This is old, and was supposed to go for particular uses of the English language, like simile, alliteration, etc., so forgive the corniness and/or badness. Oh, by the way, this is the precursor for "Dance or Die: a Fanfiction". Yup. This started it all.
Fun fact: my teacher wrote "Original story or fanfiction?" on the quiz paper. She knows me.
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Nathan and Derek sat in a clean white holding cell, nervously awaiting their fate. They were in an enormous amount of trouble, but for why they didn't understand. Nathan was just defending his friend sitting by him on the bench in the horrifyingly silent room.
"What if we tried to get out?" Derek asked, pulling at the sleeves of his blue-and-black striped hoodie. Nathan turned his head and glared like he had witnessed something awful.
"Yeah, sounds fun to get crushed by the space vacuum," he replied. He folded his arms tighter, and Derek faced the door again, unwilling to say any more. The curved ceiling stared down at them, the barely visible stars glinting and dancing in the darkening sky. Nathan looked up at the window and absentmindedly traced lines on his white jacket with his finger.
HISS... The door slid open to reveal the Tanlock Tarthith Tob. The 20-somethings in the cell immediately sat up straight, eyes wide with fear and a dreadful anticipation.
"You're going to have a few companions in a short while. Delinquents as well."
The door whirred shut as the Tanlock walked out of view, and the two breathed a grateful sigh that they weren't going to die or be exiled, at least not yet.
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A Collection of Short Works
RandomI get ideas sometimes and I have to write them out.
