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The Nomad 1"I don't understand, what's happening?" asked Marrie. "They've gone insane," replied The Nomad. Before and below them the "perfect race" writhed in agony, all things clear but vuage to them now that the perceptive inhibiters had been nulled. "Now what?" "Fuck this, let's go someplace else." Marrie inhaled the last of her tobacco and flicked the orange glowing butt into the gutter. As the entire planet collapsed in the madness of it's civilization The Nomad and Marrie walked back to the ship. Once inside The Nomad asked, "Where to?" "How 'bout Spring Break, 1996." The Nomad laughed, "We have tempThe Nomad 1
by ~InsmouthFishPerson
Nyf 2*Writer's Note* Everything after the first one was crap. You know it, I know it, everybody who read them knows it. Such is life. I scrapped everything after 1 and I'm gonna try again. Not very hard, you understand, I prefer DnO and Ddi and that thing about the knight better.Nyf 2
Chapter 2, That which cannot be Escaped Nyf waits for dawn on a high hill overlooking his father's mansion. The wind blows leaves from the oak grove below around his legs. They ark and dip and swirl around him, occasionally getting caught for short moments before being ferried off to rot someplace else. The sun
by ~InsmouthFishPerson
Boot Camp I was fourth in line, in my new camo Army duds with the other knobheads standing in a row in a football field ringed by woods and a very long obstical course next to a guy who looked like G.I. Joe. I'd been staring straight ahead, expressionless just like everyone else (except for one guy on the end who'd started weeping openly) and ignoring the Drill Instructor's voice very, very deliberatly. Suddenly I noticed something and blurted out, "Hey! They really do sound like Major Payne!" Next thing I knew I was on my back grinning like a fool and my nose hurt like hell. "Alright," I said, tasting noseblood runBoot Camp
by ~InsmouthFishPerson
Nadine, Dying"Why hello there, who are you?" "Mama, who you talking to?" "That young man in the corner, he a friend of yours?" "Shush Nadine, they cain't see me." "Oh." "Mama, what're you talkin' about?" "Oh, nothing dear, I thought I saw somebody." ... "Sorry about that. You have a very big family, Nadine." "Yessir, five kids, an' so far ten grandbabies." "You look a little nervous." "I'mma nintey-eight year old, dying, black woman who isn't senile and there's a white man in a suit in my room nobody else can see. Wouldn't make sinse for me not to be scared." "I guess that's true. MyNadine, Dying
by ~InsmouthFishPerson
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- Current Residence: Rossville
- Interests: Nerd stuff.
- Favourite movie: Can't decide.
- Favourite band or musician: J. Cash.
- Favourite genre of music: Whatever's quality.
- Operating System: Vista (NOOOOOOOO)
- Shell of choice: Blastoise
- Skin of choice: My own.
- Favourite game: Shadow of the Colosus
- Favourite gaming platform: 360
- Favourite cartoon character: Deadpool
- Personal Quote: No, you cannot have the bacon!
- Tools of the Trade: MS Office
- Website: http://www.myspace.com/valthon
- Email: caleb@rock.com
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Humorous real world newspaper headlines:
- CYCLONE HITS CEMETERY - HUNDREDS DEAD
- CHILDREN MAKE NUTRITIOUS SNACKS
- IS THERE A RING OF DEBRIS AROUND URANUS?
- PATIENT AT DEATH'S DOOR - DOCTORS PULL HIM THROUGH
+ more to come!
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Humorous real world newspaper headlines:
- CYCLONE HITS CEMETERY - HUNDREDS DEAD
- CHILDREN MAKE NUTRITIOUS SNACKS
- IS THERE A RING OF DEBRIS AROUND URANUS?
- PATIENT AT DEATH'S DOOR - DOCTORS PULL HIM THROUGH
+ more to come!
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"Without anxiety and illness I should have been like a ship without a rudder."
Edvard Munch
"There is neither good nor ill but thinking makes it so" Shakespear
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"Without anxiety and illness I should have been like a ship without a rudder."
Edvard Munch
"There is neither good nor ill but thinking makes it so" Shakespear
I held a sparkler for you!
And I whistled!
And I snapped!
And it was a Sparkler for the Caleb!
And I said so.
And that made it awesome.
The end.
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I think I'll wear my heart on my sleeve cause I'm tired of not being able to breathe.
To be like SARS, that is.
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I think I'll wear my heart on my sleeve cause I'm tired of not being able to breathe.
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