aFigureOfSpeech

Title: Start of the Day Author: aFigureOfSpeech (rath_robin_rye) Fandom: Being Human Disclaimer: Don't own Being Human, wish I did, but I don't. Character/Pairing(s): Annie, Mitchell Rating: K Word Count: 469 Summary: Some mornings are better than others. General quality has been on the rise, though. (Mitchell, Annie) ---- It's morning, or so the buzzing of his alarm clock tells him. He wakes up cold: cold lips, cold hands, cold heart, cold body. It's hardly different from most other days (lately, anyway), so he ignores it with the ease of long practice. The lingering nightmares aren't anything new either; he can ignore them almost a

Title: Poison Heart Author: aFigureOfSpeech (rath_robin_rye) Word Count: 401 Fandom: Harry Potter Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Pairing: horcrux!Harry/horcrux!Hermione Rating: T Prompt: by likeserendipity: horcrux!harry/horcrux!hermione, you have ghosts in your lungs; i taste them when we kiss Summary: They are still very very real. -- He is rage. He is pain. He is everything that turns people against one another. He is everything that ends all hope. He is everything that kills. She is fear. She is hate. She is everything that one wishes to hide from. She is everything that one will never escape. She is everything that de

Author: aFigureOfSpeech Title: More Than Anything – Chapter 3 Word Count: 1,229 Pairing: KevinxGwen Rating: T (just to be on the safe side. It gets a little heavy in there) Summary: He was an outcast, a monster, a freak. The whole world was against him, and he hated them all; one person in particular. There was only a single thing that soothed his burning rage, and she didn’t even know he was there. Chapter 3: So We Meet At Last “Augh,” muttered Gwen. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. Summer had finally come, her seventeenth summer, her final summer before college, and what was she doing? Going on a wild

"Unbelievable…" Gwen snapped slamming the door to her apartment shut and tossing her keys onto the kitchen counter. "Not enough experience my ass… the only reason the bimbo got the job was 'cause every time she walked her tits slapped her chin." The red-headed woman snarled throwing her high heels into a basket next to the door that also contained a pair of tennis shoes and flip-flops. Huffing angrily Gwen moved towards the living room window, taking her hair out of the bun and running her fingers through the locks absently. My apartment may be small but at least I get a decent view… She mused watching the beginning of the sunset dying the sk