Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Noctyrn]

xx

Hope xx Chance

She dropped the phone and burst into tears
The doctor just confirmed her fears
Her husband held it in and held her tight
Cancer don’t discriminate
or care if you’re just 38
With three kids who need you in their lives
He said, "I know that you’re afraid and I am, too
But you’ll never be alone, I promise you"

When you’re weak, I’ll be strong
When you let go, I’ll hold on
When you need to cry, I swear that I’ll be there to dry your eyes
When you feel lost and scared to death,
Like you can’t take one more step
Just take my hand, together we can do it
I’m gonna love you through it.

~ Love You Through It, Martina McBride.

Story? c:

I guess I'll continue, anyway...

I let it fall, my heart,
And as it fell you rose to claim it
It was dark and I was over
Until you kissed my lips and you saved me

It's almost over. I'm almost out of time.
Will it work? Will they save me?

My hands, they're strong
But my knees were far too weak
To stand in your arms
Without falling to your feet

She's gone. She's almost gone..
I'm crossing everything I have to make sure she won't leave me. Leave us.

But I set fire to the rain,
Watched it pour as I touched your face,
Well, it burned while I cried
'Cause I heard it screaming out your name, your name!

"Chance," She had croaked out. I stood by her bedside, refusing to leave her despite countless warning from the nurses.
"It's okay, it's okay," I whispered, planting a kiss on her hand. She gripped mine tightly, the only thing left to hold onto. Hope was almost gone, both of them. The sound of the phone ringing almost made me jump, but I didn't want to upset her.
"I'm going to leave you now, okay?" I say quietly, the words barely coming out of my lips. I saw the distraught look on her face; pain, worry, being left behind, and I quickly added, "It will only be for a couple of moments."
I hesitantly wrap my fingers around the phone, bracing for the worst when I hit "talk". A monotone voice immediately fills me ears. No greeting, no nothing.
"Unfortunately-" I bite my lip. Hard. "The surgery was unsuccessful. I'm afraid Hope only has about a couple hours left to live, at most."
Tears stream out of my eyes. It's been the first time in years, five, maybe, since that's happened.
"I'm terribly sorry, sir. We've done all we can to help her. It's time to put her out of her suffering."
My trembling hand barely puts enough pressure on the "end" button.

When I lay with you
I could stay there
Close my eyes
Feel you here forever
You and me together
Nothing is better

"Chance," Hope whispers. "Who was that?"
I turn around and a horrified look plants on her face as she sees me tears. I slam the phone down on the table and burry my face into my hands.
"Chance?" Her voice cracks. Her weakened, painful, worried voice. These are the last hours she'll have, I don't want her to spend it crying. I don't want her to see my upset.
Drying the tears out of my eyes, I had no sadness inside of me left. Just worry, loneliness, and emptiness. I slowly trudge over Hope, resting both of my hands on her frail face. She takes a deep breath.
"I'm going to die, aren't I?"

Sometimes I wake up by the door,
That heart you caught must be waiting for you
Even now when we're already over
I can't help myself from looking for you.

"Honey, honey, it's going to be okay. You'll be in a better place. No more suffering," It comes out as a harsh whisper, barely being heard.
"The kids-" Tears fill her eyes as I cut her off.
"They'll be fine, too," I quickly try to reassure her. "They've got seven aunts and thirteen cousins. How could they get bored?"
A rare, fragile smile forms on her face. "Chance?"
"Yes, honey?
She bit her trembling lip slightly, her heart monitor beeping a little slower. "Can I be with my family? My kids?"
Sharp pain stabbed me in the heart, though my automatic response was, "Of course, honey, whatever you want." I brush her hair out of her face and whisper, "I love you, Hope. I always have."
Her smile broadens. "I love you, Chance. Always will. From the moon-"
"-and back," I finish. I hesitantly let go of her hand and walk out of the room. It was like stepping on knives, but I had to do it. Her family frantically hustles into the hospital room.
After about twenty minutes, I start to shake. I breathe in and out, trying to keep calm as best as I could. The loud beeping of her breathing monitor starts to quicken the pace. A little shriek came out from my little Molly as the doctors pushed the rest of Hope's family out of the door.
I can't take it anymore.

