|The Tythi Region Fakedex. Please, come help sprite, it's not getting done fast enough!|
I draw fakemon.
More recently, I write Homestuck poetry.
Even MORE recently, I started working on an original story.
What else do you want me to say?
Dinner with Ann and DavidDinner with Ann and DavidDinner with Ann and David by majorkerina
"Listen. Please be nice."
Lisa sunk her eyes calmly. It felt like something my older sister used to do. I gave her a nod.
Ann opened the door first after Lisa knocked. She pushed her glasses up and her long hair back. She smiled and said, "Oh. Hi. Brought a friend?"
"Yeah, Ann. Sorry. She begged me."
I gave Ann a polite smile. "It's very nice to meet you."
Ann nodded. "Same to you. Come on in."
Lisa and I sat on a couch near the open kitchen. David was standing over a pot of noodles with waves of steam flowing high.
Ann walked over to his side and peered into the pot. She frowned and picked up the bottle of olive oil. David coughed and asked, "What are you doing?"
Ann twisted the cap. "I always add olive oil."
David frowned. "But I don't like it."
Ann kept the bottle in her hands. "Well, you can cook it how you like but I think it turns out better with olive oil."
I watched them stare at one another. It was hard for me to imagine that they were actually
The Cleaning LadyI clapped my hands together and saved the document I was working on. I heard a set of squeaky wheels rolling just outside my door. A moment later, the door to my office slowly opened.The Cleaning Lady by majorkerina
The face that peered through caught my eye. It was one of the night janitors. I raised my hand and said, Im just finishing up.
The janitor had an unkempt mop of black hair spiraling from under a denim cap. The janitor tipped the cap and the hair spilled out.
I stared longer than was kind because I wasnt sure of the individuals gender till I noticed the subtle rise cross her chest. She wasnt much of a looker at all. Butch at best. She seemed to have little regard for her appearance and even went so far as scratch her back and draw up a gob of phlegm.
I printed out my work and arranged it orderly.
Without prompting, she said, her voice a rasp between a smokers and pubescent boys, I dont recommend working late. It never gets you ahead.
The EssayThe EssayThe Essay by majorkerina
Brian! Hi! Could you help me with something? I just got assigned an essay to write in my philosophy class and I picked something I think you can help me with. I just want to hear a few of your thoughts. That ok? Beth Hart looked up at Brian Fellows with expectant eyes. Hed just put the key in the door to his dorm. He turned around with a tired smile and looked over Beth. Itd been a long day at work but he was more than happy to devote his time to her.
Brian held open the door for Beth as she skipped in, plucked a jar of peanut butter from the counter and began finger-scooping it out. Brian frowned at her, to which she stuck out her brown tongue and remarked, No wurs than you do!
She then scoured the fridge for a cold Guinness but found only lukewarm Coors, Tom just got back didnt he? Beth cradled the bottle in her hands and glanced down the hall.
If you mean he went shopping, thats partly true. He got those and
Worlds of Dreams TGWorlds of Dreams
On the still, shimmering shores of Crystalle Bay, Risa looked to the west. The mercenaries were close. She could taste their silver on the wind.
“Are they coming?” The boy she called ‘Bento’ asked with his hands clinging in front of him.
Tipping the hood of her cloak back, Risa’s pale-orange hair undulated and danced, branching into long whorling waves. She stretched out her hand and drew forth her spirit sword. Her flaming hair began to smolder with darker, prickly patches. The last time she’d done this, she’d turned all her clothes soot-black. Bento took a step back.
They’d come from the turbulent east where the winds had formed the sand to jagged rocks and castle builders made mansions which lasted a day. Beyond that, the salt-rusted mecha colonized by gray gulls and the sailboat cities of brackish lagoons. All that way, the mercenaries had followed.
Her spirit sword flowed from a fine, twinkling tip whic