberries baking in the sun. If Percy closed his eyes he could almost imagine he was back at Camp Half-Blood, lounging in the strawberry fields with Annabeth like they used to do before…Well, before things had went bad.
Percy stuck his face into her hair and took a long whiff of summer. “You smell good,” he mumbled.
Annabeth laughed against him. “Good to know. You don’t smell too bad yourself.”
Of Baseball Caps and Deceitful Thinking"Boo!"Of Baseball Caps and Deceitful Thinking in General Fiction More Like This
The high voice rang out of nowhere and startled Percy so much he dropped the pen/sword he'd been holding.
Giggles erupted behind him and Percy cursed silently. Damn, she'd got him again. But this time he wasn't going to let her get away with it.
He whirled around and grabbed the air across from his head. Satisfied to feel fabric he yanked the cap off her head to reveal the one and only Annabeth Chase.
Her smirk melted into a look of surprise, and then, hmm, was that anger? Percy didn't know, but before she could grab it again he lifted the Yankees cap high above them both.
Annabeth immediately tried reaching up, but she was a bit too short. Just enough to give Percy the upper hand.
"Hey!" She jumped and he swung his arm back before her fingers could swipe it. "Give that back!"
A smirk grew across Percy's face as he held her at bay. Man, it felt good to be the one doing the annoying again! His girlfriend was nearly climbing on top of him and she still couldn't reach
Angel On the BeachPercy Jackson released a content sigh as he gazed across the sandy beach of Montauk, his old childhood summer escape. It had been years since he had visited, but the whole scene was as fresh as it was in his memories, as if he had stepped right into an old photograph snapped by his mother—the ocean’s familiar roar in the distance, pounding the shoreline where a little blue beach house was nestled in the sand like an old friend, with its creaky steps and peeling paint job—the place was practically home. But it held something now that it hadn’t before, something that made it infinitely more magnificent than the place already was, or rather—two somethings.Angel On the Beach in General Fiction More Like This
“Percy, put that stupid camera away.” Percy tore his eyes from the little peephole in the camcorder—a hand me down classic courtesy of Sally and Paul—and met his wife’s stormy gaze. There was a scowl on her sun flushed face, pretty as ever, and her long blonde hair was c
Her Favorite DreamIt all started with the shaking. That was how it always started.Her Favorite Dream in General Fiction More Like This
Someone was gently shaking her shoulder, whispering her name over and over. She knew the voice and she knew who she would find standing above her if she resolved to open her eyes. The aching disappointment she would feel later, when she awoke, that tore her heart in half as easily as if it were made of flimsy paper.
She did it anyways because any glimpse of him, unreal or not, was better than nothing.
Annabeth peeled her eyes open. She peered up through her slit eyelids, felt her chest tighten; there he was, within touching distance, standing above her in all his glory.
A thought registered in the depths of her half-awake mind, and with it came surprise. He was much clearer than the image her mind usually conjured up in the dreams. She was not complaining, however, no matter how much she was sure the visualization would cost her later.
She focused on his face. A face she thought that was as beautiful as any god's, though
Always TherePercy was snoring.Always There in General Fiction More Like This
Funny, Annabeth thought, as she stood as a shadow over his bed, that he would be sleeping soundly while sweet dreams remained stubbornly out of her reach.
She slipped off her cap and felt the familiar brush of her hair as it tumbled down her back. Its magic had returned since the Second Giant War had come to a closing. Athena had even apologized to her face for the mishap—a stiff, barely intelligible mutter, accompanied by an awkward handshake—but an apology all the same. Annabeth watched the faded white New York Yankees symbol brighten as she set it on Percy’s bedside table and it entered the circle of light cast from the lamp situated on its top. A sad smile pulled at her lips. That poor cap had been through a lot; it had traveled across the country--twice--sailed over the Sea of Monsters, and been her trusty companion in the Battle of Manhattan. There was only one place she had been where the hat had not been with her. One place it would never se
Family"I have to introduce you to my family this year, you do realize that don't you, Artie?"Family in Humor More Like This
She froze completely as his words sunk into her being. "M-meet your family?" she bit her tongue as she stuttered over her question.
"Yeah I told you about it a long time ago "
"I thought you were joking!"
"Why would I joke about that?"
"You joke about everything else in life!"
"Not the important things!"
"You joked about you being sterile so we could have sex without a condom!"
"That didn't end badly, though "
She swallowed hard and looked down fiddling with her finger, "Wally baby, there's something I need to tell you "
He looked at her, urging her to continue with his hands, "Okaaay, and ?"
"We'll be having our own family soon enough I'm pregnant."
PresentsThe yellow and red wrapped package sat in front of me and I couldn't think clearly from wanting to open it so badly. I knew even though it wasn't addressed to anyone that it was mine. Because obviously, only I was awesome enough to be associated with those colors.Presents in Romance More Like This
But because Kaldur was in charge, he decided that instead of going at the presents like animals that we take turns opening our present from our secret Santa's. So because my named started with a 'W', I was blessed with the honor of going last.
Being a name that started with 'A', Artemis opened hers first and received a golden tipped arrow from Kaldur. I rolled my eyes; clearly he just wanted to get in her pants so obvious. But what I didn't get was why he wanted her when Megan was clearly more superior to the blonde.
