Summery: Kevin prays for the appearence of his favorite show on ff.net.
Prayers Of Wiggly Rainbows
by: Elli
It was a nice house. The kitchen, the lounge, and the loo were on the first story. The bedrooms (four of them), another bathroom, and a small room known only as the 'sweat factory' were on the second floor. The attic was dark, dusty, and it had no middle tempature, so they never used it. It had once belonged to Jin's great-aunt Vivian.
Kevin was sitting on the front porch, his eyes rested on the drawing in his lap. He ran his fingers lightly over the slightly faded pencil marks, and murmered, "If only there were others like us......"
The drawing, which Rowan had done, wasn't perfect, though it was far better then anything Kevin could ever have done.
There was an eraser mark that made it look creepily like Anthony had a spare hand and wrist sprouting from his left arm.
Greg looked like all that was holding his pants up was a very thick layer of startch.
Murray looked okay, aside from the fact his eyes looked oddly disconnected, though it might have just been the light.
Jeff, meanwhile, looked just fine, aside from the fact he was drawn rather to big; he looked bigger then Murray, 6'4", and Greg, 6'6", despite being 5'8". But that was forgivable, as he'd been drawn in a sitting positon, while all the others were standing, and thus it was harder to get proportions.
He sighed, and folded the paper back up, before slipping it into his bag. He stood up, and walked over to the gate. He opened it, then knelt in the opening. Clenching his fists for a moment, then joining them in front of him, he leaned over, and prayed.
~Please, whatever entity might be listening. Let there be more of us. Let there by more fans of our boys. They're all just to beautifal, to talented, to alluring..... To perfect! for there not to be more of us. We love them to much. We don't want to be alone. If there are more of us, please let them write. Give them inspiration. Make them post, and let us know about them! Please, I beg of you! Don't let us be alone!~
Kevin gave a choked sob, and stood up, slowly. He stepped back, and closed, and locked the gate. He turned, and trudged into the house. When he got in, Jin greeted him, and asked him what he'd been doing.
The next night, all four of them went out, and prayed for the future of Wiggles fanfiction.
THE END
Author Note: Well, there you hate it. I mean have it. Or maybe I do mean hate it, as you all do. I can smell it. I wrote this in two half-hour intervals at midnight. Kevins prayer is my own. If there are any other Wiggle fanfic writers out there, PLEASE! let me know! Me and my freinds are dying here! Please, please, e-mail me! My e-mail adress is neko_chan128@hotmail.com! PLEASE!
Disclaimer: I don't own Kevin, or the Wiggles. I own Jin, and the house. Rowan and Noel belong to themselves. Great-aunt Vivian belongs to the spirits, may she rest in peace.
Prayers Of Wiggly Rainbows
by: Elli
It was a nice house. The kitchen, the lounge, and the loo were on the first story. The bedrooms (four of them), another bathroom, and a small room known only as the 'sweat factory' were on the second floor. The attic was dark, dusty, and it had no middle tempature, so they never used it. It had once belonged to Jin's great-aunt Vivian.
Kevin was sitting on the front porch, his eyes rested on the drawing in his lap. He ran his fingers lightly over the slightly faded pencil marks, and murmered, "If only there were others like us......"
The drawing, which Rowan had done, wasn't perfect, though it was far better then anything Kevin could ever have done.
There was an eraser mark that made it look creepily like Anthony had a spare hand and wrist sprouting from his left arm.
Greg looked like all that was holding his pants up was a very thick layer of startch.
Murray looked okay, aside from the fact his eyes looked oddly disconnected, though it might have just been the light.
Jeff, meanwhile, looked just fine, aside from the fact he was drawn rather to big; he looked bigger then Murray, 6'4", and Greg, 6'6", despite being 5'8". But that was forgivable, as he'd been drawn in a sitting positon, while all the others were standing, and thus it was harder to get proportions.
He sighed, and folded the paper back up, before slipping it into his bag. He stood up, and walked over to the gate. He opened it, then knelt in the opening. Clenching his fists for a moment, then joining them in front of him, he leaned over, and prayed.
~Please, whatever entity might be listening. Let there be more of us. Let there by more fans of our boys. They're all just to beautifal, to talented, to alluring..... To perfect! for there not to be more of us. We love them to much. We don't want to be alone. If there are more of us, please let them write. Give them inspiration. Make them post, and let us know about them! Please, I beg of you! Don't let us be alone!~
Kevin gave a choked sob, and stood up, slowly. He stepped back, and closed, and locked the gate. He turned, and trudged into the house. When he got in, Jin greeted him, and asked him what he'd been doing.
The next night, all four of them went out, and prayed for the future of Wiggles fanfiction.
THE END
Author Note: Well, there you hate it. I mean have it. Or maybe I do mean hate it, as you all do. I can smell it. I wrote this in two half-hour intervals at midnight. Kevins prayer is my own. If there are any other Wiggle fanfic writers out there, PLEASE! let me know! Me and my freinds are dying here! Please, please, e-mail me! My e-mail adress is neko_chan128@hotmail.com! PLEASE!
Disclaimer: I don't own Kevin, or the Wiggles. I own Jin, and the house. Rowan and Noel belong to themselves. Great-aunt Vivian belongs to the spirits, may she rest in peace.