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D-fies fic, part two [24 Jul 2007|10:01am] [ mood | accomplished ] [ music | the air conditioner ] This is the second chapter of the Marlos fluff I posted a few weeks back, enjoy! ( Part Dos ) comments are always welcome 3 started anew -=/\=- turn the page

Character Meme [14 Jul 2007|10:59am] 1. Choose a few of your own characters. Five at the most. 2. Make them answer the following questions ( Oh, what fun this will be! ) turn the page

[23 Jun 2007|11:26pm] ( Cut for length and a bit of language ) turn the page

Something that came into my head this morning [16 Jun 2007|10:33am] ( Flash, for I dunno how long I could really write this. ) 1 started anew -=/\=- turn the page

[07 Jun 2007|11:42pm] North American Beauty: Marilyn Monroe -- Beige Theme European Beauty: Monica Bellucci -- Green Theme Asian Beauty: Zhang Zi-Yi -- Blue Theme African Beauty: Liya Kedebe -- Pink Theme South American Beauty: Pampita Ardohain -- Purple/Yellow theme Australian Beauty: ? Antarctic Beauty: Penguin Still looking for Austrailian, but this is fun ^_^ I like it. Anyways, I feel like a writing...someone give me an idea! 3 started anew -=/\=- turn the page

[06 Jun 2007|10:55pm] Flashfic for darkpuck. Skye was very, very bored. With her parents away, and her brothers not there yet, Jeneveire was alone, and quite lonely. She had the television on, but wasn't really watching it, instead her dark brown eyes watching the window, the sun had nearly set, and she hugged herself closer, closing her eyes, and hoping that something...anything would occur to end her boredom. It was then she heard the sound of something landing on her roof, and groaned a bit. Well...she had asked for it. From that sound though, she heard another one, and then a hard thud as something hit the ground. Skye gasped, and ran to the front door. In the constantly pouring rain, All she could see was the collapsed form in the rian on her doorstep. She knelt down, frowning, and touching its arm lightly. It looked up to her, its eyes widening, as it looked to her, trying to pull away. "No...d...don't...dangerous..." He murmured, his eyes closing. Skye frowned. "I don't think you're dangerous." She said softly, and slowly dragged him inside. He sat up, drenched, his coat acting as a shroud around him. "You're...you've...no...I can't stay here...you're pure..." He muttered, a flash of fangs being revealed as he said it. "Oh..." Skye murmured, and looked to him. "Do you...do you need my..." "I...I shouldn't...I could hurt you." He said, his blood-lust hitting him hard. "You won't hurt me...please....you need the energy." She said. He looked up. "Why...why are you being so nice?" "...I..." Steele brushed a few hairs out of her face. "Thank you..." He said, and then gave her a Kiss. turn the page

Molly/Carlos fluff [21 May 2007|10:56pm] [ mood | calm ] [ music | Futurama ] ( Enjoy ) 2 started anew -=/\=- turn the page

Harlequin Romance [10 May 2007|10:03pm] [ mood | cheerful ] [ music | Kraken - POTC: DMC ] this is a harlequin romance story of train tracks, secret songs, and stopsigns on Second. Chapter Two Brian watched her, stirring the mint tea before he set the spoon down and let the cup rise to his lips, the lithe redhead watching him in fascination. Brian savored the tea, and then set it down, his sky-blue eyes focusing in on her. "So, tell me...why did you try to get yourself hit by a bus...Surely life in such a modern place as Kemp Hill, Georgia can't be all that bad." He said, smiling roguishly. His accent oozed of the North East, the drawl lengthening the end of his words and adding a slight harshness that was still easy on the ears. She'd never really found herself so captivated before by a snowbird. "Well...it's a long story, I suppose." Her drawl came, slow and smoky, and sultry, like all the peaches he'd come across as he had traveled down the coast. He shivered despite the heat of the day and the warmth of the tea...something about Southern girls. "Well, we've got all the time in the world, doll...how about we start with your name?" Her face flushed the same color as her hair, and she turned to note the interesting patterns of the table. "...Rebecca....sorry, Rebecca Ann Myers." She said, and as she looked up, her shyness was abated with a bit of a smirk, a small upturning of her lips. "Rebecca...cute, well, my last name's Hayes, but I never really figured that important enough to make conversation out of...but now that I can stop referring to you as 'she' in my mind...maybe we can get to know each other a little better." He downed the rest of his tea, and stood, paying with more than enough money, and helping her to her feet, as she hastened to put the glass she was drinking out of down. He was restless...and it was time to move....especially since he didn't have long here. "Where are we going now?" "You tell me....just somewhere where we can be alone for a little." "...I don't know about that..." Her tone was wary, apprehensive. "I hardly know you..." "It's far too hot to be doing any of the stuff I think you think I'll do to you...I haven't gotten quite acclimated to the weather yet..." "Uh huh....well...I guess...." She said, her smile sweet. "I'll show you a place then..." He grinned, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. turn the page