Sometimes I wake up by the door,
That heart you caught must be waiting for you
Even now when we're already over
I can't help myself from looking for you.

I burst into the room and scream with all of my might, "HOPE!" Doctors and nurses immediately rush to my side and grasp my shoulders, trying their best to shove me out of the room. I won't stop screaming.
"HOPE!"
I struggle and struggle as they pull me away from my one and only love. Then the sickening silence comes.
No heart monitor. No breathing monitor. She's gone.
I won't stop screaming. I will never stop screaming until I can hear her lovely, sweet voice again.

I must say, like the last comment made on this story, it brought me to tears. Beautifully written Aersai, i would love to hear more of your stories. :3

I agree, the last line is very powerful, I love it <33

[cass.]

This is what you have done! I want to scream at the students around me. I want to punish them, I want to hate them for what they did. They did unknowingly, unthinkingly. But they still did it.
Maybe I should start at the beginning.
We were best friends, me and her. The sporty, cute but unpopular boy and the clever, attractive girl. Neither of us were popular, though we could easily have been. We kept to ourselves, in the library or in town, and had fun. We'd sometimes go up onto the fields, and she'd read while I chased the fat, fluffy sheep. We'd laugh and hug, and cry and sob when something went wrong: not that it ever did, of course.
Then, shyly and hesitantly, I asked her out. She said yes, grinning. We both smiled. The school fit to know, eventually, as it always does. She was teased humiliated. I was sneered at, for dating her.
We were fine as friends, but apparently dating was out of the question.
I bowed down, she fought back. They hit her even harder with text messages, stealing her stuff and ruining her clothes.
Then, one day, the eve of our birthday [we shared the same date], she died.
It was an overdose, the doctors said. An accident, that's all. Could've happened to anyone. But it didn't, did it? It happened to her, my sweet beautiful gentle love. And now she's gone; we are at her funeral, the whole school, silent and mourning.
I walk home, and take out some pills. I shake the bottle. Half full, almost.
I may not be able to bring her back, but I can sure take myself up to her.

[vee.]

Wow, I'm glad I logged on to check on things just now-- this is a gloriously powerful story, Banjo. Very current and all too real. It sends a strong message, and maybe everyone who reads this will think twice about how they've been treating other people lately. Well done ♥

[kartharon]

Aww, beautiful job.

[vvoland]

Pet's name: Shadows
Adopt virtual pets at Chicken Smoothie!

Pet's name: Rainbows
Adopt virtual pets at Chicken Smoothie!

<3

My life story was mostly told in shades of
Gray
That was until I met her
The girl who sees the world in
Rainbow Hues

(Idk, random snippet of random inspiration. Anyone interested in a story?)

<3

[.Coyote]

They don't really have names yet, because I can't think of good ones. But the one on the left is trying to surprise his girl with a nice normal evening. He is the leader of a street gang and usually goes around wearing a mask and looking all 'large and in charge'. He has never taken her out anywhere before because he doesn't want other gangs to find out that he is seeing anyone and kill her. But she has been wanting to go places with him, to show him off to her friends and be able to spend much more time with him than his crazy life allows. I have been thinking about writing it out, but I just don't know where to begin.

[Zeee]

[the first talky part is from somewhere, i just can't remember where]


keene xx alexis

loved you once,


love you still.


always have,


always will.

[thebluberry.]

Katniss Everdeen
Hunger Games Fanfic

I stealthily padded through the woods in search of a squirrel. I was desperately hungry and probably in need of water too. I had done it, run away with Gale, but he had abandoned me. Gone. Left with another girl. She came from the capital. The stupid red-headed girl had stolen my Gale from me. Lost in thought I stepped on a twig, scaring any prey in slight. With a sigh I padded over to a tree and sat down. I needed to do something, or my thoughts would overwhelm me. Gale, why did you leave me

I slowly got up and continued my quest for a squirrel. As I looked around I came across a few snares with a rabbit, and a squirrel in them. Barely enough for dinner. Now that I had my squirrel I headed back to my little home. It was deep within the forest where the capitol would never find me. My humble home was really just a tree house made out of wood cut by none other than, you guessed it, me. I climbed up it and went over to my fireplace. I put my catch on a spit and lit the fire. Next, I set out to find some water. I hopped out of my house and headed towards my stream. As I arrived I heard giggling. I looked around and saw the one person I never wanted to see again in my life. There sat Gale looking sad on the riverbank, but still making the girl laugh.

