Short stories and other random writing

  Emo 12 Days of Christmas On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a choker that looks good on me On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 2 warp tour tickets and a choker that looks good on me. On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 3 punk rock albums, 2 tickets to warp tour and a choker that looks good on me. On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, four Skelanimals, 3 punk rock albums, 2 warp tour tickets, and a choker that looks good on me. On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 5 studded belts! 4 skelanimals, 3 punk rock albums, 2 warp tour tickets, and a choker that looks good on me. On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 6 pairs of converse, 5 studded belts! 4 skelanimals, 3 punk rock albums, 2 warp tour tickets, and a choker that looks good on me. On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 7 band t-shirts, 6 pairs of converse, 5 studded belts! 4 skelanimals, 3 punk rock al

  Who Knew the Skatepark Could be Romantic? Sick Day "Hey babe, I'm back! Sorry my publishing meeting ran long." Lyric said as she came in the house. "babe? You home?" She said, a little worried. Lyric went upstairs to their bedroom, and there she found her boyfriend sound asleep on the bed. "aww babe" Lyric said fondly. Coltrane started to wake up, and Lyric noticed that his eyes were cloudy and glazed over. Actually he was really pale and shaking. "hey baby." he said weakly. "Oh my gosh babe, are you sick?" Lyric placed a hand on Coltrane's head and hissed at the heat coming off him. "oh my gosh you're burning up Colt!" She said smoothing the blue hair from his face. "I don't feel good." "my poor boy, don't worry I'll make you feel better." Lyric grabbed a bunch of stuff that she thought would help Coltrane feel better, a hot water bottle, medicine for nausea, a cool cloth, a fever

  Who knew the skatepark could be romantic? The year is 2006, in the small town of imagination Ontario (made up town, real province) There is a young woman named Lyric, Melody, Anderson. Her parents are really into music. Anyway Lyric is a pretty woman, or at least that's what people told her. She was 5,7 slim, with grey eyes, and pitch black hair. She wore black square shaped glasses, and was your typical emo girl. Every Saturday after dinner Lyric would lace up her high tops, and head down to the skatepark. It wasn't too far from her house, so she could walk there. That's where she is now, Lyric is a writer, always wanted to write. A lot of her books have been best sellers. Right now she is sitting on the edge of one of the ramps, with her laptop out trying to come up with a new idea. When suddenly, she heard this wooshing sound. As she looked up, Lyric saw a skater tearing it up on the ramp. The skater was so cool looking, electric blue hair, a lip piercing, thick black