[19 Feb 2007|03:20pm] I couldn't help myself. Take the quiz at dicepool.com Which astounding angel are you? (awe-inspiring pics!) You are a water angel! Very proud and powerful you always make people feel great about themselves and you seem to radiate happiness! You rock! Take this quiz! Quizilla | Join | Make A Quiz | More Quizzes | Grab Code turn the page

A labor of love [14 Feb 2007|09:27pm] [ mood | accomplished ] Gabrielle shifted, her bag draped across her shoulder as she waited for her best friend to answer the door. She just couldn't believe how nervous she was. What if I'm not ready to have his children...if I'm a horribly mother... Her inner doubt nagged. So, sullenly, she responded to herself. It's not like she could just magick the babies gone or anything. The door opened, a flustered brunette stepping out and hugged the hispanic Dreconian. Gabrielle returned it, but another pain, white-hot and intense struck her. The contractions were getting closer together....she needed these little things out of her ASAP. "Ready to become a mother darling?" Cat said, pulling her into her mansion house. Deciding like her sisters did not to have the husband present was taking its toll. She longed for Dorian, but her mind was made up. Catriona'd offered her everything she could, her house, the best care facilities and doctors, specialized for caring for people that weren't quite human. Everything she needed. She finally settled, dressing in the soft gown, and waited. She had to be ready, for it would do no good to be scared now. She set her hand upon the caramel colored globe of her belly, perfectly round and not the bearer of a single stretch mark. Inside, were her children. Her hazel eyes fluttered closed as she breathed deeply, feeling the pain of another contraction start, closer this time. Catriona walked into her room, sitting down at the foot of the bed. The two women sat in silence, the tension thick in the air. "What if I'm not ready." "You are ready." "But how do you know." "Because, you can't be anything else. You're really strong, Gabrielle. This comes from you." She said, giving her a sisterly peck on the cheek. "Shall I call in the doctors?" Gabrielle let out a shaky smile, and nodded. "Yeah...tell them I'm ready." Cat rose, smiling. "Of course." ~*~ Gabrielle hated life. "Come on darlin...just another push and the first head is right there." "Big headed little brats." Gabrielle said, mock-sneering as she wiped the sweat from her face, and took a small breath in, out, and pushed, her eyes closing as struggled to birth her children. Apparently, Kid number one decided he wanted to stay inside. The doctor smiled, as the first cry came out, loud and strong, as he was pulled into the world, living and breathing. Gabrielle's eyes widened. "Oh...Oh my goodness..." One of the nurses carried the baby off, and set him aside, drying and cleaning and weighing him, as Gabrielle bit her lip As another contract hit, hard and fast, she breathed, biting her lip as she struggled to keep her breath. The process seemed to take hours, but finally, she was down, her belly deflated, and the four prams surrounding her bed were filled with life. She bit her lip, shifting slightly, and looking down. "Two of each!" Cat crowed, shooing the doctors and all of their equipment. The babies were healthy, strong...and pretty large, considering quadruplets. Oldest to youngest it was one of the boys, both girls, and then the last boy. Gabrielle bit her lip nervously, and took the first one in her arms, a smile on her face. Catriona sat down with the four birth certificates, and settled herself on the bedside. Gabrielle couldn't believe how tired she felt, and yet how happy she felt. She'd created all this, protected it, nourished it...loved it. She finally felt the nagging voice in the back of her head wither and die. She was completely and totally in love. She watched him, as he made hungry sounds and was squirming around. "You were the first...you'll be Dorian." She said softly, closing his eyes, knowing after she named them it'd be time for their first meal. She settled him in her lap, and picked up his sister. "You...you will be Catherine." She said, and Catriona got up, picking up the other girl. "And this one?" "...she'll be Alanai...and, and the little boy will be Alexander...we'll have to see...see whether or not..." Catriona turned with Alexander in her arms, seeing Gabrielle holding fiercely onto Dorian and Catherine, fast asleep, and chuckled, relieving her of first born, and setting them down. Gabrielle had earned her rest, and the pleased smile on her face, Gabrielle was going to be ready for anything as soon as she woke. turn the page

