Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Noctyrn]

@Wildmagic_warrior:

What a great concept! <33 I'd love to hear more

[honeydukes]

They met.

They helped each other.

They shared the same interests.

They live on the same street in the same city.

They found out that they both had tickets to go and see their idol's gig.

They liked marshmallows.

And, on the inside, they were both like;



I don't even know. xD

["Requiem For a Dying Song" by Flogging Molly.]

This is epic. Just... epic.

[Syra]

&
The Beauty...And the Beast

'I know we'll all hear
Different stories of Beauty and the Beast.
But, have you ever heard...

One;

One where,
The Beauty is the Beast,
And the Beast the Beauty?

One;

One where,
The first is a girl,
And the second is a girl?'

This is a bit late but I just checked this thread again and I wanted to say that this is pretty cool ^^

Reminds me of the story I've bee getting ready to write called "The Beauty of the Beast" that involves the beauty, the beast, and the "Geston" all being male and the beast being a were-wolf xD <3 You inspire me to continue that idea ^^

[Wildmagic_warrior]

[The Keeper of the Safehouse] & [The Crazed Soldier]

It started, as most things do, with a word. This particular word was small, insignificant out of context. But when spoken by an important enough person, it had huge and lasting consequences. The ripples affected everyone, big and small, young and old, idiotic and brilliant, rich and poor. The word was go.

And then the bombs began to fall. There were designated safehouses, but what good could they do when there are nine billion people on the Earth screaming and scrambling to get inside? People died. People always do. Choices were made, and chaos reined.

In the middle of the disaster, though, some people kept their heads. They began testing. People with certain skills were separated from the rest. Average people were left to die, but the special ones were rooted out and saved. Men and women with good genes were bred and the resulting offspring taken away and raised. Many of the babies were killed; the broken ones, the stupid ones, the useless ones. But some were good enough to let live, and live they did.

It was a quiet life inside the Safehouses. For six generations, humans were bred and tested and herded like cattle. It was all for the best, though; everyone knew that. There were no hidden secrets. People were told the truth about their world, even though the truth was hard to take. Their leaders had been idiots, and everyone was at fault for the disasters that had occurred. But slowly, ever so slowly, things were getting better. As soon as the air outside stopped melting the skin from people's bones, the surviving humans would be let loose and allowed to return to whatever semblance of normality remained.

However, beyond the walls of the Safehouses, beyond the knowledge of the people who lived in them- even the ones who ran them- secrets were being kept. The war was still raging on, even though whatever cause the armies were fighting for had been lost a long, long time ago.

The armies did not know this. All they knew was death. All the knew was blood and torture and madness. But this is a story best told in broad daylight, where there are no shadows for monsters to hide in. Let's go back to where it all began, to a time where monsters hid in closets and under beds and could be scared away by a simple nightlight.

[This story is going to have several parts, I think. I'm really starting to like the idea of it.]

[ringo,]

&
The Beauty...And the Beast

'I know we'll all hear
Different stories of Beauty and the Beast.
But, have you ever heard...

One;

One where,
The Beauty is the Beast,
And the Beast the Beauty?

One;

One where,
The first is a girl,
And the second is a girl?'

This is a bit late but I just checked this thread again and I wanted to say that this is pretty cool ^^

Reminds me of the story I've bee getting ready to write called "The Beauty of the Beast" that involves the beauty, the beast, and the "Geston" all being male and the beast being a were-wolf xD <3 You inspire me to continue that idea ^^

Cool ^^ And thanks, I think I'll write a story, for these two..it seems fun...

And, wildmagic_warrior- I would LOVE to hear more...that is so well written...<3

[JuneyAmy]

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Jack

[lorks]

The boy who refused to live in reality

His imgainary friend

Ben was the boy who refused reality. Reality to him, well, it really was depressing. His mum died, along with his brother, all the kids made fun of him and no one really understood his difference in the world. His therapist didn't help at all, too. Once he found out about his imgainary world.

He lived in his own paracosm, fantasy world. His world was beautiful, ranging for lush forests with mystical creatures and sunny seashores with green waves lapping at silver sand. Some darker but still happy forests contained childish monsters that he had to defeat.

Iris, his best friend, was always there for him when he was defeating monsters, enjoying the sunny silver beaches or exploring the forests. Iris had wavy light blue hair with butterfly wings, yet, she never used the wings for flight.

Ben's therapist grew worried, along with his father. They couldn't get him to snap into reality and grow up. They tried everything. Well, so they thought. Ben's commented on how drawings had a huge influence on him, also the paintings his mother used to make helped create his fantasy.

So, one day, Ben was called to his room, where his therapist said he had a suprise for him. Ben looked excited and commented how Iris would love to see the suprise. The blanket came off the canvases, revailing terrible paintings. They were depressing and horrific, depressed children screaming in their on fantasy world or their world has gone dark and bloody. Ben wanted to scream but he just ran, he ran out of his room and flopped in his bed.

He entered his world to see that everything once so colorful and beautiful has been replaced with dark forests, depressing land and vast lonely plain stretching out to nowhere. Iris came by his side, the only thing that didn't loose the beauty or happiness of the world. Ben told her everything and how he was never going to come back, and so, he left.

As Ben left her world, Iris entered his.

