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You're My Happy Mistake"So you have no friends, huh?"

"Nope."

"Gee, thanks, then what am I?"

"You?"

"Mhmm"

You're someone I can't stand the thought of being without. You're someone I treasure, someone I love more than myself, you're my soulmate. I see only you, I hear only you, you're the man that makes me cry the longest and laugh the hardest. You are my everything, without you I am incomplete and life is pointless.

"You're a happy mistake."

Free. Ch. 10: Special BondsFree. Ch. 10: Special Bonds

I screamed as the strange girl pounced on me. She stuck her tongue out and hissed her tongue in front of my face. I saw two white fangs glint in the light as I looked up at her. She looked so familiar. Where had I seen her before?

"Oh come on Anabelle. Get off the poor girl." I heard a voice from the doorway.

Anabelle got off of me and flew back over to the doorway as I sat up and looked at the man in the door.

"Fionna? Are you alright?" Marshall ran downstairs over to me helping me up. He had a few scratch marks on his arms and face. "Why did you scream?"

I pointed to the man in the doorway who looked at u

The Children of Summer Summer is just around the corner, and nature seems to come to life. For many children, their backyard's beauty finally returned, not witnessing the beauty of nature since winter's first snowfall. Imagination was at an annual high, with kids unable to build snowmen or make cakes, pies, and soup with mud.
Plays and stories within their imaginations were acted out, not realizing how many writers would kill to have such a spontaneous creativity again. One day, the young boys and girls would run around, playing house. The next day, they could be in a Medieval kingdom, fighting dragons as knights. Each day was a different story and a

Tips to fill void left by Cartoon NetworkMissing Young Justice and Green Lantern, check out some tips to help temporarily fill in the void for both shows:

First, continue to watch both shows on Cartoon Network and that way it'll help bring up the ratings.

Second, buy the DVDs cuz' who knows, if the sales are high, the network executives would probably revive the show (ex: Family Guy did the same thing not so long ago)

Third, continue to buy the remaining issues of the GLTAS tie-in comics published by DC Comics

And speaking of comics, be sure to check out the New 52 Teen Titans series and the Green Lantern ones as well because like YJ and GLTAS, they have drama, action, and a lit

Neji's torment

''NEJI Neji'' ! Get back here ten ten said in a playful voice, ''i've got to keep moving she knows my secret '' said nenji .''listen nenji I just wanna talk to you'' ! Ten ten said while chuckling .''hmm yea right I know she saw how I reacted when her finger jabbed me in the stomach I know exactly what she's up to. i've got to get outah here before gai an... “ before nenji could finish he let out a brief grunt after gai with his tremendous speed tackled him to the ground. AH Ha well nenji ten ten says you've got a secret well im sure you wont mind if lee and I test it out “said gai sensei..

My shortest horror story...I found a spider in the house today.

eyelidshanging curtains over the soul's windows

Random Musings Of A Sarcastic Mind.....(Part 4)Tired And Stuff…..

“Numero quatro. And to start this 4th part out, I just wanna say I’m freezin’, and I’m tired. But to stimulate my mind, I’m listenin’ to Flying Lotus’ ‘Satellliiiiiiteee.’ And yes, that is the official name of that beat. I’m also humming along with it and adlibbing because I’m an artist at heart (But not really). At heart I think I’m more of a self-deprecating POS. And of course by POS I mean ‘positively outstanding stud.’ Haha, I know you agree.
But……..I had somewhat of a topic in mind for this part, but I forgot what it was. Which sucks ‘cause I thought it was really funny. Eh, whatever. You know what one of my pet peeves are? When people watch me eat. I can’t stand it, it’s one of the most annoying things ever. And I don’t know why I’m thinking about that considering I’m sitting in my bedroom,

Testing GravityHe leaned back in his chair looking at her standing behind him. Two chair legs came off the ground, "careful if you fall I won't catch you" she said.

"Yes you will"

"No I won't" He tilted the chair back further, smiling and looking her in the eyes as the chair slipped on the grass and he let gravity take over. She reached her arms out and slid under him to break his fall.

