Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[the bad wolf]

Tigg(m), Dew(f), Finny(m)
Jeannie(f), Feather(f)
A story started by a senile old shop owner, a masquerade themed dance, and five masks of ancient and powerful qualities....

(I don't know. My boredom was eating me alive.

[micah]

@NaviLilly: were you thinking of writing a story for them? It sounds very interesting. :3

xxx (m) --- The Dean (m)

This is genius, my dear, simply genius. I don't suppose there's any more to it?

Fff, you flatter me, you really do! <3 I'm not so sure if there is now, though I usually don't do much planning for any stories. I could... Certainly attempt it, if you wish?
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filler of the weirdest kind,
please step out of my mind;

ten cents [♀] xxx dozen [♂]
"Take these crucial thoughts of mine and sell them all for a gray ol' dime. For I'll live better knowing that I gave 'ya something in this lifetime, even if it be a just gray ol' little thing coated with slime."
But what he found when he went to sell his thoughts was that a dime, even one coated with slime, had thoughts of its own as well.

[faraday]

lizzy{f}......scottie{m}

---

Lizzy sat in her chair, her eyes focused on the page of her book. She always loved to read. I felt awkward watching her, and redirected my attention to my own book. I was never a fan of reading, but Lizzy insisted that I had to; that reading gave me knowledge, and that I could use some more of that. Lizzy was so wonderful; always happy, grinning ear-to-ear... I must be the luckiest man alive.

...

Lizzy came home in tears, stumbling over her own feet. The sun left a kiss of pink on the clouds outside, and the rest of the sky purple. I ran to comfort her, but she collapses in on herself. I knelt down beside her, her sides heaving with sobs. "Lizzy, darling, what's wrong? Shh... shh. Don't cry." I hushed, holding her close. "I-I.. the doctor..." Sobs ended her sentence. "I have cancer." Those three words were each a stone. A big, round stone that hit me in the gut, one after another. I searched for words, but I drew a blank. She was so young; how could she have cancer? "What stage?" My words were thin, and two dimensional. "2, thank God." She cringed, clutching me closer. It was good we found out so soon; I must be the luckiest man alive...

...

The beeps of Lizzy's heart monitor were steady; smooth. Like the rythym of a song. Her eyes were dulled; her skin pale as the first snow of the year. And to no suprise, a book in her hand. Oxygen tubes in her nose, and I.V in her arm, and a hospital smock to top it all of. And yet, she was still beautiful. Her hair was all gone; I helped her shave it off the night before the trip to the hospital. We both cried the entire time. Shaving her head was like a reality check for me, to tell me, 'well Scottie, here is your highschool sweetheart. Enjoy her while she lasts.' And yet, two months later, here she is... alive. Not dead. I must be the luckiest man alive...

...

They wouldn't let me see her. They had a thin white sheet over her, as they removed the lifesupport I.Vs and such from her body. I could've sworn I saw her breathing. I hardly noticed the tears; they were of little importance. I sat next to her body for hours, holding her hand. It looked like she was sleeping; her eyes closed, her mouth open half-way... all she needed to do now was snore. There had to be some good from this; some way to look at this and say, "it could be worse". But it can't. It cannot in any way be worse. I guess I had it coming to me, though. I can't always be the luckiest man alive...

...

fin.

[Cinn]

lizzy{f}......scottie{m}

---

Lizzy sat in her chair, her eyes focused on the page of her book. She always loved to read. I felt awkward watching her, and redirected my attention to my own book. I was never a fan of reading, but Lizzy insisted that I had to; that reading gave me knowledge, and that I could use some more of that. Lizzy was so wonderful; always happy, grinning ear-to-ear... I must be the luckiest man alive.

...

Lizzy came home in tears, stumbling over her own feet. The sun left a kiss of pink on the clouds outside, and the rest of the sky purple. I ran to comfort her, but she collapses in on herself. I knelt down beside her, her sides heaving with sobs. "Lizzy, darling, what's wrong? Shh... shh. Don't cry." I hushed, holding her close. "I-I.. the doctor..." Sobs ended her sentence. "I have cancer." Those three words were each a stone. A big, round stone that hit me in the gut, one after another. I searched for words, but I drew a blank. She was so young; how could she have cancer? "What stage?" My words were thin, and two dimensional. "2, thank God." She cringed, clutching me closer. It was good we found out so soon; I must be the luckiest man alive...

...

The beeps of Lizzy's heart monitor were steady; smooth. Like the rythym of a song. Her eyes were dulled; her skin pale as the first snow of the year. And to no suprise, a book in her hand. Oxygen tubes in her nose, and I.V in her arm, and a hospital smock to top it all of. And yet, she was still beautiful. Her hair was all gone; I helped her shave it off the night before the trip to the hospital. We both cried the entire time. Shaving her head was like a reality check for me, to tell me, 'well Scottie, here is your highschool sweetheart. Enjoy her while she lasts.' And yet, two months later, here she is... alive. Not dead. I must be the luckiest man alive...

