Erik Gets Sick.Erik tossed and turned. Finally, he woke up. A sickening feeling hit him hard.Erik Gets Sick. by merrypsimon
Don't do it. Don't get up. Don't move. He thought to himself. If you don't move, the feeling will go away. Then he betrayed himself by coughing fitfully. He felt like his throat was closing up. Immediately, he forced himself to stop coughing. Alright. This isn't going to work out nicely. Just just run. Erik swallowed hard, clearing his throat. Then he forced himself to sit up. His head instantly became a thousand pounds heavier. He closed his eyes and stood up. Then he ran to the door and bolted to the bathroom. His throat burned as he threw up everything he'd eaten earlier that day. After a few minutes, the sickening feeling seemed to reside, and he rested himself against the side of the bathtub. He sighed and put his hands on the sides of his face. He could feel the heat on his cheeks.
"Oh ." he groaned. It wasn't long before he felt his stomach turn inside out again and
Curtrik: A Thousand CranesCurtis Rx was having lunch with his faithful companion and best friend, Erik X. It was a normal day for the two, Erik quietly munching on a peanut-butter-and-banana-sandwich and browsing the day's newspaper, while Curtis meandered on the internet, sipping his beloved coffee.Curtrik: A Thousand Cranes by yaoi-lover13
"Hey, it says here that if you make a thousand origami cranes, that you get a magic wish." Curtis mentioned offhandedly as he clicked away from a page. "That'd be pretty cool. What would you wish for?"
Erik thought for a moment, running a hand through his messy, dark hair. "I... haven't the faintest idea, really." He pondered the question as he finished his sandwich and took their dishes to the kitchen to wash. After a few more minutes, he spoke. "Three more wishes."
Curtis laughed at his friend. "You can't wish for more wishes!"
"Fine then, three genies." He smiled as Curt grinned at him.
"Clever loophole, very clever. You're so devious." Curtis winked, his grin turning devilish. He wouldn't admit it,
FreedomThere are two sides to every story. There’s the side that the world is familiar with. The side that can easily be shared with your friends and coworkers. The side that is allowed to be discussed in the daylight and over dinner.
But then there’s always the other side. It lingers like a cold chill in October, seeping through the warm scarves and jackets and clinging to the soul with its relentless fingers. Others may not see it, but it grips onto the heart, not letting go and demanding attention at the worst of times. It is the kind of story that is not meant for the faint of heart, the story that others should always remain wary of. The story that you don’t tell your parents, instead lying and saying that you just fell out of a tree.
History has always been told by the winners: tales of kings, queens, knights, emperors, and proud nations that refused to be ruled over. It is an ongoing tale about heroes and villains, of adventure and freedom. History, on the outs
'Loves Me Not'I had reached that point where I had nowhere to go nowhere to run and no one to hold me or at least make me feel that I'm still here...
It got to her and I don't blame her because I know how pathetic I am...I don't deserve her.
"You don't see the damage he does...he may be all nice now with you but soon it won't be like that" I look at her then I look away. I'm gonna lose Red if I don't open my eyes but I'm going to lose J if he finds out I'm still talking to her.
I get the feeling of jealousy when it comes to them. They can't be in a room for more than ten minutes and it got to the point where Joker doesn't even want me with her.
My only friend.
"Pam..I can't let go" She runs her hand through my hair and pulls me close pressing her forehead to mine. "Not even for me?"
I complicated our lives By falling in love with him
I wish I could. I wish I could just pack up and leave with you Red but...
"You know I would do anything for you Red.." Her eyes cast down her expression c
antisocial, and honest. im terrified of being rude and am painfully polite. i like drawing stuff but not digital, i like traditional, since i suck at drawing on anything other than a sketch pad with a pencil. My current icon was made by the wonderful Kattling (check out her icons, they rock!)
i will argue (because im always right. even if im not, im still right) with you tll the cows come home. i love to read, but i swear to cupcakes i will throw one at your head.