Here is my story: (Sorry it's so long - and this isn't even all of it!) My name is Ashley. I live down south from everywhere...Bascilly in the middle of no where. I've got a twin sister by the name of Krystal, who is the complete oppisite to me. She has long bleached blonde hair; wears mini skirts and tank tops; has her mobile phone in her hand messaging...All the time; and last but not least, shes popular. I have black, short hair, and wear dark clothes. I don't wear mini skirts, thats basiclly almost against my "religion", it's funny I should talk about religion...I'm actually Rock Culturesapian...Yes, I did make up my own religion. It's where; you have to listen to Music everyday, has to be rock otherwise you'll have a bad curse, (hadn't really thought about the 'punishment', but having a curse is just a guestimation), wear dark clothes, and don't ever, EVER be a popular...or atleast a popular tryhard. I've also got a best friend, his name is Addison. He is a bi-sexual, (and gets judged, bullied and teased about his sexuality.) and the reason why we're friends is because we have a lot in common. The big thing that we've both got in common is - that we both know what it's like to be judged. Oh yeah, I almost forgot. I work at this total kickass place (bad thing), where I've got to walk 10,000 miles just to get there. It's called, 'Retro Mania Radio Store', doesn't get much attention, and I think I know why... CHAPTER - 1. My twin sister, Krystal, I don't know why...She always gets so much more attention then me. My parents spoilt her so badly, she thinks shes a princess. Her room is discusting. It's all, uh, pink? She has the worst friends anybody could ever imagine. The reason why I think that? Their my worst enimies. In 5th grade, I was best friends with Ruby Swan. We were really close - up until I found out she was talking about me, calling me a 'lesbian', behind my back to everybody in our grade. Ever since then, I've just hated her more and more...I'm now in 3rd form, I think 4 years of hating has made me a stronger person...Mwahaha. Anyway, yeah, well Ruby Swan met these other bitches, and decided to make a hate site up about me, (because I ditched her as a friend), and she would always through eggs at my house and steal things out of my locker...and everything you could name of. At the end of the story - Ruby SWan and me became worst enimies, we're like eachothers nightmares, really...And my twin, Krystal, yeah well she kind of makes fun of me; tells them my "secrets", (Baha, from when I was what, 5?) And feeds them juicy, gossip about me? - To be honest, I have no idea what they've got against me. And at the end of the day, if they've got some crap about me all written in their diaries, it doesn't make a difference to my, or any body elses day. Its just when they go around, sending it to everyone on their contact list. FRIDAY, 3RD OF FEBRUARY, 2008. I was running late for school, but couldn't be bothered getting a late pass. So I went straight down to English, (I forgot that we had sport), And there were a bunch of year 10 kids in my English class. I walked down to the libary, and asked them where my class was...It took them about 20-25 minutes to tell me where they were. The office lady called me 'dumb', as I walked out. I was running to sport, and then saw everybody looking at me. Silence stiked. I slowly put my bag down, and walked to Addison. Addison said, 'You didn't miss out on much, just a few push ups...' And then, my sports teacher said in his loudest voice, 'ASHLEY RODIGUA!HOW DARE YOU JUST WALK INTO MY SPORTS CLASS LIKE THAT, HOW DISRESPECTFUL! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO COME UPTO ME, SAY 'SORRY SIR FOR BEING LATE', AND GO AND SIT DOWN. NOT JUST STORM IN HERE AND GO AND SIT NEXT TO, UH...ADDISON!' And then everybody looked at me. The populars were laughing so hard, you could see their snot coming out of their noses (I know, a little graphic...Haha). I forgot to get a late pass, and thats what my sports teacher was looking for. I didn't know what to do... So I just said, 'Sorry I was late sir.' And was hoping he wouldn't notice that I didn't get a late pass. My sport teacher
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| Would you be interested in such a story? I have an idea for a fantasy novel. This is the brief summary: 5 youths from a small village, are chosen to be the new batch of legendary "Dragon Dancers" and young Aroha is one of the selected ones. But how do you uphold your title when everyone believes that this is a pure misunderstanding? Together, they must prove themselves worthy of their titles while struggling through their rigorous trainings and what seems to be a world of lies, betrayal and unpredictability. As the lands are thrust into a whirlwind of danger and threat from an unknown force, will young Aroha and her friends uncover the true secret to being a Dragon Dancer? Or will the Legendary Lands forever plunge into loss and destruction? So, what do you think? Is it too cliché? Too common? Will you be interested in such a story? Thanks everyone! Your answers are great! Well, I haven't really given much in-depth thought into the characteristics of "Dragon Dancers". But they'll probably be a group of extraordinary people / villagers who have a certain rapport with nature and dragons in particular. Something like that... To become full-fledged "Dragon Dancers" and take on their roles, they have to go through training to build a connection with their dragons and learn the secrets of the lands and the techniques of magic etc. Basically, I'm still working on developing these set of characters... Catégorie : Books & Authors Par : Crystal Hearts |