Kaldur went next and was gifted with a sexy half naked mermaid that looked like The Little Mermaid from Robin. We all thought it was hilariously ironic, but Kaldur did not. In fact, he thought it was condes
Spitfire Week: SecretSecret.Spitfire Week: Secret in Romance More Like This
A word described as "something that is kept secret, hidden, or concealed."
It meant a lot to have one. But it meant even more to keep it away from people. It could make or break a person, relationship or bond.
It was dark and heavy. It possessed the ability to suffocate someone not strong enough to wield it. It could build and build on a person's shoulder until they broke down entirely. It made a person want to hole up and stay hidden from the rest of the world. If they didn't have to see people, it didn't hurt as badly.
It was something that let a person know that they were their own person. That they had privacy. That they didn't have to share their entire lives with everyone around them. Everyone had one. Everyone kept one. It was expected from everyone.
Hell, it was weirder and far stranger if someone didn't have a secret. That only meant they couldn't be trusted.
If they have nothing to hide, they have nothing to live for.
If they have nothing to live for, they're foolish.
Santa ClausI watched as 'Santa' put presents under the Christmas trees for the rest of us in the tower. It was ridiculous really watching Wally dress up as a fat man in a red suit with a white beard and mane. I snorted when he bent down and his belt popped off.Santa Claus in Romance More Like This
I ducked quickly when the buckle came flying at my head, "Hey! Santa! Watch it!
Wally snapped his head in my direction abruptly when he heard my voice, "Artie! What are you doing up?! Because you saw Santa you don't get your present in the morning now." he stuck tongue out at me as he mocked me.
I barked a laugh at his preposterousness, "Really? Are you really going to play that? It's alright, St. Nick. I'll manage without a gift " I turned to leave, but stopped as I was halfway to the door. Turning around, I lowered my already husky voice down an octave, "But can you live without my kiss?"
I turned away again, but didn't get far as I felt Wally's hand snake out, grabbing my wrist in a vise like grip. He twirled me around,
Pudding"You're gonna fail at getting Megan like you fail at life." Artemis sneered in passing as she grabbed a pudding snack cup from the fridge.Pudding in Romance More Like This
"Why do you have to be such a bitch?" Wally popped the lid off his own pudding cup and dug his spoon in, "Do you really have a stick shoved that far up your ass that everyone around you has to be miserable, too?"
She clenched her fist, but kept her mouth shut as she walked by him. He snickered, "Yeah, that's right, I win. Who's the failure now?"
Stopping abruptly, she turned back to him. She was sick of being called a failure, and she'd be damned if she'd let him talk to her that way. Clenching her pudding cup in her fist, making sure the vanilla goop spilled over the sides she turned it over his head.
Laughing, she watched as she smeared it over his hair and down his face. He jumped from his spot and charged at her yelling. Her eyes widened in surprise and she squeaked as she ran away from him. She didn't get far.
He tackled her from behind and the
Future"Please, Artie let's do it. Let's just do it. You know you want to. You know I want to. I love you. With all my heart. With every fiber in my being. Please. I want to spend forever with you. I want to be with you the rest of my life. You are my future."Future in Romance More Like This
Artemis stared down at Wally, stunned. He was on one knee before, holding up a small felt box. Inside was a one of a kind, custom made ring. For her. Just for her. He wanted to marry her. Be her forever man and here she was just staring at him.
She claimed she wasn't scared of anything. She was fearless. Death itself didn't scare her. But the thought of marrying Wally- marrying anyone for that matter scared the shit out of her. She didn't know how to deal with it. She swallowed hard and looked at him again, prepared to tell him no.
But she looked into his green eyes; she knew she didn't want to say no. Not really anyway. She loved this man before her. She wanted to spend the rest of forever with him. Putting a title to it, s
New LifeI should have done this a long time ago...New Life in Romance More Like This
Artemis jolted from her sleep as Wally's voice whispered around her. Frantically, she looked around, a flash of red and yellow assaulted her eyes, but she dismissed it quickly. Her mind was playing tricks on her. Wally was dead. Had been for months. Get your shit together, Crock. He's never coming back.
Shivers ran over her skin as she blinked back the tears. Closing her eyes against the images of him in his stealth mode costume as he swung her up in his arms and kissed her for the first time. Sobbing quietly to herself, Artemis mumbled, “No kidding...” before she drifted back into a Wally filled sleep.
*** *** ***
As the sun came up, Artemis dragged her lazy ass out of bed. She had to go meet the rest of the team. She still had a role to play, maybe not as Artemis anymore, but as Tigress. It was still an important role anyway. Nightwing would be pissed if she showed up late again.
Even though he knew what she was going thro
Spitfire Week: 3 AMI pushed open the heavy double doors that lead to the parking lot from the movie theater and shivered immediately from the warm summer breeze that blew across my skin. Twisting my neck from side to side until I heard the tell tale pop that said I sat for too long in the same position, I started on my way toward my truck.Spitfire Week: 3 AM in Romance More Like This
As I approached the massive white machine, I heard a voice calling me from another direction, "Artemis? Is that you?" the slight husky tone to the voice sent a shiver down my spine and something tickled in the back of my head; it sounded familiar to me...
I turned to get a better look at the body who held the voice and was stunned instantly. No way. That could NOT be HIM...could it? Christ, when did he get so damned sexy? He was not that tall the last time I saw him, was he? No, no, certainly not. I would have paid more attention to him if he were.
