Welcome to the 100 Themes Challenge!
Welcome to the 100 Themes Challenge!
86. Seeing RedThe entire time Carson has known him, Aaron has worn glasses. From what Carson has seen, the frames are always blue (Carson's pretty sure that's been Aaron's favorite color since birth), and they are always top of the line. Even as a child, Aaron was vain enough to brag about them. When Carson first met Aaron, when they were only five, he had never seen glasses beforenot on anyone he cared about, at leastso the spectacles absolutely fascinated him, much to Aaron's disdain.86. Seeing Red by ~jstar1223
It was because he didn't understand them, Carson's pretty sure. Aaron told him that they helped him see; that he was far-sighted, so sometimes reading would give him terrible headaches that the glasses would prevent. This didn't mean much to Carson, however. It just meant Aaron had something he didn't, and he wanted them.
So he stole them on a regular basis.
'Stole' was probably too malicious a word. It turned into a game for the two of them: Carson tried to snatch the spectacles, and Aaron did his best t
1. Introduction- These cards are a bargain. I have never made such a low price.1. Introduction by ~ElectricLimeFloppy
The boy could have last about twelve years. Skinny, light brown skin, typical of children throughout the South, he had an unusual hairstyle for the rule of his peers: the wavy blond tufts were falling at the neck, showing the deep brown eyes. He spoke in short sentences, fast and dry, and was never stopped. This, Rix thought, was the typical behavior of a kid who knows he got to be trimming a big rip-off, and does everything in hurry to conclude the negotiations. He could get away with a rebuff, but he wanted to see up to which point the budding crook would pushed trying to sell those cards.
-Who do you think you're dealing with, kid? See what condition are they?
The boy's cards were battered, wrinkled, and in many places the edges were so worn as to leave glimpse the cardboard base.
Rix stared at the boy before him. Her small hands clutched the cards so strong that he was hurting without realizing it. He wanted to make m
ChoresMom came in the room looking at me "come on honey, I've told you 100 time, do your chores please" I sighed and nodded and so I headed downstairs, I looked at the counter with so many dishes on it. I went over to the counter and turned on hot water. The water was almost too hot, I put soap into the water and put some plates in it as well.Chores by ~Nanumi11
"mom, why do I have to do dishes? Out of every other chore I could do, it just has to be dishes, this is my least favorite chore" I mumbled, not loud enough for her to here me. I'm tired, it's gotten late, maybe I should have done my chores earlier when mom told me to.
I sighed as I washed plate after plate, cup after cup. Dishes is like the worst type of chore ever, I hates it, more than anything. Especially the way it made your hands feel, it feels disgusting.
It only took me about 10 minutes to do the dishes, as long as I keep up with them everyday then it won't take that long but I can never muster up enough energy to start. Once I've started it's
Her BirthdayShe was perfect.Her Birthday by *GentlemanAnachronism
But then, that was hardly surprising. He had created her to be.
In scientific terms, she was a marvel of genetic engineering. A manmade wonder, harbinger of a new line of beings who were more than superhuman - they could hardly be called anything resembling human at all. Humans were weak, unreliable, prone to disease and unprofitable mutation. They were slow, practically deaf and blind when compared to any other predator, lacking a sense of smell strong enough to be of any use, lacking the claws and teeth to bring down an enemy when unarmed, lacking and deficient in almost every respect. Soft. Pathetic. Breakable. Prone to unwanted emotion.
She was perfect.
She had not been so when he started work, of course. He had wanted an existing model to base his improvements on, not a test-tube grown creature, and she had fit the bill for that quite admirably. So had many others, at the beginning, but the experiments and augmentation had proven all but her defecti
03 -LightGlistening through the window pane,03 -Light by ~SarahAurelie
I try to keep my eyes shut,
covering my head.
Something forces me up,
eyes wide open,
Some days, I wish it wouldn't.
#44- Two Roads#44- Two Roads by ~leangreenlimabean
So, you and Sam, huh?" he said after a few awkward moments of silence, his warm brown eyes unusually cold. I glanced at him, surprised.
"Yeah, why?" I asked, suspicious.
"I don't know, I just thought I'd be a little harder to get over than that." His tone was light, but I could sense the layers of hurt underneath. He'd been hoping that I would still be pining for him. I clenched my fists angrily. How dare he? He was the one that left me, not the other way around!
"It wasn't really that hard," I replied coolly, and he grimaced visibly, as if someone had hit him.
"Does he even know what you are? A Selkie?" Milo accused. I gritted my teeth. I knew what game he was playing. "I mean, you can't have a relationship with someone when you're keeping secrets. Not a real one, anyway. It's just a cop out."
That did it. I rounded on him, jabbing my finger at his chest. "You're one to talk, Milo! You have no right to just come waltzing back here, expecting me to fall into your arms again, after you
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