I'm doing a little experiment. I have trouble writing short short fics. I will attempt to box myself in for the duration of these one-shots. I'll also play a little association game -- keep watch over the order the pairings appear in. If Chapter 1 is about Chiao and Tristan, one of those characters but NOT both MUST be in the next chapter. ie: Chap

  His side, her side, my side. The Truth.   MissTER's in a bad way. Niu Nai, Zi Lun, An Na, Qiu Qiu and Zhe Qiao are not speaking to one another. What happened to cause them to drift apart? Is it really An Na's fault?   Five different people's take on a certain turn of events.    

Niu Nai just can't control her over-active imagination. A pop idol in-the-making needs to focus on her band, not making out.   A/N: Title is a play on words, since some of us seem pretty obsessed with tomboys and the binders they wear. The actual story has nothing to do with anyone's binder though lol. Just Niu Nai and some trouble she gets herself into with her MissTER-mates.    

Seohyun and Niu Nai were students in Astrophysics.  In 1996, they were in love. In 1998, Seohyun died. Some time before the accident, the lovers had made headway in their research of time travel. Reckless and desperate to have her Seohyun back, Niu Nai tested unfinished theories they'd worked on together. She lived her life waiting for September 12th, 2012 each year.   To coordinate the perfect meeting, they had matching stop-watc

My very first posting on AFF. I didn't expect to write anything. I was here to read, but then something happened today. I wanted to document it. For the record, I'm aware I've not capitalized anything ;)   You can read this as OC, or autobio, but if you must think of idols for the sake of imagery, please picture the narrator speaking to Milk of Taiwan's Misster. Who's the narrator? Let's call her Chris (also of Misster).  

The underground serves as a makeshift home for people without a real home. I don't normally walk up to strangers, but I felt like I knew her after seeing her nearly every day for the last few months. "Here," I pushed the tray closer to her. Cautiously, she took one cup and stared at me.   Vaguely, the cor

asfdhdfjhgl ... Milk & Donuts?! Sometimes you have a ridiculously awkward day. Sometimes all you really need is some sugar.

Why can't tomboys be together? Should this secret be buried once and for all?   By popular demand, CHILK comes to life. After reading the one and only fic about MissTER (by NINJAEES), it gave me the bug to write one too. Strange there are not more of these yet.

Cherished~ [completed]