|I love the lighting for this, but mostly the memories.|
Who Cares?Because, dummy, he needed to get away from the catcalls.Who Cares? by WrenoftheCookes
Tom 'not Marvolo' Riddle hated guys. Actually, he ended up hating most girls too. It wasn't a new thing, either. Even as a little kid he'd disliked people in general, aside from his mum. His dad had the brilliant idea to name him Tom, which in itself wasn't terrible, but since their surname was Riddle...well, that, as you can imagine, generated some unfortunate nicknames in middle school. From 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named' to 'Moldy old Voldy', Tom had dealt with the gamut of dark wizard names. It didn't stop there, either. He was an elfin young man, graceful and elegant and one of the best dancers Accident, Maryland had ever seen.
He was also very decidedly not gay, as became obvious in highschool. Well, to him, anyway. The rest of the school didn't get the idea.
So life was fairly hellish, until he realized a few things. He had a car. He had a plan, and he had money. So he took that first (figurative) step,crossing the highway wit
A Little GorgonIt had happened again.A Little Gorgon by WrenoftheCookes
The little girl ran to her father through the garden, sobbing and tripping over her baby blue dress, now grass and dirt-stained. "Baba, Baba!" She found him standing still, shoulders hunched slightly, but he turned as soon as she neared him, and knelt stiffly to take his daughter's smooth, young hands in his. His voice, a raspy comfort, was quick,but calm. "Has it happened,Sa-sa?" He asked quietly. "Y-yes..." The little girl swallowed and tugged him back, "Please Baba, come help me!" She pleaded, and the old man nodded, standing and following her down the marble path that wove throughout the gardens. His heels clicked on the stone as her feet slapped it with the sting of urgency.
And there they were. Two children, one of Medusa's own years, standing with books in her arms--and another, a boy slightly older, holding out a toy stethoscope. Her father had been so overjoyed to find a child with such interest in healing as he did himself, and the siblings that h
SpaceJames's eyes were closed, thick, mascara-ed lashes overly dramatically done, as usual. Slender fingers tapped, brushed over the new toy's thigh. I wrinkle my nose. Gross. Then, just to wipe off that contented smirk, I say quite sincerely, "I'm pregnant."Space by WrenoftheCookes
His eyes fly open to reveal those angelic peepers of cyan, and he kicks the bot across the room. She, if it can be called as such, makes a rather melancholy clunk.
I raise an eyebrow. "With that chocolate cake you made. I really need to start working out."
He growls at me, and pushes past, through the plastic doorway and into the carpeted hall.
"There's work to do!" I call sweetly, flicking my fingernails, and following.
It's a typical day for us, here at the TerraPrep Automated Engineering Facility. Admittedly, we are not model employees, what with James' collection of company property, used for, well, non-textbook purposes, and my penchant for protesting every aspect of our work.
How are we still here? Well...I'll get to that
Heaven on Earth, as far as Martin's concerned.Jessie sat there on my bay window, smiling as wide as she could. I step farther in, closing the door behind me, and notice the way she bites her lower lip subtly. "What's up?" She doesn't answer right away, but stands, her voluptuous hips swinging naturally--and I cant help but smile at the way she moves, energetic and unplanned, spontaneous. Lord knows I see enough cat walkers at the conventions, and her easy, friendly manner puts me at ease.Heaven on Earth, as far as Martin's concerned. by WrenoftheCookes
Coming around behind me, she spins me around, and I throw my hands up. "Oh dear, I have a bad fee--" She interrupts, her hands flashing quickly into the contortions that have to be the oddest form of communication I've seen. "Outside, come on." Her smile ever-present, I shrug, and let her lead me out. As she steps ahead, her hand taking my callused, thin one, I close my eyes a moment and let the sun beat on my tired eyelids. I quickly open them as she pulls me farther into the garden, needing to see where I'm going. I need to spend more time out
I am a teen. You can probably tell from the picture. Which, by the way, is as it is because I suck at taking photos of my face.|
Lets hope I get better.
Anyway, I'm a fairly chatty person, I have an odd mentality that I suppose is what we call 'gender-fluid'. I mean, I feel almost like I fit better as being male, but then I'm also definitely a girl. So, whatevs.
Anyway, I live in the city, though I frequent a friend's farm. I really want to further my education ofmore physical arts such as dancing, music, and acting, but I'/m kind of in a slump as far as that goes, formally anyway. Lord knows I can do it on my own, whether I do it well or not...well....
But I love to talk, so if you have a question, or anything, I will be exTREMELY pleased to hear from ya!