No Turning Back Once upon a time, in a mythical land named Generic High school there was a girl. This girl was not like the others. She did not drink, she did not care for high fashion, and she didn't want to be 'popular'. But everyone's human.No Turning Back
There was a boy. There is always a boy. They were good friends for a while. He admired her for being who she was, unafraid in the jungle of high school. She loved his goofy smile, the way he was when his friends weren't around. She thought she saw behind the mask he was afraid to take off, because his mas
The Fox and the Chicken The chicken, being weary of teasing from her fellows as the most gullible of creatures, one day sought company of the fox, as he was known as the cleverest of beasts. The chicken found her way to the fox's den, and knocked upon the entrance. Presently, the fox came to answer. "Oh wise fox," said the chicken, "I have been tormented by my fellows for my stupidity. I have come to you to ask you how you became so clever." "It is not without reason you are named the most dull witted of beasts," the fox said, and promptly devoured the chicken.The Fox and the Chicken
Vivian The candles flickered in the dark theater as Adrina cast Jonathan a sly look over what would soon be her seventh empty beer bottle. "Let's play a game." Jonathan quickly roused himself from optimal lounging position to sit cross-legged, staring her dead in the eye. "What do you suggest?" "Truth or dare." He leaned back, resting his arm on the audience seat behind him. "Alright," "So?"Vivian
He raised an eyebrow. "So?" "Truth or dare?" She clarifie
Writing is ART Writing is art.Writing is ART
Writing deserves more than just a minor, impoverished sub-division. Writing deserves more than a few devoted followers. More than just one lucky peice of work on this month's 'most popular' page. Writing is not a few flowy sentances you string together when your tablet's broken. Writing has rythm. Writing has shape. Writing has texture, can be sweet or bitter, bright or dark, warm and dripping in sunlight like honey or cold and lonely, pulling it's meager defenses closer against the bitter, howling wind.
Writing
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Rogue: What am I going to do with you Remy LeBeau?
Gambit: I have a list, but I left it in my other pants.
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I believe in Jesus Christ my Savior.
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I must be hallucinating, though I have to admit, it's not much of a hallucination. No burning penguins or anything.
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Rogue: What am I going to do with you Remy LeBeau?
Gambit: I have a list, but I left it in my other pants.
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I believe in Jesus Christ my Savior.
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Rogue: What am I going to do with you Remy LeBeau?
Gambit: I have a list, but I left it in my other pants.
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I believe in Jesus Christ my Savior.
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raphael does photography, too!
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I must be hallucinating, though I have to admit, it's not much of a hallucination. No burning penguins or anything.
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Rogue: What am I going to do with you Remy LeBeau?
Gambit: I have a list, but I left it in my other pants.
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I believe in Jesus Christ my Savior.
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I must be hallucinating, though I have to admit, it's not much of a hallucination. No burning penguins or anything.
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Rogue: What am I going to do with you Remy LeBeau?
Gambit: I have a list, but I left it in my other pants.
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I believe in Jesus Christ my Savior.
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