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Currently Untitled 1Blood spilled out of the metal heap, hitting the pavement with a warm splash.   
"Dad? Dad, are you there?"   
"He died instantly."   
"What?"   
"It was a drunk driver."   
"What? What are you talking about? Dad doesn't drink."   
"I'm sorry for your loss."   
The roads were painted black. Street lamps were shot down and glass fragments lay scattered across the midnight sky.   
Small comfort was taken from the smooth running of the engine.   
A car turned the corner, and headlights collided. Sudden. Rough. Reckless. And a crash.   
"Dad? Dad?" Currently Untitled 1
by ~Zavias
Murky DreamsLittle specks of blood fell from the ceiling, failing into the growing pool at the center of the room. Upturned furniture bordered the area, furniture free from the violent splashes of color. Cobwebs strung with silver held droplets of life. Spiders ate away at death like cannibals.   
The BMW parked two blocks away was gone, leaving behind it a trail of cigarettes and thick tire marks pressed deep into the ground.   
"Kill him, kill him," he urged.   
The slippery thoughts slid into the back of Travis' mind before he realized it. Shadows danced around the idea, hiding it from his view until it was too late to st Murky Dreams
by ~Zavias
A TripTravis was sitting up on his bed, gasping for breath. The doors and windows were locked. Edwin couldn't do much with that. But what he could do was call the police and tell them that there was a kid with a bag of shrooms in his bedroom.   
"Damn it," murmured Travis, opening the plastic bag. In a corner of the bag were a few white, shriveled up mushrooms. They looked ordinary, much like the ones he saw on his neighbor's front lawn every afternoon he walked home from school.   
Without realizing it, he was reaching in to touch one. But before his fingers came within an inch of the mushrooms, he felt his phone vibrate in his A Trip
by ~Zavias
Freezing Hot ChristmasDecember 2. That was the date scribbled on the photo of me standing next to a Christmas tree. A tree twice my height. It wasn’t even our tree. Or our house, for that matter. I don’t remember where we were, but I do remember that Samuel had later ran up to that tree, arms out, and the whole thing toppled over. Glass ornaments shattered into a million pieces. Samuel was found in the restroom a few hours later, clutching so tightly on shards of glass that his hands bled.   
After the restroom was deemed “clean”, the Christmas tree heaved back up, and the wreckage cleared, we left. Dad made his excuses, refusing the Freezing Hot Christmas
by ~Zavias
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Happy Thanksgiving

Wed Nov 25, 2009, 7:00 PM
  • Mood: Neutral
  • Listening to: "Eyes" - Rogue Wave
  • Reading: "When You Are Engulfed in Flames" - Davi
Happy (early) Thanksgiving! Food, people, no school... and I'm going somewhere tomorrow. Somewhat unwillingly. I don't know where. I was informed of this today.

Anyway, about NaNoWriMo....
How am I doing? I'm behind.
By how much? We won't go into that.
Is it that bad? Probably not.

Er... I really am writing, even if I haven't been posting. For some reason I don't think it's a good idea to post the whole thing up. I try to avoid arguing with my subconscious self....

But anyway. This story... I've decided two things. One, I can no longer understand why mushrooms are illegal. Health class severely exaggerated the negative consequences, and those negative consequences don't affect everyone. And two, I desperately need to finish this story. I've spent too much time on it and I absolutely need to finish it. The trips are a lot of fun to write. Really they are. I've also had to change my writing style a bit. Just a bit. I'm slightly worried about the ending though. Practically everything is cliched when it comes to drugs, which is why the ending keeps changing every other day. But hopefully I'll figure it out before I get there. Oh, and still no title.

Well putting all that aside, hope everyone's having a good weekend.... (*coughs* How is everyone doing anyway? *endsrandomcough*)

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  • Current Residence: In a house
  • Interests: A lot of things
  • Favourite movie: Grave of the Fireflies (2005 live action, not anime)
  • Favourite band or musician: Good question
  • Favourite genre of music: An even better question
  • Favourite artist: Ehmm.... WannabeAnarchist and/or Hirokoness
  • Favourite poet or writer: I'll respect any writer that writes well (which is many......)
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  • Wallpaper of choice: Anything that doesn't make me scared of my own room
  • Favourite game: I lost the game....
  • Favourite gaming platform: My brain
  • Favourite cartoon character: At this point, it's Akito Hayama (from Kodocha)
  • Personal Quote: Life is a riddle in a game. How much of it can you solve before time's up?
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=herestothemasses 17 hours 41 minutes ago
thanks!

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"When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence." -- Ansel Adams
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=Alxias Nov 16, 2009, 5:05:47 PM
thanks for the fave. :3

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“I totally almost tried to combine "magic" and "pancake" and almost wrote "mancake" xD” ~ ~KhaosAnimeAngel
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~SupernaturalROX Oct 9, 2009, 2:11:44 PM
THANX FOR THE FAV! :iconpyroglompplz: wassup?

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Swimmers are just too sexy for a sport that requires clothing.

Talking to a drunk person is like talking to a very happy, very mentally brain damaged three year old.

I claimed Stark/Lilynette's resureccion, "Kick, Los Lobos", in the Bleach-Crew.
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~Zavias Oct 12, 2009, 10:58:50 AM
Mm... 's mostly school, and a few other things.
How're you and everyone at Einstein doing?

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Just a few of my priorities: Chocolate, pens, and shoes.
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~SupernaturalROX Oct 12, 2009, 2:09:02 PM
pretty good. IB math is HARD D8

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Swimmers are just too sexy for a sport that requires clothing.

Talking to a drunk person is like talking to a very happy, very mentally brain damaged three year old.

I claimed Stark/Lilynette's resureccion, "Kick, Los Lobos", in the Bleach-Crew.
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~Zavias Oct 13, 2009, 11:10:08 AM
We don't have the IB programs. Alex tried to explain it to me once, but it didn't work out very well.

'm sorry. I could try to help you (although I think I'd fail miserably).

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Just a few of my priorities: Chocolate, pens, and shoes.
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~SupernaturalROX Oct 15, 2009, 3:54:39 PM
its alrite i wasnt looking for help. i just wanted to convey my stress ^^ whats up? hows life? andby that i mean... howsitgoin?!

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Swimmers are just too sexy for a sport that requires clothing.

Talking to a drunk person is like talking to a very happy, very mentally brain damaged three year old.

I claimed Stark/Lilynette's resureccion, "Kick, Los Lobos", in the Bleach-Crew.
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