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Schaz: Oh lol, no, that message is wayy old, i haven't changed it in a long time, it was pretty fun ^^ but the cosplay was packed, so i didn't see much of that :P great costumes though xD Kana: You're going to Japan again? When?? P.S: I've got a series of stories idea going on, and i'm starting to brainstorm but i dont think i can start writing it until i've finished with my arc, which should be done soon now yay! :P I wont reveal too much here, i should just post an example up when i'm done- anyways, hope it's successful and that you will all enjoy ;)   |
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@mokona:oh *embarrassed* I see... those expo is real fun isn't it? I'm hoping one to be held in here XD and, I'll be waiting for your story^^  |
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;P I don't know when i'll be able to get a chance to write my stories, but nevermind, plenty of days ahead of us ^^ Yup, expos are pretty fun- i think you should definitely take the opportunity to go to one ^^ |
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Monday l Chapter One I hate Mondays, I really do. There is nothing worse than having to wake up early after a particularly short weekend. Although, I never knew that a Monday could be any worse than it already is. I mean it's terrible just because it exists. Today I learned that most Mondays really aren't that terrible. You see today I was rudely shaken out of a lovely dream by my stubborn alarm clock. I ignored it for five whole minutes damn it! Shouldn't it have just shut off and let me oversleep? No,of course it not, lest it be at fault for my tardy slip. So I finally pushed myself out from under my nice warm cocoon of comforters. It was cold in my room. My dad had insisted upon turning the heat down to sixty degrees, and unfortunately, the had yet to kick back on. I bolted to the bathroom ,which is the warmest room on this side of the house, and proceed to begin my mourning routine. Step 1: Throw alarm against wall. Step 2: Get up to retrieve it. Step 3: Retreat to bathroom to thaw out. Step 4: Shower, Brush Teeth, Get Dressed ext. Step 5: Eat something. Step 6: Take a pill for the presistant headache that could only be the fault of my insomnia. Step 7: Grab water bottle from fridge. Step 8: Take boots back from Greyhound Step 9: Turn off little brother's Radio Step 10: Catch the Bus. It is a routine,I like to brag, that is so programed into my memory I could maneuver though it with my eyes closed, and that I did. Well I had my eyes closed until halfway though step 4. I did generally have to open my eyes to make sure my shirt matched my jacket. Although on most mornings this would only have been for a second's glance into the mirror. On this particularly Monday ,however, my quick once over turned into a double take. A large black tattoo of a rose was etched into the palm of my hand. I gasped and stumbled back a little. "When did that get there?" I asked the mirror, but of course the reflective glass didn't answer me. I squinted at it though my glasses trying to decide if my eyes were playing a trick on me. My heart was beating fast. A single thought running though my head. "Shit, my mom is going to kill me!!" The previous night was a bit of a fog in my head. It took me a minute to figure out why and then it hit me. I had hosted my sweet sixteen party last night. No wonder I was so tired and foggy! No, I wasn't drunk or hung over, but the thought did cross my mind. Could my friends have slipped some vodka into the punch before hauling me off to a tattoo parlor? No. They wouldn't do something like that. They all know that I can't hold my liquor. Especially after I got drunk from a very small glass of Campaign last new years. I reasoned that it was probably just a temporary tattoo. I walked into my bathroom and began to scrub at the little design. When it stubbornly insisted upon sticking to my skin I scrubbed harder, and harder, and harder. Until my skin became so raw it started to bleed a little. Cursing myself I ran back into my room and grabbed my black fingerless gloves. The shirt I was wearing didn't exactly look right with them, but it would have to do. I was already running behind schedule. I grabbed my boots and back pack and ran out to the bus stop. I had neglected the rest of my routine and barely had time to pull my leather jacket on before the bus rolled up to our stop. I settled down next to my best friend and pulled off my glove. I wanted to show her the tattoo and confirm that I wasn't going insane. "When did I put this temporary tattoo on my palm?" I asked her. "You didn't put it there last night." she replied. "Thats crazy because I don't remember it being there yesterday." "It wasn't, you must have put it on when you got home last night." "No, well I can't say either way because last night is a total fog." "But you were fine last night. Are you feeling ok?" "Yeah I feel fine, aside from my usual headache." "Well