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[dwarjam]

The Cookies..


The Bunnies..


The Lions..


The Sheep..

[TheWhiteWolf]

The Cookies..


The Bunnies..


The Lions..


The Sheep..

Love it! <3

[dwarjam]

Love it! <3

Thank you ;D

[TheWhiteWolf]

Love it! <3

Thank you ;D

Your welcome ^^

[micah]

Omai, I wanna thank everyone for the most wonderfulest comments ever on that story. <3 It means way too much to me~
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This happened to me in a dream. No, names are fake.
Situation is not.

Clarisse [f] --- Michael [m]

The phone rang out in despair, crying out to her. "I'm coming, I'm here..." She muttered, sleep sticking on her eyes. Her legs dragged her limply to the kitchen, where the single land-line phone rested. "Hello?"

The voice on the other side was frantic.

"W-What? No... I never heard..."

It explained how it was coming over, right now.

"Yes, I'll u-unlock the door, yes..." Sleep no longer burdened her eyes, but hot, sticky tears were destined to make up for it. Clarisse's breathing seemed to be taking up all of the oxygen in the stuffy room. She ran over and flung open the windows, back door, and every other thing that could let in the brisk morning air. Sooner than she thought did the doorbell ring, sending jolts up her being. "It's unlocked." Clarisse's gray, monotonous voice clued in her best friend quite well.

There was a creak, then a soft voice. "Clarisse, darling, you haven't seen him since middle school..."

"W-Who did i-it," Clarisse whispered. "I need to k-know."

"It was an accident, actually. Lilah did it while they were playing some odd jumping game at the stadium."

"Lilah?" Anger boiled her blood. "I swear to god, if she's trying to get with him--"

"Clarisse,"

No answer. Her fists were balled up.

"Clarisse!"

"What?!"

"Maybe you didn't understand me over the phone--Michael is dead, Clarisse."

Her throat closed. "Y-You said he... He just l-left, Nikki." Inhalation. "Left..."

"I'm sorry, Clare."

"I think we're all pretty sorry, Nikki."
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Her face was embedded in her pillow, snatching tears quickly from her face. "I never got to tell him..." Clarisse muttered, gasping for breath. Nikki had left just at the butt of seven a.m., leaving Clarisse to fend for herself for the day. She had already called off work, disposing herself from it.

"He's not dead..." She muttered, rising from the bed. "I know it, he can't be, just can't. Crap like this just doesn't happen."

[Simpleprincess]

Omai, I wanna thank everyone for the most wonderfulest comments ever on that story. <3 It means way too much to me~
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This happened to me in a dream. No, names are fake.
Situation is not.

Clarisse [f] --- Michael [m]

The phone rang out in despair, crying out to her. "I'm coming, I'm here..." She muttered, sleep sticking on her eyes. Her legs dragged her limply to the kitchen, where the single land-line phone rested. "Hello?"

The voice on the other side was frantic.

"W-What? No... I never heard..."

It explained how it was coming over, right now.

"Yes, I'll u-unlock the door, yes..." Sleep no longer burdened her eyes, but hot, sticky tears were destined to make up for it. Clarisse's breathing seemed to be taking up all of the oxygen in the stuffy room. She ran over and flung open the windows, back door, and every other thing that could let in the brisk morning air. Sooner than she thought did the doorbell ring, sending jolts up her being. "It's unlocked." Clarisse's gray, monotonous voice clued in her best friend quite well.

There was a creak, then a soft voice. "Clarisse, darling, you haven't seen him since middle school..."

"W-Who did i-it," Clarisse whispered. "I need to k-know."

"It was an accident, actually. Lilah did it while they were playing some odd jumping game at the stadium."

"Lilah?" Anger boiled her blood. "I swear to god, if she's trying to get with him--"

"Clarisse,"

No answer. Her fists were balled up.

"Clarisse!"

"What?!"

"Maybe you didn't understand me over the phone--Michael is dead, Clarisse."

Her throat closed. "Y-You said he... He just l-left, Nikki." Inhalation. "Left..."

"I'm sorry, Clare."

"I think we're all pretty sorry, Nikki."
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Her face was embedded in her pillow, snatching tears quickly from her face. "I never got to tell him..." Clarisse muttered, gasping for breath. Nikki had left just at the butt of seven a.m., leaving Clarisse to fend for herself for the day. She had already called off work, disposing herself from it.

"He's not dead..." She muttered, rising from the bed. "I know it, he can't be, just can't. Crap like this just doesn't happen."

oh my unicorns, I'm in love <3

[average]

Omai, I wanna thank everyone for the most wonderfulest comments ever on that story. <3 It means way too much to me~
___
This happened to me in a dream. No, names are fake.
Situation is not.

Clarisse [f] --- Michael [m]

The phone rang out in despair, crying out to her. "I'm coming, I'm here..." She muttered, sleep sticking on her eyes. Her legs dragged her limply to the kitchen, where the single land-line phone rested. "Hello?"

The voice on the other side was frantic.

"W-What? No... I never heard..."