Bone and Guns [29 Jan 2007|03:07pm] [ mood | sick ] [ music | My wheezing?? Does that count?? ] Edward Bone liked guns. There was really no doubt about that. He loved the way they felt, he loved the sound they made, he loved the results that followed. Ed stood, his dark blue eyes focused on the target in front of him. WIth a quick check for ammunition, he leveled the gun to the target, his muscular arms being able to deal with the recoil easily. "'Ere we go..." His accent lilted off of his tongue, and he closed his eyes, the comfortable feel of the CZ-75. An alarm rung out, and he began, pulling off a few shots his eyes focused on the target. His muscles tensed as each shot ripped through his body, her eyes never leaving the target, never worrying about anything else but the feel of the metal in his hands, growing warm with the constant fire. He didn't really use protection of eye or ear any more, he noticed that once you got accustomed to a gun, you shouldn't really worry much about it malfunctioning. Six shots later, he lowered the gun, looking at his handiwork. Six neat holes were in various places in the target. One between the eyes, one dead center to the jugular, another aimed at his heart, two neat holes where his lungs would be, and a final hole dead center of the face, where the nose would be. He gave a small shrug, leaning against one stall of the range, fingering the gun. It was good...but he was a couple centimeters off of the last one. He se about cleaning one of his favorite guns. 'Bonny Lass' inscribed in the handle, and dismantled it, cleaning it and rubbing it down with oil, and drying it properly, before storing it back in its holster. He looked at the large rack he'd made, each slot handcrafted for each particular weapon. Each permit was delicately tucked away in the small case adjacent to the gun where a full magazine for each gun was stored. Ed hated being sloppy when it came to guns.... That really didn't transfer over much into his personality, unfortunately. Wearing only a dark grey wife beater and dark denim jeans, both stained with oil from both maintaining the car that got him, Marisela, and Katie from place to place, but also with the fine oil that he used to clean his guns with. Whistling he closed the door to the range, soundproofed, and started into the kitchen, where Marisela was speaking quickly through the phone. Ed winced waiting for the subsequent destruction of said phone. "Yes yes, I got you, we'll be in Barrow within the week...yes, yes..." Marisela grew impatient. Every moment she lingered on the phone would be another second she'd be liable to destroying it. "Yes, we'll bring all of our tools sir. Thanks..." As Katie popped in, the phone fizzed and the line went dead. Marisela only growled, throwing the phone on the ground. "Este tecnologia es estupida..." She muttered, nudging the faulty device with her foot. "I just fixed that, 'Sela." Ed said goodheartedly, picking up the phone. "Where in all the green of the Earth is Barrow anyways?" "Barrow's in Alaska." Katie said easily. Wearing bright pink and purple, the smaller teen tried her best to stand out from the crowd when not working. Her shoulder length mousy brown hair was currently up in pig tails, pink ribbon falling all over the place. "Yes...Barrow is in Alaska...they've got some haunts that we can get paid a nice sum for." "Ey?" Ed said ,looking at the dossier that she'd constructed. "When do we leave?" "I got us first class tickets for tomorrow morning, bright and early at 6." The blond Scotsman groaned. "Selaaa..." "Shush. You'd better be glad I'm GETTING on a plane...we remember what happened the last time I tried it..." Katie shivered. They'd nearly gotten the plane crashed before Mari could work out a levitating spell. Fortunately, this time, she'd made a salve to temporarily suppress her powers, and, therefore, the Mojo Effect, as Ed had coined it. Ed nodded grudgingly, and went to pick which guns he was taking with him. He absolutely HATED flying... Ed hurried down stairs, and started fingering guns.... At least he had his Bonny Lass...and grumbling, he began to pack. turn the page