Gale XXX Callum

He saw me before I could do anything, I couldn't face him so I turned and ran back towards my house. Just as I turned I heard him call my name. Tears streaked down my face and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't make them stop. I continued to run until my own tears blocked my sight. In my state I tripped over a stray branch, and came back up with blood pouring down my knees. I wiped my eyes and stumbled all the way back to my tree. I slowly climbed it and tried to calm down as I found a rag to soak up the blood from my knees. I heard him calling my name again and knew I had to be quiet, but the closer he came the more uncontrollable my sobbing became. He finally found my tree and stopped below it. "Katnip?" he called. "Go away," I managed in a whisper. He seemed to have heard me because he said, "Please let me come up." I let out a small sob before saying, "No, you broke me," it sounded rather meek, but seemed to do the job. Suddenly I understood what the emotion on his face was at the stream, it was regret, not sadness. Regret, because that was the same place he used to sit with me.

@Isa&Iki <3- That's a great idea. Maybe I'll make just a story thread and put all of my stories there.

"Gale?" I ventured. "Yes," he replied with hurt in his voice. When I heard her come up behind him I suddenly lost any longing I might have had for him. I decided to stay quiet as she said, "Gale, why'd you run away?" I almost gagged, it was the kind of voice that was very high pitched and made you think of some little girl who wants something so badly she resorts to batting her eyelashes excessively. I could picture her down there, Callum, the girl who ruined my life. I hated her with a passion. Gale didn't reply so she whined, Galey Waley, can we go home? I'm tired," Unexpectedly Gale glared at her, "No, you go home and leave me alone. I can't take anymore of your high pitched voice, and your whining. I only left with you in the first place because seemed nice, and because I pitied you," his voice was steady, but definitely had an edge to it. After she scampered off crying he called, Katnip? Please let me come up." I peeked my head out of my tree, and nodded my head. I watched as he climbed up. As he came in I was still numb from what I had just heard. I watched him move around me with confused emotions in his eyes. Finally, coming out of my daze I threw myself into his arms.

Dun dun dun...

[kartharon]

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She's my best kept secret
My internet girl
She's my one and only
And I ain't tellin' the world
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She's my best kept secret
Hooked up all night with that girl
She's my one and only, my internet girl
My internet girl.

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Good morning Ricky. How may I help you today?
"Good morning Skyvi. Umm, how about the weather for this afternoon? Mom is supposed to take me out to look for apartments."
Here's the weather for today. Why are you looking for apartments?
Glancing over the weather for the next few days, Rick wasn't that surprised when Skyvi replied back to him. She was just a regular old Siri app he had installed on his phone, but then she built up her own personality and would reply to his questions with her own questions, and she seemed to actually listen to his replies. Then, he ended up giving her a name. Skyvi. She said she found it insulting because it was the name of a wanna-be Siri app, but it stuck. Then she started began calling him Ricky and it all went downhill.
"This house just isn't what it used to be. Rayna wants it back and I'm not going to stop her. If I don't give it back to her, heck knows what she'll do to me."
I don't get why she treats you like that. She doesn't have any reason to.
"I know, I know. But I just have to keep her happy, or else I'm going to get the cops called on my ass again."
Rolling his eyes at the memory of the months before, he remember Rayna furiously screaming at him when he wouldn't do what she wanted.
Rayna was his current ex-girlfriend, but sometimes, she refused to accept that fact. After she went somewhat crazy, Rick broke up with her, and she got even worse, demanding that he give her his car, and now, his house. He managed to keep his car, even after the cops were called with their fighting and Rayna tried to convince him that it was her car that he had stolen.
Even though it was his.
Whatever.
Well she needs to stop bothering you and accept the fact that you two are broken up. She acts like you're her slave.
"Far from it, hun. Far from it."

My Internet Girl (c) Aaron Carter

What do you guys think? Should I keep going? I probably will anyways, I was just curious for some feedback.

