Focus - Chapter 1 - SundayWhy did it have to be me? How did I end up in this situation? I mean seriously, being treed by a trio of vicious shepherds is nothing to brag about. Especially when you're ninety feet from the ground with no surrounding trees to escape to. And the higher and higher I climb, the thinner and thinner the trunk of the gray pine gets naturally.The hunters are coming, I can hear them off in the distance. If only I could get the dogs away then maybe, just maybe, the hunters would leave. Thinking madly, I search for something I can possibly use to do anything. If it involves getting rid of or shielding me from the dogs and thei
The Fangirl- Chapter 4~Chapter 4~Just A Game of Sims"Art is the most intense mode of individualism that the world has known."-Oscar Wilde, Irish writer and poet________________________________________Cycle 2: MondayI gave him a blank look. "Start?" I repeated, throwing the clean bed sheets off of me. This was bloody confusing me. One minute I was stabbed to death by Belarus, the next I'm talking to Seychelles, and now I'm back here? I pressed my lips and spat, "What the hell do you mean by that?"Sadiq idly fingered the scarf around his neck. "You failed and so we restarted," he said simply. "We're back at Monday."I wanted to smack my forehead. Why
The Fangirl- Chapter 3~Chapter 3~Sherry's Deep in the Closet"Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, 'Where have I gone wrong?' Then a voice says to me, 'This is going to take more than one night.'"-Charles Schulz, American Cartoonist________________________________________Cycle 1: WednesdayI sat uncomfortably in my silly orange plastic chair. "It's as if they think we're immature kids," I thought, sulking darkly. Seriously, who would force a bunch of personified countries to sit in kid's seat? The answer: Principle PangaeaThe woman sat behind her large wooden desk in front of me. She bit her fat lips as she read over Seychelles's permanent record
The Fangirl- Chapter 2~Chapter 2~Introducing Hooker-Sherry!"The reason truth is stranger than fiction is that truth has a better author."-Stuart Taylor, English Football Player________________________________________Cycle 1: MondayI stared. The two blonds with their tongues in their mouths stared back at me. This was the very definition of 'awkward moment'. I took one large step back through the door and closed it shut again. For a long moment, I did nothing but stare at the wood door in front of me. "Sadiq!" I turned around and ran back to my mentor. I practically glomped him, knocking his hoodie off and crying into his hair."What the hell Sherry!"
ToH-- A Random Flat X Italy Drabble Warnings: Sexual Themes, Sadness, Language, and overall fail. ~Random Drabble Commence!~I stared wide-eyed at the bed. "It had only been one night . . ." With a shaking hand, I wiped away the straying locks of my white hair. "Melody said that this would happen . . ." I gently placed the back of my hand on Feli's cheek. It was a lonely kind of cold.I gasped and slapped my hands over my mouth. In the empty silence of my dark bedroom, the sobs rising from my throat sounded like gunshots. I should had never let it gone this far. Every demon knew that if anyone with Holy energy could never mix with a creature of demonic one. Everyone in R