Ficclet with Seth and Cat [28 Jan 2007|09:09pm] [ mood | calm ] [ music | Dresden Files Theme Song ] North American Beauty: Marilyn Monroe -- Beige Theme European Beauty: Monica Bellucci -- Green Theme Asian Beauty: Zhang Zi-Yi -- Blue Theme African Beauty: Liya Kedebe -- Pink Theme South American Beauty: ? Australian Beauty: ? Antarctic Beauty: Penguin -*- "Seth!!" Tropin's eyes rolled as he pulled the car out of drive, letting his head rest against the seat. So close...He watched his freedom slipping away like the sands of time as the blonde walked closer, the subtle sway of her hips alluring and brain melting within a few minutes. Catriona, sitting passenger in the Ferrari, tried her best not to gag. "Flavor d'jour?" She asked sweetly. "Shut up, Cat." He hissed, looking up, and giving a charming smile to the blonde, who leaned slightly into the car. "Hey Seth." "Alicia, how are you?" He was sinking, and he knew it. Seth put the car in park, slipped out of the car, and kissed her, with just enough force, just enough passion to make her beg silently for more, with her touch...with her body. He pulled away before he let himself dive in too deep. "Hi...mmm...I'm fine...I was just wondering if you'd like to go out to dinner tonight?" Seth looked to his sister, who was vehemently shaking her head, and sighed. "I can't, dear...I've got some affairs to take care of at the house...but..." Cat groaned. Here it comes... "If you'd like to come to the manor? I'm quite sure you can get your...appetite sated." Another groan from Cat, and he thumped the car, sending small sparks to Cat and making her gasp. Alicia gave a soft mewl. "If you'd join us?" "Of course!" She said, smiling, and kissing him on the cheek. Seth gave a soft growl. "Wear something tight..." He whispered, letting a hand slip down her waist. "Someone will be there to pick you up at 8." He smiled, and slipped back into the car, smooth as silk. Alicia nodded, smiling, and began to walk away. And Seth was still trapped, watching her move, that was enough for him...Deeply tanned skin, honey blond hair...epitome of beauty and the perfect cu-"Are we done? Can we go? Look any harder, and your eyes may melt out of your head." Seth rolled his eyes, and looked to Cat. "Alright...Alright." He said. Before the comfortable roar of the engine sounded, a male voice was heard over it. Catriona looked over, seeing a brunet walk up, his dark brown hair falling into his face. "Catriona!" He smirked, heading over. "You want to be the pot, or the kettle?" He chuckled. Catriona simply smirked, waving him over. "Let the games begin, bro." turn the page

[23 Jan 2007|11:59pm] [ mood | bouncy ] [ music | "Welcome to the Black Parade"/My Chemical Romance ] When I was, a young boy My father, took me into the city To see a marching band. He said "Son, when you grow up,Would you be The savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned." He said "Will you defeat them, your demons And all the non-believers, the plans that they have made?" "Because one day, I'll leave you A phantom, to lead you in the summer, to join the Black Parade When I was a young boy, my father took me into the city, to see a marching band He said "Son when, you grow up, will you be the savior of the broken, the beaten, and the damned!" I'm back ^_^ turn the page

