Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[voidsounds]

The R a v e n && The M.o.n.s.t.e.r

Story?

[black swan;;;;;]

The Guardian x The overprotected one.

Minor characters : The bat mimions.

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Aparently,me and the egg.
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Everything that you feel
Is everything that I feel
So when we dream
We shout.

[Kingfisher]

[prepare for a true story of epic truthfullness.]





hailey . hunter
me . him


"Rink tonight, you in?"
I smiled, nodding. "Totally. Who's all coming?"
She grinned. "Me, you..." she trailed off. I knew that look in her eyes.
"Let me guess - You're bringing along the guy of your dreams?" I asked with a smirk. I didn't even really need to ask. I knew she was. She'd been obsessed with this guy for at least a year now.
She nodded shamelessly. "You don't mind, do you?"
I shook my head. "Not at all."
"Great. I'll see you later."
"See you."
I hugged my best friend and turned, back towards her. I began to walk home, the surprisingly warm February air ruffling my hair. I knew who she was bringing. Hunter. That guy she was so in love with. They weren't dating, but she had a huge crush on him. So huge that I was pretty sure that classifying it as a crush was the biggest understatement of the year.
I hadn't ever really thought much about him. Emma and I were in seventh grade, he was in eighth. We used to be almost next-door neighbours, and I'd talked to him from time to time, but we barely knew each other. I didn't understand why she was so obsessed with him - Then again, that was probably because I didn't really know him.

Time passed quick and before I knew it, I was getting out of Emma's stepdad's car and walking into the hockey rink. Nobody our age actually came here to watch the hockey - No, we came here for the food and to just hangout. We paid ourselves in, and she informed me that we were sneaking Hunter in.
It was way too easy to sneak people into the hockey rink, so that they didn't have to pay for admission, which was pretty expensive unless you lied about your age. For people twelve years old and younger, it was only five dollars. For people thirteen years old, like Emma and I, and older, it was eight. So we lied, said we were twelve, and saved three dollars.
Emma told me that I was to meet Hunter outside. The way to sneak people in was simple. There was a door that only opened from inside the rink. There were stairs outside that led up to it. To sneak someone in, all you had to do was get two people inside. One person would stand inside waiting to open the door, and the other would go outside and escort the person to the door, where you would do a secret knock. Then the person on the inside would open the door and boom - You were in.
I walked outside, looking for Hunter. I quickly found him and jogged up to him. "Emma's waiting by the door. Come on." I said to him, beginning to walk towards the stairs.
Hunter smiled. "You act like you've done this before."
"I have." I simply replied. "I sneak people in all the time."
"Rebellious." he commented. "I like that."
I grinned. "Good to know."
"Sneaking your boyfriend in tonight?" he asked slowly.
I knew exactly what he was doing. "Nope, don't have one." I played along.
He tilted his head with a shocked look. "Really? I'm surprised. Very surprised."
"My last boyfriend broke up with me a while ago." I said, shrugging.
"Was he admitted to a mental hospital afterwards? Because I don't see how anybody in their right mind would breakup with you. I barely know you and I wouldn't break up with you."
I blushed. This wasn't proper. Emma had a gigantic crush on him, and what kind of best friend was I being by flirting with him? "We wouldn't be dating in the first place."
"Hard to get, too?" Hunter said with a sneaky smirk. "Challenge accepted."
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever, come on."


[continue?]

I love this, it is written beautifully. :3

I agree- please keep going!!!

[honeydukes]

The young woman in the ripped green dress surges forward, almost falling, but a young man in a red tunic reaches out to catch her right at the last minute. She wraps her arms arounds his waist and buries her head in his shoulder, sobbing, and he wraps his arms comfortingly around her shoulders.

Then the world goes dark, and the curtain rattles shut. From beyond it, the two can hear applause from the audience. In a hushed voice, the young man says "The scene's over. You can let go of me now." With an awkward laugh, the actress disentangles herself and steps back. "Good job," she says, patting the actor on the shoulder as he grins and walks away. She watches him for a moment, then hurries to get in place for the curtain call.

