Word War! 2 (Ref&Schro&Silv)

[Jenny (Reffy)]

Pillow:
Reffy:
“Hey, hey! Get off! That is not a pillow!” I chuckle as I push away the dog, who’d steadily been climbing up my side to use my breast as a pillow. She’d already got in the way of me reading my book and had nearly pushed over the hot drink I’d brought with me. So much for a relaxing time with a book and hot drink! The bloody mutt just had to get in the way – didn’t she! With her crazy fluffy white curls and mournful eyes. With the spare hand (that had been holding the book) I nudge her away lovingly and off my side.

Schro:
She lifted herself out of the covers, weakly. The sun shined in through the window, stabbing into her eyes like knives - even when she closed them, it'd cut through and keep her in pain. Angrily, she turned over, only to find that the other side of the room had a window as well. Her eyes widened; this isn't my house, she thought. The walls, n

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Failure:
Reffy:
Fuckit! I knew I would fail again. Did I honestly think that changing the direction of the curling tongs would make that much difference? Why was it always so difficult to get that perfect curl? I’d tried everything from hair-sprays to egg-white to curling it whilst hanging upside-down. Charlie always got it perfect and she said it was easy but this was proving to be anything but easy! I’d even burnt my fingers, for the sixth time this week! Ugh! It just wasn’t fair! Why did I have to be born with stupidly uncurly hair? The stuff ever does anything I want it to.

Schro:
"F." He shivered, just looking at it. Sure, he doubted his parents would really care if he failed a measly quiz, but for some reason it was staying with him. It was a minor little test on history. The class had been teaching something a little bit out of his comfort zone - maybe that was it. It was just too far into a place he didn't want to go. He looked it over. The only thing that made his physically ill was the letter at the top of the page. Something about the whole situation wasn't right, he knew.

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Sunshine:
Reffy:
The sunshine came filtering in through the window, catching me square in the eyes. With a queasy groan I try to roll over without being sick. Why did I drink so much the night before? Did I think it smart or funny? I can barely remember any of it. The light is still trying to get at me with its vicious claws raking across my back, warming the sliver of my back that pokes out from under the covers. I huff and then suddenly wish I hadn’t done so! My breath stinks and my tongue feels like it has things growing on it.

Schro
"Walkin' on sunshine, oh-oh-oh! I'm walkin' on sunshine, oh-oh-oh - and boy, it feels good!"
He slammed his fist into the radio to get it to change the channel. His mom shot him a deadly glare. She opened her mouth and he cringed.
"You know I fucking love that song, Jerry."
"Yeah, well, I don't."
She clenched her fists. That fucking kid. Slowly, she walked over, her steps dramatically punctuated by the clap of her heels. With

[Jenny (Reffy)]

Fairies[/u]
Reffy:
The small buzzing beside my ear grew louder as I regained consciousness. My eyes drifted over the scenery, unable to pick out anything substantial. I tried to swat away the buzzing but it just became louder again with sounded more irritated. I groaned something in response hoping that what ever it was understood ... obviously it did for seconds later I felt a sharp pinching feeling on my ear and the sudden whoosh of blood. “What the ...?” This time I sat up and finally I saw it: a freakin’ tinkerbell, floating not that far away from my nose. “You things bite?”

Silver:
The chittering voices echoed across the forest, the cackling little monsters rushing forward and striking with improvised daggers. Splinters ripped from trees, the little children screamed as the torturing monsters chased them down. One of them slipped into the mouth of the nearest child, worming its way down the body, the splinter spearing the heart, allowing the foul little monster to suck free the gushing blood. It burst from the chest of the dead boy, cackling in its gory coat. The others continued to dance and torture the other children. A large dog ended this, biting through each monster quickly.

[Jenny (Reffy)]

Intentional[/u]
Reffy:
“Dude! I said it wasn’t intentional! I didn’t mean to –“
Gared cut him off mid-sentence. “How the fuck do you not mean to kiss my sister? What, you tripped over the table? And accidentally landed on her lips with yours? I don’t believe you for a second! Unintentional, my ass!” Gared shoved Robby further up the wall by the scruff of his neck and t-shirt.
Gared was normally the quiet kid. Mum had always said it was the quiet ones you needed to watch but Robby had never expected this! It had only been a peck as well. Nothing substantial or even emotional ... well, he reconsidered, maybe it was emotional for her and she is rather fit looking ... “Lemme down dude!”

Silver:
It wasn’t intentional. That’s what he said to himself. It wasn’t intentional. As she bled out, on the cold table, the scalpel through her heart. A slip of the wrist, it wasn’t intentional! That’s what was said, as he was carted off. His cackling mouth frightening all the others in the hospital, it wasn’t intentional. He didn’t mean to frighten them. It wasn’t intentional, he didn’t mean to strangle the man. It wasn’t intentional. These were the words he repeated to himself as they surrounded him. It wasn’t intention- that was the last thought that survived in him as the gun fired.

(Silver cheated by re-typing one sentence a few times ... but strangely, in this instance, it actually works since it adds to the emotion of the piece. However! No more cheating! Although, it should be noted that he is the first to actually do this ...)