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Llama*sigh* So, I'm back. I'll probably post like, stories from creative writing or something. Maybe being active on deviantart will encourage me to do more art. Time will tell I suppose.
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Freundschaft macht Freiheit“Are you sure this is the right place Ken? This doesn’t look like a great location for something that requires formal dress.” “Of course I am sure Tania. They let us in at the gate didn’t they? The guard said building seventeen, right?”Freundschaft macht Freiheit
Tania snorted under her breathe and relaxed back into her captain’s chair behind the passenger seat. Ken was obviously trying to pretend he was confident and in control of the situation, but as the girl exchanged a look with her friend riding shotgun, it was clear that neither of them believed him. Their best friend had been trying to act cool and smo
by ~bookwyrmstargrrl
Four PrincesIt was cold in the forest. The dark, imposing trees were so thick that the sun never reached the ground here, even on the road. But the old woman, in her ragged hooded cloak, didn’t mind the cold. She maintained a hunched, huddled, beaten, beggar’s posture, with her poor, ratty clothing and the abused old staff which held most of her weight ensuring the overall image of poverty and wretchedness. She was waiting. And soon enough, her waiting was rewarded. Hoof beats clomping on the packed dirt heralded the appearance of a traveler down the gloomy road. He was mounted on a fine horse, healthy, well groomed, and of good breeding, but nFour Princes
by ~bookwyrmstargrrl
That DayThat day. That day. How can I even begin to explain it? It was almost indistinguishable from any other. It was a Wednesday. I had a test in history that I hadn’t studied for. I don’t think I did too bad on it anyways, I’ve always been good at memorizing that kind of stuff without trying. We had a sub in math, so I spent the whole hour goofing off with my friends. I didn’t even want to go to the other school’s choir concert that night. True, I needed the credit for bringing in a program in my own choir class, but I didn’t feel like driving all the way out there. I agreed to go though, ‘cause my friThat Day
by ~bookwyrmstargrrl
MuseIt was the summer before her junior year. She’d gotten her license in May, a week after turning sixteen. Thankfully due to a precedent set by lazy older siblings (and to a local reluctance to hire those below eighteen) her parents hadn’t made her get a job. So she spent her summer hanging out without friends when she could, reading, or sketching. She loved to sit in public places, clear her mind, and sketch whatever she thought of. She would sit in the mall’s food court, on a bench by the river, at her favorite bookstore in the aisle between sci-fi and fantasy (in her opinion one of the most amazing spots in literature), or inMuse
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T O R N CHP 19Chapter 19: Pain…T O R N CHP 19
Zuko and Katara were resting in their rooms, Sokka and Toph had taken off to wander around the City of New Ozai. Aang sat in his room; every ounce of light cut off from within the four walls; his mind wandered and he remembered the pain.
The pain he felt when Azula hit him from behind with the bolt of lightening, like a snake breaking the back of its prey. The look in Katara's eyes before he plunged head first into the ground; he remembered what he felt— the anger. How he thought, that at that exact moment, everything was lost. Walking t
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T O R N CHP 18Chapter Eighteen: The City of New OzaiT O R N CHP 18
The Aang Gang reached the top of the mountain, Aang and Sokka at the front of the line, but Zuko seemed to be lagging behind. Katara had noticed but tried not to pry as much as she had wanted to, but they were almost to Omashu and whatever was bothering Zuko needed to be resolved before anything else happened. Aang decided to take a small break; the gang happily sunk to the ground and with heavy sighs let small smiles spread across their faces. Katara and Zuko walked on a few feet from their friends, for somewhat privacy.
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T O R N CHP 17Chapter Seventeen: Kill or Be Killed…T O R N CHP 17
Zuko and Azula took a fight their fighting stances. “I Zuko Prince of the Fire Nation, challenge you Azula Princess of the Fire Nation to an Agni Kai.”
“Oh its going to be like that is it brother?” Azula said.
“What’s Agni Kai?” Toph asked.
“A fire dual between to fire benders, the loser will—” Haru stopped and looked at Zuko.
“The loser will receive the mark of shame, as I have on my face,” Zuko said.