don't stress about it. Just try washing it off when you get home." "But I did cant you tell, the skin is bleeding." I shoved my hand in my friend's face and shook it so she could see the little blood stains that had been there when I put the glove on. "Are you sure you are alright Jerrica? Your hand is not bleeding." "Yes it..." I trailed off when I looked at my palm to find that it was compleetly blood free. "I must have heeled!" I shouted. A few heads turned to look at me with strange expressions. I frowned and returned my glove. "You heeled?" My friend asked skeptically, "That is about the most insane thing I have ever heard you say, and you are pretty insane. I just shook my head "Yeah, whatever, but I know what I saw." The discussion ended and the two of us sat in an awkward silence the rest of the way to school. I got off the bus expecting the day to be a normal day. Slowly the memories of the previous night would return to me and I would figure out why I had the rose tattoo on my palm. Until then I would just have to go to class and act like nothing happened. First block was my Graphic Arts class. I had finished the assignment over the weekend and ended up with a free class period. I didn't have anything to do, so I stuck my headphones in my ears and stared at my laptop. Trying my best to help my memory along. There were small bits and pieces, but none of them were full images. I could see myself in the long black gown I had been wearing. I could see the masked faces of all my friends and family. I could vividly picture the beautiful victorian ballroom that my party had been hosted in, with the lavishly gothic decorations. I could also remember sneaking off to the upper floors of the mansion we had rented. I continued to stare at the empty computer screen. My head had started to clear and the images were coming back in flashes now. My friends and I had just finished a dance and I had decided I wanted to explore the mansion some more. We had slipped up the grand staircase the opened into the ballroom and acted like we were headed to the bathrooms. We passed the luxurious restrooms and turned the corner to go up another set of elegant stairs. From there I remember exploring all the rooms, but I only pictured a few. A grand bedroom fit for a queen, and a bathroom with a bathtub the size of a swimming pool. There was one other room that I had a vague memory of, but it was dark. My mind needed some more time to clear up. The rest of my school day went by with little time to dwell on the previous night. I struggled my way though Math and Civics only to find myself rejoicing when I finally ended up in German. It was an easy class, but I didn't get a chance to really think about anything other than the language. The bus drive home proved to be similar. I sat by myself and stared out the window trying my best to reflect. But I noticed things that I had never noticed before, and the little details always distracted me. "Hey Lora?" I asked poking her in the back of the head. "Yes Jerri?" "Did you see that house before?" "What house?" "The one with the white coloumns and black shutters?" "There isn't a house with white columns and black shutters. Jerri, are you sure you're feeling ok?" "Yes, but you can't miss it. It's a big old plantation home across the street. Look!" I pointed across the street at the big white house. "There isn't a house there. It's just a big open field." Lora had turned around in her seat. "Jerri, you've been seeing things. First you think your hand is bleeding and now this." "I am not seeing things!" I argued, but I decided to concede. Lora always loved to try and prove me wrong. She probably wasn't even looking at it. "You know what, never mind." I sat back in my seat and closed my eyes tight. "There isn't a house there you know that right Jerri. You're just pulling her leg right?" A male voice piped up behind me. I sighed, "Yeah, sure." I turned my music up and leaned forward to rest my head on my backpack. It was a little nerve wracking to see something your friends couldn't. Especially when it is the size of a mansion. Home could not have been more welcoming. I did my homework as quickly as I could then flopped down on my bed. It seemed like the instant my head hit the pillow I was out cold, praying my mom had the heart to let me sleep though the night. However, instead of finding myself in bedroom under warm covers, I woke up in a dark, drafty, musty room. The ceilings where high and the walls were covered a gold patterned wallpaper that was peeling off. The peeling wallpaper exposed the original boards which were covered in a blackish mold. The only light in the room was coming from a window on the far side. The moon was full and a handful of eerie branches could be seen in the distance. The whole room smelled of cat pee and dust. The floor looked like it had once been covered with a fine patterned rug. But the textile had since been worn away. I was standing in a dark corner when I came to my senses. I