Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[znu]

Yayz!
breeze <#3 (( broken heart)) Sky

Sky and Breeze were taking a stroll in the sky.
"What beautiful clouds we have today...." Breeze said
"Of course.." Sky said shyly.
"I think it's wonderful for you to be the prince... And I'm the gaurd..." Breeze said.
"Yeah..." Ever since there were little they had been best friends.
"I'm bored..." Breeze said sighing.
"Then let's race up to the sky! The highest first wins!" Sky said happily.
"Ok-" Breeze said but cutted off.
Breeze flew so high that she passed Sky quickly enough for him to blink.
But then she passed the clouds....
"Breeze!Breeze!" He can't see her in the clouds.
"BREEZE!" Sky said but no reply...
Then he saw breeze falling down.
She passed the breathing border!
"He quickly lunged at her finally catching her.
But! " My wings can't move....!!!!" Sky said frightfully
Breeze did not twitch.
Then they fell to the ground.
"My wings!"Sky cried. They were broken.
Then he snapped out and heard a violent cough.
Then he heard it again.
"Breeze!" Sky yelled.
She laid flat on the ground.
Her wings dissapeared...
Her markings did not glow anymore....
" B-r-e-e-z-e?" He said his eyes flowling with tears.
His wings .... Breeze was gone... He did not care he did not have wings. He did not want to disgraced breeze....
When they found him..He was brought back to the kindome and never saw breeze again....

:clap:

Aww thanks You know how much this means to me?

XXX
Running, through the thick nightitme fog, was one of many dogs. His eyes burnt from the water falling down in thick sheets. His legs begged for him to run, yet his brain was slowing him down. "Keep going" he whispered to himself up. It was like a perfet picture. This robber, William, was running for his life from thirteen cursed armors sent by the king.
Then it happened.
A hand reached out from a thin, thin alley. It was a kind paw, one William had never thought he'd see given out to him. The girl hiding in the shadows left the hand there, knowing perfectly she was helping a robber. Will slithered through the alley and into what he'd never find himself in normally. A dress-making shop.
(Continue? ^ ^)

Continue Now! I make you by the wraith of my iron FIST (( Just kidding continue...))
Shizan <3 Tsuki((Twin nature love))

Tsuki: ahhh...
Shizan:Why the sky blue?
Tsuki:And why is the trees green?
Shizan:Why is there sound?
Tsuki : I don't know.
Shizan: The world know.
Tsuki:Why am I alive?
Shizan :And the evil and darkness in this world.
Tsuki: The music.. Echoing....
Shizan:Ahhh.....
Tsuki:Why that I am alive when there death?
Shizan:The leaves fall.
Tsuki:Trapped in ..In...In my little circle...
Shizan and Tsuki: I want freedom now!
Shizan and Tsuki: The ocean passes...
Tsuki: Why?...
Shizan:Why?
Both:Why....?
Shizan:Because there's a point in life!
Tsuki:Throw in my books in the air!
Shizan:Howl happily...
Both:How?How?
Shizan:This is so happy?
((Why is the point of this?))
Tsuki:Because...
(there's a point....)
((Why is there a life?))
Shizan:I know I know now!
Tsuki:Because..
Shizan:I unde-stand..
Both:Because (because)
Both:Cause.. I understand!
Both speak :Because......
There's a-a-a- ....
A new point in life!
Skipping..
Happily!
Joy burst my laughter !
Pretty music...
( there's a point!)
Because....
joy..happieness...
((Because ..Because...))

Continue my sing/poams?
EDIT:
Greenleaf < (crush) ((Forbidden love...))Midnigh

Greenleaf: Ding dong ding...
Midnight: There is whisper...
Greenleaf: Creeping by..
Midnight: Sighing..
Greenleaf: All alone..
Midnight: Battle in my heart...
Greenleaf: Loved or destiny?
Midnight: Creeping..
Greenleaf: I'm alone....
Midnight: All by self..
Greenleaf: Nothing..
Midnight: Broken heart..
Greenleaf: Nothing to love...
Midnight: Battle in my heart turning war....
Greenleaf: A-lone.....
Midnight: ( (See.. Heart broken..))
Greenleaf: Nothing...
Midnight: War in my heart..
Greenleaf: Brain useless.
Both: It's about love for us....
Greenleaf: Nothing..
Midnight: Whispering..
Greenleaf: Love...
Midnight: See?
Greenleaf: Not aloud....
Midnight: Alone....
Green leaf: Sigh.. Crying..
Midnight.: in pain...
Greenleaf: Crystals versus roses..
Midnight: Crystals are sharp better not touch....
Greenleaf: (Whispering.. Crying...)) There's no such thing..
Midnight: About the darkness...
Greanleaf: There's void...
Midnight: But only in my heart....