Before me stood Wally West, a boy I knew in high school that had been the smart sciency nerd in school who helped me pass
I Miss YouArtemis laid out a blanket out on the grass as butterflies took to the sky in a swarm. It was a beautiful sight if she was being honest with herself. Hundreds of wings flapping in sync as they wandered.I Miss You in Romance More Like This
She smiled to herself as she set her picnic basket down. Supposed to be meeting a friend here, she sat down and waited patiently. She started humming to herself a sweet, sad ballad that had been stuck in her head for days now.
Lost in thought, she looked up, seeing a familiar shape coming up and smiled, "Oh, my God, it's you. I never thought I'd see you here!" She smiled as she spoke. It wasn't the friend she was expecting but it was a nice surprise.
Raising to her knees, she smiled again, "Looks like all is well, I see. I'm happy for you." She grinned and blushed, "Oh, me? Well, I'm not gonna lie."
And she wasn't. Lately, everything had been going perfect for her. Training had been going great. She was the top of her class now. She was on good terms with all of her friends. "I go
The Night Before ChristmasThe night before Christmas, Artemis spun around with Wally through the Tower. Her hair glowed brightly under the Christmas lights and she laughed quietly as Wally bumped into a wall. He flipped them around quickly, pressing her back into the plaster.The Night Before Christmas in General Fiction More Like This
She repressed a smile, when he leaned his head down and kissed her neck. A sharp pain shot to her right temple and it took all she had not to screech out in agony. This had been happening for far too long. It was time she did some research.
She placed her hands against his chest and pushed him away. "Horny, much, babe?"
He smirked, pressing back against her and bit her neck hard. "Always for you."
She pushed at him again and tried her damndest now to giggle like a goddamn girl. "Wally baby, lemme go. I need to check my email before you decide you want to play."
She ducked under his arms that were outstretching toward her, and ran to her room fast. She booted up her laptop and clicked away at the keyboard. She found what she needed and read
Time~Wally + Artemis~Time in Romance More Like This
If I live through this, he thinks, I'm gonna kiss her.
It's a ridiculous thought, of course. A very Wally thought. Especially at a time like this, when he should be worried about the state of his uncle and not the affinity of Artemis' lips.
But he can't help himself. Sure, he's been focused. He's been focused this whole time, studying his surroundings, figuring out that the Team is only still alive because the JLA is being controlled. Limited. Manipulated by Vandal Savage and a kid who happens to be a Lord of Chaos.
But he's also been distracted. He's been increasingly aware of Artemis' presence, tediously conscious of how close she is, of her positioning and movements.
It's time he stops flat-out denying it.
He's intoxicated by her. He's fascinated by her. She's the only woman he's ever met who's made him like this. Who makes him nervous. Who makes him angry. Who throws off his cool demeanor, rips it off like a painful blister, and challenges him
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~Wally + Artemis~
Chapter 1: Make Daddy Proud
That night, there was no one to watch her as she fell. No one knew that she was twisting and turning in her bed, caught up in a dream that wouldn't release her. It held on, wrapping its claws around her and rattling her until it got its message across, a message that she wouldn't forget. Not for a very long time.
Her breaths were ragged as she pulled the covers tighter around her, grinding her teeth together. It would have been an odd sight for anyone who didn't know Artemis. But The Girl With The Arrows was no newcomer to nightmares.
Watching her, it was almost pathetic and terrifying at the same time. She would twist and mutter something, then open her mouth as if to cry out, only to shut it again. In the dream, it was not at all pathetic and only terrifying.
She was running down a long, narrow hallway with emerald walls and cold tile floor. The hallway was endless, she already knew that, but she kept running anyway. Fro
Banana Pancakes~Wally + Artemis~Banana Pancakes in Romance More Like This
A frothy light spills into the bedroom from outside the closed shades. It's dimmed by the falling rain, trilling a steady heartbeat, tapping the dirty window. Inside the house, the fan whirs over two sleeping figures, wrapped in sheets like hot pockets. One of them has his arms slung haphazardly across the bed, his right resting atop his companion. She, on the other hand, sleeps in a contained ball, the blankets covering her chin. The two breath slowly, deeply, as the digital clock switches to 6:30.
It's at that exact moment when the phone rings. The stereotypical, high-pitched noise cuts through the calm and snatches their sleep right away from them. They're aren't exactly surprisedalarms and phones and annoying noises come with the job description. Full-time superhero, and now? Full-time spouse.
The phone continues to cackle its amused screech, and the woman reacts first. Drowsily, she reaches over her husband and gropeswith no availat t
Almost Handsome~Wally + Artemis~Almost Handsome in Romance More Like This
~Day Two: AU~
No matter how many times the pages turned, the story remained the same. And yet, every time, it was just as wonderful as the first. Wuthering Heights always remained amazing. It was absolutely breathtaking to the girl who was currently reading it, her forefinger absently stroking the binding as she rested her chin on her other hand. It was a lazy day today, sun steaming in from the townhouse window and spilling down onto the polished tile floor. It skittered over the ground and across to the plush red velvet armchair where the girl was reading.
Her legs were tucked up underneath her in a rather unladylike fashion, her golden hair loose and falling down about her shoulders. She licked the tip of her finger and turned the page again. Oh, Heathcliff. Oh, Catherine. If only such a romance was realistic in any sense of the word. And poor Mr. Lockwood! Caught up in all this mess.