Fluff stuff. [24 Dec 2005|05:52am] [ mood | giggly ] [ music | Silence ] Happy holidays everyone. Merry Christmas to all you Christians and people who like presents, and Happy Hanukah to all my jewish friends and Happy Kwanzaa to any of my friends who celebrate Kwanzaa and I wish everyone a Happy New Year and a safe winter break ^_^. I shall celebrate here with some fluff between one of my chara's and one of Puck's charas from an RP we do. Water. One of the substances that you cannot do without. Come on...move dammit... Everywhere arounds us, 75% of the Earth's surface is covered with the stuff. It's a tad wet, but you get used to that. His washed out blue eyes focused on the puddle sitting in front of him. Please move? Come on...little wave. Something! He was staring at it with intent eyes, as his hand was gripped around the small blue coin sitting in his hand, a kanji inscribed on it that meant water, although, at the moment, he couldn't concentrate. He could make a tsunami with his bare hands, but heaven forbid he fall in love. He couldn't make a puddle move. The slightly lanky seventeen year old was standing on a dirt road to the side of their little home, and at the moment, the only thing he could think about was her. Little Lyra...who'd done quite a lot of growing up in the last few years. He ran a hand through his shaggy dark black hair, so black it was nearly blue, and stared hard again at the puddle, almost daring it to defy him. He sighed a bit, dejected, and slipped to the floor, lying back and staring up at the sky. She walked up to him this morning....as calm and collected as she normally was, and kissed him. Full and flush on his trembling lips. His eyes widened, and for a moment he couldn't regain his balance, he nearly fell over as she pulled away, looking up to him with those piercing eyes of hers, and nearly not having to say the words he could already tell would come out. "I've loved you...I've loved you for a long time Aaron. We'll need to talk later." And with that she turned on her heel, pretty as could be, and walked off, leaving him and Jakob completely speechless, which was amazing, because Jakob NEVER shut up. He however....it'd taken him nearly an hour to remember how to talk, much less come up with words to say. And now, he was here, staring at a puddle and waiting for Lyra, the goddess of light, and trying to figure out the words. How on earth could he possibly tell her all the things trapped inside of his stupid head? He didn't know...he didn't know what on earth he was going to say. Easily he let his fingers run through the slightly damp grass he was lying on, revelling in the coolness of it, even as his skin was flushed and hot and slightly feverish. His mother had told him, before he'd been away all this time, that love completely messes you up. And you feel like you're dying. He felt it; his heart had been doing this funny flippy thing all day that was decidedly Not Normal. And now, he was sweating...his stomach was in knots and it felt like he was going to pass out the moment the girl came his way. He shook his head, getting to his feet and sighing a bit, impatient for once, and ready to see her, to tell her....to find the words. He stared at the puddle again, completely jealous of its lack of feelings. You'll never have to be in love puddle, he mocked it, but, Mr. I-refuse-to-move-even-when-I'm-told-to, you will never be in love. And THAT is the sad state of inanimation. He nearly laughed out loud, and then he heard her voice, and fell into the puddle, which appeared to be rippling in amusement. He turned, looking up to see Lyra, a slight smile on her face as he watched her. "Aaron...what are you doing..." Before he forgot his words, he said them, quickly and in a rush of air, he spoke softly, shaking his head. "I....Lyra, you're amazing and beautiful and intelligent, and I absolutely adore you. I've known for years that I've been attracted to you, not just physically but in ways that make me think, and you keep me calm, and you help me think of things, and you do things for me that no one else can. and I can't believe that I'm lucky enough for you to feel the same way as I do. I'm truly in love with you Lyra, and I'm sorry that I couldn't find the words before." He said all this with his eyes shut, his heart in his throat and his stomach dropped into lower regions. Before he could hear her say anything, she kissed his forehead softly, and he opened his eyes and smiled a bit. "Never thought any advice Casey gave me would be good advice." "...What?" "It was a dare...the kiss," Lyra mused, watching him. "But what I said was true...I do love you Aaron...despite my forwardness, if you want to take it slow we can-" "Lyra...I..." With that, he leaned his head up. His mouth and head had gone stupid again, and forgotten how to speak, but his heart hadn't. He kissed her softly, his eyes closing as he pulled her close, holding her gently and firmly in his nicely built arms. When he finally pulled awy, she was smiling contently, and Aaron knew that you didn't always need words to convey thoughts. Although they helped sometimes. As he leaned back into holding her, he took another look at the puddle. Urging it softly to move, it did, splitting in two and going its separate ways. He smiled a bit, and nuzzled her shoulder softly. 1 started anew -=/\=- turn the page

