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|Tuesday, May 17th, 2005|
|Thursday, May 12th, 2005|
OK since no one has posted in awhile. I'll do the honor. We had no entries for the last contest. So I will start a new one. This one has the topic of mystic beings. Whether it be Fey, Were, Vampire, ect. It can be a poem, story, riddle, anything. Just start posting. And remember to promote!!!!! Current Mood: creative
|Monday, April 18th, 2005|
Ok since Rose has completly disregarded the community and change accounts (just kidding I love you Rosie) I guess I am the new owner. So...lol. Rosie since you were the original owner you can help me. lol you'll have to. We'll come up with another contest. You guys need to stay active in this commnity. and promote, with love
|Saturday, January 29th, 2005|
Does anybody even update in this anymore. or even look at it. because it seems like im the only one keeping tract. maybe cause i have no life, i dont know but yeah no one else did the significant other thing and i was looking forward to reading other peoples and getting comments on mine but whatever. let me know if anyone read this so i know your all still alive. oh yeah i got a tattoo on my ankle and a bellybutton pircing in the same day. they're awsome. that is all.
|Thursday, January 20th, 2005|
"Significant Other" The Meeting
Run. That’s all I could think of, running. No destination, no point of origin. I could feel the small beads of sweat on my forehead. My tank top, clinging to my breasts, that had a tear across the top. I heard a scream off in the distance, over the soft sound of my heels hitting the pavement. Then in the silence I heard the sound of a raspy, guttural, breath and the soft swish of a cloak behind me. What does he want? What do I have that he could possibly want? Run, run Shiva, you have to run faster I thought.
I saw a shadow moved in front of me. I stopped and looked to see what it or who it was. Standing and gasping for air I tried to call. “Who’s there? What do you want?” but not much came out, so logically there was no answer. Then I realized I had stopped running and whoever was chasing me was fast approaching. Then, a hand grabbed me from behind and lifted me off the ground and threw me towards the wall. I braced my arms and neck for impact against the wall letting my elbows take the brunt of the impact instead of my head. That‘s all that I need is to have a concussion in an dark ally with a stranger, God knows what would happen. No scratch that I knew what would happen. I fell to the ground and landed on my knees but didn’t wait to pull my feet underneath me. No sooner had I gotten on my feet did the cloaked figure reach down and attempt to grab my hair. Taking every opportunity I got I made a swift kick and took his legs out from under him. He no sooner hit the ground and he was up, again. Damn it. Finally back on my feet I put one leg back and one forward preparing myself to kick out again. “Who the hell are you? What do you want?” I asked. The cloaked man flashed me a smile, carefully not showing any teeth, yet allowing some of his power to seep through. “Vampire.” I whispered. “Very good, Shiva,” he said,” how old am I?” Trying to think calmly and slowly, trying to remember what happened, then it hit me. This asshole tried to bite me, mark me, make me his. “You sack of undead crap. You blocked my memories. You tried to bite me, you asshole!” I kicked out and hit him right in the knee, busting his knee backwards. I went to upercut him in the chin, but I underestimated him and he grabbed me by the throat and held me in mid air. Which, me, only being 5’4” and him 6” it wasn’t that hard. “I’ll ask you again Shiva,” he spoke slowly, “How old am I?” I searched for that small piece of me connected to vampires and felt his age like water crushing a submarine that has gone too deep. “7, maybe 800 years old.” I choked out. He smiled again flashing fang, “Very, very good. Now to finish what I started.
I tried to kick him low but again I underestimated him. Damn I should really learn from my mistakes. Now, with no way to fight back I felt helpless, and I hate that feeling. My brain was racing as fast as it could go trying to think of away to get out of this before I became the walking dead. Just then the shadow I saw earlier came across me again, this time I knew it was real because he grabbed the vamp and tossed him across the alley. Meanwhile I fell flat on my butt. Staring up at the shadow it began to take the form of a man, blonde hair, blue eyes, and also 6” and looked like he could bench press a semi-truck. Then I realized I’d been staring at the wrong person, the lying sack of shit vampire was still near and dear. Clumsily getting to my feet I noticed Mr. Tall dark and handsome was staring at me. I turned to the cloaked vampire, “What’s your name?” Again he smiled, “Bruce.” I couldn’t help but laugh, “Bruce? You must be kidding me. If I were you I’d change my name to happy fang. Maybe then you can get that date with Bubba.”
“You unclean wretched wrench. You’re not a vampire and your not a were wolf yet you are both.” And with that he lunged and tried to strike again, but Mr. Tall dark and handsome reached down at the same speed he traveled and grabbed him by the throat. “Leave her alone.” he growled. Then through happy fang back a good thirty feet. Then happy fang disappeared. “Where did he go?” sounded like a stupid question, especially coming from me. “He clouds your mind, makes you think he vanished. You probably would have seen him in better light.”
