Ohkawa's Story Chp.3 (FINAL) by omfgimkatie, literature
Literature
Ohkawa's Story Chp.3 (FINAL)
A startled Ohkawa stares up at Kizami, frozen in place, and trembling uncontrollably. His breathing pace quickened, on top of the occassional winces he let out from the pain in his arm. Several moments passed and they were just staring at each other, no words spoken, Kizami wearing a devilish smirk on his face.
Eventually, Kizami spoke up. "...why..."
Ohkawa looked on, not knowing how to respond. But he had a vague idea what he meant.
"...why...why did you...run...?"
Ohkawa opens his mouth to speak, but nothing escapes his lips. He's not only frightened now, but confused too. What does he mean 'why did I run?' isn't that obvious enough??
After mere minutes of trying to get Shimada to respond, Ohkawa finally realised that he was indeed talking to himself, and that his classmate was already dead. Tears gushed out of his eyes. Sure, Shimada was harsh to him back at Byakudan and the two never took kindly to each other. But imagining the pain he must of gone through before his death...Ohkawa couldn't help but feel terrible for him. Nobody, not even Shimada, deserved a fate like this.
Ohkawa picked himself up from kneeling beside his classmate, and wiped his tears away. He wanted to try and keep himself together and concentrate on finding a way out. He knew he couldn't stop himsel
Ohkawa's Story Chp.1 - A Corpse Party fanfic by omfgimkatie, literature
Literature
Ohkawa's Story Chp.1 - A Corpse Party fanfic
"Murderer...MURDERER!"
Tomohiro Ohkawa screamed at the top of his lungs. Clutching his now broken arm, he took a moment to glance at his best friend, Katayama, who was lying dead next to him. He turned his attention back to the "murderer" who was standing at the top of the stairs, looking down at him with a blank, cold expression.
He had kicked Katayama down the stairs a few seconds before.
"MURDERER! YOU'RE A MURDERER!"
He turns to his other two friends, cowering at the bottom of the stairs. "Run!! He'll kill us all!!"
The two girls don't listen, and instead whimper, holding onto each other.
Deciding he has reached his breaking point, O
His Guilty Pleasure: A CraigXRoss Oneshot by omfgimkatie, literature
Literature
His Guilty Pleasure: A CraigXRoss Oneshot
A young fourth grade girl, by the name of Rosalyn Delmar, ran down the corridors of South Park Elementary, dodging the other kids as she went. In her arms she held a huge grey notebook, some pages were sticking out, as if she’d ripped them out. She ran at top speed, obviously in a hurry.
She had to find him.
She stopped at the T-shaped section of the corridor, looking both ways to try and decide which way to go. She continues to run forward, but decides to go back the other way. Whilst turning, she runs into Tweek, a good friend of hers.
This, however, was not a good thing to do. Tweek was holding his usual Starbuck’s coffee, an
Clyde burst through the classroom door, and excitedly approaches his group of friends.
Why was he so excited? It was only his birthday. And he couldn't wait to celebrate with his buddies by bunking off class and having fun instead. His birthday was always on a school day, just before the spring break. It was a bummer, but he always looked forward to the evening, because something cool would always happen. He had nothing planned this year. Not even a party. He expected somebody else to throw him a surprise party. And, considering his popularity at the school, at least one person would consider it.
He looked at his usual group of friends, wai
Ohkawa's Story Chp.3 (FINAL) by omfgimkatie, literature
Literature
Ohkawa's Story Chp.3 (FINAL)
A startled Ohkawa stares up at Kizami, frozen in place, and trembling uncontrollably. His breathing pace quickened, on top of the occassional winces he let out from the pain in his arm. Several moments passed and they were just staring at each other, no words spoken, Kizami wearing a devilish smirk on his face.
Eventually, Kizami spoke up. "...why..."
Ohkawa looked on, not knowing how to respond. But he had a vague idea what he meant.
"...why...why did you...run...?"
Ohkawa opens his mouth to speak, but nothing escapes his lips. He's not only frightened now, but confused too. What does he mean 'why did I run?' isn't that obvious enough??
After mere minutes of trying to get Shimada to respond, Ohkawa finally realised that he was indeed talking to himself, and that his classmate was already dead. Tears gushed out of his eyes. Sure, Shimada was harsh to him back at Byakudan and the two never took kindly to each other. But imagining the pain he must of gone through before his death...Ohkawa couldn't help but feel terrible for him. Nobody, not even Shimada, deserved a fate like this.
Ohkawa picked himself up from kneeling beside his classmate, and wiped his tears away. He wanted to try and keep himself together and concentrate on finding a way out. He knew he couldn't stop himsel
Ohkawa's Story Chp.1 - A Corpse Party fanfic by omfgimkatie, literature
Literature
Ohkawa's Story Chp.1 - A Corpse Party fanfic
"Murderer...MURDERER!"
Tomohiro Ohkawa screamed at the top of his lungs. Clutching his now broken arm, he took a moment to glance at his best friend, Katayama, who was lying dead next to him. He turned his attention back to the "murderer" who was standing at the top of the stairs, looking down at him with a blank, cold expression.
He had kicked Katayama down the stairs a few seconds before.
"MURDERER! YOU'RE A MURDERER!"
He turns to his other two friends, cowering at the bottom of the stairs. "Run!! He'll kill us all!!"
The two girls don't listen, and instead whimper, holding onto each other.
Deciding he has reached his breaking point, O
His Guilty Pleasure: A CraigXRoss Oneshot by omfgimkatie, literature
Literature
His Guilty Pleasure: A CraigXRoss Oneshot
A young fourth grade girl, by the name of Rosalyn Delmar, ran down the corridors of South Park Elementary, dodging the other kids as she went. In her arms she held a huge grey notebook, some pages were sticking out, as if she’d ripped them out. She ran at top speed, obviously in a hurry.
She had to find him.
She stopped at the T-shaped section of the corridor, looking both ways to try and decide which way to go. She continues to run forward, but decides to go back the other way. Whilst turning, she runs into Tweek, a good friend of hers.
This, however, was not a good thing to do. Tweek was holding his usual Starbuck’s coffee, an
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