Don't Leave MeShe sighs. "So what you're telling me is... You're still going to leave."
"At least a week."
"But... That's too long. I can't wait that long; I already miss you. Besides.. A week turns into two weeks, and that turns into a month... You know what happened last time... And you're leaving me..." She shakes her head in disbelief and turns away. She was never able to let him see her tears, whether they were happy tears, or sad tears, or just tears. He places a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I know, I know... Come with me, then."
He smiles. "We'll go there together so I don't have to leave you, okay?"
I am 96%INSANE! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA....HAHA...HA...[x]You have screamed at an inanimate object for "hurting you" (STUPID CHAIR! You hurt my foot!)More Like This
[x] You have ran into a glass/screen door.
[x] You have jumped out of a moving vehicle.
[x] You have thought of something funny and laughed, and then people gave you weird looks.
[x] You have run into a tree/bush.
[x] You have been called a blond.
so far: 5
[x] you know that it IS possible to lick your elbow.
[x] You just tried to lick your elbow.
[x]You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star had the same melody. (until recently, does that count?)
[x] You just sang them to make sure.
[X] You have tripped on your own feet and fallen.
[X] You have choked on your own spit.
so far: 11
[ ] You have seen the Matrix and still don't get it.
[X] You type with three fingers or less.
[x] You have accidentally caught something on fire. (Hey. The microwave tricked me! The taco didn't want to live anyway...)
[x] You tried to drink out of a straw, but it went into your nose.
[x] You h
100 Poem Theme Challenge THINGYTHE RULESMore Like This
1.) Make 100 poems, one poem to each theme listed below. Each should have ONE and only ONE theme to it, for it to count.
2.) No time limit so have fun
3.) Poem/story should be of own writing ability. You may not break any other rules set out in the Da etiquette policy. Your writings can be anything from utter crap to great masterpieces. Just have fun with it.
4.) The list below is to be placed somewhere in your journal for others to see that:
a)You are in the challenge
b)What you have completed
5.) make sure to update this list, check off what is done and make a link to the pic
6.) In the comments for your art work note if it is part of the list and what ONE theme it is.
[x] 01. Choices http://catzrcute.deviantart.com/art/1-Choices-311675163
 02. Love
 03. Light
 04. Dark
 05. Seeking Solitude
 06. Break Away
 07. Heaven
 08. Innocence
 09. Drive
 10. Breathe Again
 11. Memory
 12. Insa
Read stories/poems for free, then publish your ownHello, I'm Jochannon; I've been publishing online for about two years, strictly small-time, but I do have dreams.More Like This
WHAT I'M DOING
Every week I publish original stories, poetry, fan fiction, one Edgefolk story, and email them to my subscribers.
I also publish comics, manga, cartoons and visual stories of all sorts: http://jochannon.deviantart.com/journal/Publishing-Manga-Comics-Graphic-Novels-Artbooks-293264925
I will take literature from any genre.
No limit on the length of poetry or stories, but I have time constraints, so longer pieces are harder to read, so are less likely to be accepted.
Once I have published a piece of art, all rights to it revert to the creator.
Sex: it's normal, it's natural, having sex in work will not disqualify it, but I will not publish pornography or erotica.
Considering the previous paragraph, artwork touching on rape or pedophilia must handle the subject with delicacy
I reserve the right to not publish any artwork th
~features~More Like This
God Save The Queen by LaCicegiappo time 2 by Ekra86Chibi human set by D-structive
:thumb258547767:hide behind red lips by CatlivArtificial Alien V by BeccyBex
work by Anatckiywork by Anatckiythat tattoo is watching you by Mastergood
La banalita' del comune malcontento by Blekotakra
Headbanging by cirruswolf
TRAINSPOTTING TOILET STAMP by ChibiJoji
UnstoppableHave you ever found that thing,More Like This
That thing that makes you feel unstoppable?
She found it one day--
She wasn't even looking!
