Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[val velocity]

They were one of those strange siblings; they looked so alike, yet so different. Maybe it was the fact that the brother of the duo had dark, messy brown hair, while his sister had lucious locks of strawberry blonde.

They were always together. Never apart. They shared the same bedroom at home, were always in the same class. They even sat together and refused to move, to talk to others.

That was, until it happened.

***

I can't go into details, people. It's hard. So, so hard. But you really do want to know, don't you? I can see it in your eyes. I can see it in your body language, the way you subconciously lean forwards, how your fingers stop tapping, how you stare at me.

Fine. I'll tell you. But it isn't one of those stories that warms your heart. This is sad. More than sad, even. I don't have any words to describe it to you.

***

We were, as always, seated next to each other at the back of the science classroom. Our hands occasionally brushed as we copied down the notes from the board on Carboxylic Acids. Here's a picture if you don't know what one is.

I understood it immediately. This was organic chemistry, something I could understand. Unlike my brother. Well, I could always help him with it later, like he helped me with maths. I hated maths. Terrible subject, it was.

The lesson passed quickly, and we moved on to RE. But, as we only had one lesson ever two weeks, we hadn't sat the exam in December, and were working on a project on whatever subject we wanted. We would get a certificate at the end of the course instead of a GCSE grade. I was doing my project on torture and Extraordinary Rendition. Morbid, I know. My brother was focusing on Euthanasia. Yeah, he was morbid too.

The tapping of the keys on the keyboard was soothing and a nice chance from having to write out pages and pages with a pen until your wrist ached. Typing was so much easier and quicker. My brother loved it. He wanted a laptop for every lesson, but the school wouldn't let him.

And then we were standing outside in a patch of sunlight, chatting with a packet of crips in our hands after the school bell had gone. We were unaware.

They came up behind him, where I could see them. They were low, and there was about five or six of them. I never counted. I didn't see the need. But one wrapped his arm around my brother's neck, appling pressure so that he couldn't breath. The others began punching him while one held me back. I don't remember what I was saying, but I know that I was fighting to free myself and screaming as I saw him collaspe to the floor as they used their feet as weapons of choice. They smashed his face. Broke his ribs. Factured his skull.

Then they were gone. In the silence that followed, I ran to his side and fell over his body, weeping and still screaming. I could tell by the stillness of his body that he was gone. They'd murdered my brother, and I didn't know why.

***

At the day of the funeral, I stood by his white coffin, holding a small red tulip in my hands. He had always said that when he met the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, he would give her one. It meant undying love.

As the coffin was lowered into the ground, salty tear tracks laced my face and fell onto the ground and the tulip as Because of You played in the background.

I was alone.

;_________________________________________;
Thats the saddest thing ever.

[cass.]

They were one of those strange siblings; they looked so alike, yet so different. Maybe it was the fact that the brother of the duo had dark, messy brown hair, while his sister had lucious locks of strawberry blonde.

They were always together. Never apart. They shared the same bedroom at home, were always in the same class. They even sat together and refused to move, to talk to others.

That was, until it happened.

***

I can't go into details, people. It's hard. So, so hard. But you really do want to know, don't you? I can see it in your eyes. I can see it in your body language, the way you subconciously lean forwards, how your fingers stop tapping, how you stare at me.

Fine. I'll tell you. But it isn't one of those stories that warms your heart. This is sad. More than sad, even. I don't have any words to describe it to you.

***

We were, as always, seated next to each other at the back of the science classroom. Our hands occasionally brushed as we copied down the notes from the board on Carboxylic Acids. Here's a picture if you don't know what one is.

I understood it immediately. This was organic chemistry, something I could understand. Unlike my brother. Well, I could always help him with it later, like he helped me with maths. I hated maths. Terrible subject, it was.

The lesson passed quickly, and we moved on to RE. But, as we only had one lesson ever two weeks, we hadn't sat the exam in December, and were working on a project on whatever subject we wanted. We would get a certificate at the end of the course instead of a GCSE grade. I was doing my project on torture and Extraordinary Rendition. Morbid, I know. My brother was focusing on Euthanasia. Yeah, he was morbid too.

The tapping of the keys on the keyboard was soothing and a nice chance from having to write out pages and pages with a pen until your wrist ached. Typing was so much easier and quicker. My brother loved it. He wanted a laptop for every lesson, but the school wouldn't let him.

And then we were standing outside in a patch of sunlight, chatting with a packet of crips in our hands after the school bell had gone. We were unaware.