"The return of sunshine was welcomed by answering sunshine from him. I
Keep It Simple~Wally + Artemis~Keep It Simple in Romance More Like This
It wasn't exactly a gorgeous day. Of course, it was never gorgeous in Gotham, but this day was particularly depressing. The streets outside the brick restaurant were cold and dreary, littered with dots of people in dark windbreaker jackets, carrying darker umbrellas. They moved about in quick bursts of clicking heels and stomping boots, trying to get home before the sky grew any greyer.
Wally had taken Artemis out to dinner that evening, at Ray's, a small, romantic diner near the outskirts of the city. Most of the nicer places were on the outskirts of the city. It was where one could at least pretend that Gotham was a charming place, full of happy, smiling people who held hands in the movies and weren't afraid of serial killers in back-alleys or junkies near the day care.
Ray's was a safe-haven for Wally and Artemis. The restaurant was owned by an elderly Italian nicknamed Vinny, and his 18-year-old nephew, Ray, who served a small number of cus
Littleton Park~Wally + Artemis~Littleton Park in Romance More Like This
~Day One: Secret~
Outside of eastern Gotham City, there was a park called Littleton. It was a shabby thing, with rusted metal swings, a scratched slide that was streaked with mud, and a tiny tree house that looked about ready to fall out of its tree. Littleton was rarely visited and never renovated. Its woodchips had long since grown brown and rotten. The ground was spongy and always damp, whether it had rained the night before or not. The only buildings in the area were small apartments and duplexes, all of which had the same deserted appearance as a trailer park. The area was quiet and the scenery nothing to be excited about. The people who did live there lived their lives quietly, inconspicuously, keeping their secrets to themselves.
In one such duplex, there lived a father and his little girl. The other side of their duplex was unoccupied, and so the two of them were free to do as they pleased. They drew up the curtains and moved in a few pieces of furnitur
Insane~Wally + Artemis~Insane in Fan Fiction More Like This
It is in this one, odd, singular moment that everything changes. It is in this one second, this one feeling, that she loses her guard and pulls back her haughtiness. It is now that she breaks down, and finally gives in. She's tired of fighting. And, more importantly, she's tired of losing every battle she fights.
The way he handles her is so natural it's almost surreal. She never could have thought he would be this gentle. He's stupid, sure, and reckless and cocky. But not oblivious. Not incapable of emotion, either. In some strange, hidden part of him, concealed by those bitter retorts, he cares about her. And he knows that she's not who she appears to be.
They are alone. Something she normally wouldn't allow, not at any cost. But this is different. She is feeling the lies begin to unravel, and she knows she will have to tell the truth soon. She knows that this little game she's been playing, pretending to be "Little Miss Hero", is soon to end. And so she's going to
Never Gonna Leave This Bed~Wally + Artemis~Never Gonna Leave This Bed in Romance More Like This
This is where they always end up. No matter how hard they try to rid themselves of each other, they always seem to end up right back where they started. In this bed, her head resting against his chest, his hand absently stroking her hair. Their eyes open.
He's tried leaving her. Tried multiple times over the years, but only succeeded once. That one time was two weeks ago, when things just spiraled out of control and each jab went a step farther than the last.
He exhales and touches his nose to her head, in an unusually deep amount of thought. He doesn't know why he keeps coming back here, why he keeps putting himself though this. He doesn't even know if it's worth it. He sometimes thinks it is, and other times it feels like he's grabbing for something that's already gone. Or maybe it was never even there.
This last thought sticks out abruptly and he blinks, refocusing, and almost shakes his head at himself. No, the feeling for her was always there. Or else he never wo
Caught in the Act~Wally + Artemis~Caught in the Act in Humor More Like This
~Day Four: Fate~
Kent Nelson was getting quite fed up.
It wasn't that life inside of the golden Dr. Fate helmet was all that bad. It was nice, actually. Quiet, calm, and of course Nabu was there to keep him company. He learned much inside the helmet, exploring new magic, watching new things. And, of course, there was always his beloved Inza to think about, when the days would get long. He would come to her someday.
No, nothing about being inside Dr. Fate bothered Kent. It was what was outside of Dr. Fate.
The helmet made its residence on top of a collection of dark brown shelves, resting delicately next to a grinning cat mask, a slender arrow, a red cowl, and a single robotic eyeball. These partners were also not what bothered Kent. On days when life inside the helmet got boring, he would actually look out at them and imagine exactly who (or what) they must have belonged to.
But, of course, these souvenirs were not the only thing in the room. Or in the building
We're All Mad Here~Wally + Artemis~We're All Mad Here in Romance More Like This
Wally comes home most nights as early as he can. He doesn't like leaving Artemis waiting, especially after what happened a few months ago.
But one night he's running late. Traffic was bad on the freeway, and the stoplights down Redwood Avenue didn't help much. So when he pulls into the driveway of his Palo Alto home, he's hoping Artemis is already in bed.
Instead, he finds the kitchen lights still on. The refrigerator is cracked, he sees, as he gently calls Artemis' name. He slides his hand along the dirty counter, noticing a puddle of liquid on one side. It's a very dark red, almost like blood, too red to be Norman's business or a chemical spill.
He pokes his head around the corner wall, and finally finds her.
She's seated in the living room on the brown couch, her legs folded beneath her. An untouched piece of chocolate cake sits on the coffee table, amongst the various dust-gathering magazines. In her right hand, she's clutching a glass of red wine in a
RE Fic : Male IssuesA/N;RE Fic : Male Issues in Fan Fiction More Like This
So I was staying at my pals for a week end and she was telling me about someone her friend used to go out with. It just made me laugh, and I just felt like writing this. Not the best, but hell, its something eh?
