43: Dying“Grandma? May I come in?” “Of course, Nicky,” Nick Lynx walks into the room with a tray full of Nayomi Lynx’s favorite food.43: Dying
“Nick, you’re sixteen. You should be out with your friends,” Nayomi protests modestly when he sets the tray on her bed. “Have you been preparing this all morning?” Nick nods and smiles sheepishly, ruffling his black hair. “I don’t understand why everyone has to baby me just because I’m dying,” Nayomi pouts as she starts eating a bowl of steamed white rice. Her doctor has forced her to stay i
5: Seeking SolaceHis back is dripping with water, along with his neck and arms. His bare feet leave wet footprints on the carpet as he walks to his bedroom. His jeans cling on at patches on his wet legs. He reaches his bedroom and plunges onto his bed, flinging his phone by his pillow. The phone responds by vibrating very loudly and annoyingly. "Go away," Nick mutters. He's not ready to go back to work right now. But instead of a crime scene call, it is simply a text from Gil Grissom.5: Seeking Solace
Grissom texts? "Happy birthday, Nick," is the message.
Oh yeah. My birthday has been very happy so far... What happ
1: IntroI’m stepping up, for once. Well, maybe for the second time in my life. Truth be told, I don’t know how many times I’ve “stepped up” before or if this even counts as “stepping up.” Oh, just get on with it already before you lose inspiration. (As always...) Shut up. I’m doing this at my own pace! Good. Thank you. You’re not welcome. Ladies and gentlemen, I regret to announce that you will have to suffer this madness-- We’re not at that theme yet! ...we will have to suffer this madness for a minimum of a year. &nb1: Intro
Dreamlike Reality 1Near the mountains and forests of Sacred Drear lies a house. The house is near the middle of a vast forest, one that sits almost on the borderline of Sacred Drear’s limits. There is a single road that leads to the house, which extends about twenty miles away from the city. The house itself is aging, its once refined features now waning with exhaustion. Nobody has inhabited it for about four years. The once sleek, grey rooftop is slowly fading away from its prior glamour. The wooden paneling on the second level of the house is starting to deteriorate from the inactiveness of the house. The grey bricks on the ground base are starting to beDreamlike Reality 1
| Name: MK Likes *coughOBSESSIONScough*: CSI, Heroes, House, writing, listening to music [Look at fav bands below], hanging with youth group at church, friends, blah blah blah Dislikes: Many things, of which I make clear in the moment of my disliking. What kind of art I do: I draw every now and then, but mostly I write. Warning: I touch on very mature topics in my writings, so if you have any problem with them, talk to me before you report me. I've never had it happen, and I don't want it to happen. Thanks.  ...I don't know what else to put.  |
HP and the HBP Movie
Bliss
Do you know if you, Amy, or any of your friends that you can get in contact with is taking AP U.S. History (preferrably the block)?
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~WolfPhantom16 and I...
We're better than your BFF Jill.
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It is a far, far better thing that I type, than I have ever hand-written. It is a far, far better dream that I dream, than I have ever fantasized about before.
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~WolfPhantom16 and I...
We're better than your BFF Jill.
Matt eatin' a friggen' watermelon!
OMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMHAHAHA!
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My name is guitar and I play Miss Gates!
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It is a far, far better thing that I type, than I have ever hand-written. It is a far, far better dream that I dream, than I have ever fantasized about before.
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That rip in the space time continuum is so not my fault.
ish.
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It is a far, far better thing that I type, than I have ever hand-written. It is a far, far better dream that I dream, than I have ever fantasized about before.
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That rip in the space time continuum is so not my fault.
ish.
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It is a far, far better thing that I type, than I have ever hand-written. It is a far, far better dream that I dream, than I have ever fantasized about before.
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That rip in the space time continuum is so not my fault.
ish.
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