I looked up at the wolf. “And what’s your name?” He smiled. “God damn it,” I screamed, “How come everyone is freaking smiling at everything I say?” “Tsumi. My names Tsumi.” I nodded and looked up to see a half moon. “Almost that time of the month isn’t it?” I asked. Tsumi only nodded. “I’m hungry let’s find something to eat.” I offered. Tsumi smiled and nodded again, and we started walking down the alley not saying much but with smiles on both our faces. I had a feeling this was a start to a beautiful and interesting relationship.
I'm thinking about making this into a series. What do you think? Current Mood: busy
|Thursday, January 13th, 2005|
Let's get this started...
Ok, the theme for this month is "The Significant Other."
You can write a story, post pictures, or even wite a poem about you're signficant other. The winner, judged by us (I'll explain the rules below) shall recieve a prize. So don't fuck it up.
Rules for Judging:
1. You have 5 points.
2. You may put as many of those points as a comment for the theme you like best.
3. I'll calculate points.
4. Real prizes.
The deadline for this is 1-28-05.
THAT'S TWO WEEKS PEOPLE!
Stay fucking active and promote. Current Mood: Malicious
|Wednesday, January 12th, 2005|
|Friday, October 29th, 2004|
JOKE TIME AGAIN
The other night I was invited out for a night with "The girls".
I told my husband that I would be home by midnight, "I promise". Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way to easy. Around 3a.m., a bit loaded, I headed for home. Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed 3 times. Quickly, realizing my
husband would probably wake up, I cuckooed another 9 times. I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution (even when totally smashed) , in order to escape a possible conflict with him.
The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in and I told him"Midnight". He didn't seem upset at all. Whew! Got away with that one!
Then he said, "We need a new cuckoo clock." When I asked him why, he said, "well, last night our clock cuckooed 3 times, then said, "Oh shit", cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, then tripped over the coffee table and farted.
|Saturday, October 23rd, 2004|
|Wednesday, October 20th, 2004|
These are fun! Good brain exercise!
Below are four (4) questions. You have to answer them instantly.
You can't take your time, answer all of them, immediately. Answer in your head first, THEN scroll down for answer.
You are participating in a race.
You overtake the second person.
What position are you in?
If you answered that you are first, then you are absolutely wrong!
If you overtake the second person and you take his place, you are second!
Try not to screw up in the next question.
If you overtake the last person, then you are...?
If you answered that you are second to last, then you are wrong.
Tell me, how can you overtake the LAST person? YOU are the last person.
You're not very good at this are you?
Very tricky math! Note: This must be done in your head only.
Do NOT use paper and pencil or a calculator. Try it.
Take 1000 and add 40 to it. Now add another 1000. Now add 30.
Add another 1000. Now add 20. Now add another 1000. Now add 10. What is the total?
Did you get 5000? The correct answer is actually 4100. Don't believe it? Check with your calculator!
Today is definitely not your day. Maybe you will get the last question right?
Mary's father has five daughters:
1. Nana, 2. Nene, 3. Nini, 4. Nono.
What is the name of the fifth daughter?
(a, e, i, o, u)?
Nunu? NO! Of course, not. Her name is Mary. Read the question again
FRUSTRATE THE "SMART PEOPLE" IN YOUR LIFE! Current Mood: cheerful
|Monday, October 18th, 2004|
News blah, blah...
H'okay so here are the updates, pay attention, they go by quick like fox.
1. Opening's for a MOD is now applicable. Anyone interested, e-amil me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
2. We have four member (I don't count), so we need to work on banners. Anyone awesome with Photoshop, Image Ready, etc., should help with banners. I will work on some tonight.
3. Start promoting with or with banners, we NEED members.
Um... That's all.
<3333 Current Mood: groggy
Ok, just out of couriosity do we have all five people in, and can we start voting now for people who apply? Just wondering, now joke time....
A cardiologist dies and all these doctors are at his funeral, and at the end of the sermon then cardiologist is buried in a heart forever.
In the back this doctor starts laughing and everyone turns and faces him and he says, "I'm sorry I'm a gynocologist and I was just thinking about my funeral"
Thats when the proctologist fainted.
Sorry I like that joke. But, now, anyway we need to promote to get more people and so we can vote. So we need to get that banner Rose. I love-ed you, byes. Current Mood: groggy
|Sunday, October 17th, 2004|
|Friday, October 15th, 2004|
|Thursday, October 7th, 2004|
|Tuesday, October 5th, 2004|
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