

Skypeia chapter2Chapter 2: The New WroldSkypeia chapter2
(Kristine coughing lightly as she pulled herself from the water, only to find she had come up in a fountain of some sort in a place that looked nothing like any place she had seen before. She blinked and looked around, only to get hugged tightly from the side and she found Samantha there, soaking wet and crying a bit. Kristine hugged her back and stood up, pulling her up with her) Kristine: Its okay, Sammy. Where's Danny? (Samantha pointed to find Danny passed out near the fountain and Kristine rushed over to make sure her best friend was breathing.)
(Just then Wayne comes up from the fountia


Skypeia chapter 1Chapter 1: The StormSkypeia chapter 1
(It was a bad day for Michael Shadeington. He had just been informed by the government since he had lost his job his little sister, Jessica, would be takin into a foster home tommorow. His room mate and best friend Wayne Bond was sitting with him in the park trying to console him)
Wayne: hey man its gonna be ok. We'll figue something out so we can keep Jessica with you. Michael: HOW!?! YOU SAW HOW THEY REACTED TO THE LIVEING CONDISIONS! (Michael started to break down crying again)I PROMISED MY PARENTS AT THERE GRAVES I WOULD PROTECT HER! (Michael was pushing Jessica back and forth in


Charaters from a story Im doinCharacter Profiles folksCharaters from a story Im doin
Name: Kristine 'Kris' Lover
Age: 19 Height: 5'8"
Hair: Dark Brunette/ black Eyes: Copper B-day: July 21st
B-place: Hawaii, US B-type: O+
Relatives: Mother, Step father, and little sister, Samantha Race: Human
Status: Freshman in College Main Weapon(s): A Staff and/or scythe type weapons Occupation: Bakers assistant near her school Outfit: White long sleeved collared shirt, solid black pull over sleeveless vest, and a knee high school girl skirt with ruffled lace under it, black thigh high boots and her pentagram.


To Love a Vampire - Ch IChapter I The EncounterTo Love a Vampire - Ch I
Catalina Harnett patiently waited. It was a cool autumn night, and she was awaiting her fathers coach that was to pick her up at eleven. It was now nearly midnight, according to the dimly lit clock face on the nearby church tower. The clopping of horses hooves echoed off the cobblestone roads. Catalina craned her neck to gaze down the lane but could see nothing. The evening was foggy, the mysterious type of fog that not only impaired the sight, but also obscured the mind. The imagination would replay the scenes depict
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Me: I hate my life
Demon: I hate your life more
Me: Why?
Demon: Because the longer your up here, the more I suffer due to lack of work.
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"Joy multiplies when it is shared among friends, but grief diminishes with every division."
Butterflies.
Butterflies taste with their feet.
... The world is just awesome.
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Me: I hate my life
Demon: I hate your life more
Me: Why?
Demon: Because the longer your up here, the more I suffer due to lack of work.
Baw I just try to block the whole 7th book from my memory. The whole thing was a fanfiction. It sucked.
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"Joy multiplies when it is shared among friends, but grief diminishes with every division."
Butterflies.
Butterflies taste with their feet.
... The world is just awesome.
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Me: I hate my life
Demon: I hate your life more
Me: Why?
Demon: Because the longer your up here, the more I suffer due to lack of work.
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Why work so hard, nobody told you to.
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Zight D. Darkmoon is just Night with a sideways Z
icon by ~poisonthedragon for drawing it and =Malumvolo for animating it
~nightddarkmoonwolff&~nightddarkmoonwolf are imposters
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