Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[~Fallen Angel~]

I've been thinking about writting a story like your's. Could I use some of your ideas when I finally get around to it?

That depends which ones...

[micah]

hard refresh for items <3

oh, you're sly thing
simply a childish fiend
here to scream,
able to haunt dreams...

but what you're lacking, dear
is that childish fear
the one you used to hold so close?
why, it now seems like a simple r o s e

i'll give you a ton-
in fact, i'll give you a dozen and one

. . .

[•r•u•s•s•a•n•d•o•l•]

[center]James -------------- Rosemary

I'll write up a story for these two later.

James
Rosemary

Here's the promised story for James and Rosemary.

I can't believe it. I'd fallen for James of all boys. The demon dog was evil...that was just a plain duh and he did...things that no decent animal should do. Only a girl who was completely insane would fall in love with him. But I have. Or, I fallen completely head over heels in love with him. I can't plug off the twinges I get in my heart whenever he speaks and whenever he looks at me. The one question on my mind is "Does he know? And if he does, does he care?" I care for him, a demon dog, but what's killing me is the wondering. Does he know? And if he does, does he care? I have to know. My friends say to ignore him, but how can I ignore perfection? I'm in love with a demon dog. There must be a reason for it and I'm just going to go along with it.

Dear Heart,

I've fallen for a demon, so good luck...

This wasn't really what I'd hoped it would turn out to be, but I still like it. 

She's looking at me again. She's always looking at me. The way she watches me, one would think that she's in love. She can't be though. Not with me. I'm nobody. I'm just James outcast of the school. The guy that everybody hates. I'm one of those people who would work better if no one else came to school. Oh great, she's staring at me again. Would she just cut it out? Okay, maybe I have some feelings for her, but they'll be gone pretty quick if she doesn't stop the stalker thing. She's writting something down in her notebook. I paw the rose I picked on my way to school. It was now or never. I walk over to her and she looks up at me, startled. "Uh, hi Rosemary." I stutter, "I saw this rose on my way to school and thought of you." I put it down on her notebook and run back to my seat before I can see her face. The teacher hands out our tests and I sneak a look at her over my shoulder. She's holding the rose...and smiling

I got this idea in the middle of RPing and just had to write it down.

[lorreli.]

the writer

The man was a loon, they said.
Consumed by his mind, they said.
Inspiration had pushed him too far.
His ideas had driven him to the edge.
He was like a mad genius...
Large emphasis on the mad.

You see, when the idea pricked and prodded his mind, it was said that was the beginning. The beginning of the madness, the beginning of insanity. At first, he would lock himself away in his room for hours a day. Then it became days a week. Then it became weeks a month. Months slowly turned into long, long years. Then...he stopped coming out. This idea, this plot, it had consumed him whole. His brain twisted itself in eccentric ways, as if he was bringing this story to life and making it reality. He stopped eating, he stopped sleeping. Once the inspiration had finally lodged itself in the deepest crevices of his brain, he stopped living.

You may think this isn't a problem, a man on his own. But you're wrong. He was far from alone. He had a beautiful wife and darling daughter. It was shortly after she was born that he was consumed by his own ideas. His wife tried and tried to take him back, to pull him out of his insanity. But nothing seemed to work.

Michael, dear! Lilliana is taking her first steps!
Darling, I'll be out in a moment. I'm working on the beginning.

Michael, Lilliana's ready to go to school.
I'll be right there, dear, I'm smack dab in the middle of creating my plot.

Michael, please, Lilliana's date is here to pick her up. Don't you want to meet him?
Another time, Rachele. I'm trying to come up with the problem.

Michael...Lilliana's wedding is today, remember?
Rachele, please, go without me. I'm reaching the climax.

Lilliana's baby was delived last night, Michael.
That's nice, dear. Now I need to finish up my resoultion.

Michael...I'm leaving.
Have a nice time Rachele, darling. I'm just starting on my ending.

And then, after twenty five long years, the man's epic tale was finally finished. He lept from his chair, leaving his ink well open on the table and throwing down his pen, joy painted all over his pale, sunken face. Dark, heavy bags had formed under his eyes, and he looked entirely sickly. The happiness he exuded did not match his outward appearance. This did not stop him from being estactic. He flung open his door and ran down the stairs, yelling out, RACHELE! LILLIANA! IT'S FINALLY FINISHED! But his cry echoed through the empty house. When his outburst wasn't answered, he looked puzzled. Rachele? Where are you dear? he crept down the stairs, peering into the living room. The furiniture and wood was covered with a fine layer of dust, and cobwebs littlered the room. Confused, Michael wandered into the kitchen. Lilliana, where are you sweetheart? Daddy has great news to share! He called. Still, no answer. He began to panic. Suddenly, the man dashed back up the stairs, running into his daughter's room. What met him was an unfamiliar image. Her crib had vanished, replaced by a bed in the corner. But the bed was just a mattress, the sheets long gone. Beginning to hypervenalte, the man ran out of the empty room and down the hall to the room he shared with his wife. It was...empty. The sheets and pillows had been torn from the bed, all of his wife's trinkets gone from the bedside table, her trunk hauled away fromt he corner. They were just...gone. How long had he been writing that story? Were they dead, did they leave him? Finally, the man began to cry. He tossed himself down on his bed and sobbed, soaking the dusty mattress with his tears. He had never been so furious with himself, so angry at his mind.

When the man had stopped crying, he wandered back to his workroom.
On his way in, he slammed the door with incredible force.
When they door slammed shut, the open ink well shook and fell over,
it's contents spilling onto his finally finished story.

[AquilaFuga]

Keegan~Melody

May write story soon.

[Starlessnight]

Pet's name: Candy-Cane Laine---------------------------------Pet's name: April Showers

I just really like the way these two look together ^^

[Zear]

lorreli, I really like your story. :3

[lorreli.]

lorreli, I really like your story. :3

Thank you <3

[Angry.Jackal]

You spin me right round, baby
right round like a record, baby
Right round round round

like the pair, and that song is a blast from the past. Gotta love the 80's! :3

[starstream<=]

lorreli, I really like your story. :3

Thank you <3

another awesome one, lor.
can i like... be you?
kthxbaii