Communistrussia Stories

"Ash. what's that?" My eyes roved the spherical miracle dot on the supernova express flatscreen (aka the window). It kind of looked like some awful combination of rusted copper and bubblegum ice-cream had been splattered in a perfect ball on window. Gods I missed ice-cream, though I would rather eat the weird mush-mush bags we'd been shoving down our throats for the last 5 months than let my lips touch fucking bubblegum flavoured anything. "That's a planet." "No shit. Which planet mighty aerospace engineer?" "You know this one. You watched Lost in Space 10 times." The last 5 months on the ship had worn down my idea of life outside. Ash and I were a pair of mackerels bagged up in a metal tin-can and tossed into volcanic sludge. The idea of fresh air made my chest palpitate. "Think we'll find Communist's?" "I'm not steering this thing, but I think we're about to find out comrade."

a fanfic about mine and my friend's inside jokes heavily inspired by that one shitty danny+drew fanfic i promise this is not what im wasting my gcse English skills on ~ the night was young, and mr Pearson was out hunting (he was a werewolf, an alpha to be exact). suddenly he runs into a lone deer, sad and tired as he runs away from the werewolf pack. Pearson approaches this deer, spiked with interest will this end in love or blood?