Entries from April 2001 ↓

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ok most of you probly dont take TAAS but i do it’s some texass test that we have to do i just got done with one and i am bored as hell sp any way i was just wondering how many other have to take these stupid test??? nick

I LOVE YOU!!HOWEVER,YOU’RE A MORON!!

“People die Mr. Karahan, it is how it was even centuries ago,” said the tall thin man, cleaning his glasses with an expensize suede handkerchief. “But they die for a good reason. They die for the better of the whole humanity, for the sake of genetic and cultural evolu-” Continue reading →

There doesn’t seem to be anything worth living for. Everything is so crazy now. I watched my only friend kill himself slowly last week, and everyone in town is losing their minds. I seem to be the only sane one left. Old Billy Jurgens drove his car in circles for six hours yesterday. I got dizzy just watching him. The only thing that stopped him was running head-first into a telephone pole out on route 41. Otherwise, he would probably still be doing it. That pole took off the hood of his car somehow, and it died in a fog of thick white smoke. Old Billy is fine, though. Not even a scratch. He just got out of the car, kicked the tire a few times, and wandered off toward 7-11, weaving aimlessly from one side of the street to the other. I miss Desmond. He would’ve gotten a kick out of that. Continue reading →

Chapter OneOnce upon a time mystical creatures of both the light and darkness walked the earth, along with a spirit blade. A lone woman, a girl really, was destined to wield that spirit sword to ward off evil. This is her story… Continue reading →

“Dear Michelle: Each day, with each ray of sun that touches my skin and with each fragment of the eternal silence that for a time my eyes heard, I remember you with a mix of love and hate, a mix of sadness and happiness and a small quantity of guilt. Continue reading →

He got out of the night club, from the back door, private to the staff and to some special guests. The two agents who had just entered the club unsettled his nice carefree evening. He put on his jacket and lit a cigarette, his eyes checking his surroundings constantly. He could still hear the music from the club and then heard the steady footsteps from the other side of the big metal door. He smiled. Continue reading →

This is the last part of the story that I submitted earlier. It may be a bit long, but I could not find a good place to break it up. I rewrote the rest slightly to make it a bit tamer. The original version borders on pornographic. This should be more “user” friendly *grin*. Continue reading →

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Fans of Poltergeist: The Legacy have started a letter-writing campaignto resurrect the paranormal drama, which ended its four-season run onThe SCI FI Channel in 1999. Continue reading →

So, what would it be like to be the butterfly… I only envy them because they get that chance, in what must be their stage of adolecents, to curl up safe and sound inside of a cacoon… to curl up and wish the world away… To not worry about what is trying to rip them into shreds and make them cry… no, butterflies cant cry either. What might they weep over though? Landing on a bitter flower… too windy to float on a gental breeze that carries the sweet nectarine scent of spring… Continue reading →

This is tonight, but I assure you it feels like every night. Like last night. Still wearing the darkest of clothing, feeling hidden and un discovered. Oh, What a shadow I am. No detail, not even around the edges. I might as well just fall, like a rose petal to the floor. Just Give into urges, and the urgency of those urges. But instead I sigh, sigh because I promised. Continue reading →

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Adrian had never liked red roses. Well, that was a lie, but he hadn’t liked them since he was 17 anyway. He always remembered how one night he and his brother, Cory, were laying on the couch, draped over each other talking and Cory had suddenly said something that made Adrian feel very cold inside. “I like the yellow roses. I don’t like the red ones and when I die, I want you to make sure you bring yellow roses to my funeral and not those ugly red ones. The red ones smell bad or something.. Like a rotting grandmother” Adrian could hardly believe his brother had said that, he never said things like that. He only nodded and soon they were talking about other things again. Girls, boys, makeup, bands. “Normal” things that they always talked about on Saturday night after drinking too many glasses of wine diluted with juice. Continue reading →

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Simon awoke sprawled on his bed in his usually fashion, spread egale and bare assed. Smiling to himself about some half remembered dream, he slid out of bed. Giving himself a long standing stretch and scratch, he wondered what and who the evening would bring. He ambled over to his closet to find something to wear. Grimacing at the frilly nonsense that his recent ex-whore had bought for him, he pulled out a sensible looking black T-shirt and a pair of ragged jeans. He made a mental notation to burn the clothing that the Poet Shirt Princess had bought. They just didn’t fit his style. It was always what she wanted him to be, never him. Continue reading →

well, where do i start? i’m just the tipical fat little girl everyone made fun of growing up, was poor, sheltered, and dorky because i had no friends. i was an odd-ball from the start, had a sexual craving from an early age, and being who i was, got to put up with it for a long time, alone. Continue reading →

i push the gate open wide enough to allow both of us passage. Her eyes stare into mine briefly with a look of confusion wondering why were going to a cemetary probably.i smiled i knew she would never truly guess why “its my fantasy to fuck on my parents grave they always said i would be a loser but i cant be a loser and go out with you” she smiled one of those ill humor him for his money smiles i get so often. i knew she hated me but she wanted my money which is why i knew she was the next to die. Continue reading →

I don’t really know what to list this under, because I don’t really want to define it. Everything in life might as well be in definitions and honestly - I just don’t want to try and define things anymore. I go to school, and I sit there. This is defined as “Learning” by the poeple around me. I suppose dealing with a bunch of idiots that aren’t focused on teaching and rather, are focused on trying to keep a bunch of kids quiet could be considered “learning how to deal with bad teachers who don’t really care about you”, but I’d rather just leave it undefined. Because honestly, that title for the definition is sort of depressing. Continue reading →

Shadow MergersInsanity lurks around every corner. Like a panther it blends with the night and swiftly seeks its prey. A shadow twitches and I jump. There is no time to rest, no time to sleep. My only thought is to escape. To seek the meager safety of the wilderness. The compound is dark and filled with chaotic sounds. The hallways are filled with the beat of heavy feet. From my hiding place I can see a SGD troop, Search Gather Destroyers, trampling down the hall pulling open door ways and yanking those unfortunate enough to have been caught out into the hall, their fates sealed. Continue reading →

I dont care what you believe in as far as faith and religion goes…I know a lot of us have different beliefs. I just want to ask of all of you if sometime today you could all pray to whatever you believe in or if you believe in no sort of higher power if you could just think about my mom for a sec. Continue reading →

She walked alone in the night, the cold biting at her skin. The wind smacked her long black hair into her face, she didn’t bother to push it out of the way, it didn’t matter. Her long cloak dragged at the ground, the thick black velvet material kept the freezing from taking over her. The wind whipped the front tails of he cloak at her black knee high boots. The crimson satin lining occasionally shimmered when it caught glimpse of the moonlight. Continue reading →