What's in the Box, Jack? .:Mondo Oowado:.What's in the Box, Jack? .:Mondo Oowado:. by ~SkittleFlavoredGleek
It was a hot,rainy summer's evening, and you were sweating balls.
Not literally, of course, but it was hot and there was nothing to do but watch shitty movies on television. You continuously tapped the buttons on your remote control, watching the tv flip from channel to channel, the sense of fun wrecking off of it next to none.
Just as your boredom reached an all time high, there was a knock at your door.
Even though every fiber in your being was nullified with the boredom that your house gave off to you, it took a bit of effort to get up and answer the door. As soon as you opened the door, the hot air and rain from outside came rushing in like a vortex, making you groan a bit as it came to hit you in the face. But that all stopped when a tall figure stepped in front of the door way.
Brushing away the rain drops from your face, you look up.
Standing in front of you is none other than your friend Mondo Oowada, holding a medium sized box in his hands. You instantly cock an eyebrow at thi
Sincerity of Dreamers .:APH Norway 1:.Sincerity of Dreamers .:APH Norway 1:. by ~SkittleFlavoredGleek
Your dream always starts out the same.
You're standing on the beach, your toes scrunched up in the cold, gravely sand as the salty sea air blows at the back of your neck, feeling as if a ghostly pair of hands caress the soft skin there. The air around you is sort of like a vortex; there's air blowing all around you, but it's almost like you're in the middle. The sun is just hitting the horizon, threatening to leave you alone with only the sea to keep you from being lonely.
But as the evening turns to night, you watch the dark blue waves turn more of a black color. They crash against the shoreline in such a soft manner. Being the oh-so-poetic soul that you are, you've often compared it to two lovers reaching out towards each other and barely gabbing a hold of the top of each other's finger tips before they're ripped back by an unseen force.
And as your (e/c) eyes watched the ocean's tranquil grace, your only desire was to dive straight into it. You wanted to feel the salty sea rub again
I'll Be There .:Emma/Jack Drabble:.I'll Be There .:Emma/Jack Drabble:. by ~SkittleFlavoredGleek
Turning his head from the warm fireplace, brown eyes trailed over to a young girl, no older than nine, sitting on a wooden chair. As she kicked her dangling feet she played with the ends of her hair, twisting the chocolate tendrils around her slender pale finger. "Yeah, Emma?" Jack asked, turning so he could see her a bit more.
Petite and shivering fingers gripped the handles to the scissors. As she gripped them tighter, her hand grew paler while her heart grew heavier. As she stared down at the ground, freshly fallen snow fell, quickly covering the ground. While most people in this town felt apathetic about the weather, it only made Emma's heart ache just a bit more. She used to have a nostalgic feeling about it, but as time grew on, she began to hate it with every bone in her body.
"Should I cut my hair?" She paused, her golden brown eyes looking from her long brown hair to her older brother. "There's this boy I like very much, but he prefers short