It explained how it was coming over, right now.

"Yes, I'll u-unlock the door, yes..." Sleep no longer burdened her eyes, but hot, sticky tears were destined to make up for it. Clarisse's breathing seemed to be taking up all of the oxygen in the stuffy room. She ran over and flung open the windows, back door, and every other thing that could let in the brisk morning air. Sooner than she thought did the doorbell ring, sending jolts up her being. "It's unlocked." Clarisse's gray, monotonous voice clued in her best friend quite well.

There was a creak, then a soft voice. "Clarisse, darling, you haven't seen him since middle school..."

"W-Who did i-it," Clarisse whispered. "I need to k-know."

"It was an accident, actually. Lilah did it while they were playing some odd jumping game at the stadium."

"Lilah?" Anger boiled her blood. "I swear to god, if she's trying to get with him--"

"Clarisse,"

No answer. Her fists were balled up.

"Clarisse!"

"What?!"

"Maybe you didn't understand me over the phone--Michael is dead, Clarisse."

Her throat closed. "Y-You said he... He just l-left, Nikki." Inhalation. "Left..."

"I'm sorry, Clare."

"I think we're all pretty sorry, Nikki."
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Her face was embedded in her pillow, snatching tears quickly from her face. "I never got to tell him..." Clarisse muttered, gasping for breath. Nikki had left just at the butt of seven a.m., leaving Clarisse to fend for herself for the day. She had already called off work, disposing herself from it.

"He's not dead..." She muttered, rising from the bed. "I know it, he can't be, just can't. Crap like this just doesn't happen."

;~;
So sad, but so lovely at the same time.

[VesVes]

Elementary school love story!


Lewa [m] & Amy [f]

"Nice fangs!" Another pup, this one in a vampire costume, called to the saber-toothed first-grader while rushing by on the other side of the street with a sack full of candy.

He felt his fangs. The other pups, especially on a Halloween night like tonight, assumed it was a costume.

But they were real.

And so were his interests for the girl in the vampire costume.

~September, a Year later~

"Kids!" The teacher called. "There is a new student with us today. Amy will be sitting in that chair over there."

His stomach did a flip-flop. It was her. The girl with the vampire costume. Except, today she lacked the costume.

"Still wearing that costume?" she asked. He nodded.

"What's your name?" she pressed on.

He hesitated. Then..."Lewa."

~The next day~

"You're half direwolf?" Amy gasped. "That's so cool!"

Lewa nodded.

Ten years later, in the twelfth grade, Amy kept on boasting to everybody that she was bringing a half-direwolf to the prom.

Nobody believed her but Lewa himself.

[Tesalong]

First-grade love story!


Lewa [m] & Amy [f]

"Nice fangs!" Another pup, this one in a vampire costume, called to the saber-toothed first-grader while rushing by on the other side of the street with a sack full of candy.

He felt his fangs. The other pups, especially on a Halloween night like tonight, assumed it was a costume.

But they were real.

And so were his interests for the girl in the vampire costume.

I like this <3

[ƒєαтнєя]

Estrelles [F] -------------------------- [M] Corrent

The man approached on silent feet. His gun was poised at his shoulder, and his eye grazing the forest for the two canines he had spotted. One he had caught previously, and...it hadn't ended well. He had gotten a scratch, and she had lost most of her tail. The other was her companion. He closed one eye as a brown spot caught his attention. He pulled the trigger and the bullet soared at the form. It hit the wolf with precision. A cry of pain echoed through the valley. The hunter smirked and ran toward the she-wolf.
Estrelle lay on the bracken, her side bleeding fiercely. She looked up at her travelling partner with sorrow in her eyes. She closed them and pushed him on with what remained of her tail, or at least tried. The gray wolf stumbled backward with shock, "Estrelle...No...This can't happen...We were supposed to make it..." he whispered, tears brimming in his deep blue eyes. Estrelle opened her eyes and growled quietly, "Sometimes things don't turn out as planned." she grunted through pain. Corrent's word caught in his throat, "But-" "Corrent, come closer..." Estrelle stuttered, her own green eyes filling with tears. He bent down and touched his nose to her's. "I've had the time of my life with you, Corrent..." she whispered, "We did make it...I'm almost free...but you-" a cough racked her brown and black body, blood pouring from her mouth, "-You haven't." She licked his nose, "We'll meet again." she promised, her eyes closing again and a last breath escaping her.
Corrent's eyes spilled over and he turned, his eyes closed firmly. He left his friend there, feeling guilt fall upon him. A lump formed in his throat and he groaned. He tried not look back as he started to run, but he needed that last glimpse of his friend. There she lay, her brown pelt matted with blood and her eyes closed and her tiny tail limp. He let out a sharp breath and looked strait ahead. He skidded to a halt. He lowered his head and whipped around. He could see the hunter approaching Estrelle's limp body. He knew that going onward was the right thing to do, to follow Estrelle's journey was right. So he did. He turned and ran, the night falling around him. He bit back howls of sorrow.

So what do you guys think...? It's my first story on this topic.