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April 15 Nothing importantSooo… nothing new here. Egg eating day is tomorrow, I have soooo much cleaning to do, and still I’m here. The point is that I found 3 spaces (!) with my art work! How cool is that? But from now on my all work will be copyrighted. You can check it, you’ll see it. Bwahahahah, I’m more evil than anyone here.
Yeah well, have a nice bunny chewing day… April 12 No titleShe, Asta Elmarta, the ugly little duckling, had just had her wisdom teeth out, and though as far as she could tell looking at her reflection in the window glass she had not become a swan, she felt a certain swell of pride to know that she couldn't be called little anymore. She was finding the whole process very interesting, even now that it was done. For a start, she'd never been drunk or even tipsy before, and that Valium was something else. But more than that, this was one of the traditional coming-of-age experiences, and she had missed most of those that weren't directly connected to her physiology. She grinned as broadly as she could with a rubber prop in her mouth. She had passed the universally recognized dental mark of maturity. All she had to do now was sit her exams and get laid.
Well then… this is the start of my story. Didn’t I mention? I am writing one! Unfortunately it’s all in Lithuanian and I hate translating. This time big thanks goes to my cousin. She said there were five mistakes in this one. I’m getting better… Anyways, let me know about your existence.
:* April 10 TadaaahBehold! The great gallery of sketches is here!
Overly dramatic, don’t you think? But the point stays – my sketches are here. There are 17 of them, most of them are unfinished (I’m such a lazy ass that I can’t even finish them) or simply left as they were. They are not the best, because unfortunately I could scan just A4 format. Most of my works are on A3. No oil paintings as I don’t really like them.
So…
TAAADAAAH!
Go see them and let me know what you think. April 06 Murderous beautyHis father - an old bugger that he was - was directly responsible for his inner core of strength. He was hard because his father had forced him to be - with every sharp word, with every glance, with every criticism - and had learned that in order to survive, he had to be strong. He didn't recall his father ever speaking to anyone in a gentle tone; unlike She, whose voice was almost always gentle. And even when it wasn’t, it was still full of caring. She was currently sitting a few tables away, giggling softly at something one of her friends had said. He felt his lips quirk in automatic response before he forced his face back to neutrality"
She didn't seem to mind his silences that made everyone else uncomfortable and nervous. Instead, she filled them up with her words and her glances, shining her light in the empty spaces of his soul. She made part of him long for things he'd silenced long ago, and he hated that part of himself. If he got used to it, got used to her, what would happen to him when she left him empty and aching again? She had the ability to hurt him more than anyone else in his life, because she was someone he could care about, because she was someone he would miss. In fact, he already did care about her, as a friend. That was all that he could allow – a friend. And that made him wonder what would happen if he let her in completely. Would she see what he saw when he looked in the mirror? Would she see his emptiness?? Would she see the guilt that plagued him for all he’ve done? Or would she see a man who needed her? Would she see his heart beating tentatively with life, and know it’s worth?
Sometimes, he thought her small kindnesses alone would undo him - that all his shields and defenses would come undone and crumble into dust at her feet. Gods know that some already had. Each touch, each smile, each kind word; all destroyed another piece of the walls he had built up. He realized, of course, that she could be his downfall. Probably would be his downfall, if he was being honest with himself. Where brute strength had never broken him, her soft voice would. And while he hesitated to let her in, he was even more hesitant not to.
Beauty killed the beast.
Not to worry. Something survived…
Guys, be sweethearts and correct my grammar, okay? I don't mind random comments too. Big thanks’ies Aury December 19 The Great killer of sane itelectuality - PotterI’m a fast reader. Oh yes, that I am. I can read 3 books a day and want more, but my flaming passion is for writing. I always write or scribble something, I always have a pen and paper, I always think about writing a book, starting it and not finishing. My orientation is mystical things, unexplainable and weird happenings or horror stories. But all this is not the case… I want to talk about my friend. He was hooked up by a… fan fictional story, or rather stories. He’s a brilliant guy with the impossible mind and an insane Potter’maniac, and so it flows that this story’s main characters were A man in his late thirties and a girl of the age between 16 and 18 (Magic, just pure magic... You can alter your age…), casually called The Great Snarky-Greasy Git of Dungeons and The Insufferable-know-it all. Charming, isn’t it. You may have guessed that I was asked to read this fiction(‘You read this story or else…!!!’). So, as if I had another choice (or was simply bored), I did as told. I had some knowledge about the Potter series so it wasn’t so hard to understand the action. Just know the main facts. And… I liked the story. Amazingly enough I didn’t get bored or repulsed. It was not professional, but in the end I had to admit that the writer had a talent. The next day I told this to my friend and he was so happy that he gave me another three stories. A lethal mistake… Those three were a …disaster! But this all is not the point. The point is that some of us neglect reading and some of us love it so much that can’t live without it, like me. But there are those who fall in love with one story and are not able to see other ones. In a while it becomes a physical drug. The only thing I can do about my friend is pity him as he already stopped reading those fake and unimportant fictions and started writing them The only way out is grow out of Potter.
If you read 5 words per 60 sec. you might finish reading it overnight :P Just in case you want... http://www.fanfiction.net/s/743832/1/ Just 23 chapters (87581 words)
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