But she found it,
That things that makes you feel unstoppable.
It was amazing, like flying.
It was dance.
It made her feel like the world was hers and hers alone.
It made her feel unstoppable.
It Gets BetterWhenever someone's feeling down,More Like This
I always say, "I'm so sorry."
And they always ask why I apologize,
When it is not my fault.
I honestly did not know why for the longest time,
But today I finally figured it out.
I say I am sorry because I have done many bad things.
I suppose I apologize to whoever is feeling bad
Because I have no way around my issues,
But I know that their situation will improve.
Whether it be a broken arm,
A shattered heart,
Or a beaten spirit.
It'll get better.
This Deathly Still DayI cannot be okayMore Like This
On this deathly silent day.
The leaves have left the trees,
Making sorrowful people drop to their knees.
There is no reason to be okay
As the sorrowful people say,
"Your heart no longer is fluttering"
The only words that can be heard
Through their mournful sputtering.
(As if they were the ones suffering.)
I think I'll be okay
On this deathly silent day.
Though, I am about as "okay"
As the stifling scent of decay.
I Always CryI always tell myself,More Like This
I'll never cry over you.
But then you walk away,
Or you do something stupid.
And promises be damned,
I always cry.
Wasting Time and TearsDo you know how many tears I have wastedMore Like This
On you, because you left?
But then you come back, and everything is happy again,
For a while.
Then you leave again,
And I cry.
I just keep wasting tears, don't I?
SleepSleep,More Like This
You can't resist.
Let my eyelids droop.
Let me inside your mind.
Staying up for so long isn't healthy, you know.
Then again, neither is hearing voices in your head.
Wake upWake up,More Like This
Your dream is over.
The monsters are gone.
The sun shines once more.
Can't you hear me calling?
Up, up, up!
Wake up already,
You're not dead, are you?
Come on, come on,
Wake up already.
Check your pulse.
Check your lungs.
You're not breathing...
You'll never wake up.
NightmareYou fell asleep,More Like This
I've got you now, you know.
I bet you can't guess why I brought you here
The truth is I haven't a clue either!
A wonderful place, isn't it, this nightmare?
Everywhere you look is another monster!
Don't look in the mirror;
Your reflection will eat you!
Don't open the closet;
The monster will get you!
Don't check under the bed;
There are glowing eyes staring right back at you!
Don't open the window,
You'll let the beasts in!
I bet you didn't know why you were here.
You never will.
But know this:
You were never really ever alive.
It was always a nightmare.
Don't believe a thing anyone tells you.
Especially the people you love most.
ForgottenMore Like This
A congregation convenes to
confront a cold corpse's casket.
Bringing before it tears, emotions,
memories, and trembling limbs.
Not a single word is mustered,
yet a realm of regret clouds the scene.
Tears graze the soil that will become
an eternal resting place six feet under.
Naïve mortals mourn the hollow flesh,
ignoring the omnipresence of the dead.
An icy breeze turns vertebrae into glaciers,
chilling any soul whose eyes encounter the casket.
Words would only interrupt the ceremony.
Tears only salt the earth, which awaits flesh.
We must cherish the memories nearest our hearts,
lest the casket, the corpse, and all else be forgotten.
manufactured attackListen to their laughing voices as they sing to you.More Like This
Twist the vocals, snip em too.
Let their voices die out
wither in the world of ruin,
the earth we are living now,
they ain't have a proper upbringing.
Photographs of flowers
reflect upon your eyes
petals of black roses
reflect your heart
let'em snort their noses,
stab your iron vest
you know that they're merely
pieces of trash
manufactured from greed
peer pressure, lead
broken glass, plastic bottles
those whom you can easily trottle
why succumb to the numbers
when they're just ants?
they'll simply just tumble
when they wet their own pants
they reek of makeup
dab themselves with sweat
but who gives a f*ck
when they're just a floor mat?
the building housing them
merely challenges on par
an obstacle in Super Mario
to save your own Zelda
once you get out
you woulda gained points
let them sulk and pout
as you level up, they're toys
You're your own man.