| What's the book title and whose the author? I read a story long time back which i don't remember the author's name or its title, The story goes like this, 1rich guy in luv with a poor gal and this guy mother will try 2 kill dat gal but she will escape with her face damaged and she will do plastic surgery and will come again to this guy but he wont blive her then she will tell him a secret which they both only know dat they will hide a pearl necklace somewhere in a beach or cave i 4got... What's the book?? Catégorie : Books & Authors Par : brown gal |
| FuNNY JOKE!! --men are from mars, women from venus =)? ---MEN ARE FROM MARS,WOMEN FROM VENUS--- Men are from Mars, Women from Venus RECEIVED FROM AN ENGLISH PROFESSOR: You know the book Men are from Mars, Women from Venus? Well, here's a prime example of that. This assignment was actually turned in by two of my English students: Rebecca (last name deleted) and Gary (last name deleted). English 44A SMU Creative Writing Prof. Miller In class Assignment for Wednesday: Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right. One of you will write the first paragraph of a short story. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story. The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back and forth. Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order to keep the story coherent. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached. And now, the Assignment as submitted by Rebecca & Gary: At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said in happier times, that he liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the question. Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17," he said into his transgalactic communicator. "Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far...". But before he could sign off a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit. He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one last pang of regret for physically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel", Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspapers to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?", she pondered wistfully. Little did she know, but she has less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu-udrian mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace Disarmament Treaty through Congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu-udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion which vaporized Laurie and 85 million other Americans. The President slammed his fist on the conference table. "We can't allow this! I'm going to veto that treaty! Let's blow 'em out of the sky!" This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic, semi-literate adolescent. Yeah? Well, you're a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium. Asshole. Bit-ch. ----End of Story----- heyy guys some of u might have read this post b4 but im just posting it again for other's enjoyment....glad to make your day!!! Catégorie : Jokes & Riddles Par : Preludeto Hedonism65 |
| SoMe NiCe JokEs!!!!!? ---MEN ARE FROM MARS,WOMEN FROM VENUS--- Men are from Mars, Women from Venus RECEIVED FROM AN ENGLISH PROFESSOR: You know the book Men are from Mars, Women from Venus? Well, here's a prime example of that. This assignment was actually turned in by two of my English students: Rebecca (last name deleted) and Gary (last name deleted). English 44A SMU Creative Writing Prof. Miller In class Assignment for Wednesday: Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right. One of you will write the first paragraph of a short story. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story. The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back and forth. Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order to keep the story coherent. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached. And now, the Assignment as submitted by Rebecca & Gary: At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said in happier times, that he liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the question. Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17," he said into his transgalactic communicator. "Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far...". But before he could sign off a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit. He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one last pang of regret for physically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel", Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspapers to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?", she pondered wistfully. Little did she know, but she has less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu-udrian mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace Disarmament Treaty through Congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu-udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion which vaporized Laurie and 85 million other Americans. The President slammed his fist on the conference table. "We can't allow this! I'm going to veto that treaty! Let's blow 'em out of the sky!" This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic, semi-literate adolescent. Yeah? Well, you're a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium. Asshole. Bit-ch. ----End of Story----- The joke's pretty long so u might wanna skip some words/phrases especially from Gary's space story..haha... Hope u enjoy it! Catégorie : Jokes & Riddles Par : Preludeto Hedonism65 |