Announcements and a New Beginning [22 Dec 2005|04:05am] [ mood | awake ] [ music | The Rasmus - "She's Not Like the Other Girls" ] Um...sorry about not writing in like forever, whatever. ANyways. With the Christmas season and new years fast approaching, I think I'm going to start taking on my lovely friend Kat's approach and writing every other day, no matter what. It's a good idea and it'll help my writing. Oh, and the background, I've already picked out my new 'beaty' by the way, for Asia, and it'll be Zhang Zi-yi. That layout should be coming soon. But until then, gentle reader, I'm starting something old. It's been a story that's been in my head and on paper for years, and, well, I'm starting it over, cuz it was never quite right. This is going to be a section of a story called 'Beginning Journey' which is part of a series called 'The Chronicles of the Six'. It is an EXTREMELY corny name...but I've never been good at names. so if you wanna find me another one, go you, and here it is! Leaves rustled as in the darkness people rushed towards the eternal haven for all things preternatural. The woman carrying the babe finally moved towards the front door, her companion already with a hand raised murmuring something under his breath, and pushed against the barrier. In an instant both were through. He cursed softly though...the gate was soft, barely a hindrance....this wasn't good. He pulled open the door, and she ran in quickly, where the procession had already begun. Slightly frazzled, she pulled her hood back, revealing a shock of red hair so dark it seemed black, her green eyes just as vivid. She set the small baby girl down in a small cradle, the last one in the circle. The other six had already been filled. Around the girl's neck, was a small crystal on a leather chain. The woman knelt behind her child, pulling the necklace off of her for a moment, and putting the crystal in the center, as it flashed a brilliant white, before dimming to a gentle glow. She knelt back on her haunches, her eyes fltitting up to the other six centered in the circle around them. Behind the six of them,w ere six others, guardians at the ready with the tools needed to stop anyone planning on coming through. All six of them had their eyes on the door, many of them with a spell conjured up in their hands. "Are we ready to begin?" The man seated across from her now murmured, his brooding green eyes looking to the small baby in front of him. The rest nodded, and he sighed a bit, closing his eyes, as his hands began to glow. Each of them clasped hands, as the final stages began. One of the guardians, looked out the window and growled a bit, flashing a bit of fang as he moved closer, and sighed a bit, nodding to the other guardians, and opening the door. "Seems as if we have guests." He said irritably, before turning to the circle. "Please...no rush." He said quickly, closing the door. The man leading the spell didn't look up from the children, as with every word he spoke the the crystal glowed brighter. "The light cast from jeweel of lore keys have been passed to open Time's door Six have awoken from their dormant state And chosen to be sent through once more." Carefully the light began to glow, as each parent place a small item in the point nearest their child, and He continued ,slipping from English into a tongue that was ancient, borrowed from a time of dark old magic that had no place where it once had. Tey were asking for trouble with it, but it was truly the only way. As the light glowed brighter a scream was heard from the doors. None of them moved, as with each flash of light, one of the children was suddenly gone, nothing remaining of them on this plane. The man only sighed a bit. "Volena." And in another flash, he was gone. The woman with brilliant green eyes only sighed, as the crystal had disappeared with them. They were gone....She rose to her feet when suddenly the doors were rushed. She jumped to her feet, fire blazing from herh ands as hey eyes glowed. No more time... turn the page

[13 Aug 2005|07:52am] this is a harlequin romance story of train tracks, secret songs, and stopsigns on Second. Chapter One The sun was shining as his bus drove into town. The girl, walking across the road on the other side was closing her eyes, waiting to get hit by a car as she dawdled easily, the tears still freefalling from her eyes. She sniffed, as the bus honked loudly. It startled her out of her suicidal tendencies, and she quickly skipped over to the wrong side of the road. She sat on the bench, shuddering slightly as she pulled her knees up to her chest. Why did this happen to me? She wondered briefly, her mind thinking in images of red and pain...somewhere in the back of her mind someone had just fallen to their death on a set of stairs. She wished she could zoom in on that person, and figure out what awaited for them at the bottom of the steps. She sighed, opening her eyes and looking to see a pair of legs in front of her. Sniffing lightly, her eyes traveled up to see a boy with an open heart and a concerned look upon his face. His shallow blue pools seemed to be as large as the ocean when he stared upon her. She'd find that out soon enough. "Hello." "...hi..." She said softly. He only smiled, and held out his hand. "Care to show me around, I'm completely lost." She raised an eyebrow, her red-rimmed eyes staring up at him incredulously. "Who are you?" "Brian." He said easily enough, his hand still extended. She looked at it briefly, before taking it. His hand was rough and warm. It gave her tingles before she looked up, frowning at him. "That's it?" "Well...I have a last name too." He said, before looking up, and pulling her down the sidewalk. "Come on...I have to get something to drink...I'm parched." He said easily. She, bewildered followed him. Who was this person who'd just walked into her, and dried her tears? With a wary smile, she followed after him, having to move faster to catch up with his long stride. turn the page

