Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

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@Owls of the rain: You should, it sounds interesting.

[Lunar Lullabies]

Victoria (Tori) (♀)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Nikki(♀)

Its funny how, when looking back, the moments that change your life seem so…well…normal.

Part One Here
Part Two Here
Part Three Here
Part Four Here

Aww! </3 I knew that was coming... :( But I love this story; this is really good. I can't wait for more! C:

[Kites]

Part 8 of [Life Goes On]


Damien--------------------------------------------Alexia-------------------------------------------Jake

I've been following this story from the very beginning and I love it. It was a nice surprise to log in and see a new part. Great job ^^

I've just noticed this.
Thank you. ^^
I want to get the next part up as soon as I can.
By the way, please don't think horribly of Damien. I tried to get it across that he wasn't intending to hurt Alexia.

[Never & Rush]

Victoria (Tori) (♀)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Nikki(♀)

Its funny how, when looking back, the moments that change your life seem so…well…normal.

Part One Here
Part Two Here
Part Three Here
Part Four Here

Aww! </3 I knew that was coming... :( But I love this story; this is really good. I can't wait for more! C:

Agreed<'3 I've been actually checking this thread just for this story lately. xD''

[Anouki]

............................Almondy ......................................................................................................................................................and .............................................................................................................................Tayga


Tayga is a famous Magician, her shows are always booked up.
Almondy saw Tayga once at her show in Las Vegas and fell in love with her immediately. He tried to travel to the countries where Tayga had her shows, but he hadn't much luck, he saw her not very often.
Now Almondy had the idea to dress up like one of Tayga's assistants and to try to get on the stage. His plan is to declare his love to Tayga, there on the stage, in front of thousands of people.

[Official-Enjolras]

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[the bad wolf]

Friends till the end...

The day had started normal. Of course it did. A ride up to the sixty-fifth floor, wheel to the cubicle, wave to the friends. Mike had slid next to him, a silly smile on his face. Like a child again. The parapalegic, Steve, had given him a smile one would give to a disbehaving teenager. "You're going to get fired for that." His co-woker snorted in disagreement. "I'm serious. Then how are you going to pay the bills?"

"Like it matters." Mike footed the ground lightly, covering little distance. "Our bosses turn a blind eye as always. Besides, my best friend will give me money, right?" He then pushed back hard before steering across the room to his own desk without an answer. Steve sighed with a light headshake. One day, the whole would get fired for antics like that. But hopefully, today wouldn't be the day. The paycheck was given out Friday, and Mike wanted to go out. Have fun.

Steve peeked around the cubicles to see the other male flirting with an out-of-league girl who seemed a bit glassy eyed. Chuckling lightly, he went to boot up his computer. 8:40, the screen blinked happily as the loading line appeared. Which was loading slower then a slug over a fly trap. Lovely. Sighing, he leaned back to relax. At the rate it was going, it would take eight, nine minutes to load.

"Hey, Steve-o." He looked up to see Marsha, who was a bit younger then his thirty-seven. Her brown eye's were cloudy with unshooken sleep as she muttered, "I'm going out for a smoke. Tell anyone?"

"Course not."

She smiled gratefully before rushing to the stairwell. Yeah, it was bad for her, but it kept her calm. Who cared anyways? Lost in thoughts for a few minutes, he almost didn't hear the peculiar whirring sound. Like a high speed fan blade. Steve looked at the computer, wondering if the system was short circuiting. No, the little line was still swirling in thought. Hunh.

That's when things went horribly wrong.
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The smoke made it difficult to see. It was like holding fabric in front of your eyes, hard to see anything but shape and caused pain. Panic had filled the room when a shaking, not unlike a high level earthquake. Everyone had hit the floor, screams filling the air. Except for Steve, with the wheelchair and all. After a few moments, someone dared to crawl to the window. Then with a shaky cry, they called out, "A plane's struck the building!" Immediately, all hell broke loose.

