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Gap Year: Chapter 1"This place," Hannah breathed.
"Really is the works," Michon finished, looking around in awe.
We were standing in the hallway of our new home, soaking up that awesome feeling of independence.
Some of us had our head tilted back, looking up the spiral staircase to a view of the cloudless heavens through the skylight windows that made up the roof. Some others were peering at what few wonders could be seen through open doors, and the rest - or more precisely, Michon - was spinning around on the spot like a doofus trying to take everything in at once.
There were a few hypnotic moments of silence before the spell was broken and we bolted in different directions, tearing around the house like mental kids in a sweet factory. It was an embarrassing display of greed and self-control (or lack thereof), but what the heck!? It was an amazing house! Brand new, contemporary, detached from nosy neighbours, on a stylish street in fashionable London. And we had it to ourselves! Who wouldn't go just a <
Compassion or Insurance?If 'looking out' for me,
is some kind of insurance for
'holding it against' me
when push comes to shove,
I'd rather you didn't.
AcceptanceAfter years of striving,
of trying and failing,
of public embarrassment,
I have come to terms
with the fact that
this is who I am.
I cannot change it,
but I can embrace it.
I have learnt to accept,
that I will never be able
to eat an ice-cream,
without developing a
Slice-of-Life: 8The buffet was in full swing when we arrived for the picking.
I noticed that another table had been pulled up next to the others, laden with desserts. I had to stop myself from gasping with delight. I could see the same glimmer of hope in Danii's eyes too. Good. So I wasn't alone.
We each grabbed a plastic plate and cutlery before moving along the tables, taking what we wanted and leaving what we didn't (which in my case wasn't much).
There was a lot to choose from: scones, fancy bread and crackers topped with cold meat, cheeses, crisp thinly sliced cucumbers, succulent sun dried tomatoes, hot mustard, mild horseradish and guacamole. There were also tortilla chips and salsa; pretzels; golden bite-size sausage rolls; fat mini steak pies; Mediterranean quiche; pasta salad made with Chedder and Red Leicester cheese, spring onions, grated carrot, sweetcorn, peppers and mayonnaise; potatoe salad; black and green olives stuffed with almonds, red and yellow pepper and dressed in olive oil, le
Slice-of-Life: 7"You, Alroy, I am guessing to be the older twin. You're probably into street sports, like maybe skateboarding, BMXing, that sort of thing. Um... Video games nerd. The popular, cheeky chappy at school. Kind of rebellious and a bit of a daredevil. Your best subjects are probably Science or Biology," I ticked off all my guesses with confidence. The brothers remained expressionless, though I'm pretty sure I saw a smirk puckering at the corners of Alroy's lips. "And you, young man," I directed towards Cabhan, "are also into sports, but I'm thinking the more refined kind, such as badminton, golf -- cricket even. You're probably a teacher's pet at school, with a small group of sensible friends. I can see you as a classroom Prefect. And I'm guessing you're the sensitive twin, the one with attachment problems. Best subjects: most likely English and Maths." I paused for breath before adding, "Am I right or am I left?" quoting the BFG from 'The BFG' by Roald Dahl.
To my surprise the twins
Slice-of-Life: 6Cabhan cracked open the box of fruit flapjacks Danii and I had brought for the party, which I handed to Alroy before we began Croquet because only then did I realize I'd been clinging onto them for dear life since we arrived.
We helped ourselves from the box and munched in silence, observing the rest of the party around us. I don't mind silences like this. Some people find them very bothersome, and get all fidgety, pull out their phones or say things like, "Awkward silence". Although their saying it's awkward is perhaps the only awkward thing about it. Personally, I don't feel the need to have tightly packed, back-to-back conversations with people. It's nice to be able to sit in silence and gather your thoughts or reflect on the previous conversation(s) without anyone minding. And even though Danii, Alroy, Cabhan and I had only been together in a group for the first time - none of them seemed to care that neither of us were talking.
"These are really good," someone said after a few con
Slice-of-Life: 5Danii and I looked around.
The garden was very large. At my old house it was a tiny square of cement slabs. In the new house it's slightly bigger and at least has grass. The Mackawley's garden was like a small football pitch by my standards.
