David {My Stories Have Lame Names}

     Truth be told, he was addictive. There was something about him always made me come back just for another word, another glance, another something. And I loved it. He was a little reckless, not always watching to see if he knocked over something in a person, but he was a major sweetheart and that was problematic in the long run. Crafting something beautiful but knocking it over and breaking parts of it wasn't the most stable way to do things, but that's beside the point. David was dear and that's all that mattered to me.

     "Hey Jonathan..." He would always start, no matter the conversation, whether it be about the weird sunburn on his back or how 'hella' the stars looked when Jadyn was manipulating space prints on her computer. "Hey Jonathan, I found this comic we wrote when we were kids. Take a look. My ironicness in it is killing me," he smirked and threw the flimsy graphic novel at my forehead, causing me to react with the weirdest face that I could conjure. "Fine. But it better not be another one of those ones where you would just take your bro's search history and print it up for me to read and get in trouble for."

     I glanced at the book in my hands. 'Rockin' Superheroes in Pajamas'. Great. The memory of writing this began playing through my head, but I still opened it and began reading. Upon reaching the last page, I began to laugh. "David, this wasn't originally here," I managed to get out between fits of laughter. He turned bright red for a second, before regaining composure and smirking. "I just thought that this kid book needed something to liven it up. And I did. It's great." "David the last page is literally just us making out in brightly covered pajamas while that troll dude stands behind us throwing up." "Great, right?" I rolled my eyes. "Come here, you nerd," I said to him whilst pulling him closer to me. "Come here." "God, I'm already here." "Shut up." And I kissed David, he turning it into the best thing I've ever done in the middle of his family room. But neither of us noticed as the meteors began falling outside our window, coming closer and closer to the house we were in.

You're Getting What I Promised {Charlotte}

     To think the stars were blossoming into something greater for the both of us was wrong. I knew deep down that the affection I felt towards her would be never returned, but yet I still chose to ignore it. Doing so was easier on nights like this, where we would just sit on the porch, iced tea in hand, and talk about nothing and everything. "Charlotte," I started, smiling slightly from a name as beautiful as such that only traced the beauty of the girl herself. "Charlotte, what do you reckon is hidden out there? Behind the clouds, beneath the sea, out in space?" She just about laughed, for I asked this question every night to her, and her answer was always the same. "I don't know, Alyssa. What do you think?" I turned to her, taking in her in all, wisdom and intelligence along with her round green eyes hidden beneath brown curls and freckles. "Oh Char, just beauty. Extraordinary beauty."

     She pulled me up, somehow strong being the short and round girl she was, and looked up at me. "Come dance," and she dragged me along, to the small bridge over the river. "Char, there's something different about you, what are you doing?" I was completely aware that this wasn't the behaviour of her usual self- Charlotte was a shy girl who was completely infatuated with the farm boy down the road. But I still didn't try hard enough to figure out what was happening. All I ever wanted was in front of me, and I wasn't the type to try to fight it away. "Oh dear Alyssa, just dance. It's all fine. Dance with me." And I obeyed. We swayed underneath the stars, I managing to tune out all noises about, including the slight susurrus that grew into something larger. Like a giant fly or mosquito coming for the blood of two girls in the night. But I still didn't care even though it should've told me something was up. Suddenly, the noise stopped and the land was filled with an eerie silence. And Charlotte, oh dear Charlotte, was being dragged away by two alien things in handcuffs. "Oh Lady Rancardin, you're under arrest for the murder of the High Priestess, and for resisting arrest." And that was the last thing I saw before they knocked me out.

Introduction????

Hello so like 
I'm Liz
Welcome to my blog page
This is just gonna be like 
A bunch of short stories by me or whatever
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