

Something wasteful I have done many hard things but the hardest was something seemingly insignificant. I assure you I was under threat the entire time. Yes this particular thing forced me to go against my very will and pride as a pure being. Well I suppose you could say I'm not very pure but that is only if your psychic. Besides I look perfectly normal. The kind of person you would never expect to steal children and train them into soldiers for my war. No there isn't going to be a war, so don't worry your tiny head about that last thing. Where was I, yeah that's right how I was forced to drink beer. Like I said insignificant, so goSomething wasteful


SO that's it.Destruction was all there was. As far as any eye could see the world was gone. Not a house in sight, or anything that may have been recognized as civilization. All of it dust and ruble in a nuclear glazed land. But a single road remained, and along it strode a knight. A patchwork knight whose armor, that appeared to be sawed off of many different suites, was held together only by strings of nylon. Red, white, green, and black were the most recognizable and dominant of the colors. But telltale ears as sharp as knives were in place of the Vikings usual style of horns. Whose face do we see but Fella's with a perplexed expression. No homes no canSO that's it.


Shadowed heartShadowed heart
Mickey squeezed himself further behind the trash cans. He could hear it now, the shadowy thing coming ever closer. He wanted to be rid of her. There had never been anything in the newspapers describing the true horrors he'd seen that night. His friend's lives ended in the blink of an eye, exploding from the inside just when they were getting to the party. The killer was only supposed to go after a few people at a time. Obviously her ambitions had been intensified by the Halloween party


Shall we die . . ."It's not that bad, in fact it's good." The boy repeated, though hed been saying it almost constantly for the past half-hour. Fella just stood there waiting for his instructions. He was patient and knew the sun would go down in a little while. The thought of sunlight no longer separating them was the only thing that kept him from jumping at the boy. He didn't want to wait in his creator's filthy room; he just hated the thought of losing his life. The boy looked up from his writing. Although he had to look around the hundreds of Halloween costumes piled into his tiny room, he found the best one. With a rusty sword througShall we die . . .
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ZeRo RoCkS!
Teenage angst has paid off well
Now I'm bored and old
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The Rabbids are coming. Beware of them.
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Maybe it's a puzzle I don't understand.
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