Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[faraday]

Listen to this song whne reading; it gives it a totally different effect. Otherwise, the story isn't as good.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a-cO2zesBNc

Oy geez the tears. I thought it was going to be a song with words, which i hate to listen to as i read if i don't know the song already but then it was that...and the music box...and *sniffles*

I'm glad you liked it, I put alot of heart into writing that. :')

[micah]

I came to win, to fight, to conquer, to thrive

I came to win, to survive, to prosper, to rise

To fly

To fly


"You'll be safe here," it's voice was low and its appearance inky. "T-They can't get you here, they can't... Can't get you..."

[Lennie]

*throws random story out at you all*


Him ~ Me ~ Her

He sits in a chair in front of a television. He has a game controller in his hands. He's playing Call of Duty. Not surprising.

I sit on his bed. I play stupid games on my iPod like I always do when we're in his bedroom. He's not fun to talk to when he's gaming, and I'm bad at Call of Duty, so I resort to my iPod, something I now always carry on me for occasions like this.

"So.... she won't even give me a chance?" he asked. I sighed; I thought we were through with this.

"No. She's already told me that she will never date you." I repeated. He huffed and I rolled my eyes.

"That's not fair..." he mumbled.

"You know what else isn't fair? That you won't give ME a chance! I've liked you longer! We've been friends longer! She hardly even TALKS to you! And yet she gets all your attention?! It's because of your friend, isn't it? He makes fun of you for hanging around me. That's why you're mean to me in front of him. That's why you don't talk to me in the halls. That's why you don't call me anymore. He's turned you into a jerk, and she's more popular and prettier than I am. So now I'm less than dirt to you. Is that it? Is that why you only talk to me if we're in class or if you're insulting me? Is that why you spread rumours about me? Well you know what? I'm sick of you and your twisted game. I'm leaving." I scream at him.

But I only scream it in my head.

I pat him on the shoulder instead and say with complete honesty,

"I'm sure there's someone else who feels the same way as you."

//fail

Just blowing off some steam. That's a true story, btw. xD

You know, I never felt as though things could be so similar, but I have to admit, you may have perfectly captured everything that's gone through my head lately.
Not a fail, it was perfect. Thank you for posting. ^^

Oh, late being late, but I loved your story about Coralina and Solstice as well. :]

[~Nala~]

I'm in an odd mood right now, so I'll have to warn you that this story is strange and slightly gory. xD



Solstice ~ Coralina

That was beautiful. Perfectly written. A terribly sad sorry but beaufitul non the less. Well done, well done.

[IndigoDreams]

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{The Orphan}

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{The Artist}


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I was so excited, it was my first day helping out at the orphanage. I had just decided, I would come and help the children with activities. Put some of my art talent to good use. I didn't want money or anything like that, that was null. I just wanted to see their beautiful smiles, the children and their grins as they color and paint. Their eyes lighting up at all of the gorgeous colors. The hues of blue, the shades of purple. All color in one little box. To one little boy, it meant the world. I had promised myself and my parents that I wouldn't get attached to any children. I broke that promise. That little boy was special, his eyes burned with creativity, and his step was playful and bouncy as if he was on the moon. And I must admit, we both grew attached, to the point he felt like my son. He scribbled with his crayons and brought up all of his lovely pictures, showing them to me with delight in his eyes.

I couldn't help but smile. One day he spoke up and said, "Mo- Miss, can you help me color?" His face flushing all shades of red. It broke my heart, I wish I could be his mother, watch movies, eat dinner, play games, and all other family activities. We used to sit in the big window down the hall, watching the snow fall. He hugged me, and would play with my scarf, I always wrapped my coat around him. Every night I left, he hugged me good bye and I could see in his eyes, he wanted me to stay. Not for a day, a week, or even a year. He wanted me to stay forever, To protect him, and take him away from the cold, hard floors, and the stone grey walls.He wanted me to save him from his troubles, and from the parent less cobweb filled halls of the orphanage. He never had anyone.

