Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[cswolf.]

Look at the stars
Look how they shine for y o u
And everything you do
Yeah, they were all yellow

Might do a story if anyone's interested. Just had this song stuck in my head. ^^

Yes story please :3

[mawsoleum]

xx the moon | the sun xx

Story?
C:

[Zeee]

xx




And I do
Want to love you
If you see me running back
And I do
Wanna try

Hedley -- For the nights I can't remember


[fail. just part of it, but I have this song stuck in my head.]

[Lennie]

xx the sailboat|the sea xx

story? C:

Listen to this as you read.
x || x


A simple boat.
Floating on a simple sea.
Full of such calm colors.
Gentle kindess flowing with the wind.
A stunning sun held by clouds high above.
An ocean music of noise.
Foggy morning haze, rolling off the waves.

Funny, how something so peaceful
can go so wrong.

______________

The boat rocked back and forth gently, the waves lolling it almost into a deep sleep. The chipped, white and blue paint on its wood held fast, strongly as possible, as to retain some glory. Flying high above, the once white sail caught as much wind as possible in its folds, so to move along more quickly. The ocean was light, beautiful, stunning. It reflected all, everything that was caught in its moist eyes.

The serenity of morning continued on for what seemed like days; and perhaps it had been.Time was lost when the ocean is all that can be seen, stretching so very far, into our very dreams. Perhaps that's where all dreams come from; the ocean itself. They float in on a lolling tide, gracing us.

What then, does that make nightmares? They cannot simply flow with dreams, impossible!
Well, it was soon found out how.

The ocean acted as such a lush mirror, reflecting beauty. It was all so peaceful, until blots of black started to appear, flawing the mirror. Winds started to rock the small boat, so tiny on such a vast ocean. Lightning ran across the sky as messengers above, thunder grumbling after it, as if to make it move faster. The little boat swayed from side to side hopelessly. Night seemed to capture the sky as the black mass crawled over it. It soon came closer, and closer, and closer.

The gales racked the boat, removing some of the wood, ripping off the paint, tattering the sail. Lightning struck the ocean close to it, waves crying out in pain. The ocean started to turn against the boat, such a small speck of white on a large background of black. Thunder started to roar now, enraged by something or another. The storm raged, tossing the boat from one wave to another, almost tipping it.

By the end of the darkness, the small boat was left in tatters. The horribleness of the moments just behind stuck onto its remaining wooden pieces as it attempted to sail on, to the next mind it must enter.
It flowed into the sleeping mind, showing them what it had encountered.
And such is a nightmare.

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Guys.
I really have no idea.
ROFL.

I just happened to find myself engrossed in a gorgeous story, accompanied by enchanting music.
I love the way you write, it's just beautiful.
{and thank you for sharing the music. <3}

[Wildmagic_warrior]

what if the numbers...
were alive?
-A note I found on my kitchen counter this morning.

[I know this is 'CS Pet Pairs', but I couldn't post ten pets on one page without taking up a crudton of room. Just think of black dogs with red numbers on them, zero to nine.]

The classicals have it so easy. All they got to do is sit tight, chat with their neighbors, cower when the big hands come circling around. Not like us digitals. All we got is each other, and we always having to worry about vanishing. It happens. You there one minute, gone the next, appear someplace else sometime later. It used to be just plain annoying, disappearing in the middle of a conversation, but that was before... well, before they stopped coming back. It started with a thunderstorm, a power outage, and the number six.

[More?]

[mawsoleum]

xx the moon | the sun xx

Story?
C:

Listen to this as you read.
xx | xx

The moon rose steadily in the sky, as to take its place for the night. As it moved upwards, it used a strong pitch dark cloak to push the sun down. She didn't speak a word of protest, but took her glorious cape of gold down, her eyes filled with sadness.