You're your own woman.
Pests aren't worth your plan
the wheel is yours to turn.
sometimes, it gets to medo "normal" peopleMore Like This
have to find people
who support them being alive
do "normal" people
have to find people
who accept their love for another
do "normal" people
have to be told
"i have no problem with you being here"
do "normal" people
have to find people
who will "help them be themselves"
if "normal" people
don't have to waid through millions
to find one person
who "needs" to say
they support them, accept them, have "no problem" with them, and will "help them"
why do we?
there is nothing wrong with us
why do we /need/ to be told these things
why do we have to be treated
like we have some sort of disability
why can't i just tell my friends
"hey, I'm transgender"
and have them respond
"oh, okay, so did you see the game last night? crazy, huh?"
i just really really hate
that we have to be told
"we still love you"
"I'll support you no matter what"
"i don't have any problems with people like you"
it just feels like they're taking pity on us
but i don't want their pity
missthe moon sings for youMore Like This
while i stare in the sky
the stars seem to laugh at me
well, i'm not surprised.
Remember the days when we're
Remember the days that i would wake up at five
and crawl over the bed that seemingly tries to suck me in
and reach out for the tiny little device
that's one of the only connection i have of you?
this thin, bloodied piece of thread
where i swear by my blood to be with you
and that it tries to ring true?
Remember how I would cry in front of you
tears forming into text
made from pixel by pixel,
that reaches you with not a tinge of emotion?
Remember how I would stare at your picture
your eyes and your hair
that i wanted so much to feel with my fingers?
Remember how I would shower you with praises
how I'll love you with a passion
how I would tell everything about my life
how we never lacked interaction?
Remember how you would just text "ok" back?
nothing but powerful words that never made much sense?
Remember how I'll just put on two arrows
A Life Of Shame?What gives you the right to judge?More Like This
What gives you the right to stare?
What gives you the right to hate us?
What gives you that damn right?
She's my wife
She's my love forever
I just want to hold her hand
I just want to kiss her
Without the staring
Call us names
Give it all you got
But this is not my life of shame
This is my life filled with joy
Filled with tyhe love of my life
Filled with everything I ever wanted
So this is NOT my life of shame
I will not be ashamed of m wife
So you can judge all you want
But I won't be ashamed for my feelings
Because I like who I am today
So tell me
Who are you to judge what's right?
To judge us in general
Or are you just afraid of something you don't know
Or perhaps even jealous of something you miss?
This is not my life of shame
Lesbians are also human
And we will not be ashamed of our feelings
So who are you to judge us?
i am back...hey...More Like This
have you forgotten me?
have you forgotten how much I tore you into pieces
how much affection i squeezed out from you?
how much my prescence made you scream
how much you made me stronger too?
did you miss me chewing you up
did you miss me seizing your neck
threatening you to swallow that sleeping pill
and murder while you sleepwalk in your tracks?
either way who gives a damn
it's time to slaughter a lion and a lamb
i'll just seize you and crush your heart
just like what i did before we drifted apart
i'll make your little ears shiver
your eyes and your tongue linger
i'll haunt your soul as long as the thread is there
i'll suck you dry as long as you're here
i'll tear your level of sanity down
eat it up like a cookie from hell
make you shout at them then cry alone
break your future with a funeral bell
how they left you
how they ignored
and trampled on you?
without fail, from their shoes
their footprints making you lose
they could stay and play
but they s
What is Love?What is love?More Like This
Love is caring for someone more than you care about yourself.
Love is NOT trying to change someone to better suit you.
Love is caring for someone so much that you just want to be around that person no matter what.
Love is NOT guilting someone into loving you too.
Love is someone you couldn't stop thinking about if you tried.
Love is NOT pushing someone away the moment things gets rough.
Love is following your heart no matter what.
Love is NOT making excuses for your actions just to seem more desirable.
