Just for the hell of it, if anyone be needing some non school related story typed, ssend me a note. I'm hoping this will take away my writer's block.
~Shadowed


Romance is Nothing but ClichesHis eyes are the deepest colour of chocolate brown. I love to stare into them and drown in their depths. Hes caught me staring numerous times. Its okay, because I know hes staring back. I have pages devoted to writing mine and his names in hearts and on trees.Romance is Nothing but Cliches
I cut roses from our bush to slip in his locker. Only to chicken out. Then I want to know if he ever cuts me fresh flowers. Every now and then I wish Id just talk to him.
And I wonder what he wishes.
When I sit behind him, I never want to forget his hair. The slightly wavy dark brown locks, forever messy. I


Hunted by the HauntedElaina stood at the cliffs edge. To anyone who was watching or just passing by it would seem as though the young woman was about to jump, though this was not the case. Ever since her parents had died at the hands of a psychotic mass murderer, dreams had plagued the twenty-some year old constantly. The cliff was where the ghosts of her past could no longer reach her, as though the salty spray of the crashing ocean below kept the demons away.Hunted by the Haunted
Though it was the middle of the night, Elaina turned toward her house as though she could see perfectly in the darkness, shuddering as though there were dozens of eyes staring at her from the
Zombie Stamp

BrokenTattered wings and fractured bones, Bruised by words and broken by stones,Broken
Angst and torture held inside,
Nowhere left to run and hide.
Tears fall down like morning rain, She just cant stop this endless pain, Ripped apart she knows no love, And she's surrounded with people she's sick of.
Faking happiness by day, feeling hopeless by night, She wishes she had him to hold her tight, There was one person that took him away, Now nothing ever feels okay.
She misses that boy that used to be there, She remembers he used to be like her air, Her h
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Signed,
Morag-I
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I just know someone screwed up the latin when they created you.
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Signed,
Morag-I
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Yosei-san, Yosei-san~
I'm Seychelles in ~The-APH-Gang and ~Hostess-Seychelles in ~Hetalia-HostClub
Icon (c) =Kittybaka-chan
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You can't win, my friend. You can't win. So why even try? If you're lucky enough to live through today, tomorrow you will die.
Dx I miss you.
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x-hearTcorE_![[once upon a tragedy]]-x
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If you are looking for Mr. Right, try going to St. Judes Hospital. He'll be the one in the coma and body cast in room twenty-seven "B"
Class feels so wrong and dull without you in it.
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x-hearTcorE_![[once upon a tragedy]]-x
Tiff
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If you are looking for Mr. Right, try going to St. Judes Hospital. He'll be the one in the coma and body cast in room twenty-seven "B"
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