Resident Evil Clearly I dont own it or I wouldnt NEED to be writing fanfics.
The day had been a little more Quiet than others. This was due to the feelings that appeared to surround a certain Ms. Valentine. Whenever this sort of thing happened, everyone walked on their toes and made sure not to say anything stupid to her Unless they were absolutely positive she would take it with jest. Or if they were Chris Redfield, who seemed accustom to the womans moods and was experiences in both dealing with them and managing to shift her views back to brighter sights.
No sooner had the clock in the office struck the oh-so-loved time associated with lunch did Jill haul herself out of the r
Borderlands: Sleep It OffWomen.Borderlands: Sleep It Off in Fan Fiction More Like This
He had more than enough reasons not to get involved with people, let alone women.
'People aren't worth your time, especially girls,' his mother had always warned him, 'And please, stop leaving dead animals in the lounge, especially if you've been tearing them up.'
The latter and former where often said together on various, usually in regards as to why through the years he hadn't been very much liked by the girls at his schools. He'd been 'quirky', usually in the wrong ways, and showing an interest in hunting and taxidermy at a young age was rather frowned upon where he had grown up. A little on the 'sick' side, most of the parental figures had written down when they took to writing about him. Those parental figures were usually women to boot.
That aside, he had never met a woman who was more a pain in the arse than that damned siren. If things had gone his way she wouldn't have been in the picture to begin with. It would have been just him, Pandora's desert, Bloodwing and
Re Fic : Below Her BalconyA/N;Re Fic : Below Her Balcony in Fan Fiction More Like This
Yeah yeah, I know. I should be working on Je Men Fous and the others. I am D: Im just.... Writing other stuff while Im at it DX Sorry guys.
Well this one? Ive been listening to a bunch of songs by The Script lately, so, blame them for this one. Gah.
Oh yeah, I hate Microsoft Word on Windows Vista. Stupid school computers should have stuck with XP. I have enough trouble finding the word count as it is! ... Hehe, I guess this could be considered a follow up to Male Issues? It, it wasnt meant to be, and Im sorry for writing so much CxJ ;_;
Resident Evil clearly not property of mine.
Just get the hell out!!
People in the hall turned their heads towards a certain apartment door, all apparently taken off guard by the sudden shout. It had been such a long time since they had heard any form of aggression behind that door, and it all sounded too familiar. People
RE Fic : A Small FavourA/N;RE Fic : A Small Favour in Fan Fiction More Like This
Eh heh I really should be taking a break from these two DX But I had this in my head today and well, I wanted Ditto to have something to look forward to when she got back from her slave labour (Work XD).
So uhm. Heres this?
Chris I need to ask you a favour, if its not too much
The voice on the other line was instantly recognized by the man. Even with the slight changes in pitch and tone that the phone caused, he could still determine Jill Valentine. However, her voice lacked the usual enthusiasm or sarcasm it often held depending on the situation. Chris Redfield balanced the phone between his ear and his shoulder as he tried to fix the phone.
The female STARS member sounded serious and distressed on the other line.
Whats wrong, V? He asked cautiously, not wanting to set the girl off. He walked over to his apartments window, pulling the
RE Fic: Je m'en Fous : ch. 1A/N;RE Fic: Je m'en Fous : ch. 1 in Fan Fiction More Like This
You know, I have no idea what this is XD I just decided, at 3:20am, while lying in bed thinking about half the shit me and my friends joke about. And my mind came up with one sentence I wanted Jill to say to Rebecca and it was sealed.
So basically this whole story is putting together all the little jokes and idea Toshyii, Shin and I have come up with. And all the other little things that have happened with little people. And Something else that I refuse to mention. I dont know whether this is meant to be Humour, Drama or Romance o_o; Its DEFIANTELY Humour, cmon. Theres a bit of drama, but I dont know if its romance >_>
For some strange reason Jill and Chris relationship always comes to my mind when I listen to One Week, that song by Bare Naked Ladies. I guess I just see it more light hearted than most people like to. Cause if they arent lovers, theyre best friends in my books XD I have a history of losin
RE Fic : Her Morning EleganceThere was a little down, off far from the city. Tamed, offering little to no surprises, and still held its strong green and crisp appearance. Front lawns, parks, side path flower beds, grass seemed to be everywhere.RE Fic : Her Morning Elegance in Fan Fiction More Like This
Wind carried a sweet scent across the town, over the trees, past the cars, seeping into the open windows of stores, houses. A few occupants of either later noticed the cool warm breeze, either choosing to ignore it or close the offending window.
The air brushed past a brick fence, though the gaps of the black, open gate in between. It blew over the equally green lawn as those outside, over the few things scattered over and around the path, settling to a second floor window. Past the leaves of the tree in front of the window, that breeze was more than happy to welcome itself in, the wide open window granting it so.
It did little to disturb the room. The room itself wasn't empty in the slightest, but neither was it stocked to the brim. A bedroom, and that seemed to be all it
RE Fic : First Encounter Ch. 1A/N;RE Fic : First Encounter Ch. 1 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Just Something I wanted to write XD This is only meant to be a two parter, especially since I should really cool down on the Jill and Chris fanfics. Much thanks to Ditto9 for beta reading this for me and picking up my really sad mistakes XDD!
