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A Story!
GASP I POST ( Read more... ) -
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On the off chance people read this ever, I would like to display a newish idea...
The Pairing of the Week!
This week's pairing: Jim Nightshade/Will Halloway from Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury.
Now I have to go browse FanFiction.net...
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Storyless
I would give you another story I wrote, but... I haven't written anything. I've been too busy obsessing over the last Avatar episode and squeeing about the ZukAang.
So... Sorry for now!
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*yawneth*
Through the long, cold night
Winter moon casts silver shine
Sleet, her silver tear.
Shivering uncontrollably, Pine pulled her tatter coat closer around herself, and pushed forward through the knee-deep snow. It was only another mile, she kept telling herself, one more mile until she reached the safety of her aunt’s house, one more mile through the ( Read more... ) -
Enslaved
A couple things before you read the latest installment:
1. It's long. Better have a good ten minutes, just in case.
2. It is not for the faint of heart. Or stomach.
3. This is completely from my mind. I did zero research, and have little experience with the subject (to my chagrin).
4. A few definitions:
Uke: Literally, reciever, as opposed to attacker. ( Read more... ) -
Another Allegory, "The Unexpected Visitor"
The boy stared at the TV screen. His face was unmoving, except by the trick of the changing light in the darkened room. His thoughts, numbed by hours of vegetating, simply watched the idiotic sitcoms with the apathetic "That was funny" or "That was just disgusting", never laughing, or even smiling. His eyes were glazed, and he had finally drowned ( Read more... ) -
Musings...
A couple facts:
1. Innocence can only be lost, never be gained.
2. Furthermore, it is impossible to loose, only to be taken.
3. Corruption loves company. Innocence is targeted to be destroyed by anyone who isn't innocent.
4. The strongest desire a person can feel is the desire to destroy innocence.
A final fact:
I hope I am wrong. -
A story... Or something like that.
There once was a boy. This is not surprising, as such people tend to exist ( Read more... ) -
Lonely and Bored
Yeah, well, I am. I have no friends on this site. :'(
I have nothing to say. So... Have a depressing poem!
I don't want to run
I just want to be caught
I can't ever fight
I can only be fought.
I know what I wish,
But I know very well:
The one think I want
Is not in heaven, nor hell.
Yay emo poetry! *flounces off*