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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 1:05 pm
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xXx_RiNgLeAdEr_xXx Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 1:06 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 7:24 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 7:25 pm
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And here's a short story
Big Surprises Come in Little Packages
It’s dark. Nothing seems to be able to break through this almost pure darkness till lights start to flicker. On…off…on…off. Soon my eyes darted to the shadow on the white tiled walls. Large in size it seemed not to portray the tiny girl that produced the shadow. The girl looked innocent with her baby blue eyes while her shadowed looked as if it escaped from the seventh level of hell and it wasn’t going back anytime soon. The tiny pixie like girl with her dark red hair, complete with a single white strip, started to skip over to me. Though it was hard to tell since I just seemed to notice that I was hanging upside down by my feet in this unknown room. My own long brown hair fell down to the ground as my honey coated eyed stared at the pixie girl in front of me. She smiled once more at me, though she would not show her teeth. “Hello again,” She whimpered into my ear as she walked around my body. My mind flashed to the image of a wolf hunting their prey; stalking, waiting, and killing them in glee; their game. She shook her head at me as she continued her route around me. When she reached to the point in front of me she bent down to be eye level with me. Her baby blue eyes seemed to be glittering in glee as they pierced mine with their intensity. The smile that left her face while she walked came back to her in the speed of light. “Guess what dear friend,” She was now bouncing in her spot as she clapped her hands, “I got you something.” Her words made my heart pound faster. I could not look at her. So, the floor caught my interest. Black and white tiles laid in a checker board pattern. Not a single stain was seen on the floor. My head hurt and my through became dry. I did not want this present. I didn’t feel right. Then again I am hanging upside down like some piece of meat. … The sound of her walking stopped again. My head shot up to look at her. She stood an inch away from my face as she told me a little secret. “Dear friend, guess what?” she leaned closer, as if what she was about to tell me was a little secret between the bestest of friends, “I never did get to finish dying my hair you know.” My eyes widened as they stared over at the one stripe of white hair. She smiled at my fear. It made her happy to see the look of terror in my eyes. “Silly friend, didn’t I tell you before all this what would happen,” She shook her head at me like it was all my fault, “Sigh. I guess you will just have to open your present to find out.” She skipped over to a table I never seemed to notice before. On it was a little box. And that box was wrapped in black paper while a white bow decorated the top. She then looked back at me. “Well, since you can’t open your own present with your arms like that.” Her words sent a shock to my brain. I tried to move my arms, but they seemed to be trapped in a mummy like way (arms crossed over the chest). I looked back up to see if I could find the pixie like girl, but she seemed to disappear. Her shadow was still their though. It grew and grew and grew in size becoming this beast with large fangs and a monstrous appearance. Then the beast of terror spoke, in the same tone as the pixie girl before. “Dear friend, are you ready for your gift? Cause I am!” Its grin widened making the fangs sparkle in the little light that gathered in the room. My mouth opened in a silent scream before my vocal cords decided to work as I screamed one name. Then I woke up.
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 8:49 pm
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( I'm Not Entering ) Just a little poem I happen to love, thought I should share it.
The Boy With His Heart In A Box
There was once a boy who felt no love His heart was taken and kept up above Locked in a box He hadnt the key For around the neck it layed of old grampy "Grampy, can I please have the key?" Begged the little boy "No, No" said Grampy, It isn't a toy "But I need my heart, I feel so hollow inside" "Im sorry lad....." And once again he was denied Away the boy walked, Unsure how to feel Without a heart, No emotion was real Just then he had an idea come to brain He knew that at last how his heart to regain He loved his Grampy, or atleast he thought so Without his heart, He would never know So with just a small "tip" Grampy went into the flames Cursing and screaming and calling him names Quickly Grampy was engulfed by a firey sea All that was left was some bones and a key At last his heart could be his once again He unlocked the box and removed it and then With a zip and a squish all his feelings returned He realized that the only person who loved him he burned And in the end the boy sighed one more little moan, He then keeled over sad and alone
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 9:58 pm
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The Phoenix It stares with its beady eyes, Watches you carefully, And if you speak its true name, When you fall asleep, It will attack you, So don't ever mutter, The true name of, The Phoenix (All my poems are like this ><)
Fear Itself He lurks where you are scared most, Whether its clows or dark, He screeches and barks, He watches you when you sleep, He knows when you're awake, You cannot hide, Even in the dark, He loves the smell of fear, He hates the ones who are brave, He knows they are the weakest, He knows that they are the strongest, No matter where you go, He will always find you, What is He you ask, Well, He is Fear, He'll find you.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 5:47 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 8:58 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 7:57 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 4:32 pm
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