Oh, it's so lovely.I never realized how bad my eyes were until I drove around a little today and everything I saw was absolutely beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous. Scummy dark alleyways, dead trees, even my ratty house. Everything looked so amazing. I can't believe I was able to live before without all this beauty.
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Search Party Ch. 3Lisa:Search Party Ch. 3
Naked and hungover. That’s how I woke up the morning after I came home from the hospital. My head hurt and my stomach was churning. The wound in my stomach was killing me. I wondered if I had reinjured it, but it was just red and swollen. I sat up in bed and ran my fingers through my hair, but I pulled them away in disgust when I felt some sort of sticky, gooey substance clumped in it. It smelled like bad eggs. I slipped out of bed and nearly tripped over a pile of clothes on the floor. They weren’t mine. They looked like some of Ron’s old clothes because they looked too small for him now.
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Search Party Ch. 2Ron:Search Party Ch. 2
“Ron, she’s acting crazy. She’s cross dressing, she’s smoking, and she just left. I don’t know where she’s going.”
I pulled my head away from the phone for a second while I tried to process this sudden turn of events. When it still wasn’t making sense, I asked, “Who?”
“Lisa!” yelled Mom into the phone, “We were supposed to go see the therapist, but she went insane and ran off.”
“Well, what do you want me to do?” I asked.
“Go find her!” came the answer.
I sighed and told h
by ~useless-cachivache
Search Party Ch. 1Waking up in a puddle of blood is never fun. It’s especially dreadful when the blood is your own. Although, if it isn’t your blood, you have to worry about all these different kinds of diseases and you have the unfortunate task of finding out whose blood it is that you’d recently been napping in. But whether it’s your blood or not, if you wake up in a puddle of blood like I did in the early morning of Sunday, June 8, 2008, you can guarantee that you won’t be having a nice day, or week for that matter.Search Party Ch. 1
When I woke up in a puddle of blood on the morning of Sunday, June 8, 2008, I was a little out of it. I w
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Extracurricular Activities Ch4It was finally last period. Despite having to deal with whatever Marie had to throw at her, Remy was glad. She’d soon be able to leave school and go see Lauren. Going to see Lauren was always an adventure.Extracurricular Activities Ch4
When she walked into the classroom, Marie was the only one there, and unlike most days, she didn’t glare up at Remy when she noticed her. Instead, she looked kind of worried.
When Remy sat down she began talking quickly in a low voice, “Look, I know we agreed not to talk anymore, but you have to do something.”
Remy was in disbelief. She stared at Marie for a second, trying to figu
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Winged gates - prolougeNight swept over the sky as the Morning flowers fell into their dreams, bunnies and birdies curlign up to sleep, and everyone gettign in bed for rest.Winged gates - prolouge
It would have been a perfect night if someone had not died.
A woman, near her early twenties and late teens, was found with piano cords tightly curled around her neck.Officers report says she was one of few 'Narrators' to walk this earth.
We just need her name...find her killer...bring him to justice...
It would be easy....
If they knew it was me~
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- Current Residence: Massachusetts
- Interests: Swimming, Guitar, Drums, Piano
- Favourite movie: Little Miss Sunshine
- Favourite band or musician: Radiohead
- Favourite genre of music: Rock, Electro
- Favourite style of art: I love everything
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- Favourite game: Okami
- Favourite gaming platform: PS2, PS3, Wii
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It's funny, because of my last big upload those two are my least favorites XD
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Sometimes good artists don't realize how good they are. I know I'm never completely satisfied with a story I write, even though people tell me I did fine.
I really hate the style of the monster picture though, not to mention I completely screwed up the girl's eye. Her pupils are so dilated now one look in to the light would blind her 0_o
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