xTheVampireChildx

#12. Christofer. I walked home from work. It had been a normal day, with normal customers, normal lectures about being late, and the blender stopped working, as usual. But something didn't feel right. I couldn't quite think of that it was. I heard someone cough, and I started walking faster. Something rustled in a bush, I ran. Somebody was running toward me, so I turned and ran down an alley. I tripped on my own feet and fell to the cement. Everything went black. I'm laying in a bright white bed. Where am I? Something moaned and moved next to me. I slowly looked over and saw a boy facing me, wrapped up tightly in the sheets and asleep. Okay

Prompt #10. Fly(zik)ing. The plane shook as it rolled forward. This is it. I thought and shifted uncomfortably in my seat. Matt glanced over at me and smiled. He had been trying to calm me down, but it wasn't really working out. God, I hate flying. "…What if the plane crashes, and we're like… the only survivors? Like on Flight 24 Down?" Jack yelled, earning glares from everyone around us. "Or if like, all of the other people on this plane are actually zombies! That'd be so cool! Or what if-" "Jack, shut up!" Zack snapped, obviously annoyed with the whole situation. If there's anyone who would be annoyed, it would be him. He didn'

X♥-♥-♥X The girl slowly studied herself in the dirty mirror, taking in every minor flaw. How gray her once blue eyes were. The unruly length of her bangs. The scars that twisted up her left arm. How short she was. How broken she was. Time seemed to stand still as she gazed into that hotel mirror. That is, until tan arms wrapped around her waist. Still, she stood there. Unmoving. Staring. Assessing. "God, you're so damn gorgeous." The taller boy sighed. Silence. The girl held her breath, counted to 5, then exhaled slowly. "Thank you." Her voice was unsteady and rough; she hadn't said a word all morning. "You're w