The District of Never Die

     "I wouldn't want to be able to see through walls." Ana said, matter-of-factly. "That's an invasion of privacy."
     "Nuh-uh! It's pretty cool! You can see all the people and what they're doing!"
   "Yeah, exactly. What if you were showering and Superman happened to come by and look through the wall?"
     "Superman's not gay, he wouldn't do that." Andrew looked towards his Superman figure next to the dresser. It was right outside the bathroom door.
     "Well then I guess I better start showering with clothes on if you get the power to see through walls."
     "Eeew, like I'd want to see you naked anyways!" Andrew stuck his tongue out at the thought. "And besides, if Superman can see through walls, why couldn't he see through cloth?"
     "Well did you ever read about Superman seeing through clothes? No, that can't happen." Ana followed the thought through her head as it lead to a new conclusion. "I guess everyone should just start making their houses out of cloth then."
     Andrew just glanced at his sister from the corner of his eyes before snorting and walking out.


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OH JUNK, ANDREW IS ANA'S BROTHER! I KNEW IT!
lulz, anyways, yes, if you ever see Superman around, make sure you're not showering or your house is made of cloth. Besides, he can only see through walls, so who's to say he can see through floors and ceilings? Yes, I know, I'm taking that power rather literally, but that's the point ;D lol
And there was no prompt for this one, it was just brought up in one of my random trains of thought as I was thinking about how my shower is right next to the dorm hall way.

      Hearing a gasp in a quiet library is never a good thing.
     "Uh-oh, Ana, look what you did!" His whisper was harsh and condescending as it wafted over her. The book cover in his hands was torn, ripped down the seam in a jagged paper suicide.
     "What?" Her whisper was just as sharp as his as she spit back the accusation. "I never even touched that book! You did it yourself!"
     "Nuh-uh! Nobody saw it, it was you! It was all your fault!"
     "You're such a liar, Andrew. Besides, no one's going to believe you. I'm not the one who's going to be in trouble."
     Fear possessed his features for a second before he could regain his composure and repeat his favorite phrase: "Nuh-uh!" He stuck his head out of the line of shelves, making sure the coast was clear. "You're not going to get in trouble because no one's going to know! We'll just put the book you ripped back and walk away." The poor paper book with it's ripped cover was replaced on the dusty shelf, now marked by that deep, tattered scar. Ana followed Andrew's back obediently through the library and out the automatic doors, wondering if books felt pain.

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all_unwritten 391 and 392: "book cover" and "I'm in trouble."
The boy has a name finally! We still don't know their relationship though. But at least now he has a name.

 all_unwritten Prompt 379, "you're wrong."
I have an inkling that this has something to do with Ana and her odd male counter part but I'm not too sure. And please excuse the face at the end. That's the only way I could adequately show you what the character thought about the answer.
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"The sky is blue."
"You're wrong."
"Oh? Then what color is it, genius?"
"It's azure most of the time, other times it's cerulean, and sometimes at night it's sapphire."
"T_T"

 "Ghost's aren't white! They're see-through! Jeez, Ana, why can't you get things right?"

Well it's not like I have a see-through sheet!" Ana cried, lifting the pale ivory linen off her head and tossing it on the sidewalk. "And besides, Awesome-Man doesn't even exist! Your costume is lame!"

"No, it's not," he said, his lips curling into a Cheshire smile. It's awesome."

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Prompt 373 - "white as a ghost" all_unwritten 
LOLOL AWESOME-MAN
Poor little Ana just can't seem to get away from this nameless boy. . . I wonder if he's her brother o_O
Most likely, haha. I've heard brother's could be annoying, especially if they're younger than you.

     "Shit, shit, shit, shiit!! It's too early! It's too damn early!"
    John pulled away from his binoculars to turn towards his friend, not even 10 feet away in the bunker. "What, man? What do you see?"
    "The damn bugs!" Juice never even took his eyes off his equipment. That took too much effort and panic took away comprehension. His hands shook as he gripped his sniper riffle, his right eye planted to the ocular at the top.
    Staring at the soldier next to him, it took John a second to grip what was just said.
    The bugs. The bugs. The goddamn predators were coming. . .
    It was too early.
    Or maybe it was already too late.

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Prompt 372: "it's too early."

and now for prompt 371, "deluge":
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"'Deluge?' Wtf is that?"

"It means flood." Her eyes flashed in his direction, annoyance tugging at the edge of her lips.

"Well then why don't you just say 'flood?' Why the hell do you always have to be so high and mighty and go all superior-vocabulary on me? Jesus Christ Ana, I swear."

She glowered at her Cheerios, her knuckles as white as the milk in her bowl as she struggled with her anger by taking it out on the spoon. If only he was a cheerio. Then she could eat him and he'd shut up.

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Hah, I don't normally cuss at all, not even in real life, but I guess that I could argue it's not me cussing, it's the characters speaking through me. . .
<_<
>_>
XD
It's true though! Even my english teacher says that. When referring to something in the text, you say which character said it, not that the author said it, since the author didn't actually say it, it was the character. If that makes sense.
But yes, please excuse the expletives!
I like both of these stories btw, haha.
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