Dark And Stormy NightIt was a dark and stormy night about a month ago in Hines Creek. .
I was out for a walk when I realized that something wasn't right.
You have probably had that experience before. I felt a cold chill,
and I knew that soon I would have to make a decision. My friend
Destiny had called me the previous day, and told me all about Jason's
problem with the police, and I was a little worried about what would
happen. Then, all of a sudden, I saw off in the distance what I realized
was the awful truth, and right then I cried out in fear! I remembered what
my karate teacher had told me about a situation like this. It was very
important that I not run away from my fears. Very calmly, I picked up a
big stick and realized I was no longer afraid. Before I knew it, I was alone,
and I knew I really liked being naked. So you see, I really learned something,
and I decided I had to tell you all about it.
Once upon a time there was a young girl named Amanita. Amanita was 32 years old and lived in D'Elormie, Dies Irae. While walking home from school one day, a red
jumped out from behind a tree and tackled Amanita to the ground. But just when she was about to let out a scream for help, Amanita realized that the red wolf was only
licking her face, not trying to bite it off. At that moment, Amanita decided to keep the red wolf as a pet. And on the way home she decided to name her pet red wolf
''Elsinore.'' When Amanita and her new pet finally got home, guess who was standing on the front porch? That's right, it was Amanita's mother, Artemisia. And boy was she
surprised to see a red wolf following Amanita into the yard! ''What in world is that?'' shouted Artemisia. ''It's a red wolf,'' answered Amanita. ''Dah, I can see that, Amanita,
but what on earth is it doing her
dark loveIt is a night of dark desire,
a song of subtlety,
wolves vent their loneliness.
The immortal one rises.
Curling, icy wisps of death
shrouds her stalking form,
an eternal desire.
Her ebon hair cascades over
translucent ivory shoulders,
and her full scarlet lips part slightly,
to taste the
red tears streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
Now a night of new awareness,
ImprisonedSlender beams of radiance enter
this darkened prison as I kneel,
always despairing, always hopeful,
Haloed forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
penetrating my secret soul.
A reflection on a lover's face.
I raise my head, now embracing
this impassive reality.
One heartI'm not here right now and
I regret to say that due to
later has been canceled.</b>
One heart for randy's pride
One heart for the times we cry
One heart gotta stay alive.. .I will survive
One heart for the city streets
One heart for the hip hop beats
One heart oh I do believe
One heart is all we need
In the my bedroomIn the my bedroom
I left. I don't know where I am.
Do you know where I am?
Do you know where you are?
Are you lost? Did you find you?
I found you. You're there at your
computer. But I'm not here. So then
I guess I'm over there some where.
In my bedroom
I found a mind
There are too many minds.
I have fallen to pieces
GhostsAbsinthe was not the most popular girl in town, so it came as a big surprise when Ahriman asked her on a date. Besides being cute, Ahriman was a staple on the Huntington High football team.
Absinthe couldn't understand why he would want to spend a Friday night with her, especially when the school was teeming with girls who would have given their right head for a chance with Ahriman. A bit hesitant, Absinthe accepted and Ahriman said he would pick her up at 8pm that Friday.
Absinthe was full of nerves on Friday night. Ahriman arrived promptly at 8pm and after meeting Absinthe's parents, they both said goodbye and headed to his car.
"So, where are we headed?" Absinthe asked Ahriman.
"We're meeting up with Ague and Brent at Pennhurst Academy."
Pennhurst Academy...Absinthe had never been there, but everyone KNEW of Pennhurst Academy. It was an abandoned children's hospital and many people believed it was haunted. During the 1930s, a wave of tuberculosis had killed hundreds of children. Whe
Run Ian RunYou don't have to be faster than the bear,
you just have to be faster than the slowest
guy running from the bear.
Ian was walking down the road.
A crazed bear shot him.
Run Ian Run!
"Kylie!" cried Ian.
He jumped off a bridge.
And landed on a quadruple decker bus.
It fell over.
Gordon Brown cried.