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Wait for you~ (A Sonamy Story) A Sonamy Story~
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“I’m sorry, Sonic. But...I think it’s time to move on.”
“What are you saying? I’m telling you that I love you. I’m confessing them to you.”
“I don’t believe you, Sonic. Every day, I give you my love and strength, and hoping that you will love me back...But, all of them vanished from my dreams already.”
“Stop saying that!”
“You know that’s the truth.”
“No, it’s not! Please, give me a chance.”
“No...”
“Why?”
“I...just don’t know. This is goodbye, Sonic.”
“Where are you going?”
“To a new life.”
“Ames, please. Don’t leave me.”
“You don’t want me in your life, I always knew it every time you run away!
Cassandra-81 C81 had a name once. It started with the letter A, she thought, or maybe it ended with an A. She didn’t know anymore; it was the first thing they took when she arrived at the Troy Institute. It had bothered her for the first few weeks, but the more she tried to remember, the more she seemed to forget. When she brought the issue up to the doctors, they repeated what they had been saying all along, that she could not be healed as who she was. To be whole again, she had to rid herself of her past identity and become a new person. They would give her a new name once she was ready.

She didn’t know how long it would take, or how long
SnowOlivia lost herself in the snow.  Sitting on the porch, watching the snowflakes fall from the Missouri night sky, she she let her vision drift into their crystalline reflections.  They were the only things that the weak porch light captured.  The yard, the garage, and the now-silent hen houses were as dark and elusive as the storm-ridden sky.

There had been so many hours, and so many patterns since her father had left.  She had spent days on the side of barn. With flourish, she could tell anyone who would listen on how the barn had been built, and how towards the southeast corner they had run short on longer boards and the pattern of the woo
EulogiesHe was always checking his broken pocketwatch – like, maybe one day he would click the case open and it would be working again, like magic. I don’t think I would have been surprised. He brought such a sense of life with him wherever he went. And maybe that’s why it was a shock when he died.

Their tabby cat – I wonder what’s going to happen to him. It was his wife’s cat really, but, he couldn’t get rid of it – couldn’t deal with being entirely alone – after she died, even if he was always more of a dog person. That cat would sit at my feet whenever I was over for dinner and he always
imaginary conversations I“But it’s not like you just say, ‘oh, you have the attributes which I seek in a mate, so I will now proceed to fall in love with you.’ You can’t turn love on and off like flipping a switch. It doesn't work like that.”

“In a way, it does, though. Because any kind of real love—not a crush or an infatuation: real, deep, lasting love—centres around a similarity in the core of their being and the core of yours. You have to have a reason to love someone—to really love someone, I mean—whether it be their integrity or fortitude or kindness or intelligence or something else entirely. A
The EuroAAARGGH returns - 3Find Where Her Jewels Are!

Well you've got to tie her up,
and then you've got to lay her down.
For you have just a moment to use the tape
and make her dumb, and soon you will find
you have the time, to find where her jewels are!

You gotta take her wrists and then you gotta tie them tight
You gotta be sure that there’s no way she can break the ropes
Before you decide that the time is right for tying her arms up
Don't let the hidden sister, take you from behind
Trust your inner vision and make her lie down there as well

And now you really gotta tie her up and make them sit back to back
Gotta wrap the rope around their waists and
Car RideRaises volume.
It's still too quiet.
AbstractionThe door slammed shut behind her with such force the pictures rattled on the walls. She threw herself down on the sofa, before jumping up again. She just couldn't stay still! There was too much going on inside her, and somehow the self-pity that she expected to feel was being drowned with an overwhelming anger.
She threw a pillow, started with something soft, but the gentle sound it made when it connected with the wall was not what she wanted. So she picked up a book and threw it without looking, the crash as a lamp hit the floor was so satisfying, almost too much so.
Without thinking she ran to the kitchen and threw all the plates that she
He Spoke a Language I Didn't UnderstandWhen I met him, we could not understand one another. I was young, he was old. We both spoke different tongues, and we looked nothing alike. Yet we had been forced together under the iron hand of war and invasion, and that was something we both understood. I was dumped off into his arms like a disobedient puppy by our master, a wordless order to teach me how to act in this new world of foreign rulers and cruel restrictions being exchanged between the two. And while our prisons my have been different - he sat on a silk cushion and was preened like an exotic bird by our master, and I was led around by collar and chain like a young but extremely dangerous animal - we were both captives all the same.
At first, we would both forget that the other could not verbally understand what we wished to say, so we began speaking through physical means. Touches, gestures, and hand signs became our voices. Some were soft; like a brush of the arm to get me to turn in that direction, or when I would pat h
Religious Guilt at Sunday MassGod is The Quietest Voice within you.
The New Monk-chapter 6-The sun was rising the other morning. The monks had to wake up early, as planned , they had to go to Jack’s evil lair to get back their stolen Wu. Omi, was the first one to get up. He went in the other monks rooms and woke them up. Kimiko, Lydia and Clay woke up, but Rai had troubles. While the monks were dressing up, Omi yelled at him

