Meep's thread
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...He went about slaughtering demons amongst the battle field. His Iron sword slicked with ichor, he went again and again and the beast. The rancid smell burned his lungs like fire licking the muscle. The demon towered above him a good six feet, casting a darker shadow over his slim build. He yelled along with the group of hundreds of other men, the battle cry getting louder by the second. Adrenaline kept him going. The beast roared in front of him in fury causing it to bring it's taloned claw down. But Andrew was fast enough, leaping to the right, he avoided the claw by two feet. "Ha." He cried. He was one of the best warriors of the shadow hunters. The beast sliced at the air again towards his head, but he ducked, using the moment to his advantage he slit the beasts left ankle. It's thick, black skin oozed a dark green ichor. He smirked. The demon roared again, louder. And again, he used the moment to his advantage. He jumped up and pierced it in what seemed to be the heart. Andrew watched it fall to the ground in what seemed like slow motion. Sam passed by him. "Good job, that's one of the elite ones." He breathed. Andrew nodded. And with that Sam jogged away smiling, getting ready to kill another foul beast. Sweat beaded his forhead and made his black hunting suit feel sticky. But he kept going. This time a smaller demon came at him, a Lovalt. It's dark blueish green skin looked dry, but hard and it's body no bigger than a four year old, it's oval mouth lined with razor sharp teeth was the only thing on its face. It hissed at Andrew in disgust. He chuckled to himself. These were easy to kill. He lunged at the demon, slicing it from its neck down its chest, stopping at what would be a bellie button. It shrieked in a high pitched voice, instantly falling to the ground. He moved on not giving it a second glance.
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Sophie sat in history, the last class of the day. Mike had told her to stay after school. He haven't given a reason. He just said to. She had had the biggest crush on him since the seventh grade, now they were in ninth. Mike and Shophie had been best friends since they were in second grade, as in they slept at each other's houses and had sleepovers and birthday party's together. Girls were always jealous of her, but she never let them get to her. It was such a petty thing to fuss over. But at one point they did. So she started running and found out she was really good. She was usually first or second when it came to sprints. History was about to end so she started playing with the split ends on her braid. She looked at her converse. Typical. They were the white ones. The bell had finally rung, interrupting her from her thoughts. Shophie immediately went to her locker, put her stuff away, and got her back pack with a book. She stuffed it in there walking to the second competition gym. There he was, alone. A few kids walked by but they didn't notice them. "Hey." He said, pushing his golden hair back. Her heart sped up at the sight of him. "Hey Mike." He smiled. "Just wait here with me until everyone leaves. She nodded and got on her phone so she wouldn't stand there awkwardly with him. He did the same. Once they were sure everyone was gone he sighed."There's something I wanted to tell you and I've wanted to tell you for the longest time." His hazel eyes sang with hope. "Ok, Mike, what is it?" He took a step forward, close enough that she could feel his breath on her cheek. "I like you. I've liked you since we were younger, since we first met. You were the prettiest girl I had ever seen, and I didn't know how to tell you with out sounding weird." He sighed. Sophie smiled. He liked her? He seriously liked her. He took another small step forward. His breath was warmer. "I was wondering if you wanted to be my girlfriend." He smiled more, a perfect row of white teeth showed themselves. "Yes" She said quietly. "Come on let's go to the field," He said "So we can talk." Now his mischievous smile was out. She laughed and agreed. The set their backpacks by the bleachers and walked to a big shady tree. He caressed her face with one hand and set one on the tree behind her. "I love you." He whispered, his words on her mouth. "I love you to-" her words were cut of by the gentle feeling of his lips on her hers. It was deep and slow and sincere. He guided her body to sit on his lap, her legs around his hips. He nipped at her lip and then put small kisses on her jawline. She let her hands explore the firm stomach, his smooth soft skin. She tugged at his shirt upwards and he nodded. They paused for a second to get his shirt off. He smiled. "Your turn." She rolled her eyes. "Fine." she mumbled taking it off. He eyed her lazily and then set his lips back on hers. This time the kiss was intense, full of meaning. She let a slight moan escape from her throat. He smiled under the kiss and let his hand slid up her back making her feel warm and tingly inside. His other hand held the back of her head right above the nape of her neck. He let go first. "My parents went to Vegas for the weekend, wanna come to my house?" "Sure" She said grabbing their shirts...
