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The Morning AfterA noise in the kitchen woke her. Alisa’s heart jumped in her chest and made her blood run cold before she could even think of opening her eyes. When she did, she looked at the foot of her bed seeing her one and only pet dead asleep by her feet. Since the cat was there, and so was she, the noise making options were pretty much exhausted. She slowly rose to sit up when she realized that the noise she heard was actually her kettle screaming. And what crazed axe murderer in their right mind would be boiling water? Just then her door was kicked open and a fury of colour burst in. &nThe Morning After
by ~bruisedapple
The Story OfThe night was disappointingly cold, and not surprisingly dark. She sat on a bench at a bus stop - though the last bus had long passed and she knew it - waiting for someone. It was the middle of the night, and the middle of the city, and most people would tell her it was dangerous to do a foolish thing such as enjoy her freedom. But that was too profound a way of looking at it. She was much more into the practical. She was just waiting for her ride.The Story Of
Across the street there was a small Coffee Shop/Bakery. One owned by an old Greek couple, who were s
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Chris Serio 09/27/02
Can I tell you a secret?
Words formed carelessly by the flapping jaws
Of teenage girls, captured in slow motion close-ups,
The death of us all,
Or at least the death of the boy they prophesize about,
His eyes sullied into their sockets and shoulders shrugged high
To form anything but a glamorous silhouette.
No one holds any particular distaste for him,
It’s just so bloody easy So why not wreck him?
Self improvement is important after all,
And her ego suffers from a lack of bolstering, &nb
by ~chaosboy
A little bit ofA little bit ofA little bit of
A little bit of ego bruising Never grew tiresome in the slightest,
Even flirting with pleasure Described by the shortest wavelengths.
She always loved being the butt of a joke.
It felt good she said,
I love it when you devestate me,
No matter how demeaning.
S and M
Was not a term she held a particular fancy for,
Her teeth grinding with its uttering.
A little bit of disrespect was never all that wrong…
Was it?
I mean really,
by ~chaosboy
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- Current Residence: Toronto, Canada
- Interests: MyBoyfriend,Cooking/Eating,ShowsOnDVD
- Favourite band or musician: RedHotChilliPeppers,Gwen/No Doubt, The Guess Who
- Favourite artist: cryptorchid
- Favourite poet or writer: J.D. Salinger, Jack Whyte
- Favourite game: Eternal Darkness, Btvs Chaos Bleeds
- Favourite gaming platform: Game Cube
- Tools of the Trade: Good looks, sense of humour, and humility.
- Website: http://www.blurty.com/users/cptnobvious
- MSN: cat_grrrllj@hotmail.com
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I've decided to take up the practice myself. I dunno how long I'll keep it up, but hopefully it will give me a reason to go out and find some good writing.
Tonight though I'm starting with a classic, `rebelchic's The Last Walk With Destiny: [link]
Enjoy! And have a good night everyone! <3
(If you don't wanna receive such messages, go ahead and tell me. I'll try to remember
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All sapient beings evade what evolution shaped us for. --Larry Niven
annnd, how is school?
love you.
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Hey, party in my eye socket and everyone's invited!...
Sometimes I shouldn't say words. --Xander Harris
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Hey, party in my eye socket and everyone's invited!...
Sometimes I shouldn't say words. --Xander Harris
solution b (and the far snazzier solution of the two): see me more often.
Love you like I love milk & honey face masks.
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