GingerAlchemist

Out of breath from running so far, I crashed into the hospital doors, forcing them open. Rushing up to the counter, I immediately caught the assistant's attention. "Can I help you, sir?" Panting and holding onto my knees for support, I managed to say, "I'm looking for ____ ____." She checked her computer screen. "Sorry sir, but I'm afraid  I can't allow you to see her. She's in surgery right now. As soon as we know anything, we'll tell you alright?" I jerked my head up, a look of panic spreading across my face. I nodded submissively and went to take a seat in the waiting room. -Several minutes previously- I sighed, looking around my dir

He has always intrigued me. Ever since the first encounter, I've spent hours with him, trying to figure him out. I have been called a child prodigy by some. Music, math, arts, writing; you name it, I've attempted it. And not just in school. Fencing, tennis, judo, soccer, dance, javelin, archery, track, theater; I've done them all and not only triumphed, but excelled, putting in 110%. The point is, I'm rather smart. I've always been pretty good at reading people just by watching how they talk, interact,dress, their body movements, facial expressions; the world is a giant library, each person a book for me to peruse at my leisure. But not

You stifled a giggle as you were introduced to your new co-worker. You could already tell that you and her were going to get along great, judging from her flamboyant attire. She had sparkly magenta cat ears in her blonde hair, bright pink glasses, and an adorable blue sequined shirt. Seeing her dressed up like that made you feel a little less self conscious about the vibrant purple dress and lime green cardigan you had chosen for your first day of your new job. "Miss _______, this is Penelope Garcia, and she's going to be your trainer for the first few weeks." Said the pretty blonde who had met you at the entrance of the big government build

Cold. That's how I felt. The one person I loved, the only person I had really trusted.... She was gone. I sat there, on the newly overturned earth, and turned my head to look up at the stars. She would be up there tonight. Tears flowed from my eyes, dripping from my chin, falling to the ground. Why? Why did you have to go? I knew I wasn't the only one who felt this way. She touched the heart of everyone she knew. Not one person who met her had anything negative to say. She was an angel. She was a goddess. She was hope. At the funeral today, not one attendee's eyes were dry. We all loved her, cherished her, adored her. The impac

'Oh great,' I thought to myself. 'Germany's going to be so mad. He's always furious when someone gets there late!' I was in the middle of running to the world conference, after oversleeping. I usually was very good about being on time, but after flying from (country name) to Japan, my jet-lag had gotten the best of me. I had ended up missing my alarm and only waking up when I got a phone call from America. "______, dude, where are you? The meeting started, like twenty minutes ago! You're totally missing out! Britain and Frenchy are really going at it this time! It's Freaking hilarious!!!!" I sat up straight in bed, suddenly wide awake. "WH