Winter had rolled around early to Raccoon City About a month earlier than what was commonly accepted on the calendars plastered on the walls of many office rooms. Specks of snow were beginning to pile up on the railings of the building, while the windows were becoming dirty with the frozen water. For now the city was only being shown a small lead up to what was to come that winter A far harsher strike of the season than usual.
Most of the officers in the department building wore extra jackets and scarves, while others were being laughed at for wearing beanies that just looked ridiculous with their uniforms. It was one of those days that the coff
RE Fic : CuddleA/N;RE Fic : Cuddle in Fan Fiction More Like This
Baaah. Sorry for no updates on my other stories. I just really havent been in a writing mood likely :c Ill start then stop about 2 minutes later. Im hoping with this I can get back into the writing mood after Manifest 8D; If youre there, say Hello You cant miss me Ill be Alexia Ashford :c
Gah, I wish I could have made this longer xD; Once again thanks Ditto for reading over it for me n_n
Resident Evil isnt mine, of course.
Cmon, Chris, give me a cuddle.
The man gave a loud grunt in reply and rolled onto his side, back facing the woman beside him. She pouted in return, placing her hand on his shoulder and giving him a light shake. He gave another grunt, shoving her slender fingers off of him.
All he wanted to do was close his eyes and fall to sleep. Glancing at the clock on the drawer next to the side
RE Fic : Heavy SnowfallA/N;RE Fic : Heavy Snowfall in Fan Fiction More Like This
This was a joke between myself and my friends, Tosh and Shin. Originally I was going to draw this as a comic But then I remembered that I have a 10% complication rate when it comes to comics.
Yes, these are the sorts of things we talk about on our walks to and from school, to houses, bus stops, stores XD Some days its just awesome to be us. And its always awesome to have friends like those two :3
Now there are different types of snow. There is hail, that in a great enough quantity can be deemed as snow, while there is also powder snow, soft and rather romantic at time. Then there are drifts, just a little heavier, or lighter depending on when youre from. Followed by that are storms, which can be quite annoying and cause some traffic problems.
Then there are blizzards... In the middle of Russia.
Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine stood in the middle of what appeared to be a raging storm, barely visible
RE Fic : A Small Favour 2A/N;RE Fic : A Small Favour 2 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Considering my mood and the worry for my dog's health, I figured I could get around to writing this. I'd like to say in advance, 'Sorry'.
Chris had wanted to keep his promise that he had made to Jill, no matter what. As such he had ended up falling asleep in his car, waiting for her return. He knew well that they would probably have to keep Milo in over night considering the operation, so guess Jill would arrive on her own.
Or in the morning He wouldn't put it past her to stay there all night in the waiting rooms. There was no way he could blame her if she did, she clearly cared very deeply for that feline.
At some early hour of the morning, before the sun had even given a hint of rising, Chris was awoken by the heavy sound of his door opening. He barely had a chance to open his eyes before Jill's arms had slinked around his neck, holding tightly while leaving the door open. It didn
Spitfire Week Day 7--Food"ARTEMIS, QUICK," Jenna yelled, as she burst around the corner and ran towards them, "Zombie survival team. PICK. Now!"Spitfire Week Day 7--Food in Humor More Like This
"Um " Artemis began, temporarily stunned.
"Lance said he'd rather have Batman than Superman; I think he's crazy so I need your picks. Who's your right hander?"
"Um Kid Flash," Artemis chose, looking slyly towards Wally, who was standing beside her in the school hallway.
"Are you serious Arty??" Jenna cried in disbelief, "The zombies are attacking and who do you want watching your back? Kid Flash? I mean you could at least choose someone useful, like The Flash or if you're looking for someone younger then maybe Superboy or something but, Kid Flash??? Really???"
Jenna didn't mean to be insulting. She was something of a geek and she knew a good deal about superheroes. Ever since Superman had shown up about fifteen years ago a lot of people had become obsessed with the exploits of the Justice League and lately even the Young Justice League
ColdCold:Cold in General Fiction More Like This
"You suth, yah know dat Wally?" Artemis sniffed, bringing a tissue to her nose and blowing profusely.
"Meh?" he choked, "Whadid I do?"
"You got be sict, wid dis stupid" she paused again to blow her nose, "code."
"Nod may fault," he coughed, "How'd I know it wus contaygus?"
She sighed and turned her attention back to the TV. He had been sick a few days ago, not that bad really, but apparently it had been contagious because now Artemis had it too, sniffles and all. They had both come in that day, not feeling up to par, yes, but still excited for the new mission Batman promised. By this point in the day they were almost immobile; Batman had ordered them to stay in the cave, at least until a parent could pick them up, and seeing as it was only 2:00, that didn't seem very likely.
Red Tornado was on watch duty since, as an android, he wasn't susceptible to colds, but he kept out of the way nonetheless. He seemed to think that it would be best that way. And so with a roboti
I Got YouFate:I Got You in Romance More Like This
Back then, back in high school, things were so much simpler, things were so much better. Better, she supposed, because they were together. Well, not really together, per say, but they weren't apart. For most of it they didn't even like each other; always at each other's throats; what was their problem?
Each other, mostly but why? Why? She thought to herself.Why?