He beamed at her, "See, told you."

"Asshole..."

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OFF Theories

Burnt

Surely we've all heard that once you get to the final battle of the game, you see the batter's "true form", as if we were oblivious to it through out the whole game despite us controlling him. Now what if that was the case for Burnts? After all, the Bad Batter has a strong resemblance to most of the other specters in the game, which it should, including those dino burnt guys in Zone 3, there isn't much to prove this, but I thought it might be interesting.

The 4th Wall

Throughout the game, Zacharie constantly talks to you instead of the batter and always gives reminders this is all just a game, also The Judge speaks to y

Beyond the Subconscious Mind (prose version) Stretching across the room was the radiant glow from the moon. My curtain had just fallen from the weight of my foot. But the shine was not what had awakened me. Neither was it a dream. There was an odd sensation lurking about the shadows of my house. And I am possibly the only one, who felt this weird presence.

I had awakened in my own sweat, my clothes sticking to my moist body. I had to shift my body nearly ten times to regain conformability, but although I lay upon my back without an inch to move, I still felt abnormally aware of something.

Across the hall and into the family room, I could hear the clock singing to its regular rhythm

Angelic Dream, or Demonic Nightmare - Ch 1Red sky loomed over me. Black crows flew in circles further ahead, falling to the ground, one by one. The grass was a beautiful green with small white flowers layering the dirt.

I walked slowly towards the circle of dead crows and stopped.

A girl. A girl the age of eight years old.

She stood there staring at me. I did the same.

The girl was short, wearing a shredded brown dress that went to her knees and was barefoot. She had long brown hair. Her face was covered with shadow.

A crow flew down to her, talons ready as if to attack.

But it only bounced off the air surrounding her and fell to the ground. Dead.

More followed shortly after,

Gift:EmilyValkov #1Emily watched as the snow fell to the ground. Tomorrow was her birthday and her mother couldn’t come home to join her celebration because of her having to work long hours at her lab on one of her projects.Emily sighed sadly leaving a little mist on the window. She was looking forward to seeing her mother since it had been a while seen they got to do something together.

Emily turned to look at her siblings. Tara and Tala both were fiddling with their beyblades. Tala was replacing parts while Tara happily cleaned off the fresh beyblade that Tala had repaired for her.

“Still looking at the window Em? “Tala said catching Emily

He's not ComingShe had been sitting in the restaurant for a couple hours, her hands cradling her second beer of the night. She hadn't planned on getting drunk, not in the slightest, but drinking was all she could think of doing to dull the pain developing in her chest. Her expression was beginning to show just how distraught she was becoming, hazel eyes shimmering with the mirth of tears.

Taking her hands away from the glass, she smoothed out a nonexistent crease in her baby blue dress. She'd been saving it for this day and had been excited, yet here she was. Stood up.

An occasional glance would be tossed her way, pity written upon the viewer's face.

The

Tickling my Step Brother Part 1My day started the usual way. It was my day off and I awoke to the thought of tickling. Some would say that the constant occurrence of thoughts like these would drive people insane. But not me. I rather enjoyed tickling. Especially my step brother. Especially my step brothers feet. It was always a shame for him. He hated being tickled. But it added to the fun. Anyway, my step brother was out of school and we were bored. I was going to tickle him soon it was just a matter of what he would do to make me tickle him. He eventually wanted to go bouncing on the trampoline with me. Which would have been fine if it wasn't 8:30 in the morning. (I take

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The Sun ShinesAs the cooing of doves in the loft
Her conversation carried from the other room
Happy melody of domestication
Which birds make with their nests.

Her daughter's fell back and sent me ahead
Her sanctum, her place, her home,
She chose to meet me in the sun room
and left opened the door.

For to long words had been our life
With letters exchanged and received
Now my words failed me,
Though a wedding was planned.

It was the moment of the dawn
When the rooster fills his breast
To make his declaration
And break the expectant calm

In her solitary light
The night left me
And the morning's glory struck
As one who lives in a cave

My p

The Bridal White PeacockThe Bridal White Peacock

Before the Temple Thiruparangundram,
Sore the vengeful spear, slewing pleasure, he san divan a Madame.
The Lord Subramanya, his promise long once made,
To him Deivayanai came, she reminding him, true power of man.