They came up behind him, where I could see them. They were low, and there was about five or six of them. I never counted. I didn't see the need. But one wrapped his arm around my brother's neck, appling pressure so that he couldn't breath. The others began punching him while one held me back. I don't remember what I was saying, but I know that I was fighting to free myself and screaming as I saw him collaspe to the floor as they used their feet as weapons of choice. They smashed his face. Broke his ribs. Factured his skull.

Then they were gone. In the silence that followed, I ran to his side and fell over his body, weeping and still screaming. I could tell by the stillness of his body that he was gone. They'd murdered my brother, and I didn't know why.

***

At the day of the funeral, I stood by his white coffin, holding a small red tulip in my hands. He had always said that when he met the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, he would give her one. It meant undying love.

As the coffin was lowered into the ground, salty tear tracks laced my face and fell onto the ground and the tulip as Because of You played in the background.

I was alone.

;_________________________________________;
Thats the saddest thing ever.

And so unashamedly the most beautiful <33.
I love the ending ;-; So sad...
You have real talent there! I'm crying now, but in a good way D:

[Keriae]

They were one of those strange siblings; they looked so alike, yet so different. Maybe it was the fact that the brother of the duo had dark, messy brown hair, while his sister had lucious locks of strawberry blonde.

They were always together. Never apart. They shared the same bedroom at home, were always in the same class. They even sat together and refused to move, to talk to others.

That was, until it happened.

***

I can't go into details, people. It's hard. So, so hard. But you really do want to know, don't you? I can see it in your eyes. I can see it in your body language, the way you subconciously lean forwards, how your fingers stop tapping, how you stare at me.

Fine. I'll tell you. But it isn't one of those stories that warms your heart. This is sad. More than sad, even. I don't have any words to describe it to you.

***

We were, as always, seated next to each other at the back of the science classroom. Our hands occasionally brushed as we copied down the notes from the board on Carboxylic Acids. Here's a picture if you don't know what one is.

I understood it immediately. This was organic chemistry, something I could understand. Unlike my brother. Well, I could always help him with it later, like he helped me with maths. I hated maths. Terrible subject, it was.

The lesson passed quickly, and we moved on to RE. But, as we only had one lesson ever two weeks, we hadn't sat the exam in December, and were working on a project on whatever subject we wanted. We would get a certificate at the end of the course instead of a GCSE grade. I was doing my project on torture and Extraordinary Rendition. Morbid, I know. My brother was focusing on Euthanasia. Yeah, he was morbid too.

The tapping of the keys on the keyboard was soothing and a nice chance from having to write out pages and pages with a pen until your wrist ached. Typing was so much easier and quicker. My brother loved it. He wanted a laptop for every lesson, but the school wouldn't let him.

And then we were standing outside in a patch of sunlight, chatting with a packet of crips in our hands after the school bell had gone. We were unaware.

They came up behind him, where I could see them. They were low, and there was about five or six of them. I never counted. I didn't see the need. But one wrapped his arm around my brother's neck, appling pressure so that he couldn't breath. The others began punching him while one held me back. I don't remember what I was saying, but I know that I was fighting to free myself and screaming as I saw him collaspe to the floor as they used their feet as weapons of choice. They smashed his face. Broke his ribs. Factured his skull.

Then they were gone. In the silence that followed, I ran to his side and fell over his body, weeping and still screaming. I could tell by the stillness of his body that he was gone. They'd murdered my brother, and I didn't know why.

***

At the day of the funeral, I stood by his white coffin, holding a small red tulip in my hands. He had always said that when he met the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, he would give her one. It meant undying love.

As the coffin was lowered into the ground, salty tear tracks laced my face and fell onto the ground and the tulip as Because of You played in the background.

I was alone.

;_________________________________________;
Thats the saddest thing ever.

Thank you. I was near tears when I wrote it. I got inspiration from the Sophie Lancaster story. And the fact my sister is playing sad songs in the next room.
Thank you as well, Banjo. ^.^

[black swan;;;;;]

The Warrior x The Dragon.

[Noctyrn]

Yang ♀

Yin ♂

Iron ♂

I love this so much ;A;

[vein]

They were one of those strange siblings; they looked so alike, yet so different. Maybe it was the fact that the brother of the duo had dark, messy brown hair, while his sister had lucious locks of strawberry blonde.

They were always together. Never apart. They shared the same bedroom at home, were always in the same class. They even sat together and refused to move, to talk to others.

That was, until it happened.

***

I can't go into details, people. It's hard. So, so hard. But you really do want to know, don't you? I can see it in your eyes. I can see it in your body language, the way you subconciously lean forwards, how your fingers stop tapping, how you stare at me.

