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Savior p3Alexander took a deep breath and stared at the door for a few seconds before running out to the steps. He began to whisper. It seemed like a light beam was pulling the people to the foot of the steps. The entire mass of the village appeared in no time.Savior p3
"Listen!" Alexander said over the crowd. They quieted down and stared at him, their emerald, ruby, and diamond eyes glittering in the moonlit snow. "My people, Baron John is thirsty tonight. He has taken the woman I had escorted through the town to feed upon. We must act-ah!" &n
by ~bridget117
Savior p2"Elizabeth?" Alexander knocked on the open door of her room.Savior p2
She sat up on her bed.
"Do you want a tour of the village?"
"Sure."
"Follow me." Alexander smiles and holds out his hand. Elizabeth nervously gets up and lets him take it. He raises it to his lips and runs unrealistically fast down the hall to the door. "You may want to grab a coat." He opens the closet door and pulls out a gray wool trench coat. He tosses it at her and she slowly pulls it on. Alexander grabs a long black
by ~bridget117
RMR: The PicturesI'm staggering, crawling to the door step. It's cold, wet, and raining in Ireland today. It was a hard trip on the plane back. The wind had picked up and it was then that I realized how tired I was. I had hired a cab to drop me off the twenty miles from the airport to my house in the country side. The army had taken my pack and gun and everything that was its. I got to keep my clothes, though. I think of myself as a sorry sight with a hole in my shirt and a ridiculous scab on my face. I listen to the gravel crunch under my boots. I look up throuRMR: The Pictures
by ~bridget117
RMR: Left for GoneWe charge up the road, the machine gun nearly hitting us all. I run across the intersection with a few others, but go into a house that no one else follows me in to. I dash up the steps to a window facing the building the machine gun's at. I aim carefully. Right before I shoot I hear the creaking of the floorboards behind me. I whip around, prepared to fire. The girl raises her arms and says something in French. I look at her with some sort of a question on my face. She reaches into her pocket and throws something at me. It looks like a gun cartRMR: Left for Gone
by ~bridget117
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I Want to Know What Love Is11After an hour or so everyone was loosing energy, Damian had even Fallen asleep with his head on Lauren's lap as she laid curled up into Keith on the long couch. George declared that it would be best if they all went to bed seeing as they had a semi early morning. Lauren went to the washroom to find that the guys had laid out some stuff for her to wash her face and brush her teeth which made her love them even more. After she finished in the bathroom she came back into the living room to find Keith standing there alone waiting for her. He stood there and just looked at her, " so you're not mad that II Want to Know What Love Is11
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Lassieby ~Diamond4girl
ungrateful by definition.i'm like you were thrown from theungrateful by definition.
seventh floor, of an six story building. and then humpty dumpty
tried to put you back together into me.
i'm just a less cute version of that mud under your feet, and the dirt that you spit on was just like me.
i've spent so many nights wide awake, waiting,
watching my conscious for a break in my rusted-through armor. i'm not as strong as you think.
while we both could do better, we still don't feel like giving in to prescriptions. after a
by ~stuff7
I am 90% Obsessed
ZealDevious Info
- Current Residence: a life full of unfulfilling dreams
- Print preference: on paper
- Interests: music, dA
- Favourite movie: The Matrix movies, The Bourne Movies
- Favourite band or musician: David Cook, 3 Days' Grace, Linkin Park, Celtic Thunder, Anberlin, Red
- Favourite genre of music: Rock, metal
- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allen Poe
- Favourite style of art: Classic...stuff like Monet, DaVinci...
- Operating System: Ubuntu
- MP3 player of choice: Philips GoGear
- Shell of choice: Turtle, clam, or lined with pearl
- Wallpaper of choice: A band I'm into
- Skin of choice: Anything that covers you.
- Favourite game: Superbowl XLIII
- Favourite cartoon character: Stitch?
- Personal Quote: There is no spoon!- The Matrix
- Tools of the Trade: An expressive recording device and an inspiration
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| I have a tendency to obsess. I listen to anything I feel like. I can use excessively gargantuan words. My favorite word is juxtapose (thank you, David Cook interview). I like to read. I can have an extremely sick and disturbing mind at random, or whenever I feel like it. I can not hide my emotions. |
Journal History
- Nov 12, 2009 I am 90% Obsessed
- Nov 11, 2009 Happy Veteran's Day
- Nov 9, 2009 The Songs Promised
- Nov 8, 2009 Weird...I'm flammable....
- Nov 6, 2009 New AWESOME Group I Joined:
- Nov 1, 2009 Meh. Whateeevarr.
- Oct 25, 2009 Das Veekly Updatez
- Oct 18, 2009 For the Celtic Thunder Fans
- Oct 10, 2009 Hehe Wow
- Oct 5, 2009 *Sigh*
- Oct 4, 2009 30 Best
- Sep 30, 2009 PLEASE COMMENT
- Sep 29, 2009 I suppose this is good?
- Sep 6, 2009 My Life According to Anberlin
- Aug 26, 2009 The Beginning of the End
- Aug 24, 2009 How Much Do You Know?
- Aug 20, 2009 AAHHHH!!
- Aug 19, 2009 Panic
- Aug 18, 2009 1000 pageviews
- Aug 17, 2009 Update
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