I came one day, and saw something that made my heart drop. Oh I know it's wrong, I know I shouldn't be upset. I saw a woman and a man signing papers, and I saw that little boy, Joshua, next to them. The worst thing was, tears were streaming down his face and when he saw me, he ran to me, wrapping his arms around me, "Take me home with y-you. Please miss, please." He sniffled, refusing to release me. I smiled gently, my broken heart spread across my eyes, as I heard him say Miss. He never called me by name, always Miss, it was his version of mother. "I c-can't." Tears streaming from by sad eyes, as the new parents came, looking concerned and slightly upset. Trying to get him to come. He ripped away from them, "Traitor!" he shouted then sprinted out the door into the harsh cold. Everybody rushed after him, the new parents, the person helping them, and me. But when we got out there he had disappeared into the freezing night and though we called and chased him, we couldn't find him. I searched for hours, even after everyone quit, I dug through the snow, my fingertips blue, and my lips purple. Before I collapsed in the snow, I barely had strength to get up but did, I slumped back to my house, going into a restless night of what I wouldn't even call sleep. That word, traitor, it burned into my enter core. It enraged me, it depressed me. I threw things, I shouted, I sat down, I cried. A constant wave of rage and depression as if I couldn't decide.

~1 year Later~

It was after that year, I got a phone call. It was from a hospital, they said a child wanted me. I thought it was a kid from the orphanage. I never would have guessed it was Joshua. I rushed to the hospital, in the emergency room, I saw him, I saw my boy. Rushing to his bed and looking into the face I hadn't seen in a year.He was pale, and slightly blue. He shivered, and chills ran up my spine, he was soaking wet. He had hypothermia, and a slight case of Pneumonia. They said he had asked for miss and they had searched for my number. That broke me, I sat in a chair and cried, waiting for him to wake up, waiting for his reassuring smile to tell me he was okay. Then his eyes fluttered open and I got the reassuring smile as he weakly looked toward me and said the single word, "Miss?"

He stayed in the hospital for another week, going through ups and downs. Sometimes they thought he would die over night. Those are the nights I would stay awake, holding his small hand and whispering to him, "Son, please live." I went ahead and signed all of the adoption papers, whispering to him all the good news. How now, he could call me mother and how I would protect him. They told me to go home for one night and when I came up to the hospital doors. I saw Joshua running up to me, and I opened my arms wide. I wrapped him in a tight hug and we sobbed , staying like that for a good hour. Finally I took him home , and we lived as mother and son.

I was finally able to wrap him in my arms.
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I retold the story, to a nurse who had asked. She nods and smiles down at Joshua in his hospital bed before leaving the room.
Once again I held his hand and whisper for him to live.

[H o w l i n g]

I'm in an odd mood right now, so I'll have to warn you that this story is strange and slightly gory. xD



Solstice ~ Coralina

I believe that is the first story on this website to make me cry. It's so touching and beautiful...Nothing much more could be said.

[faraday]

It didn't seem possible for my world to have turned into this. This.... this hellhole. This place was not amber waves of grain, it was not your land, not my land. It was a barren wasteland. Vines crawled up the sides of buildings; I counted the days until the vines reached the top of the Empire State Building; soon, I presumed. Blood and shattered glass littered the sidewalks, and not much better littered the streets.

Bodies. Most were torn apart, by Them. They craved human blood, human flesh, human brains. They were like zombies, really. But worse. They look like us, walk like us, talk like us. But They have one thing that seperates Them from us. Bloodlust. They were hungry as hell, that's for sure. Once They started, They didn't stop. It didn't matter who They ate; I've seen terrible things. Things I wish I had never seen. A mother eating her son, a granddaughter eating her grandfather; it seems disgusting to us, but to Them it is nothing but dinner. Most t.v. channels are blank, now. Nothing but static. No more Spongebob, no more American Idol. Just the same display of colorless static. The internet works, though. But Yahoo is never updated with new news, there are no new Youtube videos, unless they're desperate pleas of help from people trapped, hiding from Them.

After a few weeks of feasting, They begin to decay, and take on the traditional 'zombie' look. They do not moan, They do not crawl, but They do smell. They have the same intelectual ability as any other person, which makes it even worse. Before the Invasion, nobody would have thought about a zombie outsmarting you. I didn't think it was possible; which was exactly the mistake I made.



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I was going to make it longer, except I figured it would be better if I kept it vague. c: It gives you more room to fill with your imagination! I hope you enjoy~

[Zeee]

It didn't seem possible for my world to have turned into this. This.... this hellhole. This place was not amber waves of grain, it was not your land, not my land. It was a barren wasteland. Vines crawled up the sides of buildings; I counted the days until the vines reached the top of the Empire State Building; soon, I presumed. Blood and shattered glass littered the sidewalks, and not much better littered the streets.