Fine. I'll tell you. But it isn't one of those stories that warms your heart. This is sad. More than sad, even. I don't have any words to describe it to you.

***

We were, as always, seated next to each other at the back of the science classroom. Our hands occasionally brushed as we copied down the notes from the board on Carboxylic Acids. Here's a picture if you don't know what one is.

I understood it immediately. This was organic chemistry, something I could understand. Unlike my brother. Well, I could always help him with it later, like he helped me with maths. I hated maths. Terrible subject, it was.

The lesson passed quickly, and we moved on to RE. But, as we only had one lesson ever two weeks, we hadn't sat the exam in December, and were working on a project on whatever subject we wanted. We would get a certificate at the end of the course instead of a GCSE grade. I was doing my project on torture and Extraordinary Rendition. Morbid, I know. My brother was focusing on Euthanasia. Yeah, he was morbid too.

The tapping of the keys on the keyboard was soothing and a nice change from having to write out pages and pages with a pen until your wrist ached. Typing was so much easier and quicker. My brother loved it. He wanted a laptop for every lesson, but the school wouldn't let him.

And then we were standing outside in a patch of sunlight, chatting with a packet of crips in our hands after the school bell had gone. We were unaware.

They came up behind him, where I could see them. They were low, and there was about five or six of them. I never counted. I didn't see the need. But one wrapped his arm around my brother's neck, appling pressure so that he couldn't breath. The others began punching him while one held me back. I don't remember what I was saying, but I know that I was fighting to free myself and screaming as I saw him collaspe to the floor as they used their feet as weapons of choice. They smashed his face. Broke his ribs. Factured his skull.

Then they were gone. In the silence that followed, I ran to his side and fell over his body, weeping and still screaming. I could tell by the stillness of his body that he was gone. They'd murdered my brother, and I didn't know why.

***

At the day of the funeral, I stood by his white coffin, holding a small red tulip in my hands. He had always said that when he met the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, he would give her one. It meant undying love.

As the coffin was lowered into the ground, salty tear tracks laced my face and fell onto the ground and the tulip as Because of You played in the background.

I was alone.

That made me cry ;_;
It's so beautifully written though, great job.

[Keriae]

They were one of those strange siblings; they looked so alike, yet so different. Maybe it was the fact that the brother of the duo had dark, messy brown hair, while his sister had lucious locks of strawberry blonde.

They were always together. Never apart. They shared the same bedroom at home, were always in the same class. They even sat together and refused to move, to talk to others.

That was, until it happened.

***

I can't go into details, people. It's hard. So, so hard. But you really do want to know, don't you? I can see it in your eyes. I can see it in your body language, the way you subconciously lean forwards, how your fingers stop tapping, how you stare at me.

Fine. I'll tell you. But it isn't one of those stories that warms your heart. This is sad. More than sad, even. I don't have any words to describe it to you.

***

We were, as always, seated next to each other at the back of the science classroom. Our hands occasionally brushed as we copied down the notes from the board on Carboxylic Acids. Here's a picture if you don't know what one is.

I understood it immediately. This was organic chemistry, something I could understand. Unlike my brother. Well, I could always help him with it later, like he helped me with maths. I hated maths. Terrible subject, it was.

The lesson passed quickly, and we moved on to RE. But, as we only had one lesson ever two weeks, we hadn't sat the exam in December, and were working on a project on whatever subject we wanted. We would get a certificate at the end of the course instead of a GCSE grade. I was doing my project on torture and Extraordinary Rendition. Morbid, I know. My brother was focusing on Euthanasia. Yeah, he was morbid too.

The tapping of the keys on the keyboard was soothing and a nice change from having to write out pages and pages with a pen until your wrist ached. Typing was so much easier and quicker. My brother loved it. He wanted a laptop for every lesson, but the school wouldn't let him.

And then we were standing outside in a patch of sunlight, chatting with a packet of crips in our hands after the school bell had gone. We were unaware.

They came up behind him, where I could see them. They were low, and there was about five or six of them. I never counted. I didn't see the need. But one wrapped his arm around my brother's neck, appling pressure so that he couldn't breath. The others began punching him while one held me back. I don't remember what I was saying, but I know that I was fighting to free myself and screaming as I saw him collaspe to the floor as they used their feet as weapons of choice. They smashed his face. Broke his ribs. Factured his skull.

Then they were gone. In the silence that followed, I ran to his side and fell over his body, weeping and still screaming. I could tell by the stillness of his body that he was gone. They'd murdered my brother, and I didn't know why.

