KILL SOMEBODY ALREADY. You cannot tell me that a bunch of spastic 16-year-olds are throwing knives at each other and no one gets it in the eye and dies. I am tired of these uninjured, never-dying, magically resurrecting ninjas.
I call bullshit.


You bound our spines.It was summer. He braided daisy chains and called them flowers; she tangled words and called them speech. I was the only one who knew the truth; that the thin lines of cellulose that run beneath the tender skin of a leaf are not so different from the veins of blood and sentiment that pulse through syllables as they smack against your teeth.You bound our spines.
I was the weaver. To the art of his flower arranging, I added in her words, until it was no longer clear whose work was whose. I taught her poetry, and he taught me composition. She taught nothing in particular --exc
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Name: Hyuuga Neji
Translation: Screw in the sun
Attack: Poking
Defense: Imitating a Ballerina on steroids
he will end you NOW
Care to get an idea? Just for when you, for examply, run out of things to draw? Or would like the idea, too?
A big group of all sorts of vampire characters, all from Nosferatu to Van Hellsing, beating up Edward Cullen, since I am fairly sure nobody could easily get away with ruining the name of all vampires.
Me, and several of my friends found the idea amusing. How about you?
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Rumasana has spoken.
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Unfortunately, it really sucked. I might try it again after I get out of school this semester.
Well, can't get a good idea without someone already having invented it.
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Rumasana has spoken.
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BELLA: So why is Alice so enthusiastic?
EDWARD: Im going to pointedly change the subject.
PLOT: *sleepily looks up* Is... is that me again, or...?
PLOTLESS CRAPPY ROMANCE: Nah I think its me.
PLOT: *sigh*
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"Twilight? Its f*ing Dusk!"
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