She holds his hand and they bow together as the audience goes wild with cheers. The two of them get a standing ovation as the rest of the cast take their bows; then the curtain closes and the moment is over. In the changing room afterwards, she takes off her dress and hangs it in the costume cupboard before putting on her jeans and t-shirt. A couple of her friends tease her lightly about her prince charming, and she laughs them off before leaving the room. She sees him walking away and calls out, "Have a good night!" He looks at her over his shoulder and waves, and then he's gone. She lets her hand drop and wonders if she should have said something else.

He'll never be her real prince charming, of course. This was the last show. The last curtain call. The last chance to hold him in her arms and cry into his shoulder. She'll see him again, but their real relationship will never be like the one she dreamed of, just for a moment, on the stage.

Lovely
Will you continue?

[Keriae]

I only had time to read one story just now, but I'm glad I chose this one because it was terribly sad, and you all know how I love sad stories! Beautifully written, flawless beginning as well. You found a great way to pull the reader in (:
(Also sorry to everyone for being away and not finishing my story, I'll get back to it when I can)

Thank you! <3

[Wildmagic_warrior]

The young woman in the ripped green dress surges forward, almost falling, but a young man in a red tunic reaches out to catch her right at the last minute. She wraps her arms arounds his waist and buries her head in his shoulder, sobbing, and he wraps his arms comfortingly around her shoulders.

Then the world goes dark, and the curtain rattles shut. From beyond it, the two can hear applause from the audience. In a hushed voice, the young man says "The scene's over. You can let go of me now." With an awkward laugh, the actress disentangles herself and steps back. "Good job," she says, patting the actor on the shoulder as he grins and walks away. She watches him for a moment, then hurries to get in place for the curtain call.

She holds his hand and they bow together as the audience goes wild with cheers. The two of them get a standing ovation as the rest of the cast take their bows; then the curtain closes and the moment is over. In the changing room afterwards, she takes off her dress and hangs it in the costume cupboard before putting on her jeans and t-shirt. A couple of her friends tease her lightly about her prince charming, and she laughs them off before leaving the room. She sees him walking away and calls out, "Have a good night!" He looks at her over his shoulder and waves, and then he's gone. She lets her hand drop and wonders if she should have said something else.

He'll never be her real prince charming, of course. This was the last show. The last curtain call. The last chance to hold him in her arms and cry into his shoulder. She'll see him again, but their real relationship will never be like the one she dreamed of, just for a moment, on the stage.

Lovely
Will you continue?

Thank you ^^
And no, I don't think so. It was just meant to be this one little thing.

[kartharon]

Yang ♀

Yin ♂

Iron ♂

I love this so much ;A;

Yang ♀

Yin ♂

Iron ♂

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*sniff* *sniff* it's so... Saaaaaaddd. (very good though- I enjoyed reading it even though it made me cry )

Sorry I missed these two. Thank you guys so much.

[Zeee]

They were one of those strange siblings; they looked so alike, yet so different. Maybe it was the fact that the brother of the duo had dark, messy brown hair, while his sister had lucious locks of strawberry blonde.

They were always together. Never apart. They shared the same bedroom at home, were always in the same class. They even sat together and refused to move, to talk to others.

That was, until it happened.

***

I can't go into details, people. It's hard. So, so hard. But you really do want to know, don't you? I can see it in your eyes. I can see it in your body language, the way you subconciously lean forwards, how your fingers stop tapping, how you stare at me.

Fine. I'll tell you. But it isn't one of those stories that warms your heart. This is sad. More than sad, even. I don't have any words to describe it to you.

***

We were, as always, seated next to each other at the back of the science classroom. Our hands occasionally brushed as we copied down the notes from the board on Carboxylic Acids. Here's a picture if you don't know what one is.

I understood it immediately. This was organic chemistry, something I could understand. Unlike my brother. Well, I could always help him with it later, like he helped me with maths. I hated maths. Terrible subject, it was.

The lesson passed quickly, and we moved on to RE. But, as we only had one lesson ever two weeks, we hadn't sat the exam in December, and were working on a project on whatever subject we wanted. We would get a certificate at the end of the course instead of a GCSE grade. I was doing my project on torture and Extraordinary Rendition. Morbid, I know. My brother was focusing on Euthanasia. Yeah, he was morbid too.

The tapping of the keys on the keyboard was soothing and a nice change from having to write out pages and pages with a pen until your wrist ached. Typing was so much easier and quicker. My brother loved it. He wanted a laptop for every lesson, but the school wouldn't let him.

