Oxymoronika

        Karkat dug his phone out his pocket and began slamming various keys, attempting to get a signal. He started forward, muttering about how this place full of black grass and beige skies would have to do some particularly awful things to him in order for it to play its sick twis—         He stopped talking and opened his mouth to scream as he fell into a hole and vanished into a whisper.         Sollux took a tentative step forward, and even cleaned his glasses for good measure, before sizing up to crater. It was

"You looked through my stuff?!" Lillian balled up the To-Do lists she'd made weeks ago and chucked them at the ground, the wind instead deciding to blow them in the fountain, not that she had time to worry about it at that moment.                    "Well I didn't mean to do it!"                    "Right, it's not like I asked you to rifle through my moving plans or to make a scene at the Cooking festival or to barge in here and demand to know why I betrayed the town!"                    Her face was nearly as red as Ash's as they yelled back and forth across her yard. Her cows were all huddled in the corner of their pen with a variety

I have never been hurt by anyone. Never. I simply just don't trust you. Is this bad? Am I wrong? Oh dear. Hurting your feelings because I was protecting myself certainly sounds like an awful thing to do. A terrible, immoral crime. Bad me. Next time you get shot at, I swear I shall Jump  In Front Of The Bullet. Next time you are being made fun of, I swear I shall Lie To Spare Your Self Esteem. I'm sorry. You're sad because I don't trust you. I didn't mean to  Stab You In The Back. Because you have always trusted me, right? If I asked for your heart you'd gladly place it in my palm, curl my fingers around it, an

Mel was unafraid. She was completely ready for this. ....Nope. Lying still doesn't work. She doubled over with hyperventilation and stumbled backwards from the mirror, the cool and collected heiress from moments before destroyed with a panic attack. It wasn't that today was her coronation. No, on that day she would be much more difficult to calm down. Today was only her first day being publicly introduced to the people after only wandering the castle ground for fifteen years. A crash of glass from outside her door cut through her rushed breathing. "Nooooo!" A woe-begone cry came from the staircase that led to Mel's chambers. "You can't go

The first time they shock each other is pure coincidence. It was that stupid jacket. She'd worn it since they'd begun the game, and she still wore it now. No alchemizing, just red. A live-wire, full of electricity that had to jump off somewhere. It was how they shocked each other.  He'd been on his way to the kitchen for some food. She'd been heading towards her room to get some sleep. Her hand brushed his as they passed in the hallway. The shock passed between them. They both jumped and glared at the other, an unforeseen misunderstanding that the electricity was their fault. And then they both moved along again, the moment forgotten.

"No, I am very serious." Marc turned the camera on his phone towards the pile of children currently messing around in the center of the lab. "I don't know what that machine did but bing-bang-boom! There's a smattering of kiddies all over the place." May scooted closer to the monitor and squinted at the scene, which Marc was currently looking at and simultaneously showing her, via computazer. "You basically went and cloned a bunch of wigglers." He sat down and started taking pictures of them. "Basically. I wonder if they know any Go-Fish."  "They're kids, Marc. They don't even know there's such a thing as fish." She scoffed and br

"Hey, here's an idea," Toby leaned back until he was propped up on the stone, sweeping the hair out of his face with his other, less bruised and bloody hand, "How about we play a game?" May picked her gun up again and clicked the safety off, ejecting the used cartridge of bullets. "What kind of game?" "Let's play a game where everything you hated about me-" His voice became nasally, signalling his switch to Troy's personality. Troy/Toby wrinkled his nose. "Sorry, us. Everything you hated about us. Act as if it were suddenly a crime." The ominous click of the barrel was painful to hear. She shoved three bullets into the chamber, snapping it

Tiny hands grasp the knob of the glass door and little feet pull it backwards until the opening is wide enough for their owner to slip through. She does, careful to not make any noise as she knows how the door squeaks and where the potted plants are in the pale moonlight of the patio. She tiptoes across the cool concrete, hoping her feet aren't too warm and won't stick and won't make any noise. A lady, a pretty lady in the little girl's opinion, sits under the stars sipping tea at a little glass table. She alternates between drinking and bringing her cigarette to her lips, every time she does letting out a puff of smoke. The little girl foll