didn't like the way it felt in the room and immediately began to head for the door. My feet had trouble moving but I was determined to get out of this room and find out where I was. My fingers brushed the door knob a few seconds later and I tried desperately to open the door, but it was locked. I put two hand on the handle bracing a foot against the rotting wall I heaved with all my strength. The door flew open and I was thrown back skidding to a halt on my butt. I jumped to my feet as fast as I could to avoid the damp floor boards. I tried to lift my foot again but found that it was tightly bound to it's spot by a sharp rope. I screamed. Slowly, hesatantly I looked down at my feet. My heart was racing. I found that my feet were bound by a thorny rose bush that was now winding it's way up my legs. Holding me to the spot. A girl wearing a long black dress walked into the door. A group of teens were behind her peering though the door frame at the room. "Jerrica I don't like this room." One of them said, it was the voice of her best friend Lora. I gasped and lifted my hand to my mouth to my hand to muffle the cry that erupted from it. I realized that it was me in the gown. I was looking at myself. I tried to walk forward again but the rose bush tightened and I was forced to relax my muscles. I reached down and tired to loosen the plant's grip on me, but it just wound it's way up my hands to my shoulders. I started to scream. "Lora, Lora! Can you hear me? Help I'm trapped in here!" I watched in horror as the other me ventured further into the room. Could I hear myself? "Jerri, It's me, I'm you! Please help me!" I shouted, my voice cracking in fear. I didn't respond to myself. "Come on Jerri, lets go back to the ball room." Another one of my friends said. "Alright, Alright." I heard myself reply. I had turned around and started to cross back to my friends when I tripped over my high heel. The instant I hit the floor the rose bush that was now binding me rushed around my arms and legs. They pulled me to my feet and pushed me out the door. It was almost gentle. The plants that were now cutting into my skin. Had carefully plucked me off the floor just the night before. I watched the door close behind myself. Now my head was reeling. My senses were thrown off by the musk in the room. The air was thick and my lungs were not taking kindly to it. I struggled with the plant again but only found myself more immobilized. "Don't struggle against them Jerrica. They are not trying to hurt you. In fact they are strictly forbidden to cause you harm." The voice had come from no where. "If that is so, then please let me go. I don't know why I'm here." I sobbed, tears were rolling down my cheek in fear. "I thought that showing you this would help you remember." The voice was female, but not human. There was a mystical, almost haunting edge to her voice. "I don't get it. Remember what?" "Oh, never mind." The voice sighed, "Don't bother trying to remember." "Good Bye Jerrica. We'll meet again, I promise." I shut my eyes tight as the floor opened up beneath me and swallowed me whole. I flinched when my head hit something soft. My eyes flew open and I sat up straight. I was back in my bedroom and the little clock on my dresser alerted me that it was close to four in the morning. I laid back down and sighed. I was crying and sweating, and shaking all at the same time. "That was some nightmare." I whispered to my dark, empty room. I reached over and turned on the over head light. Looking at the tattoo on my palm. My heart stopped, the tattoo had spread and now a intricate design resembling rose thorns wrapped up my arm. I sat very still and stared at my arm. My breath was shallow and shaking. My eyes were wide. The vines tattoo that had spread up to my elbow had started to recede. I shook my head. "I'm going insane." I said firmly to myself. I reached over turned off the light rubbed my eyes then turned the light back on. The vines had retreated to my palm and were now shrinking back into the rose. "Something very wrong has happened here." I mumbled. I flopped back down, my heart still racing. I tried to calm myself down, but all I could think about was the dream and the white house on the bus ride. That was by far, the worst Monday I hope to ever encounter in my life time. I know that was really long, but I just sat here and typed it out. It is probably a little rough around the edges, but it's an idea I had for a novel. Tell me what you think!!  |
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@rinnie: I Like it. Its cool that you bring in a bit of paranoia and to bring out ones self. I hope to see more of this. So guys i was bored...and sick today......so i made this for the readers who dont wanna sign up but read the stories posted here.  ~Doomlight Updated Front Page. Adding the old siggies for members and the ones for readers 
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@Rinnie: a very good story, I'd like to read more! |
