"I can't read if you're staring at me, bro." Allen shrug while waiting for his idiot of a brother to come out of the shadow.
"I can stare as much *hic* as I waaant, lil bro. *hic* Beside, yoooou're no fun. Just sit there and doing but reeeead." Gabriel mumble while making his way over to Allen who was clearly trying to ignore him. "Why are you such a stuck up person?"
"Why are you such an idiot? Allen didn't bother to look at him while still reading.
"Is it because I'm staring to look like him oooor making more friends than you. Que? Say something, hermano?"
"There nothing wrong with me, Gab. I just want you to leave me alone and find som
Conversation with Coyote, huh? by Lil-lamb90, literature
Literature
Conversation with Coyote, huh?
"I'm just going to randomly just say that I haven't been to the city for a loooooooooong time, well maybe just a few trips to Phoenix and Tucson. But I need to get out there and live awhile." Arizona yawned and stretching out on his couch as if he was cat. (No, I mean really.) Glaring at the ceiling, he quickly toss a pillow at the window. "Damnit, coyote! I swear to god if you disturb Baa-chan again--!!"
"Or you'll what?! You can't even catch me even if you wanted too." Coyote chuckle and leap over to window to watch the poor State glaring at him. "Don't give me that look, boy. I've been on a good behavior."
"Heh, I'll be. How would I know
"Okay, we are the camera crew and in between shots, Miss. Carriedo went to have a talk to Mr. Tyler."
"Are you sure we're allow to do this?"
"Hush! Look, they left the mics on, besides this is good footage."
The lousy camera man position camera a few inches away from an native islander talking to a tall blonde male in wearing a casual friday fit, enough though its Monday. "Alright, ready?" the camera whispered to the sound check guy. He nodded. They hid among wires and tubes in the shadows as the two people talking stood in a less crowded hallway with the snack table behing the the native.
...
"Look, I don't care if I signed a contract.
This story isn't about me dying, because let's face it. As the represented of these islands I can't die, even if I wish to. This is merely about my survival, about my life. About the loss I went through, the lives that have left, faces I can never see again. Traditions that I grew up with, vanish. My home, crushed no better than a foot stepping on an insect. As of now, my life is better, much better. But still, I live with these nightmares, these memories I wish I could forget. But it's hard, when you have the scars to remind you. When you still see those faces that you once called 'enemy'. Those same ones who fought against each other over l
NYxQC-Somwhere On Your...pt1 by Ferix79, literature
Literature
NYxQC-Somwhere On Your...pt1
Somewhere On Your Northern Road
And just like that, their relationship started. The very night of their affair in the coffee shop, Quebec had gone back to his hotel and booked another three nights, using the excuse of 'personal investigation into farther trade agreements' to quell his dignitary's questioning gaze. He and New York spent those three days dancing around each other in Albany; one night Quebec would cook for New York, and the next New York would bring him fine wine and chocolates. Never once did they kiss, though, which bothered Quebec.
He had everything planned out perfectly, though. The province called his boss on the third da
Somewhere On Your Northern Road
March, 2005
It had been three years and six months since that day, and New York still wasn't sure he had gotten over it.
Today, he had had a meeting with Quebec and Ontario over trade matters or something--he hadn't been completely paying attention. The meeting had dismissed nearly a quarter of an hour ago, but he still lingered in the room, gazing out over Albany. He knew Quebec still lingered, too.
"You need a distraction," Quebec offered out of the blue, staring determined at the back of New York's head.
"I have one. My work takes my mind off things." New York answered almost robotically, still facing t
STP-We're Coming Home Again by Ferix79, literature
Literature
STP-We're Coming Home Again
To New York, this Sunday was just like any other Sunday. It just so happened to be the 10th Anniversary of September 11th.
In past years, he would have woken up with tears already streaming down his face, because the pure emotion coming from his people was just too much to handle mentally, sometimes. In any year after 2004 he would have woken up with Quebec next to him, and then would have rolled over and wrapped an arm around the Canadian, waking him, and the two would have stayed in bed for as long as New York needed to, talking about anything while Quebec wiped away the many tears that fell.
And today he did wake up next to Qu
"School's startin' again..."
"Mm...."
Texas and Oklahoma stared up at the blue, blue sky of August, not even a hopeful tower of cumulus was visible on the horizon. The two states were sprawled under a tree in Fair Park (in Dallas) to find respite from the sun that beat down without respite, making the air feel heavy and thick. A few remaining cicadas mingled their cries with the grasshoppers' chorus.
After a long pause, Texas turned his head. "So why're ya here anyway?"
Oklahoma didn't respond right away, closing her eyes. "Rick Perry's a jerk."
"Hey now! If ya came here t' say stupid things, then go back over th' Red River." Texas scow