Love is caring for that one person's happiness endlessly, even if that person doesn't love you too.
Love is NOT forcing someone to want you the way you want them.
one sided road trippush, step, push, stepMore Like This
the rhythm of your footsteps
trudge through grass, concrete, mud, smooth floor.
Take note of your sght. What do you see?
Do you see shades of black and white
or shades of other skin?
the man holding the baby
the girl with the handbag?
And then you'd feel the weight on your shoulders
whether for school or work
you'd grumble about the pain
where the bag happily lay
the thought of strangers huddling with you
a train, bus or car
the thought of them sniggering at you
like a lost puppy afar
their working minds, schooling heads
work, study, work, study
and we wanna get a rest from 'em
a break from the city fray
the bustling crowd
push, shove, push, shove
who knows when one might graba note or two
and you'd be in the burning stove
but in the end
from all these scribbles
they break loose from your weary head
you only have your chores and dribbles
or maybe you'd be in your own little world
discarded from all these noise;
falling in or out of love
family matters or entertai
in my eyeslowly gaze at her.More Like This
and take note of
her delicate features piecing her face together
her dimples neatly lined on her cheeks
her smile that could intoxicate a hundred horses
and her voice.
the tiny music box wrapped in brown paper
the golden harp played in Heaven's weather
she shyly looks around and speaks to them
her giggles melting me like lava
her blush like the cherries in the basket
sweet like honey, adorable like a bunny
the moon sings tonight
her prescence delivers its light
the light that brings out the stars
shooting across my eye
making me wish she was mine
the rock that hung
so bright, and so far
no forty thousand stretches of my hand could
talk to her
much less whisper
sweet nothings to her ear
watch her tear
hope for a brush against my arm
and savour the warmth like a pillow and closed palms
see her parry and run
pen down the pain
feel my fingers against where she had lain
she walked within me
dug out my heart
left me bleeding
took away a part
'Sorry girl'I tugged on my school skirt several times and stood in front of the lift, anticipating the glass door to open and for me to get home as soon as possible to rip it out of my sight.More Like This
A voice whose language I could recognise but couldn't quite decipher rang in my right ear, and two girls emerged from the small staircase. One of them with bangs rushed forward, almost knocking me over, and pressed the steel button continuously.
I flipped open the pink file in my arm and looked at the notes meant for a test tomorrow, "... that Prime Minister Hamaguchi had betrayed the country, they seriously wounded him in a failed assassinatio-"
"sorry girl," the girl with bangs apologized. Instinctively, I smiled back, despite the annoyance of being called a girl and not being able to pass due to the stupid skirt.
We then entered the lift, and in my ears were the same voices chattering about god knows what, but I was able to make out two english words as they laughed, "sorry girl."
Upon entering the station
The Stellar Void"Can you kill me, please?"More Like This
I must have looked startled because her expectant gaze saddened a bit.
"I'm sorry. What?"
"Can you kill me?" Her face brightened as she repeated the morbid probe.
Confused, I couldn't help but notice her rather familiar clothes. Faded pink jeans, knock-off Converse shoes. Little black hoodie with a torn right sleeve.
"You just looked a bit angry and I figured you'd be the best person to ask."
I stood next to the bench. My backpack dug into my shoulder and I shrugged it off. It'd be awhile before the next bus came anyway.
She looked down the street. The dim lights barely revealed the closed shops and leaf strewn sidewalks. A short breeze caused the dead landscaping out front to rustle gently but now, it seemed slightly ominous.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked." Her voice was hollow and even though she was turned away, I could sense the hint of disappointment.
Sighing, I sat on the other side of the bench. Pausing for a minute, I glanced up at the mos
You, my FaithEvery day is trying,More Like This
Someone always dying,
But I found faith to live,
Something to just give.
My chain broken,
My heart spoken,
The truth to see,
This is the real me.
You helped me through it all,
You, dark, handsome and tall,
You, my faith in me,
You, my baby.
