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HEY, PLEASE READ THIS- ITS SERHEY, PLEASE READ THIS- ITS SERIOUSLY IMPORTANT THE FATE OF YOUR INTERNET-LIFE IS AT STAKE!!!!!! APPARENTLY THERE IS A HACKER ON DEVIANTART, CALLED 'LIFE OWNER'..... TELL EVERYONE ON YOUR LIST BECAUSE IF SOMEBODY ON YOUR LIST ADDS HIM THEN YOU WILL GET HIM ON YOUR LIST. HE WILL FIGURE OUT YOUR ID COMPUTER ADDRESS, SO COPY AND PASTE THIS MESSAGE TO EVERYONE EVEN IF YOU DON'T CARE FOR THEM AND FAST BECAUSE IF HE HACKS THEIR EMAIL HE HACKS YOUR MAIL TOO (I think what it means by that is that he could assume the identity of your friends, and FOOL you into opening the letter since you think it's your friend that's sending it )!!... Anyone using Internet mail such as Yahoo, Hotmail, AOL and so on. This information arrived this morning, Direct from both Microsoft and Norton. Please send it to everybody you know who has access to the Internet. You may receive an apparently harmless e-mail titled 'Mail Server Report' If you open either file, a message will appear on your screen saying: 'It is
FIGHT FOR IT!I was seventeen when the climax happened
April 25, 2016
Sunday A busy morning for some, nice and quiet for others Sunday I got up this morning, readying for church, as I have done since I was born (I was sitting on the bed ready to put on my shoes), when I heard a nose outside my apartment. I put down the shoe I'd been holding and stood, strolled to the window and drew back the curtain a ways to see.
And see I did. I was shocked, to say the least; my jaw dropped at the sight. Hundreds of thousands of people marched down the street; all in rainbow and carrying signs and flags and pictures. I'd read about it in the papers and seen the news, heard the talk that something big was coming (I lived in the capital, of course I had), but I was not expecting something like this.
It was like the 1960's all over again! Civil protest for rights owed; now this was story"Gays fight for their right to marry." It'll make the headlin
Unbelievable...Robert was sitting in his apartmenthis living room, reading and taking notes for classwhen a bang sounded outside his door. He jumped and stared at the wooded thing for a minute, waiting for something he wasn't so sure about to happen. The bang came again; someone was pounding on his door. Marking his page with his pen, he got up to meet his guest.
Emerald orbs dark with rage and hurt?...the young woman swept pass Robert, nearly knocking him into the wall on her way. As she stormed into his bedroom, he stared after her, shocked and not a little hurt and confused. It took a minute but he eventually followed, frowning at the sight that met himclothes and books and pillows and shoes were everywhere.
"Babe what are you doing?" he asked, dodging a hat flung his way.
Her back was to him, so he couldn't see her expression, but she stiffened, tensed. She dropped the shoe she was about to throw and took several deep breathes to relax; after
''A tattoo?'' Warning: Homosexual Relationship! Don't like, don't read OR get over it and enjoy; any comment complaining about it will be deleted, because I don't care for your bitching! I warned you and it's not my problem if you didn't listen!
A sequal of sorts to Things Are Not Always What They Seem but not a necessary read.
"What would you say if I got a tattoo?"
David looked up from his history book to glance down at his boyfriend, "A tattoo?"
John nodded, eyes locked on the other boy's. They were in David's room studyingJohn sitting on the floor, back against the foot of the bed, his beau lying above him, his head next to his.
"Uh," David turned back to his text book, "well I guess it all depends on what it would be."
"What if I got a heart with your name in it?"
The brunette snorted, "I'd say you're a sap."
"Gah," his boyfriend w
Chapter One: Amber
"You gonna be alright son?" Ex-General Frank Benner asked, walking out of the principal's office and toward the front doors.
"Yeah Dad," Andrew replied, "I'll be fine, this is nothing new."
"Mmh," Benner nodded, "Well I've got a class today'round onebut if something happens"
"I'll call you, I've got my phone," he pat his pocket for emphasis, gave his father a reassuring smile, "It'll be okay, Dad, don't worry."
Mr. Benner nodded, but didn't say anything in return; he gave his seventeen years old a loaded look before leaving through the tall glass doors and walking down the path to the old black truck.
Andrew stood there watching until the car was gone; it was a habit he couldn't break. Ever since his mom died He sighed and turned away, began walkinghe needed to find his first class and he was already late. Taking the white slip of paper from his pocket he looked over his schedulemath first, room three-oh-one. He looked around lost for a few minutes, g
Some people would call me a bitch, others would say that I'm just driven, but I would say that both groups are correctI, Christine Jones, am a driven bitch; but I have need to be, this world gives me no choice. Not only am I black, I'm a womanI have to be harsh and determined, especially if I'm going to make it back to New York to take over Dad's law firm. I left my fair city at twelve, when Mommy got sick. She runs a dance studio now and makes a good pay, but I cannot afford to live in this backwater town for the rest of my life.
