@SomeGuy:

Please don't do that. If I have mistakes do point them out, only that way I can improve myself and you know I won't get offended or mind if someone point out that I wrote that or mispelled or did grammar mistakes. You do know that I like to improve myself especially in english, after all, I might need it in a near future ne? =P
So be sure to share with me about those specific bits!
Hehe one of the things I most enjoy is learning new words to add to my vocabulary even in my language Portuguese I try to learn and use many different and stylish words as possible. Its fun and makes you look smart.
Happy to hear you liked it too. I'll sure to give my best next sunday!

@red tigress:

Thank you Red. It means alot to hear such a nice compliment from you and I'm also happy to hear that I was able to make you visualize since I love to read stuff that you can actually imagine in your head ^_^ Thank you!

@ShadowLight:

You get the second-language benefit, so I won't bug you about the more specific bits. I will say, though, that seeing as English borrows so much from so many different languages, you already have an awesome vocabulary; seeing words like tedious, static and famish just made me happy.

You definitely set up a really good atmosphere with this. Very nice!

And as Becky says, the best way to improve at writing is to keep writing, so I hope we'll get to see you around on Sundays more and more!

so glad other people posted besides me. Damn, you guys all write depressing things...

Anyways, already commented on SG's. Shadow, I thought you really did an especially good job with painting the setting, I could really see everything clearly in my mind, it was awesome!

Beck, I loved the sarcastic tone you had in yours, especially the where she was fantasizing her death and tombstone, haha. Awesome job!

@NightBeck:

Heh, Just something I did quite fast. I know that I'm better drawing than writing but still I'm glad you like it. ^_^

Okay I know that I’m not exactly subscribed here but after reading this I really felt I should give it a try. It HAS been quite awhile since I’ve wrote something but I felt inspired today and btw Becky that tips truly helps!
Please pardon me for my grammar or spelling mistakes. XP

Still I hope you enjoy nonetheless. I actually like how this came out.

It’s been raining for days now but that didn’t discourage people to go out. The traffic lines were long and tedious, the cars were moving slowly forward, very slowly it almost seemed that they weren’t moving at all. Streets were covered by anonymous people walking around. It almost looked like flowers and not people at all due to all the numerous umbrellas each one with a different colour.
Everyone seemed to be in a hurry to get somewhere, or they seemed to know where they should go or where they would be expected so they were moving in masses absorbed in what they had to do or go, except a small boy.
He was static; he almost looked like a statue, nailed to the floor glancing intensely to something inside his coat.
He was between all that crowds; they kept bumping into him carelessly almost making him fall numerous times but all he really cared was the teddy bear he was carrying and protecting so dearly and desperately from the rain. He was cold, hungry and tired but looking to the happy face of that wrecked teddy made all those feelings unimportant.
- “It’ll be alright one day you will see.”, he said to the teddy while snuggling it.
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He lost count of how many hours he stood there waiting, he called, he yelled, he cried for help but no one cared, no one bother to listen. It’s almost like he had vanished from the world. It didn’t matter anymore. He was too tired, too hungry, to cold to care about the others, at least, someone was looking back at him and making him smile and feel needed something that he didn’t felt for a long time.
A few more hours passed, the rain kept strong as always and the boy was still in the same spot, the only thing that changed were that now he was famish, he was exhausted, his limbs were numb and he was slowly falling into a deep sleep.
The sounds of the cars buzzing, people talking were so vague and far far away now. Falling a sleep would be wonderful now, maybe he could dream of being embraced by someone or feel the sun warming his cheeks again or at least when he wake up this was all just a bad dream and someone would come running and cuddle him to calm him down. Wouldn’t that be wonderful? Yes. Maybe. Just for awhile. He would close his eyes and this would happen.

“Oh my god, Joseph! This poor child, his all alone out here in the rain!”, sounded like a whisper. Was he dreaming already?- He felt something warm and soft being wrapped around him and then being lift softly and with care. “He must be lost…” a warm soft hand rubbed his cheek – “He’s so cold! He must have been here for hours! How could anyone haven’t notice him before us?! Poor thing…”
-This must definitely be a dream- he thought, he wanted to open his eyes but a fear suddenly grew, what if it was really dream? Or was something that his mind that was so exhausted was making up to comfort him? It was wonderful to be touched again and to know that someone cared enough to notice, carry and taking him to probably somewhere safe and warm. What if he opened his eyes and all that warm feelings were gone? It would be too much for him if that happened. Being abandoned once again would be too hard. No. He wouldn’t open his eyes, not yet at least.
Carefully someone laid him in some warm place and he felt arms surrounding him, slowly he opened his eyes but everything was dark and blur, he could only see a silhouette leaning towards him and whispering in his ear softly:

“Don’t worry dear, you’re safe now. We’ll take care of you.”

I know too depressing but hey it has a happy ending. ^_^

I just finished mine just now.

And I'm in total agreement about the brilliance of potato chips.

Hehehe, I actually had a lot of fun doing this. I hope more people get in on the action! *Kicks SG*

Butuo was currently shuffling through the mounds of paper, trash, books, and all sorts of electronics in his tiny apartment. Sweat could be seen pouring down his bald head to his thick neck. With sweaty arms the size of small trees, he threw objects to the left and right of his massive body without looking where they were landing. As soon as a he hit carpet, he hurriedly shuffled to the opposite corner where he began his frivolous search anew.

The tv was on, but to him it was muffled background noise, much like the busy traffic outside his second story window. All that occupied his thoughts was finding the precious item that he had lost. The setting sun shown dimly through his blinds on to his couch, which was speckled with bits of food, much more so than the rest of his apartment. Old potato chip flakes, popcorn kernels, and some melted chocolate encased the dull blue surface.

Butuo sat down warily after an hour of searching, his head clasped in his hands in despair. Just then, a knock sounded at the door. “Butou? Can I come in?” a young girl’s voice asked.

“It’s unlocked,” he said warily, not looking up. A girl who seemed to be Butou’s opposite in appearance opened the door inward, pushing piles of trash out of the way. She had a small, plastic grocery bag with her. Her pink hair had been pulled back into pigtails, and she lightly hopped over to the couch, her mini skirt fluttering a bit, smiling at the bigger man. She plopped down beside him and took the remote off of Butou’s cluttered coffee table. She flicked the channels a bit until she found the one she was looking for.

She reached into her grocery bag, pulling out a bag of special potato chips. “I thought you might like these before the premiere of Death Note!” She smiled happily at him.

He looked up, and slowly his face broke out into a huge grin, and he grabbed the girl tightly in his arms, hugging her. “You’re the best, sis.”