Teehee part two of this will come when I feel like it C; -
Second one is so cliche thoookk
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Thoooooo*
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Feedback is welcomed and appreciated
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Andrew walked up a hill, tired, cut, but still living of adrenaline. He scanned the grassy plain for any demons, but most of them were gone (as in, when their killed, the warp to their home demention) or fighting with a Shadowhunter. One bright red head stood out from the crowd, it's head down. "Merida!" He called out, now running to her. She was next to the body of a man, an older on one, the thick black runes along his bruised and cut arms were fading, a sign of death near. She turned around sniffing, her nose pink, and her face twisted with sorrow, pleaded in help. "Andrew. My father...he-he's..." She couldn't finish her sentence. He knew though. The man opened his eyes, flicking around. He coughed. "My boy, there, yes you...please...take care of my daughter..." The life left his eyes. Andrew bent down eyes gently pushed the eyelids closed. "I'm sorry." He whispered to Merida. He brought her into a soft hug, her body shook.
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Andrew sat at the sink, washing his sword, in the Dublin Institute. Strangely, he felt like doing this in one of his favorite bathrooms. It was quite large with a regal sink, tub, and whatever other furniture was in there. He stopped for a second and watched the demon blood flow down the sink.
"Is it that time of the month again?" Asked a thick accented, familiar voice. He turned around to see Sam with his shaggy blonde hair falling in his eyes and around his ears. His smile was a bit crooked in some way he couldn't explain. Well, it seemed like the smile was meant for something else . Andrew sighed, unable to keep a slight smile from his face. "Fighting, right? That time every month when we go for training." Sam raised his eyebrows. "Suuure. Well, Imma go hang out with Merida and the others." He left before Andrew could answer. He replied anyways, mumbling "The ones that survived."
Andrew had decided to stay in his room that evening, alone. He had changed from fighting gear to a loose white under shirt and boxers. Nothing special really. Andrew heard the muffled sounds of people talking down the hall. The voices turned into shouts, and then suddenly cut off. He decided that it was worth looking at. He turned off the light and slowly walked to the door, and then opened it very slowly... -
Eh I think I'll start a new story thingy
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Emma sat on her surfboard, enjoying the cool water on her legs and the warm sun around her. Her bleach blonde hair was in a messy French braid down her back. She didn't feel like surfing yet. The perfect wave was yet to come. James came by laying down on his board, using his legs and arms to propel him forward. Once he was next to her he turned so his chest was facing the sun. Emma let her eyes linger a bit on his abs. "Need me to assist you back to the shore?" He asked. She rolled her eyes and laughed. "I'm just waiting." He raised an eyebrow. "For me, right?" She layed down on her board too, only her belly was to the board. "Actually, I'm waiting for the perfect wave. You know how it is." He smiled. "Let's see who can get to it first because it's right there." He pointed behind her. James got up into a sitting position, his muscles flexed with each movment. He used his legs as paddles to get close to her and pushed her off the board. "JAMES!" She screamed before going under. It was always relaxing to go under except she wanted to beat him to the wave. She floated to the surface, but James was right there and there was no wave around. "Just kidding, Emma, calm down." He had that silly but attractive smile on. She made a pouty face, and would have crossed her arms, but she had to tread the water. "Oh, come on. Don't make the face. You know how that makes me feel." He held a hand out. She took it, he help her on to his board. "Now give me a hug. We'll go inside soon." She adjusted her legs so that they were over the sides of the board, as were his. She leaned in for the hug, but it was a bit too far apart. "Ugh, come on Emma your so awkward with hugs." He brought her legs over his, almost straddling his hips. They were so close now. So far from the shore, about a third of a mile. Her heart was beating fast, so was his.
He put his arms around her small waist. He really went for it. Her head fit perfect under his chin. "There, that wasn't too much to ask for, was it?" His arms were still around her waist. "Well, um, I'm gonna get to my board now." He let go, and let her slide off of his board and get on to hers. His eyes lingered on her fragile body as she got on to her board.
Her heart was trying to get out of her chest. She got into a sitting position and started paddling with her arms and legs towards the shore. -
When they got to the shore they walked in silence to their house. The two lived with Emma's grandma since James was five. His parents had passed away in a car wreck. Her grandma used to babysit him and Anna while his parents were at work, so she was put as his guardian.
