30 Minute Fic: The Blue Jay and the CrowThere was the usual hustle and bustle of the market place all around him. People were moving and talking and trading, everything was so full of life. John Egbert couldn't believe his eyes. He was intrigued by the large city. Since he came from a tiny town on the outskirts of the kingdom; anything bigger than a small village was a wow factor. He weaved in and out of the crowd taking in all the sights and sounds. This was the first time he'd been to a bigger town. Everything was so exciting.He was a little hot underneath the large coat he was wearing, but it was worth it to see this. John loved people; he loved everything about being around people. It was all so much fun, he could hardly stand it. Eventually he ended up buying an apple and moving away from the market place to the center of the town near a water fountain. He rested by the fountain, enjoying the cool breeze and spray from the water.The people passed by, not even noticing his existence. Which was great, he loved just bein
Worth the Kill?His breath came out in ragged gasps. All his muscles burned, his lungs felt like they were on fire. But he didn't dare stop. He didn't dare look back. A shot was fired and it whizzed by his head, inches from his face. There was a pause then another shot, this time he wasn't so lucky he felt pain from the right side of his head, the same ear that was narrowly missed the first time got hit the second. His hand flew up the wound, part of him was relieved it was only a small chunk and not the whole thing. The downside, he was now bleeding his disgusting red blood. He held his hand over his ear and ran on."Great, on the one fucking day I forget my damn sickles is the day I get shot at." He cursed in a growling, harsh language.His pursuers kept after him. They had a large white dog on a chain holding him back, "Grandpa, can't we just let Bec after him? He'd catch him a lot faster than we would.""Jade, you can't use Bec for everything, remember that.""I will." The girl lined up another sh
A World Without HeirThere was no mistaking it. You won the game. The same door rose up before you. Only, this time you weren't watching it. In fact, you didn't even care it was there. You were only focusing on him.Everyone gave you a wide birth when you stepped out of the portal. You were clutching him tight to your chest, his head resting on your shoulder. Blood seeped into your shirt and dripped to the ground. Your red tears mixed with the blood pooling in your arms.No one called you selfish for taking him somewhere private. Somewhere you could spend hours quietly sobbing, and then screaming into the surrounding woods. Nobody blamed you for not speaking when you eventually cradled his body again and brought him back to the main group. No other hands touched him from the moment you picked him up; to the moment you put him in the ground. And not a soul dared approach you in the days after when you stood vigil by his gravestone. Eventually you had to leave, you had to eat, and sleep, and live on. There w
30 Minute Fic: JakeDirk: Airport"I can't bring my knives?""No.""What about a spear?""No.""How about-""Is it sharp, Jake?""
yeah.""Then no.""Well what about-""Can it kill someone, Jake?""Well
""Goddamn it, Jake, no.""Hey these rules are pretty friggen stupid if you ask me."You leaned up on your bed, resting your chin on your hand, "Listen, I didn't make them, but you have to follow them." You looked on as your friend was packing his bag. You had no clue how he wound up on your doorstep one day. The boy didn't know either. He said one moment he was exploring the ruins around his house, and the next he was outside the apartment door. This also meant he still had all of his weapons either on him or equipped in his sylladex. That made plane travel rather difficult."I don't see why though. It's all one huge waste of time, why can't we bring whatever we want?""Because, Jake, people tried that once, and it was horrible." You watch as Jake frowns and pulls more items from his bag and inve
Worth the Kill? Chapter Two"Um
Karkat?" the troll grunted a response, "I think we should probably head down for dinner now, you do want to eat, right?" The human could see Karkat's ears perk a bit at the mention of food. He chuckled and pulled away from the troll. "Is there anything trolls can't eat, you know stuff that makes you sick?""I think no." He replied."That's good!" He tugged him along, "It'd hate to hurt you or something on accident." Karkat sat down at the table next to John and across from his father. John set a plate of food down in front of him. "Here, I sorta grabbed a bit of everything, Dad and I aren't sure what you like yet, so he made a bunch of stuff."Karkat's eyes grew wide at the amount of food, he could feel his mouth water, 'God this is pathetic, I'm reacting like a starved beast.' He grabbed a piece of meat and froze; he noticed the older human grab the utensil by his side. "Fuck," he muttered putting the meat down and grabbing the pronged instrument, 'Goddamn it Karkat get a fuc