Wow, this is ... new!
Life is taking a new direction.
Life has decided again.
Old has gone on.
New has come in.
Has it arrived too fast?
New, new, new.
New has a name.
Spice ... of life.
New ...
Please come in.


HHAW: PtMYA 3Horton Hears A Who: Pleased to Meet You Again Chapter ThreeHHAW: PtMYA 3
Jojo gets up after sleeping one and a half more hours since six in the morning. He looks at the clock, and gasps. Seven thirty. Whoville High School starts classes in thirty minutes. Jojo jumps out of bed, going over what he needs to do in his head, trying to find the fastest way to do everything. He sprints toward the bathroom and takes a five minute shower, almost slipping as he tries to get out of the tub. He dries off quickly, shaking like a dog to get the water off his fur. Jojo grabs a towel and rubs


HHAW: PtMYA 2Horton Hears A Who: Pleased to Meet You Again Chapter TwoHHAW: PtMYA 2
Jojo awakes to a slight breeze in the crisp morning air. It is a bit cold and Jojo shivers as a result. He is still in his observatory, and gasps as he realizes his parents must be worried sick. His father does his rounds every night, checking on each of his daughters, until he gets to Jojo his only son and the last child he sees before he goes to sleep at night. He would not have seen Jojo, as the Mayors son disappeared to the Observatory soon after dinner. Jojo tosses the pillow and blanket he


HHAW: PtMYA 1Horton Hears A Who: Pleased to Meet You Again Chapter OneHHAW: PtMYA 1
Now, we all know the story of Horton, the caring elephant that saved the beloved town of Whoville. And we have also heard of Jojo, Ned McDodds only son, and the next to acquire the Mayoral position. In that story, we learned that the Whos are a miniscule race, their world able to fit comfortably on a flower in the forest of Nool. However, they have only heard Hortons voice through a horn connected to Whovilles pipe system, separated by the tremendous gap that is size. But what if the Whos could transport themselves into Nool,


IZ: TWIJA Oneshot An IRKen spacecraft floated just above the Earths atmosphere, its red hull clashing with the black abyss of space. ZIM was attempting to fix one of the ships generators, Zina right by his side, handing him tools as he needed them. There was a window was on the far wall, but there was only blackness visible. GIR was elsewhere in the spacecraft, no doubt bouncing off the walls in his usual hyperactive way. Zina sat on a box with her head in her hands. She was still wearing her Invaders uniform, because ZIM had insisted that she come right away, when he wanted heIZ: TWIJA Oneshot


The Thing About ClichesI. If this were a cliché,The Thing About Cliches
A poem, or both It would be about sparkling midnight skies and heartbeats and flowers and sex.
There would be oceanic eyes and rain that tastes like tears. Well throw in anxiety-riddled murmurs and metaphorical bullets and allusions to sharp objects for pity.
This is not a cliché anymore.
So instead I wrote about the flavor of emerald and the fragrance of April hope. I painted pictures of a perfect pencil, poised over a blank page.
II. If this were a romance, A message in a bottle, or both It would still be clich&


heart brokenIn my dreams It was me in your arms My lips on yours There was only us And the clouds And the stars It was the world and us It was us against the world But in your arms I could take it Anything the world dished out And with your kisses I was strong again In my dreams it was me in your arms My lips on yours But in reality It’s always been herheart broken


Why I Think Twilight SucksThe majority of my non-working summer draws to a close today, and what better way to waste time than write? I must admit Ive been drawn to writing a little bit more over the past week, sparked by the visual consumption of Anti-Twilight rants. Many of the points I plan to bring up have been covered in every other Anti-Twilight rant that Ive read, but if this is the only one you ever plan on reading, than for the sake of sparing you the humiliation of liking Twilight, Ill cover them ALL as best I can. Let me start right off the bat with the most obvious flaw in Twilight; the charaWhy I Think Twilight Sucks

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Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are.
I couldn't help it. It's all your fault.
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"Thieves respect property. They merely wish the property to become their property that they may more perfectly respect it.
-G. K. Chesterton"
"What is life after band season? What exists after your life is over?"
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-Kitty
"Thieves respect property. They merely wish the property to become their property that they may more perfectly respect it.
-G. K. Chesterton"
"What is life after band season? What exists after your life is over?"
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I moved to a new account, sorry. ( WolfGirl37 )
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I was looking at all the people I'm watching, and I removed some of them, but there is a column that says: "Critiques".
What are critiques?
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