|Everyone here has Awesome Art!!!!|
|Everyone here has Awesome Art!!!!|
Ib Ficlet-Losing ItMary walked along the tiles, keeping her feet inside it's small dimensions as she went on her way. She passed by various paintings and statues that called for her attention, but the little girl passed them by without a word. She had someone she was going to see, someone who would always be with her...if she was still sane at the time.Ib Ficlet-Losing It by TheEchoingSoul
Mary found the painting and plopped down onto the ground, sitting indian style as she waited. The woman in the painting looked down at her before smiling and giving a small wave. The blonde's face split into a smile, "Hello! ow are you today?"
The woman tapped her chin to think, her brows furrowing, "Oh, not very well. Being in this place is making my lucid moments far and few inbetween."
Mary nodded sadly, truly feeling sorry for the brunette haired woman. She could tell that the gallery was starting to get to the woman without her even having to say anything, it was evident through her actions.
"Well, maybe we'll get out someday." Mary stated as she pul
Ib Ficlet-Blue DollNote: To get the full feel, play [Ib] "Memory" - Ib's theme extended (Title music long version) while reading.Ib Ficlet-Blue Doll by TheEchoingSoul
The tiny blue doll scampered down the hall, giggling to itself. It was in search of Mary, but had yet to find the blonde girl who loved him so. He always felt happy with the girl, and he has so many friends that love to be around him! He should be happy, but he isn't.
Why, even though he just wants to be friends, do visitors always find him scary? Why do they kick him and push him away? He just wants to be friends, to be happy, to laugh, and have fun. Mary and him had read the book on making friends together and it said that he should be nice and open up many opportunities for interaction, which he does!
The little blue doll couldn't really talk, his voice normally scares the visitors, so he writes on the walls. That way they wouldn't find him as scary! But why wasn't it working? He just wanted to play. All of the others wanted the same thing, but everyone always runs away or
Ib Ficlet-CreationMary was getting bored of her home. There weren't any new areas to explore and, even though she liked to play with everyone else, it was all just getting old. Nothing new really ever happened, no one had visited them in a very long time, and some of them didn't want to play when she did. Sighing to herself, Mary plopped down onto the floor in her room, pursing her lips as she tried to think up of something to do.Ib Ficlet-Creation by TheEchoingSoul
She looked down at the book she's been reading and debated on if she wanted to continue reading it at the moment, but decided not to. It was going to be the same book for a long time and she had all the time in the world to read it. She picked up her sketchbook and looked at all her drawings.
Her latest drawing had been of a town. There were flowers to make it pretty, a message board, and even a lake for swimming. She added a few butterflies on one strip of road and smiled at them. She continued to draw a few more houses as The Lady in Red and
Meet the ParentsGarry nervously fidgeted with his jacket, wondering if he should take it off or not. He glance sideways at his reflection in a store's window to assess himself before he started to mess with his hair and jacket again. It was almost August, and it was too humid out for the heavy article of clothing, but Garry couldn't stop himself from wearing it. It seemed to fit that he would wear it on that particular day.Meet the Parents by TheEchoingSoul
In exactly fifteen minutes and twenty-seven seconds, Garry would meet Ib's parents. He had exchanged numbers with Ib nearly a month beforehand. It was earlier that week that she had finally called, asking him to come over to meet her parents so that they could freely hang out and eat macaroons like he promised. Her father had talked with him and set up the date and time that worked for both of them, which was Friday at noon. Garry would have lunch with them and then they would go from there. All week Garry had waited for Friday, and now that it was finally here, he was freaked out
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Not only only was Garry suddenly pushed to the ground, he had this hot informant he just met land on top of him. A vending machine came soaring over both of their heads, only to be followed by the enraged cry of Izaya's name from a more than pissed of blonde haired brute. Garry tried to keep up but he just wasn't ready for the agility. He had the ability to run fast. After all he had a slim, tall body, but