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L is for Lovable thief"My frickin' chocolate!"
"I didn't do it," mumbled Near. "I didn't eat your chocolate."
"Who said anything about eating it? I just care that it's gone! Near, I know you did it!" Near twirled a strand of his hair. Mello smacked Near's hand away. "Near! Just tell me where you hid it!"
Mello glared at Near, who glared back. A door slammed. "Wha'd I miss?" asked a boy. It was Matt, punching buttons on what seemed to be some video game. "Level Four! HELL YEAH!" Matt seemed to realize he wasn't hitting the mood just right.
"He stole from me! He stole my damn chocolate!" Mello yelled. Matt raised an eyebrow.
"Near, never thought you liked chocolate."
"I don't. I didn't steal anything."
The door slammed again. "Whozitnow?" Mello demanded. It was L.
"I heard the racket," said L, chomping on a finger. "What is going on here? Explain yourselves." Matt stepped forwards.
"Near stole choc-" Matt began, but Mello yelled on.
"Near stole my chocolate! He obviously wanted revenge because I threw his blo
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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