Saint Peter

First off, I have to give kudos, moxie, props and whatever else you can throw at Miss Elerding. Second off? I actually have a second off.

Saint Peter

Peter's class was looking forward to today for today was April 1st - better known as April Fool's Day and everyone of those students knew that he was the best class clown, the funniest, and always had the best pranks. For instance, last year he had locked the entrance doors to the school and everyone had to congregate outside - teachers and all - and then he turned on the sprinklers. Two years ago Peter even rigged the PA system at school to play "Highway To Hell" over and over all day - and no one could stop it until the next day (a few hours into the next day).

The class held their breath as they went into the school - and found the door unlocked. They held their breath as they sat down - and didn't hear a song. They held their breath every time the door opened to see when Peter was going to make his entrance.

Peter walked into the classroom calmly, everyone's eyes on him - awaiting for the excitement. He sat down in his seat and slowly got out his materials, ready for the day. He was quiet and well-behaved. Shocking the classmates and the faculty. The day seemed to go on without incident - though everyone was simply waiting for the prank, the con, the laughter. When the final bell rang that day, Peter got this belongings and made his way to the door, only to be stopped by a quiet classmate of his who rarely spoke up, a classmate who seemed to always be in her own world, a classmate who no one really knew, she stopped him and asked him what was wrong.

Peter smiled sadly and said, "This is the day upon which we are reminded of what we are on the other three hundred and sixty-four. - Mark Twain." And with that, he walked away, leaving the girl behind in his dancing shadow.

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Darkness' Embrace

Okay. Based off a true event in my life. It is also a Psych fanfic but I posting the orignal version of it. Enjoy.

I stared down at all the blood, swallowing dryly. There is so much more than there should be. The deep red liquid just seems to keep pouring out of me, faster than it should. This is not good, I think idly to myself as I stumbled into the next room.

I close my heavy eyes, I may not last much longer. Not after a wound like this. But there is always hope, or at least that's what I have always thought. That's what always kept me happy. Hope. I hoped I would be able to keep my wits about long enough to find help. My sister is near by. I'm sure. She had to be near. She was waiting for me.

Did she need my help? I can't remember, my mind is beginning to get foggy. Never a good sign. I look down again, the blood was still coming at an unusual rate. Ah, great. My hands have now started trembling. I really need my sister's help. Although who knew how she would act around the excess amount of blood.

Yes, the blood. I stumble a few more steps, then leaned against the unforgiving desk. The wound is burning. It hurts like none other I had ever had before. Which surprises me a bit, because I felt so far gone that I shouldn't have felt anything anymore. But as I take a deep breath, I am reminded of the pain that can be felt. It is still there, radiating from the wound.

In all honesty, I hadn't expected to get a wound like this. Not at that time anyway. I had thought I was being decently careful, but it seemed as if I hadn't. And the pain had actually started before the excessive bleeding. Just didn't seem right. Not in the least.

I mumble something to myself, not quite sure what I've said as I slide down the side of the desk to where I am suddenly sitting on the floor. My glass eyes look around the room one last time. I am feeling cold now. And I know need to get help. The blood loss is just too much. I am suddenly no longer sitting on the floor, but laying on it. When did that happen? I shake my head, trying to clear the fog, but it seems to be no good.

I take a shaky and painful breath, calling out my sister's name. Where is my trusty sister? I want to see a friendly face right now. Even if I can't see it very well, I still needed to see it. But it is not coming into view. Oh well, I just can't stand the pain anymore. I close my eyes and give into darkness' embrace and take my last brea-

"What are you doing?"

I can hear the sneer in her voice as I open my eyes and sigh, "You just ruined my very dramatic death." I state.

My sister rolls her eyes at me, "Grow up. It's just a silly paper cut."

End

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Regular Joe

Orignal story time! Though, I have also made this into a fanfic for Supernatural. I perfer the orginal story, so that's the one I'm posting. Do enjoy.


I felt a smile tug at my lips as I opened the door into the shop. The aroma hit my nose, causing my mouth to water. Licking my lips I ignored the bell that announced my presence. My whole body was aquiver from just the thought of what I was going to get. I nodded to the people nearest me, knowing they shared the same addiction as I had. And I needed my fix now. My mouth felt dry, thinking about how long it had been since I last had some. Hours. It had been hours. Or was it a day? Oh god, I hope it wasn't a day. I felt my smile grow wider as I got closer to the counter of shop. My body needed it, I knew my sister could tell. Whenever I hadn't had any in a while, I tended to get moody.

