

ArtworkFinally done.Artwork
Wiping the sweat from my forehead, I step back to admire my work. Simply beautiful.
This just might be the greatest thing I had ever created in my life. Unfortunately, the cut on my arm still stings, but it was necessary.
Beaming, I turn around to clean up. And immediately frown at the mess at my feet.
I guess I can't blame anyone other than myself for this, but still, it's kinda hard to cut open a body without making a huge mess with all the blood. I sigh. It's gonna take a while to get all those dark red stains out of the carpet, and the hallway too.
I feel bad


4. DarkWhen I regained consciousness, there could have been many things going through my mind. The human mind works very fast, you know. I heard that a person could have up to 8 different thoughts per second.4. Dark
But my own mind was, unfortunately, not so fast. Out of every possible thing I could have been thinking for those few seconds, my mind only comprehended one.
It was dark.
Looking back, its almost embarrassing. Usually, Im at least a little sharper than that and I can maybe think of some reasons to why I was in that situation. But I either hit my head too hard, or some malicious supernatural f


Demonsdear friend.Demons
hello. I would tell you my name, but I don't have one. I've used too many names; I don't know which one I can call mine anymore. but name is not the only thing that defines a person. there is also their soul.
I have a demon living inside my head. I don't know how it got there, I don't know if it will ever go away. all I know is that it makes me do things. I'm quiet and not very noticeable, but nice all the same. my normal self is kind of a wallflower. I don't mind it. I don't want too much attention, and I enjoy living in the silence. but sometimes it takes over, and I don't know how to stop it. &


3. LightIve always lived in the city. I was born here, lived my life here, and theres no doubt that Ill die here. I dont remember anything that wasnt the tall grey buildings, long, dirty, narrow sidewalks, few dying trees and shrubs, and the cacophony of car horns blaring and the screech of brakes on cement. Sometimes the brakes came too late, and then I knew the sound of crashes, explosions, lives being lost.3. Light
Ive learned to live with death, though. It doesnt bother me. Not anymore.
A time long ago, so long that I dont even remember how long, I lived with both of my parents in
| I like to do stuff, but I'm lazy. I'm horrible at drawing, so I write. I have few friends, but they pwn you. That is all. |
Alright, you have asked for it and now I shall rant on and on and on, until you tell me to shut up. lol
One of my dreams was to become a philosopher.
I've always had plenty of opinions and ideas.
Constantly I'm being told that i think to much lol.
i like how much i think though.
how about you?
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The things we have done will account to nothing when it comes to what we are about to do, and the effect that will have on us all.
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No one ever tells me that I think too much, rather they/my parents/teachers take advantage of my so called "intelligence" and put me in these advanced classes and such to try to "groom me to be great" or something. They're convinced that I'll be the next Einstein, but I honestly think they're overreacting. I know that I'm smart, but they're expecting too much from me. don't you just hate it when people do that?
here's a little story for you: I'm happy going to school with my friends that I've known my whole life, but my parents now want to transfer me to some goody-goody private school because they want to "bring out my full potential in academics." I know that kids transfer schools all the time, but imagine if your life was perfect, then suddenly your parents drag you away from that life because they insist that they're doing a good thing, but in reality they're kinda ruining your plans. this would make more sense/be kinda bigger if you knew the whole story, but it's not exactly the kind of thing that you tell anyone. no offense or anything :]
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And as for the 'expecting to much' part, yes i absolutly hate it when people want high things from me. I dont do well with stress, and that to me is an over excessive amount of stress. I'm smart also, but I've hidden some of my intelligence so that i wouldnt have to deal with thoes high expectations. In Gr.7-8 I would constantly be bombarded by questions from my friends and classmates with the most dreaded question 'How do I...?'. and while i was helping one another would ask and soon i was running around the classroom helping people do their work while mine lay half done on my desk. I tell you its definatly something i hate.
And your transfer, may be a good thing, yet it could be bad at the same time. have you already transfered? I hope that its not as bad as you think. I understand how you feel, with the whole life feels perfect then something happens and turns that on its head. I hate to be controled by anyone or anything so i know how you feel. And dont worry i didnt take any offence.
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The things we have done will account to nothing when it comes to what we are about to do, and the effect that will have on us all.
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neko ga oishii desu yo
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"Not even Death can save you from me!" said the big ugly red thing.
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Dlaczego tak powazny?
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Dlaczego tak powazny?
Wchodz do ciemnej strony, my mamy ciastechki.
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