“Well then
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- Current Residence: beyond the wardrobe
- Interests: rocks and yarn and drama and DI and books and valedictorians
- Favourite movie: 10 Things I Hate About You
- Favourite band or musician: Uhhh... Queen, yeah, let's go with that. And CInema Bizarre
- Favourite genre of music: Whatever someone nearby is listening to
- Favourite artist: See friends list
- Favourite poet or writer: anyone who writes good sci-fi or fantasy
- Favourite photographer: Caroline Carson
- Favourite style of art: uuuuuuummmmmm.........
- Operating System: I'm technologically retarded, so I dunno
- MP3 player of choice: Kiefer
- Shell of choice: pistachio shells, good stress management method
- Wallpaper of choice: The kind that dances around like in the OK GO video.
- Skin of choice: the kind that let's you turn into an animal
- Favourite game: Workd of Warcraft (I'm sorry Julie, don't kill me)
- Favourite gaming platform: Platform heels. As long as I'm not wearing 'em
- Favourite cartoon character: Aang, Cosmo, or Spongebob
- Personal Quote: "Never pet a flaming cat" or "Be careful with your pelvises"
- Tools of the Trade: Pencil or polymer clay or anything sharp and pointy. Oo, and Sharpies
- Email: bookwyrmstargrrl@hotmail.com
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Love is blind and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit; for if they could, Cupid himself would blush. ~ Jessica, Merchant of Venice by Shakespeare
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With a sword, those within my sight, can at least be protected. ~Himura Kenshin
REAL FRIENDS: Is the reason you have no food.
FAKE FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr / Mrs
REAL FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOM
FAKE FRIENDS: Never seen you cry
REAL FRIENDS: Cry with you
FAKE FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back
REAL FRIENDS: Keep your stuff so long they forget it's yours
FAKE FRIENDS: Know a few things about you
REAL FRIENDS: Could write a book about you with direct quotes from
you
FAKE FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing
REAL FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds butt that left you
FAKE FRIENDS: Would knock on your front door
REAL FRIENDS: Walk right in and say 'I'M HOME!'
FAKE FRIENDS: Are for awhile
REAL FRIENDS: Are for life
FAKE FRIENDS: Will talk bad to the person who talks bad about you.
REAL FRIENDS: Will knock the person out that talked bad about you
FAKE FRIENDS: Would ignore this
REAL FRIENDS: Will send this to all their real friends and hope to
get it back!
If you were killed today, I'm sorry I wouldn't be able to come to
your funeral, because I'd be in jail for killing the person who did
it.
First, I wanted to let you know that I love you to death & think
you are amazing!
Second, if I don't get this back I understand...
I have a game for you. Once you read this letter, you must send it to
14 people that you really care about, including the person that
sent it to you. If you receive at least 7 back then you are
luved
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...Itchy...
...Tasty...
something related to this lucid saying -->
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Violence isn't the answer. It's a question and the answer is yes.
REAL FRIENDS: Is the reason you have no food.
FAKE FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr / Mrs
REAL FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOM
FAKE FRIENDS: Never seen you cry
REAL FRIENDS: Cry with you
FAKE FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back
REAL FRIENDS: Keep your stuff so long they forget it's yours
FAKE FRIENDS: Know a few things about you
REAL FRIENDS: Could write a book about you with direct quotes from
you
FAKE FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing
REAL FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds butt that left you
FAKE FRIENDS: Would knock on your front door
REAL FRIENDS: Walk right in and say 'I'M HOME!'
FAKE FRIENDS: Are for awhile
REAL FRIENDS: Are for life
FAKE FRIENDS: Will talk bad to the person who talks bad about you.
REAL FRIENDS: Will knock the person out that talked bad about you
FAKE FRIENDS: Would ignore this
REAL FRIENDS: Will send this to all their real friends and hope to
get it back!
If you were killed today, I'm sorry I wouldn't be able to come to
your funeral, because I'd be in jail for killing the person who did
it.
First, I wanted to let you know that I love you to death & think
you are amazing!
Second, if I don't get this back I understand...
I have a game for you. Once you read this letter, you must send it to
14 people that you really care about, including the person that
sent it to you. If you receive at least 7 back then you are
luved
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'Old songs sound like memories'
- Sasha Lynn Stowers -
~ What can be said can be said; but what can be seen cannot be said ~
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With a sword, those within my sight, can at least be protected. ~Himura Kenshin
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Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
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Gale: 'Lupa, what shall I tell your child?'
Lupa: 'Tell him to become a man of honor...'
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i would love for you to check out my Naruto OC Fanfic "Dead Silence in the Land of Rain"
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