The moon raged over the sky, calling out its dark creatures from the land below. They grew from the earth to haunt anyone foolish enough to travel in the dark. A shadowy feline darted from behind a tree, as to capture and kill a small rabbit. It caught the poor victim by the neck, dragging it away into the darkness from whence it came. A silhouetted wolf howled an eerie call from a mountain peak, warning others of it's presence. Deer's heads and ears shot straight up as a black ghost of a bear charged them, hitting them with his mighty dark paws.

The sun hid in the lightest corner possible, hiding from her fears. She shivered to herself, fearing what the moon brought upon her once peaceful land.

A sudden shadow of a tiger pounced above the area she was taking refuge in, only missing the sight of her by a small amount. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. Her bright eyes dimmed as she was reminded of her curse once more, the curse of silence. She could not protest against the mighty moon, nor speak against his creatures. She was helpless until her cloak rose into the sky once more.

As the night grew darker and deeper, the moon claimed even more of her creature's lives with his own beasts. She wanted oh so badly to yell to him to stop, but the ropes the tied her mouth would not tolerate such an action. The sun remained hidden for the entirety of the night, as always. Her tears had only just started shedding as her reign was called up once more.

She rose to the sky, the moon mocking her with his voice as she sadly rose. Her eyes welled with fear and loss, wishing so badly for him to remove the plague he had set upon her. As he settled down to the ground, the sun illuminated herself the best she could. Her creatures moved out of their hiding slowly, checking every direction before putting another foot to the ground. They emerged finally, enjoying the sparse happiness while they could.

And in the sky, the sun mourned over them, creating a light rain.
She knew the cycle would continue for as long as her curse was on her.
And she knew that eventually, she would not be just barely missed by a shadow creature.
Eventually, like her own creatures, the black night of death would be upon her.

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Again, sorry for how odd my writing style is. Cx

[micah]

to where the sun kisses the land first,
to where the ocean slips silently,
and to where the winding road comes to an end


xxx

{ seal the final promise to me by taking me, by taking me... }

He held her hand on the edge of the mountain. Her head leaned on his slightly, just enough for her tears to pool on his shoulder.
"I promised I wouldn't say a thing, I wouldn't mutter a peep...
But I've got to say that this is the most beautiful scene."
Taking her hand in his he asked, oh he asked if this would be the last dream. With the sun peaking now, letting its wide array of locks sliver around, she shook her head no. No.

{ seal the final promise to me by taking me, by taking me... }

Her toes sifted the sand lightly as she gazed out, not hearing a single thing. Once again salty droplets bubbled from her eyes, but she hid it better this time. She had to be strong.
"I promised t-that I wouldn't say a thing, I c-can't mutter a peep...
But this is the most beautiful dream."
He wore a thick smile and gripped her hand tighter; slowly he led her away, though, for the tide was becoming restless.

{ seal the final promise to me by taking me... by leaving me... }

Now he stood alone at the end of the road, faced with a wall of flowers and they each mimicked her scent perfectly. He toyed with his own fingers and eventually collapsed, for seeing the sight of her last dream has been too much.
What she meant by the end of the road was the end of her life, not the one leading to the rest of theirs.
He could almost hear her say:
"I promised I wouldn't say a thing, since this is but a dream,
but you were always the most beautiful thing, dream, scene."

[starry--knight]

Adopt virtual pets at Chicken Smoothie!
Today she realized the place she dwelled in
A place built of beauty but ravaged by Filth.
Places like this meant to be preserved
but instead just used as a giant wasteland.
Today she woke up and had her eyes opened
to a place she had neglected to see
A place filled of horror and misery
A place meant for much better things........

[aleatory]

No clue where THIS came from...
WARNING: fairly creepy, takes place in an insane asylum. So don't read if this kind of thing will give you nightmares.