And thank you,
For being true,
Unless I die,
I'll never say goodbye.
Love and WarLove.More Like This
They're a lot alike, aren't they?
We try and try,
We fight for what we believe in;
For what we think is right.
We're good enough.
And we succeed.
But other times,
Our best is not as good as we thought,
And we lose what we wanted most.
Love and War.
They're a lot alike, aren't they?
The MadnessMore Like This
After the incident I began to feel- strange
My chest burned
My mind deranged
My well being...
But I cannot let this harm my cool!
My reputation will be ruined!
I'm always the coolest between us
The one who doesn't resort to violence when the other irritates you
My head is pounding faster and faster
The little devil is growing
it has become even more devious, deranged
he's been in my way so many times
But in a way, I say that it has helped my a little
That one day when Crona was harmed
That scar began to burn
It took over
The black blood
The madness made me fight.
It caused harm
not just to me or to my friends in which I fought against
But to my cool
When I snapped out and had immediately regained my cool
You hit me
I wish this could stop
That all of the black blood can go away
But it cannot happen
not right now
I guess that I should just learn to live with it
But I just wish that it can go away
because it's not just affecting me
it affected you as we
Acceptance.Friends all stand in front of me...More Like This
Laughing, joking carelessly...
I hide my arms so they can't see...
What it is I've done to me...
And though I try to hang around...
They often leave me feeling lost...
What will it take just to be found?
How much more will my joy cost..?
('Cause I don't live, I just survive)
(Among the crowd, I'm ostracized)
(I can not be indemnified)
(I fell too hard, I broke this time)
My parents always yell at me...
Like I won't get it unless they scream...
But I never do know what they mean...
Why do they have to smother me?!
I've got my back pressed to the fences...
I'm sorry that I'm such a hinderance...
I long to feel some kind of presence...
Something more than this hated essence..
Suffered from my unjust sentence...
All I ask for from this world...
Is a little bit of pure acceptance...
Today I Found MyselfToday I found myself. I didn't even know I was gone.More Like This
Perhaps I was just withdrawn from society.
But I looked into the fridge, and there I was found.
Does this make me unsound?
Too many people have misplaced themselves these days.
I dare say it would amaze you to know just how many people are lost.
But then again, that's the cost
Of progress and protests
That infest and repress a nation
Minus the realization
That all that we are
At the deepest parts
PinkieDash. Empty Without You.Pinkie/Dash: Empty Without You. All MLP FIM characters belong to Lauren Faust.More Like This
(I was inspired to write this, by the AMV Rainbow Dash x Pinkie Pie All the Things She said. As well as the fanfic 'The Party Never Ended.' Each owned by their respective authors, if my fanfic isn't very good or seems similar to them, it's not deliberate, please be nice as this is my first ever fan fiction, and was written when I was meant to be studying. )
The party was wrapping up, food was being scraped off plates into rubbish bins, empty sarsaparilla bottles and paper cupcake holders were picked up and disposed of. The guests slowly trotted out of the front door, shouting their goodbyes to their friends and congratulating Pinkie on yet another brilliant party. Pinkie held the door open with a brilliant smile, every bit the perfect party host, until at last the final guest, Twilight, trotted out of the front door and turned to the pink pony holding it.
"Great party Pinkie! A shame Rainbow Dash didn't turn
How to Make a decent homestuck troll OC.THE DO'S AND DO NOT'S OF MAKING A HOMESTUCK TROLL OC.More Like This
1) THE NAME.
- Make it something we can pronounce. Not some stupid shit like Jukgth Ghtyfk.
- The first name HAS TO BE 6 LETTERS long.
- The last name HAS TO BE 6 LETTERS long as well.
- Your troll CANNOT have the last name of an actual canon troll.
- Nor can they be related at all.
2) TYPING QUIRKS.
- Make it something readable at least. Keep it simple.
- Don't use the ones that are over used. Like replacing S with $.