Continue my sing/poams?

[Selcouth]

I'm, um... Trying to write more girls.
I don't think I'm doing it right. 8D"""

Blahhh, this is just a filler thing I wrote to try and wake my sleeping muse. Not my best, I'm sorry. ^^;

x-x-x-x
You did not expect to die this way.

You were prepared for something like a deathly illness, for getting incurable cancer, for a car crash or a natural disaster or, though you were simply kidding around at the time, the end of the world or a full-scale zombie attack.
Perhaps those last few weren't so off the mark, though. Perhaps you weren't as prepared as you thought, and all of your plans fell apart and crumbled because you didn't account on knowing your attackers beforehand, albeit so discreetly. But here you lay, broken and bleeding and helpless, while the city around you burns and the piles of the dead keep getting higher.
The smell of sulfur stings your nose and your throat and your lungs, but you're dying, so you don't really care. Maybe in the past, you would've worried about inhaling the foul smog; but at the moment you simply could not care less. You are missing most of your torso. It feels odd knowing that it's inside of some creature right now. If you looked down, you could see your rib cage bare and exposed, gathering up dirt as you lay there in the streets.

You feel bored. You wonder when you're going to die.
But then... Then you see a familiar sight. Your vision is mostly shot, with black splatters around the edges, but one thing remains clear. One figure in the firelight, perched atop a flaming car with all the nonchalance in the world, gleaming black and white and red all over. She is made of sharp angles and sharper colours, her long bone fingers holding someone's hand as she feasts, red blood on white marrow. Her teeth are alarmingly sharp. She is beautiful.

You smile when you see her, and she smiles back; you don't blame her for what has happened. After all, you already knew what the outcome would be. When you saw what the mad prophets saw, heard the voices of a thousand angels, you knew how this would turn out. It's not her fault. It was simply time to start again.

Breathing shallow breaths of poison air, you croak to her, “Mary, Mary... How does your garden grow?” A familiar rhyme to your ears. There is blood in your throat and mouth, though you hesitate to spit it out, because then you might never stop.

The skin around her blank, black eyes crinkles up when she smiles. She leaps from the car like a spider, crouching back up when she hits the ground, all knees and elbows and too-long, too-thin limbs. She keeps the hand daintily held in her mouth.
“With silver bells,” she sings, her voice like a blender sifting through sand, “and cockle ssshells.”

She rests her foot on a skull as she walks towards you. You see that she's lost some feathers. Her wings are hardly the picture of beauty and grace you once saw- but you suppose that even angels have to get a little dirty when tilling the soil. “And pretty maids all in a row.”

Snap, goes the skull. She advances.

“That is how your garden grows,” you whisper, choking on your own blood. She crouches before you, and everything is painted orange and red with the raging inferno. “So this is what we've all been... Waiting for? This is our rapture?”

Her eyes are not unkind as they look upon you, and she presses one thin finger to your lips, silently urging you not to speak. You comply. She explains. “There is no rapture. There never was and there never will be- we are simply readying the garden for our next crops. You were a good lot. The next will be better.”

“Was that all that we were? All those years... All of our history and effort, was simply to feed-”

“You should not speak so much,” she says, sounding concerned. Her ashen face is stained with so much blood. “This is all just- jussst part of life. Our life. Imagine what we'll create next, if we created you from those animals.”

“Dinosaurs,” you remind her, simply out of habit, and she grins with raptor teeth.

“Dinosaurs. I wonder what the next ones will be like. We learned a lot from you humanss.”

The streets are silent, or as silent as they can be. There are no more cars racing about or police sirens, helicopters or screams. Everyone knows it's useless- and the screamers were the first to go, anyway. Above the city, night slowly gives way to dawn.

Your angel offers the hand to you. It's mangled and looks like the remains of a shark attack.
“You wouldn't want to stick around for Genesis anyway. It'sss boring.”

“I would like you to kill me, please,” you ask her. Her expression never changes. “I don't have much longer and I'd rather not die choking on my own bodily fluids, so if you please...?”

She nods, though she's not smiling now, and sits directly on your back with one hand over your heart. Her bones clink when they touch yours- both are sticky with red.

“I'll make you a ssserpent next time. If we have them this time around. I know you'd like that.”
You can't see her from this angle, but you know she's grinning again, her black lips drawn wide and menacing. Everything about her is angles and edges, sharp enough to cut, and you would never have it any other way. Her laugh is made of pickaxes and razor blades as she caresses your heart.

“'Night, temptation,” is the last thing you hear, your angel's mouth pressed delicately to your ear.
It was not how you expected to die.
But you had few complaints, in the end.