It was appropriately kitted out in party style. There were rows of garden tables and elegant chairs at the front, and an impressive buffet arrangement against the blindingly whitewashed picket fence on the right. There was a small table piled with disposable plastic plates, bowls, cups, knives, forks, spoons and straws. A longer table next to it was laden with canapés, finger food, drinks and a cool-box of ice. Finally, next to that was a portable hot-food table, the trays of which were not yet open for business so I didn't get a peek of what kind of food we'd be in for later.
Some outdoor games were set up nearer the end of the garden, including a sanded area for volleyball, a goal for ball games and a big trampoline - so I guessed more kids
Slice-of-Life: 4I called Mum and requested permission to attend the Mackawley's party.
She was hesitant but, after an input from Danii, relented and gave me the affirmative.
"I'll come by later to check up on you girls, and say hello to the hosts," Mum said. "It'll be nice to acquaint ourselves with the locals, anyhow." She then told me to feed the cat before we left the house, and rang off.
According to Cabhan, the party began at one; noon, and ended at seven; early evening.
It was only 10:30am.
We killed time by playing video games and baking fruit flapjacks to take to the party. Then Danii decided her feet would look extra festive in the flipflops she'd come over in if she painted her toenails, so I handed her a bucket of nail polishes that a family friend gifted me before the move.
"These are great!" Danii enthused, "So many colours to choose from. I think I'll wear several."
After her toenails were covered in colour, she decided that her fingernails could also do with a bit of jazzing up and pain
Slice-of-Life: 3The telephone went off early in the morning... or what is considered early for me. 09:00am
I put my pillow over my head and willed Mum or Dad to answer quickly. Well they didn't because, I found out afterwards, they were both out shopping for yet more household goods. It was now our third week in the new house, and only one room was officially and finally - irrevocably - complete (or at least for the next three years). That was mine.
Mum and Dad were fussing over the rest of the rooms. They kept choosing themes, retracting the choices, and deciding on another. They really wanted to get the set-up right. This house was like their new baby.
The phone stopped ringing, and I relaxed. Half an hour later it rang again, and seemed to be louder and more urgent this time - or maybe that was just my brain telling me to stop being so flipping lazy and just pick up.
Begrudgingly, and blaming my internal clock all the while, I got up and went into Mum and Dad's room to answer the call
Subterfuge - Chapter SixSherlock snarled bitterly to himself as he continued down the cobblestone road that lead towards the river that tore straight through the entire encampment, he kicked a stone all the way until he heard the sound of rushing water and soon he found himself at the shore. The sun had begun to set a long while ago, setting the water alight with liquid orange atop the glassy surface. He glanced down into the water just in time to see some fish dart away from his shadow.
"Of all the times John had to be sentimental," Sherlock spat out bitterly, the word 'sentimental' hung in the air like
Glory and Gore Chapter 11Sky sat back against the torn away wall of cobblestone as he took a bite of an apple, carefully he stole a glance towards the people Star had brought with her, they were friends before Notch changed everything but now...it just wasn't the same. They were cold blooded killers and there was nothing he could do about it. He sighed and turned away, his gaze landing on the hole where Star had disappeared a little over an hour ago. He hated it, his friend could be dying alone and there was nothing he could do.
"You shouldn't worry," Sky glanced up at the red-headed figure of Kyle as he sat down next to him "she's hybrid and a queen, she can take care of herself. No?"
"I suppose you're right, Kyle." The Former Leader of an Army replied slowly. "There's nothing I can do, but can I ask you something?" Kyle nodded so Sky continued on with his question.
IRL Teaser"What are we going to do?" Star breathed out shakily as she followed her Parallel through the air duct, it was strange following a thirteen year old girl though but there was nothing she could do. "Those
That Butler Shared Butler: Prologue
This was not right, there was no way that this was right, the young noble with midnight blue hair made her way through the mansion, in search for her brother and parents. There was no way this was happening. At any moment now, she’d wake up in her bed from a nightmare, and there Ciel would be sleeping beside her.
Robyn wept in fear holding her hand over her mouth in an attempt to cease the coughing fit; the smoke tickled her lungs, she cried for help, her silent words echoed the walls. Her knees weakened and the girl fell to the floor. The young girl had always hated that, her asthma which already made her lungs act as though they were bricks, the smoke only making it that much worse.
It felt as though her lungs which were now bricks were instead of pumping oxygen, instead pumped tar through her body. Robyn’s body began to quit, shut down, her coughing, not seeming to end. “C-Ciel…” She squeaked before her body neared its limit.