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okay here's a story i've been working on lately. i was at a bit of a writer's block with what to do with "Blank", so i watched a little (okay more like alot) of the anime "Umineko no Naku Koro ni". I got an idea for a story from it so here it is... ~The Silent One~ Background: The Setting is in an alternate Earth, in the year of 1996. Progress is coming in leaps and bounds in the field of electronics as computers have just started to become popular; and the people of this world are starting to see progress in the medical field as well. However, something has disturbed the path of these humans. On March 2nd, 1996, a total of 74,366 people died from a mysterious and unknown cause. No one, not even the best detective and forensic scientist, know if this was caused by an illness, poisoning, or even a mass murder; because there is nothing wrong with these people who have died. As of June 30th, 1996, an estimated 65,000 have died, still from these unknown causes. But some believe the solution to this problem is very near… ~Chapter 1~ “Wah-hoi! It’s great to be back!†my little sister, Carina, shouted. She was excited. And hey, I can’t blame her. We were returning to our huge family estate for the summertime. This marks the start of our summer vacation. “Yes, it is great to see you again, Miss Carina.†Matilda said as she entered the welcoming hall, “And it is great to see your family again as well. You are the second of the families to arrive. The Solzhenitsyn family is already here, and now is yours, so we are only waiting for the Lubomier family.†Matilda was one of the maids that worked here. There was another maid, Katrina, and then two butlers, Neptune and Quinn, as well as Dr. Jacques Ravel. Katrina and Quinn only work at the estate during the summer time; whereas Neptune, Matilda and Dr. Ravel work year round to upkeep the house and to serve my grandfather, who owns the estate. “Awww… So you mean that my favorite cousin Lidia Lubomier hasn’t come yet?†I asked Matilda. “I was hoping to see her as soon as possible… Well I don’t mind I can see her later. Which room am I staying in this time?†“You will be staying in the Lavender Room this time, Miss Natalie, and Miss Lidia will be in the Rose Room. Miss Carina is in the Halloween Room, and your parents, Mr. and Mrs. Pradier, will be in the Modern Room. I can show you to your rooms now if you would like.†“Yes, at least I would at the moment. How about you, Mom? Dad?†“Why not? Let’s all go to our rooms. We can all unpack our bags before the Lubomier’s come.†My Dad replied. Matilda took my sister’s bags, and my parents and I decided to carry our own. It would be about a two minute walk to our rooms, since the family estate is so large. There are five floors, three staircases, 16 bedrooms (three more if you include the servants quarters), seven and a half bathrooms, three studies, two salons, one game room, one gourmet kitchen, one large dining room, one trophy room, one library, and one lookout on the fifth floor. The bedrooms are not numbered, but instead are given names which reflect the theme of the room. For example, the room I am staying in, the Lavender Room, is themed with purple decorations, and the room my sister is staying in, the Halloween Room, is filled with Halloween decorations. The other rooms are the Rose Room, the Modern Room, the Rouge Room, the Irish Room, the Valentine Room, the Navy Room, the Noel Room, the Screen Room, the Glass Room, the Sunny Room, the Cookie Room, the World Room, the Tropical Room, and the Last Room. On the way to our rooms, we stopped in the Irish Room, a green, orange and white themed room, where my Aunt Elizabeth Solzhenitsyn and Uncle Pavel Solzhenitsyn were in. My Aunt Elizabeth is French like my Dad, but she married into a Russian family. Next door to their room was Ivan Solzhenitsyn’s room, the Navy Room. The Navy Room was blue and white, with hints of brown as well, and it was covered with Navy memorabilia’s. Ivan is my 21 year old cousin, and even though he is three years older than me, he acts much, much younger. Matilda led us down a few more hallways, past two bathrooms, the library and the trophy room, until we finally reached the North end of the house. “Here is your room key, Carina. Make sure you don’t lose it!†Matilda warned her. “Don’t worry, I won’t!†Carina shouted gleefully as she skipped into her room. Matilda put her bags on her bed, and shut the door behind her. “I knew beforehand that she might lose the key, so I made two more copies.†Matilda said, “And if she loses those we can always leave the room unlocked, or just open it with one of the master keys.†She walked past another doorway. “This is Lidia’s room.†She pointed out, “And here is your room, Miss Natalie.