[ubiquitous]

I'm, um... Trying to write more girls.
I don't think I'm doing it right. 8D"""

Blahhh, this is just a filler thing I wrote to try and wake my sleeping muse. Not my best, I'm sorry. ^^;

x-x-x-x
You did not expect to die this way.

You were prepared for something like a deathly illness, for getting incurable cancer, for a car crash or a natural disaster or, though you were simply kidding around at the time, the end of the world or a full-scale zombie attack.
Perhaps those last few weren't so off the mark, though. Perhaps you weren't as prepared as you thought, and all of your plans fell apart and crumbled because you didn't account on knowing your attackers beforehand, albeit so discreetly. But here you lay, broken and bleeding and helpless, while the city around you burns and the piles of the dead keep getting higher.
The smell of sulfur stings your nose and your throat and your lungs, but you're dying, so you don't really care. Maybe in the past, you would've worried about inhaling the foul smog; but at the moment you simply could not care less. You are missing most of your torso. It feels odd knowing that it's inside of some creature right now. If you looked down, you could see your rib cage bare and exposed, gathering up dirt as you lay there in the streets.

You feel bored. You wonder when you're going to die.
But then... Then you see a familiar sight. Your vision is mostly shot, with black splatters around the edges, but one thing remains clear. One figure in the firelight, perched atop a flaming car with all the nonchalance in the world, gleaming black and white and red all over. She is made of sharp angles and sharper colours, her long bone fingers holding someone's hand as she feasts, red blood on white marrow. Her teeth are alarmingly sharp. She is beautiful.

You smile when you see her, and she smiles back; you don't blame her for what has happened. After all, you already knew what the outcome would be. When you saw what the mad prophets saw, heard the voices of a thousand angels, you knew how this would turn out. It's not her fault. It was simply time to start again.

Breathing shallow breaths of poison air, you croak to her, “Mary, Mary... How does your garden grow?” A familiar rhyme to your ears. There is blood in your throat and mouth, though you hesitate to spit it out, because then you might never stop.

The skin around her blank, black eyes crinkles up when she smiles. She leaps from the car like a spider, crouching back up when she hits the ground, all knees and elbows and too-long, too-thin limbs. She keeps the hand daintily held in her mouth.
“With silver bells,” she sings, her voice like a blender sifting through sand, “and cockle ssshells.”

She rests her foot on a skull as she walks towards you. You see that she's lost some feathers. Her wings are hardly the picture of beauty and grace you once saw- but you suppose that even angels have to get a little dirty when tilling the soil. “And pretty maids all in a row.”

Snap, goes the skull. She advances.

“That is how your garden grows,” you whisper, choking on your own blood. She crouches before you, and everything is painted orange and red with the raging inferno. “So this is what we've all been... Waiting for? This is our rapture?”

Her eyes are not unkind as they look upon you, and she presses one thin finger to your lips, silently urging you not to speak. You comply. She explains. “There is no rapture. There never was and there never will be- we are simply readying the garden for our next crops. You were a good lot. The next will be better.”

“Was that all that we were? All those years... All of our history and effort, was simply to feed-”

“You should not speak so much,” she says, sounding concerned. Her ashen face is stained with so much blood. “This is all just- jussst part of life. Our life. Imagine what we'll create next, if we created you from those animals.”

“Dinosaurs,” you remind her, simply out of habit, and she grins with raptor teeth.

“Dinosaurs. I wonder what the next ones will be like. We learned a lot from you humanss.”

The streets are silent, or as silent as they can be. There are no more cars racing about or police sirens, helicopters or screams. Everyone knows it's useless- and the screamers were the first to go, anyway. Above the city, night slowly gives way to dawn.

Your angel offers the hand to you. It's mangled and looks like the remains of a shark attack.
“You wouldn't want to stick around for Genesis anyway. It'sss boring.”

“I would like you to kill me, please,” you ask her. Her expression never changes. “I don't have much longer and I'd rather not die choking on my own bodily fluids, so if you please...?”

She nods, though she's not smiling now, and sits directly on your back with one hand over your heart. Her bones clink when they touch yours- both are sticky with red.

“I'll make you a ssserpent next time. If we have them this time around. I know you'd like that.”
You can't see her from this angle, but you know she's grinning again, her black lips drawn wide and menacing. Everything about her is angles and edges, sharp enough to cut, and you would never have it any other way. Her laugh is made of pickaxes and razor blades as she caresses your heart.

“'Night, temptation,” is the last thing you hear, your angel's mouth pressed delicately to your ear.
It was not how you expected to die.
But you had few complaints, in the end.

This is just so perfect, so creepy yet brings so many questions to your mind. Selcouth, you have done it again!

[artemis5001]

I'm, um... Trying to write more girls.
I don't think I'm doing it right. 8D"""

Blahhh, this is just a filler thing I wrote to try and wake my sleeping muse. Not my best, I'm sorry. ^^;

x-x-x-x
You did not expect to die this way.

