Next Door
It's not a day that I'd soon forget, for it was the beginning of the end of my life, the first step towards an inescapable gravity well, sending me plummeting from the graces of God. Granted, He and I were never the most communicative of intimates,...
A Rainy Day
"You're a hungry little slut, aren't you?" Allan removed his thumb from my mouth and smeared the saliva on my cheek. My face burned with humiliation, hot already from his words. As Allan tightened his grip around my waist, I whimpered as he ground his...
Aftermath
"You never once cared!" God, the sound of his voice just wouldn't leave me alone. I pressed my fingers against my forehead as I tapped my pen on the heavy wooden desk Mom bought for the upstairs study. Even though the real world distractions were...
An Apology
~Oliver Danfort, please report to the Office. Oliver to the Office.~ The blaring announcement over the PA shook me rudely from my daydream, and I almost fell out of my desk. Whispers and giggles erupted around me, and it was hard to hide my...
The Walk Home
"Oliver, for the last time, stop tapping and put the pen down, or I'm going to send you down to the office." Mrs. K's sharp voice startled me, and I bolted up right, the pen clattering to the floor. Hushed giggles erupted around me. I could feel the...
Grow Up
"Sonava bitch..." I really don't like cursing. I don't let Oliver do it, and I certainly don't do it myself, but I just couldn't find any words to really express just how exactly pissed off I was. There were plenty of other, stronger, words that I...
The First Encounter
"C'mon, Ben! Just one game, please?" "No, I really have to study! I have midterms next week. You should be studying, too, you know." I cast a glance back towards my brother, his fingers tugging at the sleeve of my hoodie. Despite being my twin,...
Graffiti
"What the hell is this?" Samuel Makovitch, Hitmonchan, Executive Officer of the Makovitch Research Institute of Natural Sciences, jabbed his gloved fist towards a brick wall covered by gratuitous amounts of graffiti. "How in the hell am I supposed to...
Twenty Seven Hours
Twenty seven hours. Sitting on a bus for twenty seven hours is enough to drive anyone insane, but for Jake, the trip was agonizing for a reason only partially related to the amount of time he'd spent on an uncomfortable cramped cloth-covered seat. The...
Date on a Full Moon
"Son of a bitch!" A slew of other expletives followed the slur as Vulpes gazed into her bathroom mirror, comb in paw. Before her, scattered on the counter, were a mix of different hair, fur and nail products, most old and well used. Her paws worried...
A Throwup and Pieces
~Pssshhttt Pssshtttttt~ Erii took a step backwards, a grin spreading from his gray muzzle up to his white cheeks while he admired his handiwork, a throwup of his own design on one of the graffiti covered walls in the alleyway. His finger lightly...
Bad Moon Rising
"me and goji, yeah," cogaran replied. "think he's always gone through. over-achiever. but we both knew they were going to be pulling in extras. synchronicities are rare enough as it is, much less to get a _harvest_synch.