The end.
I dunno, I don't like this drabble very much but I hope someone enjoys it c:

[Crookedleaves Blown]

x
SampsonxDelilah

Here I lay on this table, loaded with so much poison.
I can't blame her, I can only blame myself.
My legs are stiff, I can't feel a thing. I can't see. They've punctured my body with needles and tubes.
I shouldn't have told her! Why didn't I notice the signs?
They gouged out my eyes, and took away my strength.
I'm going to die...
They're talking about me now. I lift my head quizzically.
"It's like Sampson and Delilah, those two," laughed a voice.
"Didn't think that would actually happen--and to a dog?"
"Ha, well, I'm glad his girl told us how to subdue him. Think about all the studies we've uncovered! Superbeings! Our nation will crawl up to the topand overthrow all Superpowers."
"There's only one," the other voice snapped, "America."
"Phah, America!"
They planned to used me. I clenched my teeth. I wasn't letting them do that without a fight.
"Excuse me."
That voice!
"Oh, it's Rita. Here to see your boy?" One of the voices asked.
"For the last time." there was pride in her voice. "I'm with a new dog, much more handsome. Plus, he has a owner who's rich."
"You became a great test subject back in the day," sighed the voice, "and today you've proved to be a great spy. Thank you for betraying you mate. It must be hard."
"Hard? Please! He means nothing to me!"
I BLAME HER!
A spark of light pierce my eyes. It was blinding, painful. Wait, blinding? Light? I can see! But how?
I am your eyes.
Who was that?
Sampson, I return you your strength. Reap your revenge, and come join Lupus in the everlasting cycle of stars.
I couldn't register who the voice was, but I got up. The tubes and chains that held me tightly before broke with out warning. My strength was retuning!
There were shrieks of fear. I could see them, even tough I had no eyes. Rita's face was a picture of horror.
"His strength is back!"
"Shoot him!"
I doged the bullets, and slammed myself into a pillar. It exploded into dust.
"What's he doing?"
Boom! I knocked down another pillar. The building began to rumble.
"He's burying us alive!"
People scattered, being picked off one by one as large pieces of the ceiling fell. Rita raced past me, her eyes bright with terror. My teeth sink into her shoulder. She volently twisted in my grip.
"Let go!"
"No." I threw her onto the hard floor, where she laid stunned. The building was collasping around us. There was no escape.
"We're like Sampson and Delilah. We shall die together."

[Wildmagic_warrior]

[Frank Graves] && [The Metropolis]

Before the world ended, humans were a relatively peaceful species. They had always had a fondness for killing, of course, and chaos, but with the help of the police this violent nature was kept in check. Governments ruled their countries with iron fists, meeting once a year to decide the fate of the human race for the next three hundred and sixty five days. The system worked, you know. Not like in books and movies, where some idiot ruins everything by rebelling against a perfectly functional society.

The United States had stopped having presidents after four of them were assassinated in a row. Canada, Mexico, and the US had combined their land to create the North American Continental Republic, and it was led by a panel composed of six people. They were chosen through very specific tests, wherein possible candidates were checked for basic literacy, math and science skills, and problem-solving. They were also tested to see how well they could make things up on the spot, since improvisation is half of politics. The panel members ruled until they either died or resigned, and then the tests would begin to find a replacement. The majority of the panel was comprised of women. Things in the NACR ran very smoothly.

Because the seas had risen, the city known as New York was now almost completely underwater. The upraised arm of the Statue of Liberty still held the torch aloft, but it had been a long time since it represented anything important. The idea of immigration was strange, to say the least. The thought that people might want to willingly leave their own society and go somewhere else was downright crazy.

Nearby the waterlogged ruins of the old metropolis, a new city arose. It was named after a god from the old ways; the one who could fly, see through solid objects, shoot lasers from his eyes, and repel bullets. He was called Clark Kent, and thus the new metropolis was named Kent City.

The chief of police in Kent City was a man named Frank Graves. He was a a lanky pessimist, and his hair was already turning gray even though he hadn't even reached his fiftieth birthday. The man also had flat feet, which is why his name was never submitted for the draft. His younger brother went, though, as well as two of his nieces and an older cousin.

Everyone knew about the war. It might have been far away, but everyone knew about it. Armies from all over were marching, or flying, or sailing to get there. Everyone had a different opinion on what they were fighting for and who they were fighting against, but everyone agreed that the enemy was very tough and very deadly. No soldier ever came back alive from that war.

[honeydukes]

The boy who refused to live in reality

His imgainary friend

Ben was the boy who refused reality. Reality to him, well, it really was depressing. His mum died, along with his brother, all the kids made fun of him and no one really understood his difference in the world. His therapist didn't help at all, too. Once he found out about his imgainary world.

He lived in his own paracosm, fantasy world. His world was beautiful, ranging for lush forests with mystical creatures and sunny seashores with green waves lapping at silver sand. Some darker but still happy forests contained childish monsters that he had to defeat.

Iris, his best friend, was always there for him when he was defeating monsters, enjoying the sunny silver beaches or exploring the forests. Iris had wavy light blue hair with butterfly wings, yet, she never used the wings for flight.

Ben's therapist grew worried, along with his father. They couldn't get him to snap into reality and grow up. They tried everything. Well, so they thought. Ben's commented on how drawings had a huge influence on him, also the paintings his mother used to make helped create his fantasy.

So, one day, Ben was called to his room, where his therapist said he had a suprise for him. Ben looked excited and commented how Iris would love to see the suprise. The blanket came off the canvases, revailing terrible paintings. They were depressing and horrific, depressed children screaming in their on fantasy world or their world has gone dark and bloody. Ben wanted to scream but he just ran, he ran out of his room and flopped in his bed.

He entered his world to see that everything once so colorful and beautiful has been replaced with dark forests, depressing land and vast lonely plain stretching out to nowhere. Iris came by his side, the only thing that didn't loose the beauty or happiness of the world. Ben told her everything and how he was never going to come back, and so, he left.

As Ben left her world, Iris entered his.

The end.
I dunno, I don't like this drabble very much but I hope someone enjoys it c:

This is lovely c;

@Wildmagic_warrior
The concept is mindbending. Please continue :D