***

At the day of the funeral, I stood by his white coffin, holding a small red tulip in my hands. He had always said that when he met the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, he would give her one. It meant undying love.

As the coffin was lowered into the ground, salty tear tracks laced my face and fell onto the ground and the tulip as Because of You played in the background.

I was alone.

That made me cry ;_;
It's so beautifully written though, great job.

Thank you. I seem to have a knack for sad stories.

[gloaming]

They were one of those strange siblings; they looked so alike, yet so different. Maybe it was the fact that the brother of the duo had dark, messy brown hair, while his sister had lucious locks of strawberry blonde.

They were always together. Never apart. They shared the same bedroom at home, were always in the same class. They even sat together and refused to move, to talk to others.

That was, until it happened.

***

I can't go into details, people. It's hard. So, so hard. But you really do want to know, don't you? I can see it in your eyes. I can see it in your body language, the way you subconciously lean forwards, how your fingers stop tapping, how you stare at me.

Fine. I'll tell you. But it isn't one of those stories that warms your heart. This is sad. More than sad, even. I don't have any words to describe it to you.

***

We were, as always, seated next to each other at the back of the science classroom. Our hands occasionally brushed as we copied down the notes from the board on Carboxylic Acids. Here's a picture if you don't know what one is.

I understood it immediately. This was organic chemistry, something I could understand. Unlike my brother. Well, I could always help him with it later, like he helped me with maths. I hated maths. Terrible subject, it was.

The lesson passed quickly, and we moved on to RE. But, as we only had one lesson ever two weeks, we hadn't sat the exam in December, and were working on a project on whatever subject we wanted. We would get a certificate at the end of the course instead of a GCSE grade. I was doing my project on torture and Extraordinary Rendition. Morbid, I know. My brother was focusing on Euthanasia. Yeah, he was morbid too.

The tapping of the keys on the keyboard was soothing and a nice change from having to write out pages and pages with a pen until your wrist ached. Typing was so much easier and quicker. My brother loved it. He wanted a laptop for every lesson, but the school wouldn't let him.

And then we were standing outside in a patch of sunlight, chatting with a packet of crips in our hands after the school bell had gone. We were unaware.

They came up behind him, where I could see them. They were low, and there was about five or six of them. I never counted. I didn't see the need. But one wrapped his arm around my brother's neck, appling pressure so that he couldn't breath. The others began punching him while one held me back. I don't remember what I was saying, but I know that I was fighting to free myself and screaming as I saw him collaspe to the floor as they used their feet as weapons of choice. They smashed his face. Broke his ribs. Factured his skull.

Then they were gone. In the silence that followed, I ran to his side and fell over his body, weeping and still screaming. I could tell by the stillness of his body that he was gone. They'd murdered my brother, and I didn't know why.

***

At the day of the funeral, I stood by his white coffin, holding a small red tulip in my hands. He had always said that when he met the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, he would give her one. It meant undying love.

As the coffin was lowered into the ground, salty tear tracks laced my face and fell onto the ground and the tulip as Because of You played in the background.

I was alone.

oh my gosh I'm crying its fabulous though you did a spectacular job. Well done

[Jinhwan - LEFT]

This is Avery (F)


This is Kyro (M)

That time I looked into your eyes, I knew I would never be the same. My love for you filled my empty heart. You were everything to me. We were meant together, and you knew it. Yet, you chose to ignore my heart. You left me for the dead. My heart was broken into two. I wondered why I even loved you. You loved me, and I knew it. There was no hiding the love you had for me. If you loved me, explain why you chose her. You were perfect. We were meant together. Why did you leave me? More?

[mawsoleum]

Toshi {m}

Kcch.
She's so stupid.
She doesn't see it at all.
I see it all over.

_________________

Those words were the first to the story I was assigned for English class. That was all I had, inspiration drained from my body after fifteen words. I could have written the word 'indolent' across the paper four thousand seventy times, it would have been just as good. I had never been a very good writer, honestly. So I did what any irritated teen would do. I threw my pencils out the window, soaring the eraser down to the ground on sheets of paper. For some reason, though, I felt the need to keep those first fifteen words.

After my rage, I did what any other lonely teen would do. Throw self onto bed, bury head in pillow, turn music on loudly, check!

I don't know why I chose to write about a girl. They annoyed me, all of them seemed to be little coquettes. But it was a female voice that made my ears twirl, swiveling around to catch the sound.

" Hey, idiot! You hit me! "

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enter Boy.


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more to come if anyone wants.

I don't like this writing style much, but I'll keep at it. xD