James opened the door to their beach house. His brown tousled hair looked darker wet, which Emma loved. "I'll get some grilled cheese and tomato soup ready for lunch. How about you go shower." Emma shook her smiling. "I'm only gonna go back out, there's no point in taking a shower." James shrugged. "At least put some clothes, Emma. It's distracting." She felt her cheeks get warm. She headed to her room. She went to her closet that was half filled with normal clothes and half filled with bathing suites. It was nice living in Hawaii. Everything was chill and everyone knew everybody in town. She pulled on some white denim shorts and a loose navy tank top, and headed to the kitchen were her lunch was waiting. James was already half way done with his by the time she got there. "Hungry much?" She asked sitting down. He smiled. "You have no idea. Oh, and by the way gram went to get groceries then she's gonna go to bingo tonight." Emma nodded and looked at her contents. The grilled cheese was cut diagonally, just the way she liked it. She picked a slice up and started dipping it in the soup. James watched her, but she didnt notice. "Wanna see a movie tonight? Maybe a scary one." Emma nodded, "Sure." When they finished lunch they had agreed to surf for a couple of hours and then watch the movie.
There were a few waves out, but nothing big. They grabbed their boards and went about floating, bellies facing the sun. "When I have kids," She began "I want to be a good mom." James nodded. "Same, only I'm gonna be a dad." They both laughed. -
They sat in the sand together, watching families walk off to near by hotels. "So," Emma started "What movie are we gonna watch?" James though for a moment. "Uh, how 'bout Insidious?" Emma smiled. "Sure, but you better not take a bathroom break." James laughed, showing his dimples. He got up and held his hand out. The sunset casted shadows on his face that brought out the angular planes of his face. She grabbed it and got up. They got their boards and walked home talking about what snacks they should add to their popcorn.
Emma sat in the kitchen pouring an assortment of chips to the popcorn. James came back from the bathroom, his cargo shorts hanging dangerously low on his hips. "Woah, woah, Emma, don't you think that's a bit too much?" She laughed, testing a peice of popcorn out. "No, because I know you'll finish most of it." Now it was James's turn to laugh. He took the bowl from the table and plopped on to the couch. "Hey, give it back!" She chased after him. He was already laying on the couch, in a model pose. She leaned over the large leather couch trying to reach for the bowl, as he held it farther from her. His face was full of amusement and mischief. Within seconds he pulled her over with his hand, and the next thing Emma knew she was laying on his bare chest. "Ouch." She mumbled. He smiled, his face about two inches from hers. "I'm sorry." He said very quietly. His hand cupped the back of her head. Emma's heart was going very fast now. She closed her eyes and let him guide her to him. He set one hand on her hip and left the other in her hair. Her perfect hair that always smelled like home and the ocean. He put little kisses that her more like nips to her jaw line. Their legs were intertwined, but not a mess. She smiled when he ended it at her mouth. He immediately started with his tongue, exploring her mouth that tasted much like buttery popcorn, which he liked. "James." She said in a moan. He let go of the kiss first. "Switch places." She nodded obeying. Once she was under and he was on top, he looked at her. "Just to make things better," He had a mischievous smile, his hair was tousled, and his abs were pronounced in the dim light. "Take your top and shorts off." He whispered. She did. He eyed her lazily. She did have a nice sized bust, and wasn't big either, in fact, she was a bit petite. He leaned down and started kissing her again, only this time, slowly. She arched her back wanted to close the space between them, to be as close as she could get. He started moving his hips back and forth and Emma responded with a moan. They felt the friction, and demanded to control it. After a moment Emma remembered. "What about the movie?" James smiled. "What about" it?"
"Weren't we gonna watch it?"
"We were." He bit her bottom lip.
"Can we still watch it?"
"I guess. When we finish."
"I feel tired though."
"Want me to just carry you to bed?" He was already scooping her up.
"Please." She whispered, laying her head on his chest. She could hear when he opened the door and layed her on the bed, but it seemed different. The room smelled like tropical Old Spice and the sheets had a different texture. "James," She said, "This isn't my room. It's..." She yawned as he got under the covers with her. "I know." He said kissing her forehead. For the rest of the night they slept peacefully, together. -
Imma add more to Emma & James story. I mean, I like this one I bit more than Andrews tbh. But, yeah, I'd actually like some one to read one or two of these and tell me what they think. Except the sophie one >.> I dun like that one as much as the others.
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I think I'll start a new story thingy~
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Name: Emily Ann Lightwood
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Looks: In the pic above
Wears: Shirt: Shorts: Shoes:
Family: None
Group: Is currently not traveling with one
Likes: Someone to depend on, flower crowns, cozy things, hipster stuff
Dislikes: Zombie peeps, being alone, not having a place to stay, her backpack of crap to carry around
Personality: I'll make it up as I go along
Now for the dude~
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