Les Ailes de la liberte“Come one! Come all!” The ticket master announced into the night air as families filled the giant red and white tent behind him. “See the creatures from your wildest dreams!” A young man stands by his father’s white Buick, and today just so happens to be his birthday. He held a small leather sketchbook in his hand with “J.E” inscribed on the cover. His father stood next to him, resting a hand on his shoulder before following the crowd to the ticket line, a sickness pitting in the boy’s stomach. Performers danced all around him, jugglers, contortionists, and magicians alike. They looked happy to get all the attention the incoming crowd was giving them. A little too happy.. The two men purchased their tickets and found a seat along the back row of the circular stands, a brightly lit ring in the center of the tent.Les Ailes de la liberte by LejionPounce21
“Dad, I want to go home,” the boy whispered just as the lights were dimmed, leaving only a single spotlight in the m
Striders Don't Cry The Texas sun flooded into the room and shined onto the sleeping teenager's face, slowly waking him from a deep sleep. With a grudge, he wiped his eyes and fumbled around the bedside table, hand probing for his sunglasses. As his fingers came into touch with the smooth plastic, he raised them up, unfolded the arms, and slipped them on. The sun was instantly tinted and the room became a dark shade of amber as he opened his eyes and looked through the lenses. He yawned and stretched his slender, yet masculine arms above his head, his joints popping quietly. He threw his legs over the side of the bed and eased up onto his feet. He looked over at the alarm clock, sighing at the time. It was only 8:05. Wearing only his crimson boxers and his blonde hair in a mess, the boy shuffled across the floor and held his hand out towards the glistening door handle. As his fingers came into contact with the cold metal, a shiver ran down his spine and he slowly tStriders Don't Cry by LejionPounce21
Merry Christmas Dave! Your name is Dave Strider and it's like Christmas up in here.Merry Christmas Dave! by Cornflake-Chan
'Up in here' being your living room considering it is November. You aren't sure where the decorations came from, but if you had to guess, the Lalondes would have had to bring them along. If not them, Egbert or Crocker did. Then again, you weren't sure if Jade or Jake celebrated Christmas on their island...
Either way, the living room was getting covered in tinsel and lights and it was just becoming the most disturbing and abnormal sight you have ever seen happen to your apartment.
“John! Be careful with that box!” You could hear Jane advise her clumsy ecto-brother as he waddled down the hallway with a set of boxes marked 'fragile'. John sat the box down in the living room and laughed down the hallway.
“It's fine! Sheesh!” He turns to face you and jabs a thumb at the box over his shoulder. “Hey, Dave, wanna help put these up?” You glance at the b