Starry-Heaven

[Name] stood at the bar, absentmindedly drying some beer glasses. The bartender sighed, another typical night. Strippers prancing around in the nude, men getting into fist fights, and then there were the sad drunks who kept on complaining about how crappy their life is. Some nights it's be interesting, like underaged teens attempting to buy a drink with a fake ID card. Watching them get into trouble with the police and their parents was always a comical sight. "Hey, didn't you hear me?! I said I wanted another shot!" A mad had slurred, slamming his hand on the bar counter. It was obvious he was drunk off his ass, which only brought an annoye

[Name] sat reading her book. It was a quite a peaceful day, surprisingly. No Italians' constant pleas for help, no obnoxious Americans, or British rants. She was in the park, reading her book and being completely distant from the world. Well, she was until two of her friends had approached her, one grinning widely and the other poker faced and stoic. "Yo! [Nickname]! What's up!" One of them had said. At first glance, the two could have been mistaken for brothers. Both had blond, gravity defying hair, a tall and muscular build, and had a very European look to them. Although, the two couldn't have been more different. "Hello Mathias, Hendrik[1

Being blind made her vulnerable. Innocent to all the evilin the world. Oblivious to all the chaos there was. It made her shy. Despite being blind, she was always able to see the good in people. Some people? They weren't good. That's where he came in. He wasn't good, yet he still protected her. Something about her made him want to protect that innocence. He wanted to preserve her purity, so she wouldn't have to witness the crueties of the world, like he did. The last thing he wanted was to see her hurt. His name? Alfred F. Jones. His mission in life? To protect [First Name] [Last Name]. "Hey! I'm home." Alfred called, entering his small, tras

My First Kiss "ALRIGHT! WE'RE GOIN' TO SUMMER CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMP!!!!!!" A certain American screeched, throwing his fists in the air. A large group of teens stood around, chattering away, waiting for the buses to come and pick them up. As two large, yellow buses had appeared, one of the counselors had stepped out. "'Ello, everyone. Some of you may know me as Arthur's older sister, Alice, so it's good to be seeing you all. Now, I'll be assigning your groups, you will be staying with them for the rest of your time at Camp Terra." The blond young woman examined the clipboard and began calling out names. "For the boys, group one will be Gilbert

You're Beautiful [Name] sat next to her friends, Seychelle and Elizabeta, as they picked out dresses for a party. She smiled weakly as the two had tried on lovely dresses, all of which looked absolutely stunning on them. It was a formal occasion, celebrating the birthday of Feliciano and Lovino's granfather, whom everyone had known since he was the beloved Latin teacher from their old high school. "Here, [Name]!! This would look beautiful on you!!" Seychelle had exclaimed, holding up a gorgeous [Favorite Color], strapless gown with silver designs adorning the outfit. "Oh! And these shoes!! They're just to die for!" Elizabeta held up a pair

Take Me Take Me Outta Here It Makes Me Feel So, Feel So Na Na Nana Na Baby Baby Here We All Crazy You Don't Have To Worry Na Na Nana Na "But, grandmother! I do not wish to be a doctor or anything of the sort! I want to be outside, and play games with my friends! I do not want to be something that I don't even like doing!" "That will be enough of that, [Full Name]. You are an intelligent young lady, and you should be studying!" "But, grandmother--" "Enough, [Name]! We only do this because we love you. Now go to your room, and do your studies." The young girl nodded politely. She didn't wish to disobey her grandmother, or her family for

"Oh, pardon me." "No, no, it was all my fault! I'm so sorry!" The young girl shook her head and smiled sheepishly. "It really is fine, miss. I wasn't watching where I was going." A blond young man said. His dull, blue eyes remained expressionless as he helped [Name] up to her feet. "Lukaaas! Lukas, hurry up! I'm hungry!" "Calm down, Mathias," Lukas turned to the girl and nodded politely, "Again, my apologies for bumping into you like that." He walked off, joining his Danish friend. [Name] stared at him as he left. "His eyes..." she muttered before leaving as well. "So, Luke, who was the chick?" "Dunno." "...It's like talking to a rock!