A little confused about the message, Tink put on one of the dresses that Etain had made her, like her note said and headed into the garden and towards the pond. It was dark out and she turned big, walking down towards the dim light. Sitting on the pond wall was a bucket with ice in it and a bottle inside, and a picnic had been laid out on the ( Read more... )

Flattening down her dress, Tink looked down at the water under the bridge she was sat on, everyone seemed to be so...different at the moment, or maybe it was even her. Her feet dangled into the water and she couldn't help but smile, thinking about that day she had talked to Michael, the day they had flown and chased one another ( Read more... )

So, if I am famous, then Peter is famous as is John and Michael and Tiger Lily, and Smee and all the other Pirates and the mermaids and and....It's her, Wendy, she is the one I would hit with a fish, although it would hurt the fish too, unless it was dead, but then that still isn't nice to do to a fish ( Read more... )

( just cause )

I died, and everything just stopped, like blackness, but only not, because the blackness it something, it's like that stuff in that film I saw with Etain, the Never Ending Story. The afterlife is the nothing, not a hole, not a space, not empty just nothing ( Read more... )

1. Leave me a comment saying, 'Interview me'.
2. I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. Update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. Include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

( Hermes Answers. )

( Blushes and giggles. )

( Really... Oh! )

Which are you more afraid of: Being too gullible and believing things that aren't true, or being too skeptical and missing out on something important?*Stares blankly at the person asking her, not understanding what gullible and sceptical mean ( Read more... )

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