Dad understands, which is why he didn't sell the company to move with usonce I'm out of college it'll be mine; I plan on being a bulldog, a shark of a lawyer. And I'll be damned before someone gets in my way.
Is it weird that one of my best friends is my thirty-four year old uncle? No? Okay. Uncle Eddy is a chemist and my mom's younger brother. He lives in Washington (as in D.C.) so I don't get to see him much, but he always sends me a card on holidays and on my birthday and we have weekly phone chatsevery Sunday, nine P.M., even if it's only for a few secounds, he calls and we talk.
I can tell that Mom and Dad dislike this ritual, though I don't know why. I mean, wouldn't that be confusing? They love and accept everything else about me but don't like it when I talk with Uncle Eddy? I'll have to ask them about it someday.
Art. Any kind of art, but mostly music and painting. I love art, I love it a passion, though drawing will always be my true love and music my mistress. Ma hates that I don't have her talent for dance and Granddad can't understand my dislike for all things motorhe owns the best auto shop in town okay, the only auto shop in town. I work there sometimes when I need the money or he needs the help.
Grandmother doesn't like that I work there at allGranddad's always pushing me to take over Kitzu Motors. She's a kind old woman who understands and always covers for me when I've got a shift at Candles, the music store. Grandmother understands a lot and she's always been sympathetic; she knows that I am who I am because it's just me, not because my father left and never returned or because I spend too much time with her and Ma. Grandmother doesn't push it aside and she doesn't try to change me.
God loves everyone, She has a hand in making someone who they aretherefore She loves what She makes. Papa and Mama know this and have taught me that anyone who says otherwise is wrongGod loves all Her children, because She made them, gave them a purpose, and She did it for a reason. Papa says that we have to remember the time in which our bible was made and that some things are dated. Mama says that we have to remember that our bible doesn't come from just God, a lot of it comes from humansit's a man-made book so some things are bound to be wrong.
My father runs a small church; he learned the trade, the practice, so I trust in what he tells me. I wasn't raised with glasses on, so any lines people may draw are blurry to me; I thank my parents and God every day for that.
TG Caption This: Careful what you wish for, sister
It not like I wanted to go to the meteor shower. Dante, my 'friend' who happens to also be a recent transfer student, dragged me to it. The kid had issues, trudging me outside when he knew that I didn't like big crowds or big festivals, which wasn't exactly news that he hadn't heard already. So a bunch of pieces of ice and dirt passed by the earth without blowing it up. Whoop-dee-freakin'-doo. I can hear you now, "but Hiro, these comets only go by once every thousand years! You could even make a wish on them and it could be granted!"
No, no thank you. Wishes backfire horribly. It's not like you go up to a genie and get away scot-free with every wish. There's always a catch because the universe is a huge jerkass. There's no such thing as instant gratification either, or happy endings. I decided this after the school was forced to put a huge fence around the roof of the school, and I saw it. That wasn't a cheap chain-link fence either. They even put barbed wire at th
Journal of An AdolescentMarch 18
I swore to never use this dumbass journal nana bought me but she’s dead now and I feel bad
What the hell am I even supposed to write in here
I guess I can write all the things I think but I can’t say because my friends will call me a pussy or something.
I better hide it good.
Sometimes I like to stand by the freeway and close my eyes and listen to the cars zip by. If I listen hard enough it almost sounds like the ocean. But then I open my eyes again and it’s just a Chevy with a shitty muffler.
I just read that again and I’m a pussy
I’ve come to accept my pussy ways.
It’s a shame that the city lights are too bright here and the stars don’t come out
I forgot about this journal. Oops.
Forgot about it again. Shit’s going on. Don’t have time to write down my pussy thoughts
I walked to the store today and bought bread and eggs. At what p
The Object Sensations Ep1. The case of the cookiesLightbulb was sleeping this morning. She was dreaming that she's having a giant cookie and she's ready to eat that delicious cookie. Until…
Forky: HEY LIGHTBULB!
Lightbulb: *Jumps off the bed and fall* AUGH!!
Forky: Oh,sorry! Did I wake you up?
Lightbulb: *grumpy* Yes. And you make me fall and heating myself with the head!!
Paintbrush: Hey! Why with all the grumpy face!
Lightbulb: I was feel so good when I was sleeping. I was dreaming that i'm eating a big cookie!!