†Matilda then presented the room key to me. I took it, and unlocked the door. I went in, put my bags down, muttered a quick “Thank you†to Matilda, and then shut my door. The room was even more amazing than I had remembered. It had two windows that faced the woods, two large dressers, a closet, a chair and a desk, and a four poster bed with purple and white bed sheets. The walls were light purple, and there was a rectangular dark purple rug on the floor. I let out a little squeal and plopped onto my bed, but before I knew it I was fast asleep, exhausted by the excitement of finally being at the estate, where my only goal is to have fun. i plan on having more of this one, however it will be more of a chapter by chapter sort of deal. any comments or suggestions are appreciated! ^^ oh and by the way i'm going to start using the writer's club sig if that is okay with everyone here...(not the one for readers but the one for actual member because even if i am a bit slow when coming up with ideas, i post my stories here as well. ^^) and one more thing while i think of it... could it be okay to post stories from school projects here? i have a few that i wrote and would love to share, but i just want to make sure before i start posting them (if there's anything on the first post about this then let me read it again)...  |
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Rinnie: I hate Mondays too loool- This is defo one of the best stories I've read anywhere, it was smooth, well-written and had a kick of action to it, with the awful truth of Mondays -_-' lol, anyways- it was really great, thanks for taking your time to type that out, i know what a pain it is and how long it can take to get down stories (maybe that's just me...)- just one note- i think you meant she "healed" as in recovered? Is that right? Not "heeled" I mean- but other than that i think the story is word-pretty-perfect. And funny little @_@ there ha ha, in the middle, or am I seeing things? Doomlight: I really hope you get better! I've been sick for a while now too, but at least you did something productive with the time ^^ the siggy looks awshum! EDIT: woahh your one just popped up! ^^ Toyumi: two words: Cookie Room! No, I mean- that was good, really looking forward to a continuation- btw, great names for your characters! (I like Neptune and Quinn) ^^ I always have trouble thinking of them- anyways, i think i read a similar story-- hold on *looks through drawers* ah ha! "Perfect Dark Initial Vector" I think its starts off similarly with some unknown disease that kills loads of people with only one person with an immune body or something... But, good job! |
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@Mokona- yeah i just posted mine (and i made a few gramatical changes in it as well ^^). and i will look up the story "Perfect Dark Initial Vector" now as well... and to get characters names i look on baby websites. i know, i know, it sounds so wrong already -.-; but it does work! they usually have loads of names on them, so i just look through the list and... there! the perfect name! ^^ |
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Lolol great tip! From what I can make out on the mangled cover, it's by Greg Rucka ^^ |
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@Toyumi:I wanna read more, can't judge yet, but the idea is great... and yeah, like mokona said, good names... and do you like purple? seems you use it a lot there... @mokona: what? seeing things??? lol, no, she puts it there... and it matched the story, since the character seeing things... LOL |
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Schaz: *Dies at siggy--- again!* Can't stop staring ^^' Hehh? She puts what there? Who's the she? Who's seeing things?? |
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@ Toyumi - This story seems really interesting so far!! I can't wait to read more!!! I also use baby names to find my character's names. I'll also search for names specific to the region I'm writing about... @ Schaz - Yeah I just put it there as a page break, and I thought it matched the character's feelings XD Well guys I'm hoping to update my story sometime this week!!! I have another week and a half break from school! |
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hello here! ... kinda quiet since every has school/work now, eh? ^^; well, i'm just dropping by to say that the next installment of the silent one will be coming out this weekend... or sometime next week. ^^; right now i'm planning out where the story's gonna go, and detailing the characters as well, etc. etc. @ Shaz: well, Natalie is staying in the lavender room. lavender = purple in my mind, so all the decorations and furniture are purple/match purple. ^^; @ Rinnie: yeah, later on when more characters are introduced, you will notice that all the characters names are european in some way, since the estate is in the (former Soviet) Ukraine. and it is in 1996, after the cold war, so the soviet-ness (is that even a word???) is still fresh in everyone's minds... but most of the family is French (the grandfather just decided to put the estate in Ukraine)... don't worry this will all make sense later! ^^;;; @ Mokona: i looked up the book, and i'm gonna see where i can get it. ^^ |