He looked just like she did
The World First Half-GhostMonday, July 21st 2014 20.00 PM. Kick was driving his R32 GT-R at Mount Akagi just a s usual, practicing his skills. When he arrived at parking lot, he met Annabelle. She came to him and asked him a question.
Annabelle: Kick. Do you think Gwen Axle is a half-ghost too? I'm start to become curious since I met her and my ghost sense was out from my mouth. And one thing... is that a good thing?
Kick: (Drinking Cheetah Chug) I don't know. But the most important thing is she must meet us and know that she using it properly or just using it as a pleasure object to her.
Annabelle: Umm... If she knows the timing how to use it she can be part of Japanese Halfas, right Kick?
Kick: Yeah. And that's a good thing. Since when do you know that she's a half-ghost like us?
Annabelle: When I was driving my S2000 in Hakone two days ago. I suddenly pass her white Lancer Evolution VIII MR RS, and my ghost sense was out from me. I started to confused... is that her, or it's just my misunderstanding?
Chapter 8(The Day)Chapter 8 (The Day) Time went on. Gail finished moving in with Seth a week later. Gail quit school and they both got jobs, Seth at a tattoo shop, and Gail at a grocery store. The only excitement that carried them through the last of winter was a small herd of elk that surrounded their cabin for an hour. Gail was too scared to go pet the docile creatures, but Seth boldly stroked a bull. Seth's parents hand owned that cabin for ten years and took their only son almost every summer. But Seth's mother soon passed away, and his father, on his death bed, granted Seth ownership of the place. "It's a good place to start out." His father had said,"Quiet and in good shape." Keeping it that way wasn't hard, but it was time consuming. "Summer will be better." Seth would always say to his friend, and he was right. But spring came first, and with it, a knocking on the door. Seth was in the kitchen, preparing dinner, so Gail rushed to the door, hoping it was his father. It was Phoster. Standing
World of Scourge (2)White light engulfs Scourge and Fiona, as the universe is torn asunder by the wave.
Scourge: "Whoa, I didn't expect it to feel like this!!!"
Fiona: "It's like we're dissolving into..."
(Her words are snatched away as the light engulfs them and everything becomes silent and white...)
(The next day...)
Fiona wakes up, rubbing her head, and looks down at herself. She notices that she feels stronger, and her body has been restored to its natural physique.
Fiona: "W-wow! I-I'm...d-different. I...It worked. the Genocide Wave worked!"
(She beams happily.)
Fiona: "Wonder if the world looks any different at all?"
She steps outside of the room, spotting that Moebius' usually gloomy sky is clear and blue, while the castle actually looks complete.
Fiona: "Am I...on Mobius Prime?"
???: "No Fiona, you're in our new world. As I said, we're fusing Mobius and Moebius together."
(Fiona turns around and sees Scourge st
The Codex: New Old friends.After running for a while I pulled them into an alleyway and let them catch thrir breath as I drew a complex circle.
"What the hell was that all about?! And what was that bright light?" Verinica finally caught her breath.
"That bright light was me, I just got attacked by a powerful enemy, and before you ask what this is, it's an alchemy circle, one that can take us back to my home. If you want more info ask our Elf friend right there, I used alchemy to mask her markings and ears." I finished the circle and gestured towards Mist, "though she doesn't know everything, just that I can use alchemy, but my world and this world use two different types of alchemy, this world deals with aura and what not while my world, the law if equivalent exchange is used."
"Law of equivalent exchange...?" Mist asked confused.
"Yeah, one can not make something with alchemy with out first giving something up. My brother learned that the hard way." I sighed, "Now stand back."
They did as told as I clapped my h
Rise of the titan shifter - futrue chapterSitting by a tree, eye closed Mikasa not too far beside me, this isn’t an official meeting but we normally find each other sitting here. It’s kind of nice. We sit there in silent most nights, not speaking maybe saying the odd three or two words; or sometimes she would be muttering to herself, normal about how much of an idiotic stuff that Eren does.
Tonight she muttered about her family, something about them getting killed and then her getting kidnapped. I would of sad something, but usual that makes this meeting quite awkward. But her bringing up the subject of family, it made me think about my family.
After losing Amber I felt like I have failed. I failed my mother, I promised that night I would always protect her but this freak mutation to us, had caused her death since she couldn’t control it. I am surprised I am able to control mine enough to actually speak unlike any other titian shifter.
The reason of our titian mutation links with the ending of my
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