He made camp and burned the night lamps.
General of the Army,
For her he showed his mercy,
Releasing the Devas, they encasing,
The many colored war standards.

Though with pomp, ceremony, tradition, duty, He garbed himself.
Taking off the soldier's red cloak, shedding his royal purple,
The garments of white he wore that night
And danced for her.

Sure was his step, brilliant his display,
The pur

How Men KnowYou are my earth.
The place where the seed is planted
In your grove our love grows.
What I have sown
Let me reap,
The beauty of your full bounty.

You are an ocean of moods
That this navigator plots his course upon
One day smooth as glass,
The next thundering waves
Majestic to the sailor’s sight.

You are the fox
Greedy for the fluttering of my heart
This once caught
Does not escape
Little about me gets by you.

This is how men know
Your woman kind
As the harvest,
The mounting storm, the evening calm
Athena the clever huntress
Elemental to our being.

@ George T. Everette

The End of CyclesThe End of Cycles

Even as the comet follows its path
I am drawn into your orbit
In cycles of light and darkness
My travels have brought me here

Drawing ever nearer
Caught by the power of your gravity
My orbit is now ever yours
A star that shines only in your light

Circling one more time
Your solar wind fills my ice sail
And the glow of my coming shines red
On the pale moon’s face

Let me fill your night sky
And then out shine the sun
It is the end of cycles
My trajectory is now certain

This cataclysmic event
It burns in a hard flash of light
And I am reduced to dust
My orbit will never leave yours again.

@ George T. E

A Fire Against the ColdA Fire Against the Cold

Dull knife of cold
Chill of bone
Frozen blue lips
Starved of love.

Frost of night
Iron of earth
Frozen bark
The ice ran though the heart oak.

All was shed
The sap drained
Weight of snow
He smothered you.

The winter wind
Blowing through
And in a SNAP!
You parted.

The woodman follows
Your fallen pieces
His calloused hands gathering,
Touching feelings deeply.

The path he made
Though the snow
Was new…
Just for you.

The match was struck
Fuel dried and seasoned
It quickly caught,
And love came out of season.

Hands warmed
Your sap came up
And frosted eyes cried though pin and needles
Your cold ruby lips sought

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Screaming Eagle Song

by ~Spriglief, Jul 16, 2007, 11:17:30 AM
Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / General Non-Fiction / Stories & Vignettes

Screaming Eagle Song

The Official Version:

We have a rendezvous with destiny
Our strength and courage will strike the spark
That will always keep men free.

Jump right down through the sky so blue
Keep your eye on the job to be done
We are men of the 101st
We will fight till the battle is won.

The Soldier’s Version:

We have a rendezvous at O dark thirty
Our blood and guts provide the strength
That will keep AMERICA free!

Jump right down through the sky so black
Pray like hell we have surprise
We are the men of the 101st
We will fight until it is time to reposition.

Screaming Eagle Songby ~Spriglief

Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / General Non-Fiction / Stories & Vignettes

The offical and unoffical versions.

I was called into the Platoon Sergeants office and was given a copy of the song and told I was to teach my soldiers to sing it. I thought it was a joke and said something like, “who has lost their mind.” My platoon sergeant told me it was not a joke. So, I decided to take it serious and asked my platoon Sergeant to hum the tune. He ordered me from his office.

So, I executed my command and gave this speech to my squad.

Men, you don’t have to be in the Army long to get some duty that is distasteful. I think the usual record is five minutes. However, it might take awhile for you to get duty that is not only distasteful in and of itself, but makes you hate yourself for performing your duty. If that day has not yet arrived for you, then feel yourself lucky that it has taken this long for that day to come.

Now repeat after me. “We have a rendezvous with destiny…

When the battalion command heard our new version of the 101st song he moved our platoon behind the regimental band in the hope it could drown us out during the retirement ceremony. He also refused to hum or sing the song so we could have the tune right.

