Essence of DreamingDREAMINGEssence of Dreaming
Twisty turney rolling tossing Salmonella apple-saucing Careful crafted words are talking
Even though I know I'm walking Roaring tigers slowly costing
Kinda like those pizza's waltzing Bears in blue-green sewing seaming It's almost as if I'm dreaming.... Nonsense makes up perfect logic My brain is yelling "I'm nostalgic" Flying out past shepard's calling Maybe that is why I'm falling Dashing dragon so undaring Wonder why noone is staring. Doveling's dawn light slowly creeping It's almost as if I'm sleeping...
Nathan's storyNathan’s storyNathan's story
Part 3
Soft, that was what first occurred to him. He was on something soft. And it was bright, “Bright and...red? Ah, my eyes are closed” he thought to himself but did not open them “Am I dead? Surely I must be. That was my neck that snapped and now I must be...Where? Is this heaven, or hell?” now he dared not open his eyes, lest he find out that he had gone to hell and was about to be set on fire. He just lay there being as still as he could barely breathing, a shadow passed in front of him, and he almost flinched. The shadow drew closer to him, knelt and pressed somethi
Part 2Nathan’s Story (Prologue I ) (part 2 )Part 2
It had been another one of those particularly bad days for Nathaniel. The Toad was in a much more abusive mood than normal: he had missed a King Gloat in some over-priced Sweetheart Luxury Cruiser and got a serious butt chewing out of it (the only reason they didn’t fire him from his job was because he was the only one who did the kind of work they needed him to do so they were stuck with him.) And of course Toad turned his frustration onto Nathaniel, who took it silently. A group of boys had cornered him in the hallway during lunch, and he had
PrologeNathan’s Story (Prologue I ) (part I )Prologe
Nathaniel Toadsward was a miserable boy who steeped himself in self-loathing and self–pity. His parents had both died, his Mother in child birth, and his Father shortly after of a broken heart, leaving him in the care of a withered old toad-catcher who was known only by his nickname of Toad. It was because of this that Nathaniel became known as Toad’s Ward.
Now, Toad was a horrid, bitter old miser who lived in an old swamp shack at the edge of an air-field and made a living catching the black gloat toads that would otherwise gum-up the circuitry in th
Stolen"Reg.." Belle ignored the doctor's warning and took a cautious seat on the edge of the bed. She focused her gaze on him and him alone, straining to distract herself from the still form he clung to so protectively. "Reg...Alice isn't here anymore." He gave no indication that he heard her and busily tucked another fold of blanket around the cooling body. Belle shifted further onto the mattress and began to edge toward him warily. “..you need to let them tend to her, honey. They’ll take good care of her, I promise..”Stolen
“She’s cold.” He said this conversationally, even pleasantly. “I have to keep her
Signs You Might Hate TwilightI've seen too many "ZOMG SINES U MITE LUV TWILIGHT!" deviations in recent days. So, for your enjoyment, I am writing "Signs You Might Hate Twilight," just to even the score. All flames will be used for keeping my feet warm at night. Thank you.Signs You Might Hate Twilight
1. When you hear the word "Twilight" you automatically wonder if Link could kick Edward's ass instead of Ganondorf's.
2. You hate it when a character doesn't spontaneously combust when they SHOULD.
3. You know perfectly well Lestat is still the best gay vampire ever. And he doesn't even have to sparkle.
4. Dracula.
5. You are not amused
ULTIMATE MOTHERS DAY EVER!!!!!!!!
Cheerful
i thought id comment u in case u get online before him
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"why do you wear a bell?"
Grace "my friends perfer me to wear one while I'm in society"
"Why?"
Grace "Why would any one put a bell on a cat?"
"...to keep it from killing Songbirds."
Grace " Exactly!
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If I could enter my imagination, I wouldn't come back alive.
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"why do you wear a bell?"
Grace "my friends perfer me to wear one while I'm in society"
"Why?"
Grace "Why would any one put a bell on a cat?"
"...to keep it from killing Songbirds."
Grace " Exactly!
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"Writers aren't exactly people...they're a whole lot of people trying to be one person." --F. Scott Fitzgerald.
"Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." --E.L. Doctorow.
(Lol! Blue screen of death.)
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I am just a writer in way over his head.
Am I good? Not really.
Do I know what I am doing half the time? Nuh-uh.
Am I noticed for my writing? I doubt it.
Do I still write anyway? Hell yeah!
Why? Because it is not what I do. It is who I am.
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"why do you wear a bell?"
Grace "my friends perfer me to wear one while I'm in society"
"Why?"
Grace "Why would any one put a bell on a cat?"
"...to keep it from killing Songbirds."
Grace " Exactly!
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I am just a writer in way over his head.
Am I good? Not really.
Do I know what I am doing half the time? Nuh-uh.
Am I noticed for my writing? I doubt it.
Do I still write anyway? Hell yeah!
Why? Because it is not what I do. It is who I am.
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"Writers aren't exactly people...they're a whole lot of people trying to be one person." --F. Scott Fitzgerald.
"Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." --E.L. Doctorow.
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