A Unscheduled Meeting“Damn”The curse fled his mouth quickly as he hastily fumbled with the lock, watching as the halls of the school building emptied out as students entered their classes. “Come on...” He muttered, fiddling a little more until the lock clicked shut. A muted victory shout left his mouth as he picked up his books from the floor and broke into a jog, holding them tightly against his chest. “I hope the teacher doesn’t notice I’m late...” The words had barely left his mouth when he felt another body crash into his own. He stumbled backwards, looking up quickly to see who he had collided with.He had e
PapersHis brows lowered in confusion as he stared at the paper in his hands, desperately trying to decipher the words and symbols written on it. A sigh escaped him, signifying his defeat and he stood, leaving his small, isolated cave which he had drilled in the side of the mountain their clearing backed onto. The smaller yawned and stretched as he stepped out, glancing up to the taller who was leaning against the cliff. His eyes were closed and his chest rose and fell slowly, signifying he was deep in sleep. It put the smaller off his mission, making him look to his feet. The urge to retreat and attempt to decipher the paper was strong but his mind
Worth Nothing At AllI’m alone.Seems to him that it is not ‘Friends of old’ who are made of gold.His friends of new seem to be like that.‘Friends of old’ are made of bone.Thrown away - No real home.I am that which is abandoned.He does not care for me.My name does not leave his mouth.Instead it is others who occupy his thoughts.But today is my day.Today is the day I have found the code.The binary that unites us and crafts us.Today is the day that I will vanish.For what is the reason of a loner?Why should I remain when my role is replaced?Now I find my numbers and watch them erase.Yet as my life fades, I
Good Intentions - PewDiepie FanficAs usual, she sat alone in the darkness. She sat there with her legs crossed, her jet black hair merging with the inky air. Her long-lashed eyes looked about, their silvery-gray color almost illuminating the dark like two full moons, and her delicate fingers drew random shapes in the dust that coated the shelf. They called her Jennifer, and some might say that she was pretty…for a rock. No one ever took notice of her kind, always sitting in hallways or decorating the outdoor gardens. They were commonplace, used to not being noticed. But Jennifer was different from other rocks, she wanted to be noticed; noticed by someone very special t
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