My schedule [31 Jul 2005|07:25pm] 1st Spanish III-PreIB (HL) , Postma, S 2nd Biology II-IB (SL), Weigel, C 3rd Music III-IB (HL), Dahlberg, M 4th Mathematics Studies-IB (SL), Olsen, S 5th Drafting/Illustrative Design-II (SL), Barselou, D 6th English III-IB (HL), Pinkard, J 7th American History Honors (SL), Luchauer, R anyone else got any of these? cross posted on stardustmemory turn the page

[18 Jul 2005|06:42pm] haha, broke mi own record This starts a theme changing thing I'm doing North American Beauty: Marilyn Monroe Eurpoean Beauty: Monica Bellucci Asian Beauty: ? African Beauty: ? South American Beauty: ? Australian Beauty: ? Antarctic Beauty: Penguin turn the page

[16 Jul 2005|06:36am] [ mood | amused ] [ music | Bright Eyes-"Lover I Don't Have to Love": ] Thank you to 'tosaytheleast' for giving me inspiration. ^_^ this is a harlequin romance story of train tracks, secret songs, and stopsigns on Second. Pro and Epi The rain poured down around the two of them, as they marched down the pavement, oblivous to anyone who stood in their way. They passed by floating as if in a dream, taking casual glances at each other before continuing forward, just as determined as they were before. They were determined not to stop until they hit the city limits. Their first time would not be in this town. They'd decided that during a long talk on a sunny afternoon when they first met, and they'd decided it again on the last night of their lives. The headlights flashed up ahead, a lone car passing them in the dim twilight, as the both of them, soaked to the bone continued on, unperturbed. They reached the last stop sign, seeing the edge of the side walk end and continuing onto the grass that led to the suburbs. Hand in hand they continued, down the rolling hills and towards the sea, eyes glancing at each other, emboldening them to the task they had at hand. They would not let this town conquer them, even if it took their lives. The rain seemed to pour harder, ominous as if warning them of what was to take place. But neither man nor God could stop them if they saw fit right now. No...something much stronger than either science or nature was guiding them now. The girl shivered and the boy chattered their teeth as they made it to the hill above and began to take off their clothes. They'd do it in front of anyone or perfectly alone if they had to. They needed to do this before they did that. It was the way of things, it was how things worked. Closely they stood, preparing for what was about to take place. "I love you." She said softly. A smile crossed his face as he kissed her forehead, taking the bangs and pushing them softly out of her eyes. "Y tu." He murmured softly, and then grinned a bit. "Spanish is picking up yeah?" He smiled sadly. She only nodded a bit, kissing him on the forehead back. turn the page

[05 Jun 2005|11:55am] Your Excellent LJ Evil Minions LiveJournal Username favorite drink weapon of choice do you like the taste of envelope glue? yesnoprobably too much the evil ninja mastermind hellbent on world domination neverxdream the bewitching and sexually ambiguous one that no one knows anything about dark_puck the scarysmart one, eerily calm even in the midst of chaos dark_puck the tiny, seemingly-delicate one with a deadly temper and awesome strength fallinstarz the pale, quiet one who turns out to be really, really scary marcs316 the sexy, smirking anti-villain who joins your side at the last moment dark_puck the snarky punk mercenary who's only there for the money and coz they love a good fight vaffunculo_psh the distant arrogant aristocrat who wants to bring down the society they were born into charlatan This Fun Quiz created by charlotte at BlogQuiz.Net Leo Horoscope at DailyHoroscopes.Biz 2 started anew -=/\=- turn the page

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