Jeong was sitting on the back part of the bench, watching his friends smoke. This was how it was every day, surrounded by friends who liked to gossip and laugh. Today Jeong was wearing what he was supposed to be wearing: blue jeans, white shirt, and a pattered shirt on top with the sleeves rolled up. At home, there was a patterned silk shirt waiting for him, the one that he would never wear but only stare at. Tiffany, who was sitting on the actual seat of the bench, took another drag and rested her head against his knee. "New kid came today. I heard his name is David. Looks cute. But probably wouldn't like me, if you know what I mean." Jeong sighed. He was sick of hearing about who Tiff thought was gay. It was so ridiculously stupid… "Mm, yeah," he agreed, but it sounded fake, even to himself. Tiffany rolled her eyes but looked up when Oscar appeared. Jeong's heart thumped in his chest as those baby blue eyes locked with the Korean's brown ones. "Want a hit?" The guy asked, offering
The Beginning (The Manor, Ch. 1) by LeoLECham, literature
Literature
The Beginning (The Manor, Ch. 1)
The Loft was located in the attic of an old house. Currently, the actual house was inhabited by an old couple from Pennsylvania, who were now living in Merino, Colorado for reasons unknown. The house was very large for this couple, so they had redone the entire second level for people who wanted to rent it out. They had even put a door and a grand set of stairs to get onto the second level so whoever was living up there wouldn't have to come down. The couple wanted reliable, quiet, and organized people to live on the second floor. So obviously they had decided to rent out to three high school boys.
Ryan stood up from where he'd been kneeling
"You're so fucking selfish!" Her screams would probably be heard by the neighbors, but she obviously didn't care. "You think I always want to do what you want to do? You think I care that you want to go back to America? I don't! We've talked about this so many times. And you never listen! Or learn! We have a life here, Alfred, a life that we can't have in America."
"Why can't we have it there?" The young man's voice was quiet but strong.
"Because we can't, Alfred. We just can't. My father's business doesn't reach that far."
"Mine does. I need to start working in the shop, Casey, I can't just live here forever and exist in your f
Love the Rain, Hate the Thunder by LeoLECham, literature
Literature
Love the Rain, Hate the Thunder
"I love the rain," Andy said, looking up at the glass ceiling, sipping the tea that he'd made. The rain was falling in fat, heavy drops onto the panes of glass, and the sound was nothing short of peaceful. The Australian had always liked this sound, had always like the rain. When he was little, when his brother and his father were fighting, he'd climb out onto the little balcony near the roof and sit on the railing, letting himself be pelted with rain as he listened to it falling around him, smelled the earthy scent that rain always brought. Andy was just about to say relate these memories to Milo and Grace, who were sharing the couch wit
"Dad?" Ainsley's voice made Sean look up from where he was scrolling through his Instagram. "Where are the pencils?" Oh, so she wanted to draw. Sean stood up and walked over to her, stroking her hair and leading her to the closet where they kept all the art supplies. Ever since Ainsley had been eight, she had taken up an interest in art, of all kinds. The Aichele-Morah household now had paintings, sculptures, sketches, cut-out paper, and even some photographs hanging on the wall. Ainsley had been playing the piano since she had been three, and was now learning the guitar and even writing lyric to her own songs. She was talented, even if S
Milo bounded in like a puppy, and stopped in front of Grace. She was wearing a bathing suit, a navy blue and white bikini that showed off her olive skin. Her sunglasses were large and round, with thin gold frames. His twin sister peered at him over the mojito she was sipping contentedly.
"What is it?" She asked, and he positioned himself on the end of the beach chair she was on.
"I met someone," Milo answered happily, but Grace furrowed her brows.
"But... Mark..." Her twin's emerald eyes widened and he shook his head quickly, dark brown hair, that was usually swept back, falling into his face.
"Not like Mark!" He exclaim
Andy stared at the woman. Her tentacles were getting closer, her eyes growing to take up her face, her mouth enlarging to show the fangs. Their hunting form. She held a sword too, and it glowed with a silvery light as she swung at him. It was a slow attack, and he dodged easily. She opened her mouth, her voice sounded like the crunch of leaves on pavement.
“Oh. So you are not as weak as we once thought, Andrew Aichele. But we can not let you live.” She swung again, and Andy dodged again. “My family is starving.”
A small child appeared in the doorway of the hut. He looked human, but it was clear to see th
Morning Star Fashion Shop by LeoLECham, literature
Literature
Morning Star Fashion Shop
The Morning Star Fabric shop was built inside a three level building, shaped like an old grand house and painted an off-white. The ground floor had a large set of arched wooden double doors and two large windows on either side, displaying whatever it was Andy wanted to show off. This week they showed a man and a woman's style, first a tightly tailored tuxedo, and then a summery yellow sundress. Inside, the shop was also very large. Towards the front there was the register, with an old-fashioned cash register and a mason jar that read 'If you fear change, leave it in the tip jar!' A young woman was standing behind the desk, reading a thick boo
It was a relatively cold night, meaning that both Andy and Katherine were in their warmest pajamas. Andy had a red flannel two-piece with fuzzy socks. His hair was hanging in front of his aquamarine eyes, but he ran a hand through his fringe, pushing it back onto his head. Katherine was wearing grey sweatpants and a loose top, reading, 'Gryffindor Quidditch Team', and an over sized flannel over top it all. They both had mugs of steaming hot lemon tea, his mug reading, 'You look beautiful today', and hers, 'I'm not good with advice... Can I interest you in a sarcastic comment?'. She glanced at him, eyes dancing with guilt.
