I may end up editing and posting all the stories I've saved to a big collection on AO3. Of course I'd get everyone's permission and give credit, but there are so many great stories that get lost in these pages sometimes. They all deserve to have their special place in a collection.
How cool it would be if all of this was posted on fanfiction sites too. I mean, I sometimes get or give feedback to 5 years old works.... It is there for ever.
I DREW A THING AND IT'S LIKE RHYS AND FIONA'S SILHOUETTES DANCING BUT IT'S REALLY BAD AND THEY'RE KIND OF NAKED OTHERWISE I WOULD SHOW YOU
Also, I want to write something tonight, so hopefully that's still in place later.
Okay, so I'm really sorry but it's the best I could do.. ;-;
She was leaving, and he couldn't do anything about it.
First he had heard the news from her sister, she was surprised that her kin hadn’t told him. He wasn’t.
Then she had the leaving party, in which everyone got intoxicated and had the best time, she was so happy. He wasn’t.
The next thing was searching for houses online, finding the nicest one for the lowest price, she enjoyed it. He didn’t.
He wasn’t happy with himself, or anyone. His feelings had numbed down to pain, anger and depression. These emotions were not foreign to him, as he’s established a few years back when he was fresh out of university.
It couldn’t have been her fault; it was her job and she had to move. He just wished he could have started something proper with her. A family, an elopement - heck, even a dance with her would have been nice.
He tried to do something, but there was always an excuse as to why she couldn’t go with him to dinner. ‘I’ve got to stay late at work,’ or, ‘I really don’t feel like it,’. ‘Do you know what type of work I do?’ was also a common answer when asked about children.
The airport was almost the worst. He just watched her leave him, no affectionate interactions to be met, just a formal wave and the slightest of smiles.
He knew it would have happened eventually. That he would just crack one day and be unable to glue back together. He didn’t know that he would receive the text message saying she was killed in action. That was the worst.
His best friend had tried to help, sending his upmost support and love through text messages. He didn’t reply. Well, he couldn’t reply; he was lying dead on the kitchen floor with pills and alcohol. A note poked from his trouser pocket with the words 'I'm sorry' scrawled all over it.
They were dead, and they couldn’t do anything about it
Comments
Bruh, it's passed your bedtime
Is there anything bad with this?
Yes.
Your mom
I do and check your steam PMs retarded fgt :}
Nah, everything's fine with this.
Yes, so much.
lolwut
She's already sleeping, so... :'D
Bruh, don't send me any Steam PMs rn ;-;
My bro is playing CS:GO .-.
What's her phone number?
I'd like to have a steam account just to send you some shit there
What's bad?
Since the beginning.
Why should I even tell you? -_-
If there's a zombie apocalypse, I'll know how to contact you.
...
What about Skype? LMAO
What? I wasn't talking about literal shit.
I know -.-
It would be a nightmare if you made a steam account and then you find everyone's Steam account
Inbred
No more wi-fi during a zombie apocalypse
Nah, not really
I may end up editing and posting all the stories I've saved to a big collection on AO3. Of course I'd get everyone's permission and give credit, but there are so many great stories that get lost in these pages sometimes. They all deserve to have their special place in a collection.
yes. yes it would. Even Wolfe agrees.
I'll just let my imagination take it from here...
oh lord this oneshot is sad. i might reconsider posting it. :P
OKAY I'M POSTING IT PLS DON'T KILL ME
No, he didn't.
GOOD GOOD YES
WE'RE ON SUCH A ROLL.
WE'LL MAKE IT TO TEN FICS POSTED TODAY.
Steam PMS
shaddup furry
No, he didn't!!!
Okay, so I'm really sorry but it's the best I could do.. ;-;
She was leaving, and he couldn't do anything about it.
First he had heard the news from her sister, she was surprised that her kin hadn’t told him. He wasn’t.
Then she had the leaving party, in which everyone got intoxicated and had the best time, she was so happy. He wasn’t.
The next thing was searching for houses online, finding the nicest one for the lowest price, she enjoyed it. He didn’t.
He wasn’t happy with himself, or anyone. His feelings had numbed down to pain, anger and depression. These emotions were not foreign to him, as he’s established a few years back when he was fresh out of university.
It couldn’t have been her fault; it was her job and she had to move. He just wished he could have started something proper with her. A family, an elopement - heck, even a dance with her would have been nice.
He tried to do something, but there was always an excuse as to why she couldn’t go with him to dinner. ‘I’ve got to stay late at work,’ or, ‘I really don’t feel like it,’. ‘Do you know what type of work I do?’ was also a common answer when asked about children.
The airport was almost the worst. He just watched her leave him, no affectionate interactions to be met, just a formal wave and the slightest of smiles.
He knew it would have happened eventually. That he would just crack one day and be unable to glue back together. He didn’t know that he would receive the text message saying she was killed in action. That was the worst.
His best friend had tried to help, sending his upmost support and love through text messages. He didn’t reply. Well, he couldn’t reply; he was lying dead on the kitchen floor with pills and alcohol. A note poked from his trouser pocket with the words 'I'm sorry' scrawled all over it.
They were dead, and they couldn’t do anything about it
Yeah, it would be hell if you were talking with us on Steam.
Jfc, we don't want that much lewdness, Eryka :'D
I knew you weren't my friend!
cry, alone, in the corner
Forever alone.