And then we were standing outside in a patch of sunlight, chatting with a packet of crips in our hands after the school bell had gone. We were unaware.

They came up behind him, where I could see them. They were low, and there was about five or six of them. I never counted. I didn't see the need. But one wrapped his arm around my brother's neck, appling pressure so that he couldn't breath. The others began punching him while one held me back. I don't remember what I was saying, but I know that I was fighting to free myself and screaming as I saw him collaspe to the floor as they used their feet as weapons of choice. They smashed his face. Broke his ribs. Factured his skull.

Then they were gone. In the silence that followed, I ran to his side and fell over his body, weeping and still screaming. I could tell by the stillness of his body that he was gone. They'd murdered my brother, and I didn't know why.

***

At the day of the funeral, I stood by his white coffin, holding a small red tulip in my hands. He had always said that when he met the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, he would give her one. It meant undying love.

As the coffin was lowered into the ground, salty tear tracks laced my face and fell onto the ground and the tulip as Because of You played in the background.

I was alone.

Bram.
Bram.
Bram.

Honestly.

Why you make me cry? D':

[Keriae]

They were one of those strange siblings; they looked so alike, yet so different. Maybe it was the fact that the brother of the duo had dark, messy brown hair, while his sister had lucious locks of strawberry blonde.

They were always together. Never apart. They shared the same bedroom at home, were always in the same class. They even sat together and refused to move, to talk to others.

That was, until it happened.

***

I can't go into details, people. It's hard. So, so hard. But you really do want to know, don't you? I can see it in your eyes. I can see it in your body language, the way you subconciously lean forwards, how your fingers stop tapping, how you stare at me.

Fine. I'll tell you. But it isn't one of those stories that warms your heart. This is sad. More than sad, even. I don't have any words to describe it to you.

***

We were, as always, seated next to each other at the back of the science classroom. Our hands occasionally brushed as we copied down the notes from the board on Carboxylic Acids. Here's a picture if you don't know what one is.

I understood it immediately. This was organic chemistry, something I could understand. Unlike my brother. Well, I could always help him with it later, like he helped me with maths. I hated maths. Terrible subject, it was.

The lesson passed quickly, and we moved on to RE. But, as we only had one lesson ever two weeks, we hadn't sat the exam in December, and were working on a project on whatever subject we wanted. We would get a certificate at the end of the course instead of a GCSE grade. I was doing my project on torture and Extraordinary Rendition. Morbid, I know. My brother was focusing on Euthanasia. Yeah, he was morbid too.

The tapping of the keys on the keyboard was soothing and a nice change from having to write out pages and pages with a pen until your wrist ached. Typing was so much easier and quicker. My brother loved it. He wanted a laptop for every lesson, but the school wouldn't let him.

And then we were standing outside in a patch of sunlight, chatting with a packet of crips in our hands after the school bell had gone. We were unaware.

They came up behind him, where I could see them. They were low, and there was about five or six of them. I never counted. I didn't see the need. But one wrapped his arm around my brother's neck, appling pressure so that he couldn't breath. The others began punching him while one held me back. I don't remember what I was saying, but I know that I was fighting to free myself and screaming as I saw him collaspe to the floor as they used their feet as weapons of choice. They smashed his face. Broke his ribs. Factured his skull.

Then they were gone. In the silence that followed, I ran to his side and fell over his body, weeping and still screaming. I could tell by the stillness of his body that he was gone. They'd murdered my brother, and I didn't know why.

***

At the day of the funeral, I stood by his white coffin, holding a small red tulip in my hands. He had always said that when he met the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, he would give her one. It meant undying love.

As the coffin was lowered into the ground, salty tear tracks laced my face and fell onto the ground and the tulip as Because of You played in the background.

I was alone.

Bram.
Bram.
Bram.

Honestly.

Why you make me cry? D':

Because I am evil. >:D Cry my minion, cry!
I don't know why you cried... xD

[Zeee]

They were one of those strange siblings; they looked so alike, yet so different. Maybe it was the fact that the brother of the duo had dark, messy brown hair, while his sister had lucious locks of strawberry blonde.

They were always together. Never apart. They shared the same bedroom at home, were always in the same class. They even sat together and refused to move, to talk to others.

That was, until it happened.

