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[this is just aone shot deal here. i got really bored and kinda sad. some of you know what going on with me right now. this is what happens when i try to cheer my self up on twitter] lolita came in to her mansion as the driver took the hearse and was busy parking it in the garage. she travled up the stairs and took a left into the large den. there was only one computer in the entire house and that was in here, in this room full of strange oddities and books telling of unknown lands and stories. she pulled the black leather seat back and flipped open the lap top and logged on to twitter. grell sutcliffe: SEBBAS-CHAAAN! why won't you love me?

Insomnia By Jayce Kraviec [blackdragonflower] April 16, 2008 (1:57 AM) Sore. Aching. Tired. Eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep. Cursing as you hear the clock's steady beat. Mouth open wide letting yawn escape, But still no sleep from the night you can take. Mr. Sandman must have slipped by. You feel like you're about to die. Try as you may you just can't fall asleep. Can't dream of dreams or even have nightmares that creep. You're stuck awake with nothing to do. Your brain's melting into mushy goo. Your eyelids close but the sleep doesn't come, And all you have left to do is drum, Your fingers against whatever you can find,

Stand in the rain chapter 1 The only reason I'm writing this out is because my therapist said that it might help my stress level a bit if I write out just what I'm feeling. You think you people know what I'm going through, you think you know what pain is. I only have one answer to that. YOU DON'T. You don't know what it's like being me. None of you do. You don't know what it's like to not be able to get close to anyone. You havn't one single fragment of understanding what any of this is like. Not one. Single. Bit. I feel like most of it's my fault. I feel like it's my fault that my mother was shot in front of me when I was 7. So I spen

space, 1290, 11/12, 13:04 Ru and the doctor hung on to the consol of the tardis as she practicaly rocketed through space from under a dalek attack. Ru had no idea what to do so she just stood there on the side lines letting the doctor run about like a chicken with his head cut off as hte inside of the tardis gace a few sparks here and there cause of random circuits frying under the stress. "doesn't this thing have guns?" she asked "not that i know of plus i detest violence anyhow." he said "well you're in a fine job then. a job that does some what require violence." said Ru as she braced ehr self as the tardis rocked again. never in her w

Summary: An Invader Zim one-shot. Dib stays up, hoping his father will come home like he promised. In another time, a boy named Mem does the same thing. _____________________________________________________________________________ 6:45 PM. The five-year-old boy stared at the clock on the wall, scratching his fork thoughtlessly against his plate, his feet kicking air about a half-foot above the floor. 6:45 PM. That meant he was forty-five minutes late already, and that there were only forty-five more minutes left for him to get home. He scowled at the clock. Then he jumped as he heard the front door open, his eyes gong wide. "Dad?!" He jumped

Character Interview Double Hey guys, I've brought you here for an interview, nothing major, it's not like you killed anyone, we just want to know about you. So can you tell me your names, gender, birthday. You know the basics information? Cool, so do you two know each other? If you do how'd you meet? Ok guys, I know we kinda um… brought you here quite quickly, but um…how do you guys normally dress? Anything of importance, like a lucky charm, or a funky cap? Awesome, well where about do you guys live? Some funky apartment? Or maybe a 30 story mansion? Sounds great, now let's find out how you think of yourselves. What do you thi