“Raimundo, get your backside up now, Master Fung must not see us!”- Omi said as he rushed through his room.

“Alright, alright! I’m coming!”- he said as he snuggled in his pillow and continued to sleep.
Kimiko went in his room and, of course, managed to get the lazy Brazilia
mirror.you tried to dig your way through glass and aluminum.
i'm there somewhere, you muttered. i'm still there.
i never understood why you always tried, tried, tried to make the make-believe come true.
i looked at your chipped nails, the torn cuticles, your haunted eyes.
and wondered if you were better off living in your imaginary world of white and grey.

-----

you said i was a reflection of you.
but try as I may, i couldn’t see the similarities between you and I.

you.
your features: black and white, colourless and pale.
an outline, a shadow of yourself.

and I.
vibrant, bursting with life. a rainbow. radiant.

-----

i’ll find yo
Diary of Torch Scorcher Day 21 to 40Day 21 – 25/5/2007

I built a tower with the mushrooms today. I’m so proud of myself, but Mr. Wave didn't seem to like it.

Day 22 – 26/5/2007

I keep having nightmares with my dad, I’m sure that if he saw me right now, he would hit me for getting into trouble… I never wanted this… He would be very angry. After all… his death was my fault, wasn't it? I didn't want to hurt him, it was an accident… Tomorrow I’ll write exactly what happened, maybe the ones who are reading this will understand. I’m tired. But at least, my salad sandwiches are back, I’m happy now.

Day 23 &nda
The EuroAAARGGH returns - 2Bind Me Now

With apologies to Johnny Logan and Emil Svanangen

Don't, Don't close your eyes to what you see
Scream, The scarf in your mouth means you can’t scream
Watch the man As he searches through the drawer again
Pray to God That he will go away
Ropes - Ropes that hug my arms so tight
I know That he will take all my things with him
From now on They'll be with someone else instead of me
So tonight I need to keep this memory...
As he turns back and

Binds me now
“Don't cry
Don't say a word
I’ll bind you now
And I Will know that you will stay right here
You’ll be tightly bound
in coils of rope.”
What do you say
Paper GuillotineA cockroach lay on its back beside the chalk line traced across the hall. Its soft brown belly and six hairy legs were pointing at Roach who came back from his chore of fetching the Sunday paper. Roach rolled the paper into a club to do the vermin in.

       “Hold on good Sir,” the previously inanimate cockroach twitched its legs and antennae. “You might regret not hearing me.”

       “Alright,” Roach put the paper down.

       “Thank you,” the cockroach stilled its antennae and nodded. “I am Alfonse Wegner, descent from Central Europe. I say to you Sir, it would be so kind of you to spare me
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Jolly Old Saint NIck

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After he had slashed open the millionth letter from some present grubbing child demanding a certain media fuelled toy, he snapped. The gears inside him must have given way because he seemed no different. He hoisted himself into the sled, and waded down every chimney just as always.

But then he saw the child gazing up at him, and he asked "Have you been good?"

"Yes, Santa!"

"Lies," he drew out the huge inexhaustible bag of coals and let it drop on the child's head.

Suddenly he felt lighter. Nearly free. A smile stretched across his face.

Ho ho ho.
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Merry Christmas~

It was inspired by Neil Gaiman's christmas drabble called Nicholas Was...

Was going to draw but what the heck.

EDIT: A present for Frances. Who seems to be in need of one now.
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~Chibi-X-Hitsu Dec 26, 2010
LOL xD this is great! good ol' St. Nick
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