She barely even knew what that meant. Why what? Why did they fight? Why had she hated him? Why couldn't she have seen it? Why did things have to happen as they did? Why was it that now, nearly ten years after their first meeting, everything had gone so horribly, horribly wrong? And why, oh why, was he standing at the front of a gorgeous church, with a gorgeous girl on his arm? And why, dear god why, wasn't that girl her?
They had hated each other for a very long time. They had fought constantly. They had cooled down. They had become friends. They had even dated for a short time but they had spli
Spitfire Week Day 6--CollegeIt's not that history class is boring, per say, it's just that it's not interesting.Spitfire Week Day 6--College in General Fiction More Like This
Wally looked wearily towards the teacher, Mr. Barker, an aging man from up North with an affinity for the sound of his own voice and a knack for rambling. It wasn't that he was a bad teacher, really, because listening to him it was clear he knew what he was talking about and a hell of a lot more, but rather, he wasn't interesting. He wasn't even interested in being interesting. He was perfectly okay with delivering a lecture of and hour's length without one important or exciting point in it. Today was no exception.
They were studying the Spanish-American war, or more specifically the part of it that took place in the Philippines. Wally knew from the research project they had done the night before that this wasn't a dull topic. Sure the war was short, but that made it even more exciting. However, listening to Mr. Barker you would have thought that the only thing that happened the whole time was that cer
Spitfire Week Day 3--Grass"Well, I'm not the one who chose to write a 26 page report on grass, Wally."Spitfire Week Day 3--Grass in General Fiction More Like This
"I didn't CHOOSE it, babe, I drew it out of a hat."
"And what were the other choices? There had to be something better than grass!"
"Yeah, mushrooms, wild onions, ferns, potatoes oh, and don't forget the ever exciting world of moss."
"So why did you even take this course? I mean, the description didn't even sound remotely interesting. You're a chemist, Mr. West, not an ecologist."
"Yes, Ms. Crock, but I told you, the university wouldn't allow me in any advanced chemistry classes and the basic level would have bored me to tears! Ecology was the only accelerated level science they would let me take and you know how I can't stand being bored in science class."
"And grass isn't boring?"
" Grass is boring. That's why I need your help."
"Sure, Wally, like I know anything more about grass than you do."
"No, but you can look it up, can't you? Two heads are better than one, am I right?"
Red HandsPainRed Hands in Humor More Like This
"Um what are you doing?" Artemis asked in that condescending tone she reserved especially for Kid Flash and his antics.
"Red Hands, Arty," Robin replied cheerfully as he sent a tiny twitch through his hands. Wally recoiled his quickly, scowled and placed them, palms down, back on top of the Boy Wonder's.
"Don't tell me you've never heard of Red Hands before! It's like the oldest game in the book!"
"Yeah Wall-Man, I've heard of it," Artemis replied dully, "but where I come from we don't play it like that."
"Oh yeah? Well where do you come from?" Wally asked, inching his face closer to hers, his eyes bulging out in accusation.
Artemis glared at him, he was about to speak when Robin flipped his hands out from under Wally's and slapped him as hard as he could on the backs of his hands.
"Yeeow!! Jeez Rob, a little harsh?"
"Sorry, dude, I didn't mean to incruciate you so much," he replied laughing.
"In-cruciate? Like the opposite of excruciate? How does that even apply?" Wa
Are You Nervous?Are you nervous?Are You Nervous? in Humor More Like This
The team had just gotten back after spending several weeks off in the Mid-East looking into a terrorist plot which turned out to be a joke. They were in dire need of some relaxation time.
"POOL PARTY!" shouted Kid Flash as he cannonballed into the small pool just outside of HQ.
Aqualad carefully placed his belongings on a nearby table and dove in, arms extended, with every bit of grace you would expect from someone who has spent most of his life under water.
Robin took a running start and back flipped into the deep end. In true form he still had on his glasses, even underwater.
Superboy jumped nearly ten feet in the air before coming down hard in the middle of the pool, splashing out most of the water and bringing about half hearted complaints from the rest of the team.
Artemis and Megan just looked at each other.
"Aren't you guys coming?" asked Kid Flash impatiently.
"Give me a minute Baywatch, some of us actually like to take our time getting in the water," Ar
3:00am--Spitfire Week Day TwoIt's 3:00 in the morning and she's doing it again. Just like she always does, just about every other week. She's up out of bed and pacing frantically back and forth, racked with nightmares she can't make leave. Yet, despite her active nature her eyes are closed and, however fitfully, she is still sleeping.3:00am--Spitfire Week Day Two in General Fiction More Like This
She picks a section of the room, about a foot wide and four feet long and it seems she's determined to wear a hole in the carpet. Every few seconds she'll stopstock stilland shake so hard I can see it, almost feel it through the floor. She clenches and unclenches her hands. Forming fist after fist in a desperate attempt totoI can't imagine what. To fight some enemy, perhaps, that she can never hope to vanquish? To end, once and for all, some conversation gone wrong? Is it an act of defiance against an unknown mentor? A threat of some kind?
Or perhaps tonight she is grabbing something, trying hard to clutch it in her hand even as it slips from her grasp. Maybe
Partners to Lovers TG"We always get stuck with the crazies!" yelled Officer John as he typed on the laptop in the patrol car.Partners to Lovers TG in Short Stories More Like This
"Oh well at least we can grab a bite to eat afterwards without being bitched at by the Chief. Besides taking care of the crazies is what we do best." laughed Officer Tom as he kept a close eye on the traffic ahead of them.
