If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to

Title: Survivors
Fandom: Maximum Ride
Rating: T for swearing, violence, and mild citrusy stuff
Word Count:2166 words
Summary: Not all the Erasers were killed when the School executed them...Eraser!fic

( Ecstasy had known that something was wrong for a while now )

And the second oneshot...

Title: Fly
Fandom: Maximum Ride
Rating: R for character death, mild citrus, and suicide
Word Count: 3018
( When once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return. )

Here's Mari-oneshot, number one, called 'Smell':

( Even when Ari wasn’t there, his scent lingered on, in her room, on her clothes, in her bed. )

Maximum Ride fandom, I've been holding this in for a long time. I think you need to hear this.
( Cut for length and slight spoilers )

You know how they have those ads on TV about how not to take drugs/drink/smoke/whatever the hell else? And how you have to listen to some famous person talk about how great their life was until they became addicts?

I have something to add to their list.

Milk duds.

I ate one-Just one, mind you-at lunch, and about three hours later, I was totally insane.

I was skipping, I was singing, I was jumping around hugging people. I declared love for several of my friends, chanted," Milk duds milk duds milk duds! Hyper hyper hyper!" over and over again. I even tried to jump facefirst into a snowbank on our way to church(Not fun, trust me.)

And adding to the cruel twist of fate was that we had to do this 'adoration' thing that apparently involved kneeling on incredibly uncomfortable kneeler things, listening to a guy sing about loving Jesus for upwards of a half-hour, occasionally read some stuff off a piece of paper apparently typed by someone who thought it was okay to Capitalize rAndom letterS, even thOugh it maDE no FreakInG SensE to ReAd! Oh, and they burned incense the entire freaking time. I hate incense. Smells like death, and makes my lungs/stomach feel like they're trying to kill themselves. Absolutely horrible.

In short: If I even entertained the faintest notions of converting to Catholicism(I never did), I definitely would not want to now.

End.

They're here, staring over my shoulder. I can feel their confused gazes on the back of my neck, glaring, confused. The crackle of Lindsey's orange soda makes me jump, and Kelsey demands a drink. I hate that stupid song. Mr. Lowry, get better taste in music. Please. Have mercy. Yes, Gwen would be good.
Hello, Isaac's little sister. What's her name again?
Julia has made a brief appearance, then left, asking what this was. Some people don't appreciate art.
God, this place is full of seventh graders. Little freaks. Oh, that makes sense. They're still weird.
Stupid windows flash player still hasn't loaded. Damnit.

This has been a brief episode of Sara's life. I didn't talk for a solid minute. In your face, Will Shoemaker. I can shut up, I just choose not to. See ya later, friends(Avatarsues, Ellen, Carla, and etc.)
O.G.

In the sappy cat foood commercials, why do people always pick up their cats and rub noses with them? My cat would either bite me or lick my nose, which would be creepy. I'll try it.....
......And he tried to wriggle from my grasp. Quelle suprise.
Mo-Mo(Say it like it's written Mow-Mow, it bugs me when people-Morons-pronounce momo) says hi. Maybe I should make him a livejournal. Or not.
O.G.

I got some great stuff for Christmas, the best of which was a laptop, the Sims 2 Pets, and an Orlando Bloom blanket. I'm really happy about the laptop, it's going to be great not having to fight my brother for the computer every day. The Sims 2 Pets is turning out to be fairly fun, except that pets seem to have an endless repetoire of bad habits you have to train them out of, which takes forever to do. The Orlando Bloom blanket....Well, what do you expect?

Over on ff.net, it appears that PoTD has struck again, and written a new fic. I feel bad for the girl, she needs to just delete her account, and start over anew, this time sticking to the canon. She's not a half-bad writer(Okay, she is pretty bad. But with work, she could improve), I suppose.

I tried reading stories on that Maximum Ride site I've heard so much about, but had to stop for several reasons. Number one, every other user seems to need to put three huge pictures with every freaking post. One would be fine(Or even two small ones), but any more than two is obnoxious. Number two, because of all these pictures, there's many, many pages in each thread for very little actual writing. So, I have to read 40 pages of stuff for four chapters, and most of the posts consist of," OMG update update update!", then three pictures. Yes, I do enjoy the picture of the attractive male flexing shirtless(With wings, which makes it hotter). But seeing it every three posts does get annoying.
Reason three, it's just Fax, Fax, and more Fax, with a tiny bit of Figgy and Miggy thrown in every once and a while to mix things up. I like all three of these pairings(Fax is a bit cliche, but I can deal with it). People don't seem to grasp that there's other characters besides those three, or that they do things besides make out with each other. Would it kill someone to write some Mari? Seriously, that pairing has more canon evidence than any other, if you think about it. Or do my copies of the books have extra pages that no one else has, or did I somehow miss the part of the book where (Insert name of canon character #1 here) declares their love for(Insert name of canon character #2 here)?
I'll stop being a bitch now, sorry.
And to people who I've promised fics that I have not yet written: Don't worry! The check is in the mail!
O.G.

Well, here's the first post on my livejournal. Less than one week until the season finale of Avatar! Yippee! The goat icons are really cute, I wonder why no one else has them?