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~jeannie64 Jul 26, 2007 Professional Writer

wow they did that to you after you were only following orders how not so nice xxj i enjoyed reading your description it was very informative to the likes of myself who hasnt been in the forces , at just what they can expect you to do then turn literally their backs then on your efforts , howd the others feel xxj

~Spriglief Jul 27, 2007 Hobbyist Writer

A retirement ceremony is strange. The old soldiers know exactly what the new soldier will have to go through to reach where they are at and the new soldiers get to see where they will be at the end. Everybody is thinking, is it worth it… or was it worth it.

At my retirement ceremony I felt like an old horse going to the glue factory and had to find another reason for living, fast.

~jeannie64 Jul 30, 2007 Professional Writer

oh jes so how long have you been writting , i mean how old are you my dear da friend , you cant be that old if your retired i mean 60 odd isnt old dear , as i say the great trades men of our world have so many skills still they can teach the young of todays lazy computer run world. now you def have my undivided attention and 100% respect , i understand some of the military life to a small degree through my generations ,but i also understand how let yu you must feel too at the end of it all , , i hold onto every word you say re my writting ,for i call you my mentor if thats ok , youve also i hope become a friend , that i trust totally re my comments on my work . jes im a chatter box too , well saying im irish dear ,, xxxxxxxxxxxxxj again great writting my da friend

~Spriglief Jul 30, 2007 Hobbyist Writer

I once traded notes with an old Irish Angolan mercenary. There was no glee in his boast, “we fought their men during the day and fucked their women at night.”

So I'm happy my skills are not needed by this generation. The guys I taught are over in Iraq and Afghanistan right now. If my skills were needed again it would be because we are losing… badly. I’m hoping the guys I taught are teaching the Iraqis and Afghans how to follow a lawful order. Because believe you me, they already know how to kill for their own reasons.

I enjoy your writting not only because I can recongized the hardship and pain in your writing, but because you know how to find the pleasue in a hard life. I think we both know where our humanity comes from.

~jeannie64 Jul 31, 2007 Professional Writer

yea our humanity is always within us my dear friend , do you agree no mattter what the world around us tries to condition us into , we have a free will that will not be broken , im thrilled that one of such worldly knowledge likes my writing as most of it is from deep within me sometimes from my subcon yea see i dunno how to spell it but you know what i mean , then other bits of my writing are from earthly things goings on around me , and my own life experiences of which in my 43 yrs take it from me ive seen and went through a great deal but hey look at me now , im chatting to someone whom i admire for their talent as a writer , theres not many people i can actually say that about , yea we both know how to find the pleasures in a hard life Spriglief xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxj

~Spriglief Aug 1, 2007 Hobbyist Writer

~jeannie64 Aug 1, 2007 Professional Writer

awe thank you xxxj

!mystical-machine-gun Jul 17, 2007

Ten . . . HUT! . . . Or, whatever that means! I like the song, my friend!

~Spriglief Jul 17, 2007 Hobbyist Writer

I was called into the Platoon Sergeants office and was given a copy of the song and told I was to teach my soldiers to sing it. I thought it was a joke and said something like, “who has lost their mind.” My platoon sergeant told me it was not a joke. So, I decided to take it serious and asked my platoon Sergeant to hum the tune. He ordered me from his office.

So, I executed my command and gave this speech to my squad.

Men, you don’t have to be in the Army long to get some duty that is distasteful. I think the usual record is five minutes. However, it might take awhile for you to get duty that is not only distasteful in and of itself, but makes you hate yourself for performing your duty. If that day has not yet arrived for you, then feel yourself lucky that it has taken this long for that day to come.

Now repeat after me. “We have a rendezvous with destiny…

When the battalion command heard our new version of the 101st song he moved our platoon behind the regimental band in the hope it could drown us out during the retirement ceremony. Like my Platoon Sgt., he also refused my request to hum or sing the song so we could have the tune right.

Note: There are two types of command, the preparatory command and the command of execution. “Attention,” is a preparatory command and it meaning is for all subordinates to cease whatever they are doing and prepare to receive a command of execution.

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