John and Tom have been friends ever since they started in the police academy and were lucky to be partners when it was all said and done. They specialized in taking what they refer to as the "crazies" into custody for the good of the public, the "crazies" ranged from people drunk off their ass or those who had some mental disability and had snapped. Everyone down at the local station called these groups of people the "crazies" because you had to be crazy to deal with them on a daily basis.
The two officers were on their usual patrol around a couple neighborhoods when they had gotten a call about one of the "crazies" causing problems at a pub
The Buckle Game - TGThe summer season usually brought out the idiocy in teenagers, or at least that’s what seventeen year old Emmi Lams thought as she walked through the doors of the clothing store she worked at. The store was called Buckle and they were known for selling designer jeans and were pretty friendly to their customers. She had managed to get hired on as a part timer over the summer months while she was out of school. If she was lucky they’d keep her around when the summer had ended.The Buckle Game - TG in Short Stories More Like This
There was a stupid game that a lot of folks played when it came to walking into the store, the goal was to walk from the front entry doors to the far back wall and back to the front doors without being stopped by one of the employees. The employees were supposed to help anyone who stopped in if they weren’t busy helping someone already, which is how the game started.
Emmi had watched this go on all the time, mostly when she was behind the cashier desk and she was frankly getting tired of it. So to
Jiggy's Backstory TG"Don't worry sir we promise the operation will be a complete success with a slight chance of some side effects..." smiled the nurse as she walked away from the man who was lying down on the operating table.Jiggy's Backstory TG in Short Stories More Like This
"Are you sure this is gonna work? All I need is some small facial reconstruction..." replied the man on the operating table right before he was put under.
The man on the operating table had gone by the name of James as it was written on his birth certificate and due to a strange accident that resulted in someone pouring acid on his face he had to get some serious facial reconstruction done.
When the accident had taken place he was working in a lab that was being sponsored by the famous Body Swappa's who had asked the company he worked for to make a new serum to help with the body switches. Now the actual acid in the face part is a bit fuzzy for James but he would normally tell people that it was just an accident and left it at that.
James had no idea that the doctor that was doing h
HS TG Stories: EnglishIt was just an average day sitting in AP English listening to the teacher squabble about some story we read. My eyes would glance around the room occasionally trying to keep myself interested in what the teacher had to say.HS TG Stories: English in Short Stories More Like This
I soon found myself gazing at a female classmates chest, which was big compared to most girls her age. She didn't notice my eyes dart from the paper in front of me back to her chest as I watched her stretch making her breasts push tightly against her cotton shirt.
I started wondering what it would be like to be her. Long bright orange hair that was kept straightened all the time. Dark green eyes that somehow looked amazing with her hair. The rest of her body looked to be sculpted from long serious workouts for softball.
The thoughts went away in a rush as the teacher called me to answer a question. Slightly pissed that I lost that wonderous thought I quickly answered the question. The teacher seemed a bit impressed and talked some more about a story with a baby bein
Pages in a Notebook Part 1It was finally my senior year of high school and things were finally going the way I wanted it. I moved into a condo with my best friend Harold that his grandparents were renting but never used, thus giving us the entire thing to ourselves. They even gave us money every week to spend on groceries so that way we could spend the rest of the time on "school work" and get into a good college. As for our looks I was sporting a nice short brown hair that usually styled itself, I'm pretty tall at an even 6 feet while Harold was just a few inches shorter. He always kept his blond hair pretty long and styled to give him that skater look for reasons that even I don't understand.Pages in a Notebook Part 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I only had one required class to graduate and the rest were just random electives I felt like taking. In order to graduate I had to take two semesters of this writing class which was only offered to seniors, which was a huge bummer. The purpose of this class was to prepare us for having to write college level papers but
Pages in a Notebook Part 2Harold kept complaining about how weird his body felt as we walked. He described it as this tingly feeling like when your arms or legs fall asleep but it felt good. I would occasionally look over at him to see if anything was actually happening, nothing had happened so far so you would think something would have happened. As I say that Harold's entire body shrinks down in height by a few more inches leaving me towering over him.Pages in a Notebook Part 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Holy hell I feel like a giant!" I said in a shocked voice as I continued to watch Harold change.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" he replied as he was forced to look up at me. "Oh… son of a… so how's the weather up there?"
Good to see that he still had his sense of humor despite the fact he was changing by the minute. The only problem was he was changing faster the closer we got back to the house, I mean one minute his chest is flat as a board and then the next he's struggling to keep his ample breasts contained in his shirt. He suddenly stopped an
The Widow Maker: First Victim"Please honey don't leave... The army can do without one man to serve their country..." cried a young woman.The Widow Maker: First Victim in Short Stories More Like This
"Baby I've been called to serve my country, something only a foolish boy could have dreamed of. I need to fight for this beautiful land to make sure the one I love keeps her freedom." replied a young man packing his bag.
The young lover continued to cry as she watched the love of her life walk out the door to serve his fellow men in the bloody war. She was a young maiden with short blond hair that curled at the ends which was easy for her to maintain, of course the real reason was for her husband who adored her style of hair. The young wife managed to laugh a bit as she was reminded of this when looking silently in a mirror.
Alice as she was called sat down in her husband's favorite chair and refused to leave till she knew what happened to her husband. The only time she left was to eat or use the bathroom otherwise she kept still in that chair till one day she got the tragic new