| How do I get back at my wife who is having affair with a lad 14yrs her junior ? I want to keep the marriage as we are having a 5 yrs old child. I hope she can come out of it, get tired of it. But it is the sore feeling that she is cooking up all stories to get out of the house and be with this lad for the past 2 weeks when she arranged him to fly over here from another land. Their secret sms also mentioned of having a child together... and me the dummy father to register childbirth in my country because of good social security. How to denied them their pleasures without spoiling the plan now? Let them have a child and I quit on her??? YET, I am still holding on for her that they will finish off before reaching to that child-birth scenario. Catégorie : Marriage & Divorce Par : ganfrangi |
| On Virtual Villages- The Secret City I cleared the rubble but didn't find the hidden puzzle pieces! HELP ME!! My people were clearing the rubble and I left it on slow for the night and when I turned my computer on it said that they had found the hidden ruins and I didn't know what they were talking about. So I put one of my villagers on the rubble to finish clearing it and it told a story about hidden stuff in the cave! And on a different website it said that when it was like 75 percent done or something they would start seeing the tablet pieces! Help Me! What do I do? Catégorie : Video & Online Games Par : lonewolf_495 |
| What do you think of this poem? All the clouds are turning grey, Today will be another gloomy day. The wind is whispering throughout the land, Of forgotten promises, made by man. Blinded by one’s own desire, Can one hand start a raging fire? My past is filled, with many mistakes, Now I’m standing at the start, of a path I can’t take. The past can be kept secret, but can’t be reversed. But secrets won’t stay hidden, and in time will surface. All the things I’ve tried to hide, Will end up killing me on the inside. Blinded by my own desire, Will my hand start a raging fire? My hands are shackled and bound tight, And chained every day and night. Imprisoned by my own, guilty conscience, Wrongs that can’t be put right, by a few lousy confessions And the wind is still whispering, throughout the land, Of forgotten promises, made by man. I will put right, all I’ve done wrong, And believe in that lingering, essence of a song. Sung by the birds and the old oak trees, Of a promise that was kept, for centuries The shackles have fallen; my hands are now free, But this isn’t the end of my story. If I put away all that I desire, Can my hand stop a ravenous fire? Actually, this is my first poem. Would you consider me a poet? Catégorie : Poetry Par : DarkSnowFalls |
| Sometimes you have to leave it alone...Haterz fall back? So, those of you who already know, I'm a bi male, and I've been trying to get with this guy named Carlos, and today, I just 'put the pieces to the puzzle' together and I came up with the conclusion that Carlos is infact attracted to me for obvious reasons, but has a girlfriend that he keeps secret. It's a long story of how I found out, but I just feel stupid for putting energy into something that was never there in the first place. I mean, I still have feelings for the guy, but I feel that he needs to be faithfull to her, and leave me alone. He's childish in a sense; he plays with my mind and I'm dumb enough to give into it. And last night, I couldn't sleep, just knowing that I was oblivious to the whole situation. Catégorie : Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, and Transgendered Par : bruh86 |
| How to not fall off track? I've recently lost around 25 pounds, which was good considering I was near obesity on the BMI scale (I had, in the past, consumed far too many calories that didn't help my genetic predisposition to being obese). But I'm still overweight. Any dieting secrets out there? The last pounds just aren't coming off! I need to lose around 10, maybe 20 more. I don't need the regular spiel about dieting - I need some success stories, and what their secret was! One more thing, those this may be hard to believe -- I'm a competitive dancer also handling high school. How I managed to get fat? Talk to my paternal family pedigree. But the point is, I don't have a whole bunch of time to cook myself gourmet meals from my mom's budgeted grocery shopping list during my intensive workweek. Any diet I can work with that fits those qualifications? Anything helps! Thank you in advance. Catégorie : Diet & Fitness Par : Kim W |
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