Shaking my head, I glanced down at my phone when it began beeping eratically, tilting my head in confusion. Finally, a picture popped up on the screen I had been dreading. Skyvi instantly began speaking, her mechanical voice tinted with disgust. Once again, the personality that had developed in her system in my phone had changed even the unemotional mechanical voice.
Incoming call, your nasty ex-girlfriend Rayna.
Smirking, I regretfully pressed the answer call button, but before I could bring it up to my ear, the speaker button was activated, and Rayna's voice instantly filled the air. Skyvi had somewhat of a control over my phone, and I didn't mind when she did small things like this.
"Are you out of the house yet?"
Her voice was somewhat calm, a surprise when she talked to me, but I knew it wouldn't last long. Sighing, I opened my mouth to speak, but I was interrupted by her voice once again.
"Well?! Are you out of the damn house or not?!"
"I'm looking at apartments today, I'll be out by tomorrow."
"What the hell?! You need to be out by tonight or all your stuff is out and the cops are coming with me! Got it?!"
Instantly, my ears went red hot and I opened my mouth to yell right back, but Skyvi's voice once again replaced her voice disconnected.
"Call disconnected."
Then, the next part was almost hesitant, as if she could feel emotion, and I swear I detected some sympathy.
"Ricky... Are you alright?"
A defeated sigh escaping my lips, I got up, walking over to one of my only packed boxes and looked around the room with exhaustion at everything I still had to pack.
"Text mom and tell her to rescheduele for tomorrow."
Before he turned around and got to work, he dropped his head and added, "Oh, and, no, no I'm not fine."

@Gale+Katniss: Let me know if you do! I'd love to read the stories on there. I have one of my own threadhere.But it's just more for my couples than anything. I had a stories thread, but it didn't quite work out.

[thricewire]

need more practice



the one who ruined his own life x the one who isn't dead

Sure, sure, just another cliche. We fall in love, the end. But this has a little twist...


There's a happy end. But the beginning is sour... He was a musician, I a painter. We never knew anything could be so bittersweet as one we loved dying... And in the end, that was brought us together, and what tore my heart apart and mended it again. He's not what I thought he was, and I, well, I'm the fake, hiding under my mask. And my heart has been broken, many times, by a simple curse. I fall for a boy, any boy, and when they find out, they inevitably leave me. But you know, it's not because they hate me...

It's because they think I'm dead. I never got the courage to show my face to them again.

I ran away, tears pouring down my face. My vision was dazzled with unhappy thoughts. How could she love a man that doesn't love himself? How could she. And now she was to watch over me with angel's wings, never to be seen again. I didn't even get to say goodbye. Her body was never found. I hopelessly wiped my face on my arm, but the tears kept trickling down my face. I jumped in my car, turned the keys, and started to drive. I had nothing to live for, now that the only one I loved was gone. I had a horrible life even when she was alive, a girlfriend that didn't even care for me. I was only sixteen, just got my driver's license and my heart broken. My hobby in my free time was to practice on one of my many instruments.

Great. He thought I was dead. It's not fun, having to stand there when he looks so upset. But he didn't deserve this, he didn't deserve me. I wasn't better than him, he was better then me.

I arrived at my house, still clearly in tears. Mom glared at me. "Where have you been? You have no idea how worried I was! Jake, you come here right now--" She appeared to notice the state my face was in. She softened her tone immediately. "Sweetie, where were you? Why are you crying?" I tried my best to compose my voice. It was still cracked. "She's dead, Mom. She's dead. And there isn't anything I can do to say goodbye. She never even liked me." And then, I ran up the stairs, all out weeping. Mom watched me, almost helplessly. There wasn't much she could do to calm her suffering child. I was an only child, and always would be. I had no father, either. Never did, he left me on the day of my birth. Ran away.

I growled. Actually growled. I pushed him out of the way. "Rose, what are you doing?" "None of your business. I never loved you. Don't call me, don't text me,don't write to me. We're through." My blue thread necklace blew silently in the breeze as I ran, blue sneakers clattering softly. My brown hair blew, but it was hardly noticeable. I was getting away from this school. I was getting away from him. And I sure as heck wasn't going to his school.