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@Tilly-I haven't booked a ticket to go to Japan, but I'm planning to go at the beginning of February. And I've started on my story. You've saved it on Word last night. @Schaz-Hehe, yeah. But I haven't booked my ticket yet. |
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A quick post from school with me actually adding a story lol. This is from my new story yet its a continuation from my old story. the beginning. The blackhawk's came down onto the landing zone. Injuried marines piled into the blackhawk's cabin. One of the crewchiefs assisted in helping since there was little time to get them all in. As the last marine got inside the blackhawk, the crewchief closed the doors behind them allowing the wounded marines protection from small arms fire. The approaching enemies started firing at the blackhawk while it was attempting to lift off but the crewchief's fired their miniguns at them attempting to cover the take off. The pilot fired flares all around to distract the enemies while attempting to leave the area. "Everybody alright" yelled Michael, "Yeah" replied Marline, "I think so, but were overloaded right now" worried Kori, "Don't Worry about it, we'll make it back", assured Michael, "True, But what if we run into them?" asked Kori, "Well we'll just have to deal with--" A large beeping noise went off through out the blackhawk. The crewchiefs started looking at the sides while Michael and Kori fired the flares. "where is it coming from" yelled Michael, "On our Six, Enemy chopper" yelled Marlene, "Hang On!" Michael push the control stick away from him making them plummet towards the earth. The marines hanged onto anything they can while the crewchiefs prepared to fire. Michael pulled the stick towards him sharply pulling the blackhawk up. The enemy chopper flew to the side of the chopper and turned its turret towards the Blackhawk's cabin. The minigun on the blackhawk fired hitting the helicopter. Then the side doors opened to see 5 marines aimming down the sights towards the helicopter, two of them sporting M203 grenade launchers With a simple command they fired. The bullets left the chamber of their guns heading towards the helicopter's armor and hit the engine making them retreat. as they lowered their guns, a huge beeping noise went off making everybody look around. "Close the Door" yelled Kori, "Trying but it's jammed" replied Marlene, "Hang on, I'll Help" yelled Sammantha. Sammantha abandoned the gun and went to close the door. As they attempted to close the door, in front of them was a whole blockade of people flying on brooms or just floating. "You think there friendly?" asked Kori, "They haven't fired at us yet so we can only hope so", replied Michael worried. Just as the door was closed, the Blackhawk took a direct hit from a magic shell againest the back rotor. "What The Hell" yelled a marine, "Hang on, We're going down" yelled Kori, "This is Super 6-4 we are hit I say again we are hit, were losing all control" radioed Michael, Michael and Kori attempted to regain control but the attempt failed as they started to spin out of control going down towards the Earth. "Mayday, Mayday, Mayday This is Super 6-4 We are going down, Super 6-4 Is Going Down at Grid Papa Bravo---" radioed Michael but was cut off. "BRACE BRACE BRACE" yelled Kori, Michael fired the remaining flares before hitting the ground with force. As they hit the ground, Michael was flung out of the pilot seats into a grassy area. As Michael struggled to stand up, someone landed right beside him with a sword out. Michael turned towards the person to notice it was a lady. Her sword went up into a stabbing motion. ----------End of this part---------------- Hope you guys like this little bit :D ~Doomlight
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May I join? But there's no short stories from me for now, a bit busy, but I'll write for fun nest time :D Please and thank you. |
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lol sure xD. Added Icarael (sorry i didnt see you when i was looking thru) and Rai. :D Oh I missed a lot of stories so i added everything now. If i missed a story on the main page please inform me and ill put it in. ~Doomlight
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Ahh Doomlight! I remember your story from the first page! ^^ It's been a long time since, but way to go! Good job on the continuation.. that's not a continuation?? |
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@ Doomlight- Yay thanks for putting my story up there on the first post!!! (i was kind waiting for that ^^) but if you can put 'Blank' there instead of 'A Story' then that would be great... and also you didn't add the first chapter of 'The Silent One' to the first post also... (sorry to trouble you with my rambling ^^;;;) and good job on the story as well! ^^ there's much suspense in it, and after reading it i really want to see what's going to happen next! ^^ |