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Hanzleberry
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Apr 10, 2010 11:13AM
Death was upon us. Teas and crumpet?
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heehee. I like this game!Pretty Polly went a skating on a nice sunny day. She tripped and fell and hit her elbow. She then died saying "Teas and crumpet?"
Burn baby burn! Disco inferno! I think I did plagiarize this one.
There was pain in my brain. It slowly worked it's way down to my waist; down to my legs. I felt like I was about to pass out. "Cadet Hik, your turn is done." A mechanical voice said.
Thanks, Al! ;DAs I stared into his cold, black eyes, I realized this was not a man to fool with. And I realized that I should never had played his game.
Al wrote:One, two, three and they all fall down. It made him want to smile. His job was amazingly entertaining."
Actually, my first thought was that it was a guy working with little kids. But you're telling me he's a serial killer?!?!?! 0_0
She sat on the roof like she did every night. She would watch the stars and wish that someone would come and save her from reality. And she never imagined it would actually happen until she looked down one night and he was climbing the wall up to where she was sitting.
It's very Romeo-Juliet. But you wouldn't want to know.
It's a bomb. Chuck it. Now. Get it away from you.Well, clearly you did not heed my warning, so you should be able to handle this story. Let us begin from the darkest of times...
lmao. That's brilliant Al!"I'm sorry, but you're presence is annoying."
Looking around in disgust, Jess hoped something would save her as a huge man in a goofy costume gave her a hug.
There was a matchstick in her sandwich.
I wouldn't eat it either ...lol..."Give me your keys!" the border patrol officer demanded.
The tip tap of water banging against pans in the dark of the night managed to conceal the noise of footsteps, slowly creeping across the floor to the beds where the five children of Mr. And Mrs. McClurry slept. One of them was special. ((sorry, two sentences!))
Every three years, a child under fifteen is chosen to be sacrificed to Mount Jadal. I was one of those kids.
The first 42 digits of pi are 3.1415926535897932384626433832795028841971. Yeah, I know that.
The pen was glaring at me. I'm 100% sure it was glaring at me. I'm dead serious. No, I am not going crazy.@ Al: I memorized 107 numbers of pi in gr.7 to give my teacher a pie in the face. XD
I only remember 42 now though. :(
XD I can. You're making me crave Rheo Thompason Chocolate.I loved him when he told me he liked asparagus.
So true.She hung by a thread. Not hypothetically.
Not really...I'm not insane, even if people tell me I am.
Lol, true- that'd be funny.Many say that I own a personaly asylum and I deny it everytime, but what they don't know is that it's much more than that.
Thanks :) I like yours too.He didn't say very much though, he was too invested with the happenings in his mind.
I LIKE FUDGE! Ok, now that I've got that out of my system, we can start the story. I'm sorry! I couldn't resist!
My ear hurt. I twitched a couple times. Then I stopped. And I sat there. Watching her.
I couldn't breathe when he touched me there. Don't worry. This book is Pg. Ish.
I threw the computer across the room. Well, I tried to. I think someone glued it to the table. Damn, crazy house.
LolBeing crazy isn't my usual forte, really.
ahaha.I found myself standing on the ceiling. Now this was odd. Then I realized that my arms were above my head. I didn't remember leaving them there. I also had a terrible headache. Of course, the dark, dank, bad smelling room and the chains binding me to the ceiling had nothing to do with any of this at all.
I could feel the cold, slimy air on my neck.
My neck hurts. Maybe I should stop writing this. Or maybe I should stop hyperventilating first.
Joy coursed through my body, I had reached post one hundred fifty two.
lmao Al. and ahaha at Stephanie's. That was good.~ My name is Charlotte and I have cancer. Fact of the matter is that cancer holds a grudge. After I beat it, it's gonna want a re-match. And I will defend my title as champion before I die. And as long as I'm champion, I ain't dying.
Oh wow Al... wow.You know what would be terrible? If I wrote this all out in red pen for you, and then my annoying little brother spilt fruit punch on it. So just to be on the safe side, I'm going to use blue.
LOL, Al- that was so funny it brought a tear to my eye (literally). Crazy dream...Blue drives me insane better go with the pink pen.
Me too- I do love the color blueDr. Putnam looked at Al menacingly. ((hehe))
Lol, awesome. HE a charrie in a book you're reading or writing?Depression clouded my mind, how could this be?
Oh, okayI had misjudged him, but no matter, I had plenty of tricks up my sleeves.
You know those amazing dreams where you make-out feverishly with the book characters you adore? Yeah, I had one of those dreams. And when I woke up, I found myself in his bed. I pinched myself. Yup, this was real. I wonder how I got here???
Can't he ever think of anyone else but himself?
LolHis mind got cloudy, was he dying already?
She smelt something horrid. It got worse. But that wasn't the problem. The knife in her leg, however, was a problem.
I can't help that awesomeness rains down on me or that I radiate it.
LolSmoke rose from her head, she was doing homework.