"So... I ask
Jeong was sitting on the back part of the bench, watching his friends smoke. This was how it was every day, surrounded by friends who liked to gossip and laugh. Today Jeong was wearing what he was supposed to be wearing: blue jeans, white shirt, and a pattered shirt on top with the sleeves rolled up. At home, there was a patterned silk shirt waiting for him, the one that he would never wear but only stare at. Tiffany, who was sitting on the actual seat of the bench, took another drag and rested her head against his knee. "New kid came today. I heard his name is David. Looks cute. But probably wouldn't like me, if you know what I mean." Jeong sighed. He was sick of hearing about who Tiff thought was gay. It was so ridiculously stupid… "Mm, yeah," he agreed, but it sounded fake, even to himself. Tiffany rolled her eyes but looked up when Oscar appeared. Jeong's heart thumped in his chest as those baby blue eyes locked with the Korean's brown ones. "Want a hit?" The guy asked, offering
The Beginning (The Manor, Ch. 1) by LeoLECham, literature
Literature
The Beginning (The Manor, Ch. 1)
The Loft was located in the attic of an old house. Currently, the actual house was inhabited by an old couple from Pennsylvania, who were now living in Merino, Colorado for reasons unknown. The house was very large for this couple, so they had redone the entire second level for people who wanted to rent it out. They had even put a door and a grand set of stairs to get onto the second level so whoever was living up there wouldn't have to come down. The couple wanted reliable, quiet, and organized people to live on the second floor. So obviously they had decided to rent out to three high school boys.
Ryan stood up from where he'd been kneeling
"You're so fucking selfish!" Her screams would probably be heard by the neighbors, but she obviously didn't care. "You think I always want to do what you want to do? You think I care that you want to go back to America? I don't! We've talked about this so many times. And you never listen! Or learn! We have a life here, Alfred, a life that we can't have in America."
"Why can't we have it there?" The young man's voice was quiet but strong.
"Because we can't, Alfred. We just can't. My father's business doesn't reach that far."
"Mine does. I need to start working in the shop, Casey, I can't just live here forever and exist in your f
Love the Rain, Hate the Thunder by LeoLECham, literature
Literature
Love the Rain, Hate the Thunder
"I love the rain," Andy said, looking up at the glass ceiling, sipping the tea that he'd made. The rain was falling in fat, heavy drops onto the panes of glass, and the sound was nothing short of peaceful. The Australian had always liked this sound, had always like the rain. When he was little, when his brother and his father were fighting, he'd climb out onto the little balcony near the roof and sit on the railing, letting himself be pelted with rain as he listened to it falling around him, smelled the earthy scent that rain always brought. Andy was just about to say relate these memories to Milo and Grace, who were sharing the couch wit
"Dad?" Ainsley's voice made Sean look up from where he was scrolling through his Instagram. "Where are the pencils?" Oh, so she wanted to draw. Sean stood up and walked over to her, stroking her hair and leading her to the closet where they kept all the art supplies. Ever since Ainsley had been eight, she had taken up an interest in art, of all kinds. The Aichele-Morah household now had paintings, sculptures, sketches, cut-out paper, and even some photographs hanging on the wall. Ainsley had been playing the piano since she had been three, and was now learning the guitar and even writing lyric to her own songs. She was talented, even if S
Milo bounded in like a puppy, and stopped in front of Grace. She was wearing a bathing suit, a navy blue and white bikini that showed off her olive skin. Her sunglasses were large and round, with thin gold frames. His twin sister peered at him over the mojito she was sipping contentedly.
"What is it?" She asked, and he positioned himself on the end of the beach chair she was on.
"I met someone," Milo answered happily, but Grace furrowed her brows.
"But... Mark..." Her twin's emerald eyes widened and he shook his head quickly, dark brown hair, that was usually swept back, falling into his face.
"Not like Mark!" He exclaim
Andy stared at the woman. Her tentacles were getting closer, her eyes growing to take up her face, her mouth enlarging to show the fangs. Their hunting form. She held a sword too, and it glowed with a silvery light as she swung at him. It was a slow attack, and he dodged easily. She opened her mouth, her voice sounded like the crunch of leaves on pavement.
“Oh. So you are not as weak as we once thought, Andrew Aichele. But we can not let you live.” She swung again, and Andy dodged again. “My family is starving.”
A small child appeared in the doorway of the hut. He looked human, but it was clear to see th
Morning Star Fashion Shop by LeoLECham, literature
Literature
Morning Star Fashion Shop
The Morning Star Fabric shop was built inside a three level building, shaped like an old grand house and painted an off-white. The ground floor had a large set of arched wooden double doors and two large windows on either side, displaying whatever it was Andy wanted to show off. This week they showed a man and a woman's style, first a tightly tailored tuxedo, and then a summery yellow sundress. Inside, the shop was also very large. Towards the front there was the register, with an old-fashioned cash register and a mason jar that read 'If you fear change, leave it in the tip jar!' A young woman was standing behind the desk, reading a thick boo
It was a relatively cold night, meaning that both Andy and Katherine were in their warmest pajamas. Andy had a red flannel two-piece with fuzzy socks. His hair was hanging in front of his aquamarine eyes, but he ran a hand through his fringe, pushing it back onto his head. Katherine was wearing grey sweatpants and a loose top, reading, 'Gryffindor Quidditch Team', and an over sized flannel over top it all. They both had mugs of steaming hot lemon tea, his mug reading, 'You look beautiful today', and hers, 'I'm not good with advice... Can I interest you in a sarcastic comment?'. She glanced at him, eyes dancing with guilt.
"So... I ask
So I'm making a Mystic Messenger-based interactive thing, which I'm excited to try out. I may post some character profiles or plot ideas if I like them. Character backstories are my thing, though
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