Kyle Fletcher interview1.) What gender are you?Male.2.) What is your age? 14.3.) Do you want a hug?That depends. Do I know you? No...?Okay. Sure. :D4.) Do you have any bad habits?I'm always daydreaming, especially when we're in class.5.) What's your favorite food? Just simple pasta. I like grilled chicken, but I can't eat it cause I'm vegetarian now.6.) What is your favorite ice-cream flavor? Hmm. I liked this one bittersweet chocolate flavor I had at a restruant once.7.) Are you a virgin? Duh. I'm 14. Not 20-something.8.) Have you killed anyone? Why would I want to? o.o9.) Do you hate anyone? Not really. Tons of people annoy m
Split Personality Part 5Split Personality 2 part 5Clones (Author's note: I realize it's short…It's just to establish a plotline for the rest of the story and the back-story for And- oops. I'm not gonna tell you that yet! ;) It'll all make sense as of the next couple chapters.)Candace's POV------------------------- I slid down the wall, watching silently as they left. I kept staring after them, my eyes finally growing tired, and I felt my vision blur as the pain in my back intensified. I took a few shaky breaths, and struggled to stand. Finally, I spotted a clock. I'd been laying like that for a half hour. I glanced down again at the wet wound. I
Split Personality 2 part 4Split personality 2 part 4'Silver, green, and blood red'"Ah, Candace," The man said, "Never thought you'd see me again, did you?" He said, laughing menacingly, observing the young woman he held in a elaborate jail cell, as she scoffed at the mastermind, now clad in a green jumpsuit. (After he grabbed her, he'd stabbed her once in the back, making it hard for her to move.)"You'll never get away with this!" She scowled, her anger boiling over, and she threw useless, weak punches through the glowing, green bars of energy, which were casting eerie shadows across their faces. "My brothers-"She was interrupted by another high laugh, and at
Split personality 2 part 3Split Personality 2part 3Amongst all the dread and silence, Isabella reached a realization."Where's Candace?"Linda yelled loudly from inside, "House - hunting. She has to go somewhere after college, you know." And she continued on to the laundry room with the laundry basket."Isabella strained to hear this, then nodded. "Oh, okay. Thanks!" Everyone shook their heads in agreement, then went back to plotting their next move.Meanwhile, across townCandace Flynn shook her head at yet another failed attempt of her realtor. Exhausted, the middle-aged woman gave up, temporarily giving Candace the slip. Looking around, the redhead sca
.:Leave:.(Spoiler for my manga) (One-shot)“Leave.”The voice was broken. Weak. It wasn’t him, it didn’t sound like him, but it was.“No.”That was it. She stood there in silence. He kneeled, equally silent, a lump in his throat. His words were lost on her. His gaze lifted and he was tempted to turn it towards her, but it fell as quickly as it had risen. He reluctantly found himself looking at the gravestone in front of him again, and he hesitantly lifted a hand and began to brush the snow on the top, but froze like the flakes at the touch of the cold stone.Cold.Just like the man lying beneath would always be.He choked a little on his though
Name ( A manga story one-shot)(read the description if you're confused)----------------------The chirping of cicadas was heard outside the classroom window, interrupted by the girl’s sharp voice.“Why are you even in this school? It’s for elites, not for kids like you.” She shoved the younger girl against the wall angrily. “The weak don’t belong among the strong. It’ll only get them killed.” She rose her hand to slap the idiotic girl in front of her, only to be interrupted.“THAT’S ENOUGH!” Their sensei stormed into the room and pulled the teenagers away from each other. “You,” he said, po
Willowsporks:Return of a father,Return of..cliches( you don't need this to indicate a flashback, it should be done through the wordsI stood there in my room, peering down the hallway at the front door, where I saw my mother speaking with a man wearing a uniform and my Uncle Scott. I didn't understand what they were saying since I was too young, but when I saw my mother gasp and cover her mouth, a look of terror flitter across her face, I knew it was bad. Both my mother and the man exchanged a few more words, and then he left with a look of regret on his face.Two main things: First of all, the beginning is way to rushed. Try to start with something that indicates it was a flashback from th
Love-Driven Battlefield DeliriumShe always was on his mind.Why was that, anyway? She wasn't particularly beautiful. She wasn't even very normal; she didn't think the way he did. He relished in normality, drank it in like the air he breathed, and he choked on wisps of oddity.Odd? Is that what she was? Well, no, not exactly. That's not quite the word. Unique, no, there are bound to be others like her. Somewhere, even though he doubted he would ever meet someone that took the word to its boundaries as she did.Perhaps, could one call her abnormal? That word's a worse fit; it makes her seem like a ghost or a witch rather than a girl like her.Atypical, Bizarre, idiosyncra
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Well, I don't do requests, but I guess I could just draw her for fun. 