Narrator...Shadow girl

I don't know why I'm here.
I'm not insane.
I know I'm not.
...
Do insane people wonder if they're insane?
I do often.
But I always come to the same conclusion.
I am not insane.
...
She slept in the bunk above, the Shadow Girl did.
I don't know her real name.
I call her Shadow Girl, because it is all she seems to say.
"Shadows."
"Shadows."
...
I wonder if there were shadows in her nightmares.
Sometimes, she'd crawl out of her top bunk to sleep near me.
I'd curl next to her.
I'd wonder if she saw shadows.
I'd wonder if I was insane.
But I am not insane.
...
I don't remember why I am here.
They think I am insane.
I am not insane.
I know I am not insane, because I wonder if I am insane.
I am not insane.
...
They bunked me with her.
Both of us 'relatively harmless'.
Of course I am 'relatively harmless'.
I am not insane.
...
The more I say it, the more I know it to be true.
I am not insane.
...
That night, she was murmuring in her sleep.
"Shadows. Shadows. Shadows."
I am not insane.
She crawled down from her bunk and crawled into mine.
I liked having her there.
She was pretty, Shadow Girl, despite her vacant eyes.
I am not insane.
She looked at me, with those vacant eyes.
"Shadows." She whispered.
I smiled.
I am not insane.
I leaned down and kissed her breifly.
She laid back down on the pillow.
"Shadows."
I am not insane... not insane...
Suddenly, I reached to the nightstand.
My hand caught up the knife I'd stolen from the kitchen.
I am not insane. I am not...
I stabbed Shadow Girl.
...
I am alone now, in my room.
I don't know what happened to Shadow Girl.
Maybe the shadows got her.
Or maybe they let her go, because she wasn't really insane.
...
I am not insane.

Wow. That was creepy and slightly disturbing, actually...

[Lennie]

{an eye for an eye...} - {the stars of night}

{{ "I told you I was blind,
yet you left me behind.
So much for the value of love."

The silver colored egg seemed quite small within the nest, the sticks and leaves surrounding the small unborn creature with warmth, uncomfortable though it may seem. It was evening of course, the day had just come to an end and a new day was close to revealing itself with the rising and setting of the moon. The timing of month revealed it to be an evening of a new moon, the sky was dark with a color of navy while the stars were littering the sky, though if it was such, it was a beautiful scene to behold.

A small crack revealed itself in the egg's shell, and after a surprisingly short time a faint chirping was evident in the area surrounding the tree. No other creature seemed to stir beyond the faint sound coming from within the shell, and a moment later, the crack seemed to grow, spreading until the entire shell revealed itself as a fragile piece of glass just moments from shattering.

One last moment allowed the shell to fall apart, the head of the small bird revealing itself from the shell, a piece of it adorning his head as though a small hat. It's legs broke the rest of the shell, yet its hat remained, and when it attempted to walk it merely fell over, hitting the side of the nest with a dull thud, another alarmed chirp leaving its beak.

It attempted to shake off a tad, its 'hat' falling off from his head a moment later and he sat down in the nest, shivering a tad in the chill of the night as a breeze blew through. The creature was alone, but it's nest was within a hole in a tree's bark, so at least he was safe from predatory harm. But, he didn't know he was alone, or perhaps he didn't think about it.

{{ "I gave you my time,
all the time I knew I had.
But, you didn't return, it hardly mattered though."

A short time had passed, the creature had opened his eyes, but it hardly made a difference. A few of its feathers were beginning to grow in, creating an evident white fuzz upon his body, but he couldn't tell. It was the same as never having opened his eyes. They were pale blue, a haze seeming to hide his thoughts, and it was evident to even the simplest of souls; he was blind.

One evening, he heard a flurry of feathers approach, and still young he began to chirp, for his food had run out that morning and he held hopes that it was the one who was to care for him, to love him.
He teetered toward the sound, and he stood on the edge of the nest, though he hardly knew that was where he was. Another flurry of feathers brought him to lean forward, and within moments he felt a rush of air, the feeling of limitless end, and a sudden patch of soft ground meeting him from before.

Late into the night, and early in the morning the faint chirps of the crying owl were heard. It hardly made a difference though, for the small creature was blind to the world, as it was to him.

{{ "An eye for an eye makes the whole world go blind..."

random ramblings. ^^;;;