Bodies. Most were torn apart, by Them. They craved human blood, human flesh, human brains. They were like zombies, really. But worse. They look like us, walk like us, talk like us. But They have one thing that seperates Them from us. Bloodlust. They were hungry as hell, that's for sure. Once They started, They didn't stop. It didn't matter who They ate; I've seen terrible things. Things I wish I had never seen. A mother eating her son, a granddaughter eating her grandfather; it seems disgusting to us, but to Them it is nothing but dinner. Most t.v. channels are blank, now. Nothing but static. No more Spongebob, no more American Idol. Just the same display of colorless static. The internet works, though. But Yahoo is never updated with new news, there are no new Youtube videos, unless they're desperate pleas of help from people trapped, hiding from Them.

After a few weeks of feasting, They begin to decay, and take on the traditional 'zombie' look. They do not moan, They do not crawl, but They do smell. They have the same intelectual ability as any other person, which makes it even worse. Before the Invasion, nobody would have thought about a zombie outsmarting you. I didn't think it was possible; which was exactly the mistake I made.



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I was going to make it longer, except I figured it would be better if I kept it vague. c: It gives you more room to fill with your imagination! I hope you enjoy~

That. Was. Amazing.
A treat to read, honestly, I absolutely adored this. Aswell as your last pair.

You need to give me your secret. Really, you do. *grabby hands*

that story made me think of something i saw on an avatar once...
ZOMBIE. EAT FLESH.
xD

[ser]

Rosemary ♀ - - - - - - - - - - Forest ♂

' You are a princess...in my eyes... '

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" This isn't right...."

Her creamy pink eyes filled with tears, as she slammed her paws against the cold marble bench. Her muzzle was lifted by the young pup's paws, he brought her close to his face.

" This is right. I know it...I can...I can just tell."
" How?! How do you know this is right? It goes against everything! Why can't you just be with the Princess? Why have you fallen with a common pup like me? What do I have? "
She was distressed, and breathed hard in between harsh sobs. It felt like a knife to his heart, and he struggled not to crumble, only clenching her paws tighter.

" You have the soul..you have the personality, and the looks, the natural beauty. You don't need the diamonds and the glitz to look beautiful and graceful. You don't need the royal blood-line to make you important. You are more then some pretty pup trying to get the riches and romance.... it's..it's everything about your Rosaline..."
His voice was filled with determination, as he held her close.

The air grew silent, the birds ceased to sing, and the world became still, the two were only left to gaze into eachother's endearing eyes.

Rosaline's breath fell, and she took one deep breath, her stare entrapped in his rolling green eyes.

" Where is it right? Tell me Forest, where is it right for this love to go on?"

She murmured, holding her head low, her cold breath fogging up the marble, as she stared into her empty reflection.

Forest embraced the petite white pup, and brought themselves muzzle to muzzle. He leaned forward, and whispered in her ear.

" Its right... in my heart. And truly, you are a princess in my eyes. "

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{ Yes, cheesy I know.. and it was a lot longer, but I decided to cut to the chase. }

[Lennie]

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lorraine { ♀ } - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - { ♂ } mark

"life isn't fair, but then again, it's wrong to expect that it would be. But then again, love friendship isn't fair either."

"You're leaving."
My voice was emotionless, my statement lacked a question, but inside I was screaming, shouting that this was wrong. I should have been the first to know, I was the one that I wished he would have apologized too first. He was supposed to care, but then again I was at fault. I hadn't learned from the long years that were spent with him, and maybe I'd hoped that he would change, but then again he wasn't going to change. Least of all for me.

"Look, I know it's a surprise, but it's only for a short while, you'll see me around anyways."
I shook my head a tad as I stood, my arms crossed as they often were, a lack of emotion held in my eyes. "No, it's actually not a surprise. Considering I heard it ahead of time from Johnathon."
Now it was his turn to be surprised.
"You mean that son of a-"
"Don't even Mark, just stop talking."
His expression dropped again as he dropped the last set of his clothes into the large suitcase. Dropping the lid, he glanced at me, his familiar eyes making my heart sink a little deeper than he'd already made it fall.
"Look, I just... I just want you to be safe."
He smiled softly, shaking his head a tad. "Look, I'll only be at sea for three to six months, and I'll be back for at least a year. I mean, it's not too long."
I smirked faintly, adjusting my scarf a tad. "I just, don't think you understand."

"Lo, please, don't do this-"
"I want you to be safe, okay? If nothing else, I just want you to promise me you'll be alright."
He paused for a moment, nodding a tad.

I turned, heading out the door to find his hand catching mine before turning me back around to face him. "Lo, I really need you to just trust me. I'll be back soon, and can you promise me that you'll be the first face I see smiling at me when I get back?"
I smiled faintly as I leaned forward, gently kissing his cheek before pulling my hand away from his.
"I just don't think I could wait for you any longer."