Dr. Guy, Dynamaso... thank you.
Ennarath
Well, thanks all of you. I kept posting this to "writing" I don't know why it ended up computing. have a good day all. ESPECIALLY SYDNEY SIDERS!
Dear Skinhit, apparently my serial was accidentally posted to computing. it couldn't have been that bad because you read it. maybe you be called "Get a Life: Part Shut Up if you have nothing intelligent to say." --Sincerely, ennarath
The two boys looked equally depressed and then Balliol said. "We could hop the bus and go to the mall. Shopping always makes you feel better." "Shopping always makes you feel better." Balliol stuck his bottom lip out and shrugged. There was some truth to this. "I think," Balliol said, "if we used my credit card to buy anything and everything that looked nice it would make you feel better." Sully palmed Balliol’s head in a fake smack and said, "You think spending money m
Thank you!
She goes down the stairs and into the kitchen. Her kitchen. Here, she rules and no one stands in her way. That's a great line... among many
They'll be more coming tonight! Tune in!
Chris’s eyebrows flew up. “That’s rough.” Mason shrugged. Chris looked around the room. “Well, not J.D. He’s a good guy—” “Hate,” Mason repeated, “all of these people.” Addison Cromptley, slouched in his seat beside Seth McKenna, stirred when Jack Butterfield passed him the note. Seth looked to Addison and Addison,
Thanks.... I try to feel as angst ridden as possible when writing.
Sanjaya's still there! The universe has lost all reason.
But it wasn’t right to say things like that Joel reminded himself, crossed himself. Seth was just waking up and the first signs of daylight were in the sky. Every night Seth filled the coffee pot with water and coffee so that in the morning all Joel had to do was hit the red button and the coffee was on. His son, his cranky, crabby son who looked like a pothead
Thank you for reading. Really, without reading the writing's only half done.
God yes! Maybe no amount of summer can make up for the autumn, but, damn, what a summer!
One of the boys looked at him earnestly. He looked at Becky. Then he looked at one of his friends. They looked at each other and, just like that, the boy took out a gun aimed it at Addison and said: “Yeah, you can give me all your FUCKING money.” There was no insult. There was no smile, just a deadly earnest that told Addison he’d better bend down
Yay! Here it comes.
Is there a headline for that man out west who claims to be the Second Coming of Christ?
Ha Ha... Catholic school...
“Yeah,” said Sullivan. “Yeah.” “Unless you go blind,” Balliol murmured, and then said, “Up! Here comes the bus.” “Bye,” said Chris again. “Later,” Balliol said as the large bus sighed to a halt. “Bye,” said Sullivan, and climbed on the bus behind Balliol. Balliol was putting his fare in the machine, and the bus was lurching off down
to put this one the page is awesome and, in a way, the best therapy in the world. i really like this.
dynamaso: thank you. there is more to come. Dr.Donald: It took you back? It took me back too!
“You don’t,” Addison said. “But I’d still sort of like to know... I mean, we know how Tommy feels.” “Well, I sort of feel the same way,” Mason said. “All right, I do feel the same way.” Tommy smiled, heartened by this. “Besides, it just weirds me out, Add. You having sex. I’ve never known someone who’s not a virgin.” “Mase?” “Hum?” “I’m
Dynamaso. Yes, I did catch your invitation, and thank you. And thank you for reading. Dr. Guy, thank you.
Oh, this was fun!
i really do like this
I too am tired of people who think that being a Christian means hiding your dirty deeds and feeling bad about them. Personally I wake up in the morning remembering who I am and that all I have is my integrity.