- Be creative.
3) BLOOD COLORS.
- Be realistic guys and stay with the program. Don't make them have some stupid rainbow blood or something. That screams Mary-sue.
- Your troll may be a mutant blood. It is rare but it happens. So it's okay, just don't make them flaunt it. They will be culled.
- Black and White are not colors, they are shades and tints. So therefor they cannot be blood COLORS. (This includes grey/gray)
- Lime is a canon color, but lime bloods have gone extinct.
- Your trolls blood cannot change colors.
It Feels Like I'm Falling In Love Alone 13More Like This
Chapter 13: I Led The Revolution In My Bedroom And I Set All The Zippers Free
This burning need, was the same as the first time I saw him naked. When I wanted to go into that bathroom and just jump him, but he wasn't mine to have. Now that he is mine, I was terrified, but now, I'm not. I think it's Ash. He's always had a way about him that made me feel safe.
The heated make out session was working great. Ash had started grinding his hips against mine, trying to make some type of friction between us. The sound of his quiet moaning was getting to me. He pulled my shirt over my head and started placing tender kisses on my neck while he slid his fingers in my boxers and started rubbing idle circles.
"As good as that feels, I don't have a vagina." I giggled looking down at him.
"Don't feel sorry. I said it felt good." In almost no time we had gone back to kissing, soft moaning and rubbing against each other, the feeling was unbelievably good since the only thing keeping Ash
It Feels Like I'm Falling In Love Alone 10More Like This
Chapter 10: Show Me A Paradise Where Waters Fall And Fires Fly
I couldn't tell him. He hasn't even introduced his girlfriend to us. It would be suspicious. What am I gonna do? Walk up to him and say 'Oh hey Ash, you know that chick you're dating? Yeah, she was hitting on me when I went to Wal Mart this morning. Oh? How did I know about you two? Well I saw you in the park with her.'. No. Not doing it. I'd sound like a creepy stalker.
I let out a sigh as I screwed in the last screw to my door chain. It's not like Ash is ever gonna talk to me again, let alone believe me when I say his girlfriend was hitting on me. I locked the chain into place and laid across my bed again. I need to get out of this fucking house. Maybe make some kind of change.
I liked the thought of change. Change means letting go of past thoughts and feelings. Letting go of Ash and moving on to someone new. I got up from my bed and walked into the bathroom. What could I do to change? Then it hit me. I grabbed a pair of
Ivy's Smut Writing Tips #2IntroductionMore Like This
Hello Guys, Ivy is back again with her bandslash smut tips!
I did one of these before but now that I look back on it I really don't think that I put much effort into it and I felt that I didn't really explain everything fully. So I'm going to re-write them!
And this time I'm going to give you guys examples and stuff using; Andley.
Obviously I'll still keep the original one I did up, but I hope that this one will be clearer and much more helpful!
Right so in smut there needs to be a background story, I believe that if there's a cute little background story behind it then it makes the smut much more believable. But don't get me wrong there is nothing wrong with writing a piece which just involves the characters getting it on, sometimes that can be pretty hot. But as you know me when I write smut I try to involve a background story, it can be as short or as detailed as you wish but I just feel that it makes it better!
Words and Dialogue
Dialogue is quite impo
It Feels Like I'm Falling In Love Alone 9More Like This
Chapter 9: It's OK If You Hate Me
"Andy! Andy, it's Jake, open up!" Jake was pounding at my door. I wasn't asleep, I was actually just laying in my bed, like I usually do, watching some cartoon on TV. I think it's called Tuff Puppy or some shit. I got up and unlocked the door, letting Jake in.
"What do you want?" I asked laying back down. Jake closed the door behind him and laid next to me in my bed, trying not to lay on Bruce's tail.
"Andy, Ash told me what happened." He sighed. "And now he's going bat shit crazy."
"I knew he would. I knew that if I told him he would hate me." I sighed running a hand through my hair.