I noticed that my sister smiled as she went through the door. Despite the fact that she wasn't as addicted to the drink as I am, she still craved it. When she didn't get any she didn't really change. For her it was just something she enjoyed. She didn't need it. Though she could see how my body seemed to tremble with the need. Luckily we were in the store and I would get my fix soon. Thank god.

I walked up to the smooth counter surface and smiled to the girl across from me. Her reddish brown hair with natural blonde highlights was pulled back in a pony tail, her earrings just gold studs which accented her lightly tanned skin and ice blue eyes, "May I help you?"

Giving a crooked smile I replied, "I'd like some coffee."

She nodded, "What kind would you like?"

I blinked. What kind? "Uh. Coffee."

She rolled her eyes, "What kind of coffee do you want?"

The hell was she talking about? "I just want plain coffee."

"What?" She raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Coffee, y'know. Uh. Comes from coffee beans. I kinda thought that you guys would sell it here ‘cause, y’know, this is a coffee shop." I was getting aggravated. Why were they hoarding all the coffee? I wanted his coffee. No, I needed my coffee.

"Yeah, this is a coffee shop," she was starting to sound annoyed, "Now if you would only tell me what kind you want-"

"Coffee!" I said, wondering what the girl's problem was, "I just want some coffee!"

"I get that, but what kind?!" She was meeting my tone of voice, not backing down.

"I just want coffee! Plain coffee. Should be simple enough for you to get."

"I don't know what you're talking about," The girl sighed, "Just please, tell me what kind of coffee you want."

My sister choose this moment to put in her order, "Miss? I'd like white chocolate mocha frappuccino with non-fat milk and no whip."

The girl smiled, "That sounds easy enough. Be right up."

I gaped. What the hell just happened? And what the hell did she just order? I didn't hear the word 'coffee' at all. I turned towards my sister, staring at her. I shook my head, unable to wrap around the fact that this 'coffee shop' didn't sell coffee. That was false advertising.

The girl came back and handed my sister her concoction, then turned back to me, smile gone, "Have you decided what you want yet?"

"Yeah, I want coffee," I stated again.

She spoke with strain in her voice, "It's like I've been saying, if you'd only tell me what kind you want I can get you your coffee."

"I want coffee. Just coffee," I spoke slowly.

"What kind-"

"Can you get me your manager?" I suggested.

She smiled, probably glad to pawn the inane customer off, "Sure. Give me a sec."

My sister sipped her white chocolate mocha frappuccino with non-fat milk and no whip with a slight smirk. Shaking her head, she leaned against the counter, probably thinking it could be a while before I got what he wanted.

Before long a middle aged man came up. His hair a plain brown and needed a cut, eyes sunken in and dark against pale skin, "Ashley tells me that you have a problem. May I try my best to help you with it?"

"Want to know what my problem is? Ashley won't give me any coffee," I stated.

"I'll get you your coffee," the man smiled, "What kind would you like?"

I sighed, "Coffee. Just plain black coffee."

The man's smiled faded, "What?"

"God, you people don't sell coffee here do you?" I needed my coffee now, or I'd go nuts, "I want black coffee. That's it."

Swallowing, the man nodded, "I'm sure I can get some of that. What kind of black coffee do you want?"

"What?" My voice low.

"We've got Brazil ipanema, breakfast blend, Guatemala antigua, house blend, terraza blend, Arabian, sulawesi, and Italian roast. They are our most popular."

"Coffee. I want. Plain. Black. Regular. Coffee." I replied, I felt my fingers curl into fists at my sides.

Apparently my sister also noted my hands and decided she'd better get me out of there before something regrettable happened, "Hey," she put a hand on my shoulder, "how about we go to a restaurant and I get you your plain black regular coffee." She kept her voice light, not wanting to push me over the edge, after all, I got moody when I didn't have my coffee.

I nodded and turned my back on the man, "Why does this place call itself a coffee shop?" I muttered under my breath as I made my way out to the street, "All I wanted was a regular cup of joe."

End

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