Bittersweet Candy Bowl

He sighed as watching out his window, watching Lucy, “i love Lucy” Carter sighed

“For the last time i am quite positive i am in no such device as this matrix you speak of.” “And quit calling me Neo, my birth name is McCain, I just like black trench coats.”

i’d bet anything that it was david who was saying that

“Don’t wanna be a fat man,” muttered Mike, as he started his second round on the gym’s equipment.


“Let me bring you songs from the woods,” whispered Augustus as he watched Daisy from a distance. “To make you feel much better than you could know…”


Tee hee. Some songs just cannot be made to sound… not ominous. ^_^

“Not trying to cause a big sensation,” said McCain bluntly. He adjusted his sunglasses, turned his back on them, and sang “Just talking ‘bout my generation.”

Paulo readied his weaponry. “Lock and load, bitches,” he muttered, before diving into the fray upon the bedsheets.

After receiving the call from Sandy, Michael was certain that his head was going to burst with excitement. “I’m walking on sunshine,” he said, while dancing with himself.


“Carry on, my wayward son,” murmured Paulo’s father, after his child had left the house. “There’ll be peace when you are done…”

“Lay your weary head to rest,” whispered Lily as she petted the resting white furred girl. Then while wiping a tear away from the young figures’ eye, “Don’t you cry no more…”

“Bum! Bud-da-da-da dun dun DADA!” David sang the guitar solo loudly, frightening many people around him.

What? We have a theme going.

With Paulo strumming on the guitar, Sue banging the drums, and McCain chilling on the Bass; Mike and Lucy went back to back for the finale. “Carry on, you will always remember,
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor!”

Oh, this is fantastic. ^_^


A ragged and disshevelled David ran frantically from boy to girl, from girl to boy, and shouted “Have you seen the bridge?” at them in a despairing voice. When he reached Sue, she replied calmly: “I haven’t seen the bridge.”

Paulo had no idea what to think about his new body. He had fallen into the Spring of the Drowned Girl.

Abbey’s worried eyes met Daisy’s steady, mischievous grin as he placed the fuzzy handcuffs back in their wrapping. He took the hint with a gulp.

Michael and Lucy broke their kiss and glared at Sue. “Again!” she gleefully exclaimed from her director’s chair.

He turned the last page then calmly walked to a corner and curled in a fetal position, rocking back and forth. Abbey had never read Oedipus before.

Hours later, the now frustrated Sue ran up on stage stating: “Like this!” before kissing Mike with a very passionate and deep longing. A silent and intense jealousy arouse in McCain as he looked on from the Light booth, completely unaware of the Techy’s request of a C-wrench.

As the heart-wrenching screams of the new and currently burning fancharacters fell upon the ears of the figures who escaped months earlier, they simply turned towards each other to share a look of knowing what was yet to come. They each simply tightened their trenchcoats and hide their faces with a tilt of their hats and continued on, knowing that they were never safe as long as they existed within a world they never belonged to in the first place.

The water forcible flushed out the last bit of air in Lucy’s lungs and the world began to fade around her as she drifted into the depths. When the chirping of birds awoke the white furred girl later on, she stared at the sky confused at first, but she then quickly recalled a figure swimming towards her with an outstretched hand.