"He doesn't hate you, he's just extremely confused. You should go talk to him." Jake was more preoccupied playing with Bruce than talking to me.
"Jake, I don't want to talk to him. It'll only make things worse." I pulled my covers over my head, only to have Jake yank them back down.
"Andy, not talking to him isn't making anything better. You should really consi
Kiss The Lips Of Evil Ch. 34 - AshleyMore Like This
It was a cold December morning. I hadn't seen my baby in three days and I was starting to get lonely. I was sitting in my hotel room with Jake, Jinxx, Tokyo and Killer. My Mom and Dad were downstairs making sure that everything for the wedding was ready.
"Are you OK Ash?" Jake said tapping me on the shoulder.
"Of course I'm OK, why would I not be?" I asked.
"You've been pacing back and forth and you chewed your thumb nail down to the nub." Jinxx laughed.
"I'm just really nervous. What if he doesn't show up?" I was going crazy. I had this dream a couple times where Andy doesn't show up because he actually didn't love me.
"It'll be OK. He'll show up. Come on, you gotta get ready. Shower, wash your hair, clear your head, but more importantly, calm down." Jake smiled handing me my suit and a towel and pushing me into the bathroom. "Take your time. I'm gonna go walk the dogs, Jinxx is gonna watch you." He closed the door.
I stripped off all of my clothes and stepped into the spray of the ho
Unfinished! - RandyAndy's P.O.VMore Like This
It was a sweltering hot day at Download, I swear I was dying under all this leather. Glancing over at the rest of the guys I could tell that they were practically dragging themselves around the place. Out the corner of my eye I saw a random tour bus which happened to be creating lots of shade, glancing back at the guys and finding them busy I decided to hurry over to the source of the shade. Quickly I ducked behind the tour bus and exhaled a sigh of relief as the coolness washed over my burning body.
"Andy?" I froze as I heard a voice echo from beside me, shit I hoped it wasn't the guys. Slowly I turned my head around and nearly jumped in shock. Ronnie Radke peered over at me, his chocolate brown eyes twinkling with amusement, I hadn't seen him for years not since he had gone into prison. He smiled and stubbed out the cigarette he was holding with his foot then slowly walked over to where I was standing. "I haven't seen you in years Andy-" his eyes travelled hungrily up me
Flying To Close: Chapter Eleven. Chapter Eleven: The Eve Of Death Approaches.More Like This
The Council was in shock. The whole room was in shock.
"And we will survive," Andy spoke clearly. Ash watched his angel controlling the Council like the Fallen's always did. Nikoli also watched proudly, his hand on Andy's arm. Jake was staring at his boyfriend in amazement and a hell of a lot more. As Andy gave the instructions to Nikoli, and the Council dispersed, Jake waited for Ashley to leave so he could be with him.
"Andy Are you sure you made the right decision?" Ash asked him in a soft voice. Andy nodded, his face affectionate.
"Ashes, we will win this, I know it," the younger teen replied, brushing some of Ashley's black hair from his face. "Go, I'll see you later, I promise." Th
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"How about this." I smiled up at Ashley. We were snuggled in our bunk looking up different cake decorations.
"Can we stop. Looking at all this cake is making me hungry." He groaned.
"Fine." I turned off my phone and wrapped my arms around him. I breathed in his scent, it was intoxicating, everything about him was. I kissed his chest where I was laying.
"Let's get married in December." Ash smiled at me.
"While it's snowing?" I asked.
"Yeah. We can get married in your home town, so your parents can be there."
"What about your parents?"
"They can fly in. Dad would be thrilled to meet you and your parents and enjoy some snow. He's always liked it. Plus, Mommy hasn't gotten to talk to you in forever."
"Why do you call your Mom 'Mommy' again?"
"She likes it. I do whatever I can to keep her happy. Plus it's going on 30 years that I've been calling her that. What would be the point in stopping now?" He chuckled. Ash started running his fingers through my hair idly.
"What are you thinking about