Forky: And did you barf after this?
Forky: It was a joke,ok?
Lightbulb: I wish that I have all the cookies to eat!
PB: Be careful what you wish for! One day you ate some cookies from the OJ's party and then you barfed on Baseball's face!!
Forky: PB's right! But you don't need to be like this. You've got all your friends and all the things that you like!
Lightbulb: Except COOKIES,of course! But thanks.
Lightbulb went away from PB and Forky to a giant kitchen. Suddently,she founds a big jar!
The Object Sensations Ep2 Our Cheese don't smile?It's a sunny day and Paintbrush was walking while he/she is listening to all the rock musics in his/her Ipod(like PB is a rock fan), when he/she founds Cheesy with a "dark" smile (which means he's serious) sitting on a tree(The tree's shadow shows Cheesy with dark colours).
Paintbrush's trying to cheer him up.
PB: Hey Cheesy, why with all the sadness in your smile?
PB: Cheesy, are you okay okay??
Cheesy: *sigh* I just fine...please go away...
Paintbrush: C'mon!!! I'm trying to help you!!!
Cheesy: Would you shut up?Please?
PB: Geez!! Alright,alright!!!
Paintbrush went away, but he/she don't really want to let Cheesy alone.
He needs help! Then PB finds Knife reading a comic book of Looney Tunes.
Paintbrush: Knife, here you are! I need your help
Knife wasn't paying attencion, so PB take the comic book off.
PB: You know you have to listen and paying attencion to people when they're talking to you,Knife!!!
Knife: Hey!!Give my book back!!
PB: Look Knife, i don't
60 For 60: The Golden Pince-Nez“You see, but you do not observe.” —A Scandal in Bohemia
“They will make you appear distinguished!” I expostulated.
“I don’t need them!” Holmes looked down at the letter. “Expensive paper, a woman’s handwriting…”
“But what does the lady say?”
Holmes held the letter at arm’s length. After a few moments he tossed it aside and I knew I had won.
“Holmes,” I said, “you observe, but you do not see.”
SHD 103 - Assignment One
"I have turned each of you into a shadow, which shall begin the acclimation process. What I ask of you is to use this to spy on one of your fellow students. Find a secret or something interesting to report. Do bear in mind that you will not remain in the shadow form for more than twenty-four hours, so you best begin your assignment now."
When Ioren turned around, he saw nothing.
Of course there was nothing. After all, who would be wandering around in a time like this? The patrols in the dormitories start no later than ten – the hour hand on the clock tower had already passed eleven. The moon hung at the centre of a blanket of dark blue. Faint clouds hover briskly below the shining light of the stars, shielding them from anyone who looked up towards the sky. The air was calm, but no less fresh and crisp – and the silence it gave was peaceful and comfortable. It was all Ioren wanted out of this night, all he wanted outside – alone.
The howler had stuffed
Being a Better Bad Guy: Entry 80If you’re low on funds, yelling more and rationing the Twinkies may be your best course of action.
Star Wars Kotor 1 wedgie fic“Bastila, Bastila where are you?” Yelled a young twi lek by the name of Mission Vao, she walked through the metal hallways of the Ebon Hawk, looking for her friend Bastila as she rounded the corner about to yell again, she saw Bastila sitting on her knees in meditation,
“Hmm I wonder ?” Mission thought to herself as she crept over to the sitting Jedi, she got closer and closer hidden by her stealth field generator, she kept creeping until she stood invisible over Bastila, who was still in meditation, mission bent over and reached for Bastila’s exposed underwear when mission felt her pants get tight and saw Bastila stood up, and turned around and look where mission was standing invisible and moved her hand in front of her and mission appeared suspended by her grey panties a foot off the ground.
“Uh I guess you heard me coming huh?” Mission asked jokingly
Bastila nodded her head a stern look on her face,
Mission squeaked when Bastila move her han
My Curtian Call
Sorry, maybe next time.
You didn’t nail the role Victoria, sorry about that but I guess there’ll be other roles for you to get
You didn’t make the cut Victoria, We’re really sorry, I mean you’ve auditioned around 30 times for this role, it’s not that you’re not talented but you just don’t have the look that we’re looking for and the fact that your accent sticks out doesn’t really help.
That was all that Victoria McGlade heard, she was a 20 year old New Zealander currently living in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, she was an actress who hadn’t been getting a lot of work, which was really infuriating her, she didn’t go through those years of acting school, all the stress, the nights staying up to 6 in the morning to finish acting papers, she hadn’t had work since Power Rangers SPD when she was 17 and now she was seriously teetering over the edge, all of her hard work was for nothing, a few bit parts here and t
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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