People were dashing to the stairwell, met by others following their example. And in a minutes, the toxic gas vieled the room. And Steve sat there, unable to do anything. Few people besides him were left, proven when Kelly, a pretty blonde stopped and looked at him helplessly, tears flowing in fear. No words were needed for the look in those blue eyes. "Go. Micah and Lila need you." He even smiled for her sake. "I'll be fine."

With a pained expression and a broken look, the girl was gone. And then Steve felt truely alone. Who would be left by this point? Apparently someone, because a voice rang out above the crying in the stairwell. "Steve!" And as the person got closer, and the the voice got weaker, Mike appeared at his side. "Hey big guy. Did you think I left you?"

"You need to leave!" But the younger male didn't seemed to hear, or perhaps didn't care, as he his friend towards the door. "I can't go anywhere!" Mike just stopped the wheelchair by the stairs, in view of the crowd, before retrieving a rolling black chair.

Pulling the makeshift toy by the other's side, Mike smiled lightly. "Friends stay by each other's side." Looking at the others, he let out a small cough. "And that's what I'm doing. Not a word of me leaving, got it?"

Steve shook his head before laying a hand on the work chair. "Thanks. Friends forever?"

Mike nodded before laying his hand over Steve's. "Wouldn't miss a day."

And that's how they stayed till the very end.

[twilight sparkle]

Please listen to this while reading.

.You have picked me out.
Through a distant shot of a building burning
you have noticed now
that a white cotton shirt is twirling, turning.

september 11th- 2001.

Such noise. So much noise. Screams, cries, men fell to their knees, weeping. Whirlwinds of sound around me, breath stolen, breath taken. Women sobbed, begged, pleaded. Wept for their children, siblings, parents. Each wept for someone, and as I listened to the wrenching cacaphony of voices- they merged into one.

.In fact I am waving, waving.
Small in the clouds, but waving, waving.
Does anyone see a
soul worth saving?.

Sirens, squealing of brakes. Shouts, urgency. We stood together, united in our horror by hands that did not- would not touch.

.And when will you come?
Do you think you are watching, watching
a man shaking crumbs
or pegging out washing?.

Burning. The scent of fire, fear. The two mingled so overpowering that more fell to the ground. Don't- I thought. You'll graze your knees. The enormity hadn't hit me yet.

.I am trying and trying.
The heat behind me is searing, searing,
but the white of surrender is not yet flying.
I am not at the point of launching, leaving.

Then the thought comes to me. He is in there. People are in there. My eyes close. Suddenly I am tasting dirt, along with my screams.

.But tiring, tiring.
Sirens below me are wailing, firing.
My arm is numb and my nerves are sagging.
Do you see me, my love. I am failing. Flagging.

I hear him, beyond the roaring towers. "Let's dance." He says to me, a whisper in my ear. "Dance with me, Alice." I turn, expecting to see him beyond the falling ash. I don't. "Don't cry, my love." Comes his whisper in the wind. And so I imagine I am taking his hand.

I imagine I am dancing with him one last time, as the snow begins to fall.

-This has a very personal meaning to me. Today is the birthday of my Uncle, John, who was killed in the 9/11. I wanted to show him that we all love him so much, and that I have never forgotten him. This is written from the viewpoint of his wife, Alice, who watched as the towers fell. The poem is 'Out Of The Blue', by Simon Armitage. The song at the top is 'River Flows In You.' played by Yiruma.

This is amazing. Simplely amazing. Today is 9/11. Today I shall remember through this story you have written.

[ThisIsInCode]

and
The birthday boy X The uninvited girl

[artemis5001]

Random pairing, tried to do something sweet and happy but somehow made it sad. 0.o
Pretty much just a mind-dump again.

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[center]Finally got around to reading this (got behind on the stories over the weekend), and it is so beautiful it made me cry... at work D= Lovely story though, really amazing