This is nothing short of amazing. As someone who reads a lot of books of that genre, you've done an amazing job and would love to read MOAR!

[Freyàh]

@;autumn shade More please! I love what you wrote so far, and I definitely want to read some more and I want to know what happens next. <3
@Selcouth And I also loved this one, too. I like reading creepy/end of the world stories, especially stories written so beautifully, like you do <3 I just... wow. One of the best I've ever read on here.

Sun | Rain

Rainy day please stay

Rain rain don't go away
The sun can come back another day
Rainy day please stay


Well now I am three thousand miles from
A rainy day with my dearest lovers

Father's dreaming of the fall
Mother covers with the shall
Brother's in the yellow hall, painting pictures on the wall
I am listening on the floor, to the sounds I used to know
Rain is falling to the ground
Praying all the hopes are found

Rain rain don't go away
The sun can come back another day
Rainy day please stay

I don't know, I really like this song and I've had this pair in my mind for a long time xD Might write a story ^^

[G.L'S]

Mark (m) and Match (f)

It all started on a Wednesday. Match had applied for the job a while ago and they called her the night before. "You got the job. Your first shift is tomorrow from 8-4," the manager told an exited Match as she jotted down extra details for her new position and her work schedule for the next month. It had been a while since she had a job and she could use the extra money for when she returned to university in the fall.

The next morning, Match had her alarm set nice and early so she would be on time for her first shift. First impressions were important to her. She got up and made herself a coffee and smiled. She was hired as a barrista at the local Starbucks so this routine seemed almost ironic now. She grabbed her keys and went out to go to work.

~*~

"And this is your station here. You'll soon get used to everyone and the workload. You're also in charge of orders for the drive-thru. Just make the coffees fast enough and good enough and you'll do great here," the manager said concluding his tour of the branch and went over to inspect the pastries. Match was a bit worried but put on a brave face and went over to take the first order.

She walked up to the cash and saw her first ever customer. He was a businessman of some sort. He stood in is suit and briefcase in hand as he looked up at the menu. Match smiled brightly to him. "Hello, amy I take your order?" she asked.

He looked at her with a happy smile. "Yes, I'd like a tall caramel machiato with soy milk."

Match smiled and finished the transaction. "Coming right up!" she piped and moved to the coffee maker to whip up his specialty coffee. She had it done and passed it to him with an intricate carmel design on the foam. "Here you are sir."

His eyebrows raised, impressed. "No one's ever made my coffee that fast," he said and sipped it. His eyes widened and he looked at her astonished, "or this good! Thank you!" he saod and dropped a bill in the tip jar before walking out.

"Thank you!" she called out to him and smiled, silently celebrating her victory.

(more?)

[faraday]

I'm, um... Trying to write more girls.
I don't think I'm doing it right. 8D"""

Blahhh, this is just a filler thing I wrote to try and wake my sleeping muse. Not my best, I'm sorry. ^^;

This story has to be my favorite, out of all of the other ones you have written. So... disturbingly beautiful.



The girl's hand gripped the wooden handle of the music box, cranking it with such care; her soft blue eyes watched knowingly as the familiar tune gushed out.
xxx

hush now, quiet now,
the night shrouds you as you sleep,
hush now, quiet now,
as angels above weep,
hush now, quiet now,
close your sleepy eyes...
hush now, quiet now,
it's time to go to sleep...

xxx
the child stopped ubruptly, her dainty hand letting go of the box, letting it clatter noisily to the floor. I pressed my hand against the glass that seperated us, my breath fogging up my view of her. And for a moment... she seemed at peace. Just for a moment, I felt as if everything was all better. That she was no longer a monster, no longer had the devil taken her as a host. But I had to remind myself of what she had doen to the other children; why she was here.

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More coming soon. Based off of this song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rfy5W8AJqIY

The lyrics are mine, no stealing please. (:

[Lovely Dreamer]

Aagh! Continue! I love it!

[Lennie]

{ sorry, trying to work off of this for something else, so again sorry for just removing this ^^ }

[artemis5001]

{{ I'm not entirely sure how many of you remember me typing a story for Tyrel, the pet in the top left corner, but he inspired me to create a new story. ^^
Actually this happens to be a continuation of it, so here's Tyrel's story. :] }

tyrel - tezio - titsuet - tinovio { ♂ }
[[ "welcome to the newfound brotherhood." ]]

we each wore a mask to within hide our face,
we each hid our emotions with a smile and a fake.
our troubles began simple, and grew over time,
and how foolish seems life when we make such mistakes...

I killed the thread. ;A;[/color][/list]

I loved it ^^ Is there more