...

They wouldn't let me see her. They had a thin white sheet over her, as they removed the lifesupport I.Vs and such from her body. I could've sworn I saw her breathing. I hardly noticed the tears; they were of little importance. I sat next to her body for hours, holding her hand. It looked like she was sleeping; her eyes closed, her mouth open half-way... all she needed to do now was snore. There had to be some good from this; some way to look at this and say, "it could be worse". But it can't. It cannot in any way be worse. I guess I had it coming to me, though. I can't always be the luckiest man alive...

...

fin.

You have the honor of writing the best thing I've read all day.

[Lovely Dreamer]

The Litte Prince and his Rose

Then one morning, exactly at sunrise, she suddenly showed herself.

And, after working with all this painstaking precision, she yawned and said:

"Ah! I am scarcely awake. I beg that you will excuse me. My petals are still all disarranged . . ."

But the little prince could not restrain his admiration:

"Oh! How beautiful you are!"

Excerpt from "The LIttle Prince" ^^.

Luffles!
Ah, the rose is amazing. I love The Little Prince(as you know)

[faraday]

lizzy{f}......scottie{m}

You have the honor of writing the best thing I've read all day.

Oh good, I'm glad you liked it. ^w^ I've had that idea in my head for such a long time, I just had to get it out. n___n;;

[artemis5001]

lizzy{f}......scottie{m}

---

Lizzy sat in her chair, her eyes focused on the page of her book. She always loved to read. I felt awkward watching her, and redirected my attention to my own book. I was never a fan of reading, but Lizzy insisted that I had to; that reading gave me knowledge, and that I could use some more of that. Lizzy was so wonderful; always happy, grinning ear-to-ear... I must be the luckiest man alive.

...

Lizzy came home in tears, stumbling over her own feet. The sun left a kiss of pink on the clouds outside, and the rest of the sky purple. I ran to comfort her, but she collapses in on herself. I knelt down beside her, her sides heaving with sobs. "Lizzy, darling, what's wrong? Shh... shh. Don't cry." I hushed, holding her close. "I-I.. the doctor..." Sobs ended her sentence. "I have cancer." Those three words were each a stone. A big, round stone that hit me in the gut, one after another. I searched for words, but I drew a blank. She was so young; how could she have cancer? "What stage?" My words were thin, and two dimensional. "2, thank God." She cringed, clutching me closer. It was good we found out so soon; I must be the luckiest man alive...

...

The beeps of Lizzy's heart monitor were steady; smooth. Like the rythym of a song. Her eyes were dulled; her skin pale as the first snow of the year. And to no suprise, a book in her hand. Oxygen tubes in her nose, and I.V in her arm, and a hospital smock to top it all of. And yet, she was still beautiful. Her hair was all gone; I helped her shave it off the night before the trip to the hospital. We both cried the entire time. Shaving her head was like a reality check for me, to tell me, 'well Scottie, here is your highschool sweetheart. Enjoy her while she lasts.' And yet, two months later, here she is... alive. Not dead. I must be the luckiest man alive...

...

They wouldn't let me see her. They had a thin white sheet over her, as they removed the lifesupport I.Vs and such from her body. I could've sworn I saw her breathing. I hardly noticed the tears; they were of little importance. I sat next to her body for hours, holding her hand. It looked like she was sleeping; her eyes closed, her mouth open half-way... all she needed to do now was snore. There had to be some good from this; some way to look at this and say, "it could be worse". But it can't. It cannot in any way be worse. I guess I had it coming to me, though. I can't always be the luckiest man alive...

...

fin.

This is beautiful and made me cry. I lost a young aunt to cancer this year and it was a pretty rough time for our family, so I could very much identify with this.

[TigressJaguiar]

Jessie's thoughts of Arthur:
"Oh... Him. I couldn't care less. He's all that, apparently. Why does the world need to revolve around him? I don't even know what girls see in him. Sure, he has hair smoother and shinier then a spotless tabletop. What does that make him?"

Arthur's Thoughts of Jessie:
"She's pure beautiful, but she has no faith in me."
Story? I have an idea for a story.

yes!

[Inatae]

Ralph && Jack


Piggy && Roger && Simon


Sam && Eric

Kudos to you if you get the reference.

[Herdier]

The Litte Prince and his Rose

Then one morning, exactly at sunrise, she suddenly showed herself.

And, after working with all this painstaking precision, she yawned and said:

"Ah! I am scarcely awake. I beg that you will excuse me. My petals are still all disarranged . . ."

But the little prince could not restrain his admiration:

"Oh! How beautiful you are!"

Excerpt from "The LIttle Prince" ^^.

Luffles!
Ah, the rose is amazing. I love The Little Prince(as you know)

Thanks !