***

I can't go into details, people. It's hard. So, so hard. But you really do want to know, don't you? I can see it in your eyes. I can see it in your body language, the way you subconciously lean forwards, how your fingers stop tapping, how you stare at me.

Fine. I'll tell you. But it isn't one of those stories that warms your heart. This is sad. More than sad, even. I don't have any words to describe it to you.

***

We were, as always, seated next to each other at the back of the science classroom. Our hands occasionally brushed as we copied down the notes from the board on Carboxylic Acids. Here's a picture if you don't know what one is.

I understood it immediately. This was organic chemistry, something I could understand. Unlike my brother. Well, I could always help him with it later, like he helped me with maths. I hated maths. Terrible subject, it was.

The lesson passed quickly, and we moved on to RE. But, as we only had one lesson ever two weeks, we hadn't sat the exam in December, and were working on a project on whatever subject we wanted. We would get a certificate at the end of the course instead of a GCSE grade. I was doing my project on torture and Extraordinary Rendition. Morbid, I know. My brother was focusing on Euthanasia. Yeah, he was morbid too.

The tapping of the keys on the keyboard was soothing and a nice change from having to write out pages and pages with a pen until your wrist ached. Typing was so much easier and quicker. My brother loved it. He wanted a laptop for every lesson, but the school wouldn't let him.

And then we were standing outside in a patch of sunlight, chatting with a packet of crips in our hands after the school bell had gone. We were unaware.

They came up behind him, where I could see them. They were low, and there was about five or six of them. I never counted. I didn't see the need. But one wrapped his arm around my brother's neck, appling pressure so that he couldn't breath. The others began punching him while one held me back. I don't remember what I was saying, but I know that I was fighting to free myself and screaming as I saw him collaspe to the floor as they used their feet as weapons of choice. They smashed his face. Broke his ribs. Factured his skull.

Then they were gone. In the silence that followed, I ran to his side and fell over his body, weeping and still screaming. I could tell by the stillness of his body that he was gone. They'd murdered my brother, and I didn't know why.

***

At the day of the funeral, I stood by his white coffin, holding a small red tulip in my hands. He had always said that when he met the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, he would give her one. It meant undying love.

As the coffin was lowered into the ground, salty tear tracks laced my face and fell onto the ground and the tulip as Because of You played in the background.

I was alone.

Bram.
Bram.
Bram.

Honestly.

Why you make me cry? D':

Because I am evil. >:D Cry my minion, cry!
I don't know why you cried... xD

I cry because it's sad D:

Im not good at sad stories, but here's one i've had in my drafts, and has never been finished, for a long time and I decided to finish it. It's short, but meh.



Ever seen a white rose? We have. I grew them in my own yard, when 2 seeds mixed together in soil and water and created a bush of beautiful white roses that is always bloomed, summer, spring, fall, and winter, and no one- it's illegal here- is allowed to touch them/pick them. If they do, their charged.

I always called you my white rose. Your bright, snow-white fur reminded me of the delicate flower and it's petals. Nothing made me happier than when we were together. People said you were crazy and weird, and said I was crazy and weird for hanging out with you and being best friends with you, and they say,"To love someone like her, they'd outta be crazy."

...Well, if loving you is crazy, then I must be insane.

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I held a white rose to my chest, clutching it tightly. The rose bush was cut a few days ago, but I had managed to save one single flower. To my surprise, and to my sadness, it was slowly, slowly dying.
I sobbed quietly, standing before the coffin in which your body lay, lifeless. Everyone else was either sitting down, crying very loudly, or talking about how much we all cared for you. I was in front, alone. I was always alone, except when I was with you. I needed to be with you.

I became best friends with you. I started to fall for you. I loved you.

And I was the one who threw it all away.

--

After the funeral ended, I walked home, sobbing with my hands away from my face. I refused to dry my tears.
Nothing could bring you back. Nothing, at all.

I couldn't live without you. I glanced down at the ground as something clicked under my feet. I was now staring at a gun. I had stepped on a gun. How normal is that? I looked around the trees and some corners with the gun in my pocket. I glanced down my pocket and stared at the gun. I thought about it.

I needed to be with you. I needed to finally show my love for you. I needed you, period.

No one was around. I lifted the gun out of my pocket and aimed it at my head. Taking a deep breath, not regretting my descision at all, I pulled the trigger.

Nothing could bring you back down to earth, but you could bring me up to Heaven.