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Inaccurate Reality: Prologue
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From Journal to WriterDear Voldemort,From Journal to Writer
I'm so sorry to hear you're a 45-year-old man with an abnormal obsession with black-haired, glasses-wearing teenage boys and, especially sorry to hear that your cat, Toby the Tabby, just recently died from the stench of your breath.
However, I've always itched to tell you this, no matter that it is very cliché. It's deeply unfortunate that you fell into a pond of ugly when you were a baby and never recovered. At all, and I mean, at all.
Next on the agenda is your hair loss. You say it started when you were twenty, but my suggestion is try a wig. If you really can't grow any, at leas
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Cheater, Cheater 4Suspicion first crept over Caty when Chad parked his bright red Chrysler next to a faded blue garbage-bin of a car. One that eerily resembled the ancient Ford driven by John, even down to the Marine's bumper sticker on the car's back window. "Earth to Caty, do you read me? Or should I get closer…?" The flitting of Chad's tanned hand flicked Caty out of her trance. The reality of his presence beside her reminded her of her naivety.Cheater, Cheater 4
"Yes, I'm here, no need to be rash," She mumbled, stepping out into the sunlight of the three o'clock Saturday afternoon, her red ballet flats squeaking on the pavement as she linked ar
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1,000 WordsPictures don't speak a thousand words; they speak more than that... He'd seen her so many times before, that Annabelle Greene. Ever since ninth grade she'd been on and off his mind. Yet, in all those years up until now that they were "Super Seniors" at Riddle Creek High School, he had talked to her but one time.1,000 Words
His camera in hand, Derek Cuevas headed down the deserted, snow glistened sidewalk of Rosez Lane. While his mind was preoccupied by dark grey thoughts to match the blanketed Saturday evening sky, there was yet another person mu
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Cheater, Cheater 3It was three P.M. on a quiet, sunny Saturday afternoon, as well as the third day of Caty and John's detention. Neither was happy with the situation, by any means. Caty twisted in her seat, red-handled scissors poised above the laminated handmade decorations. "What?" She demanded, her head cocking slightly to the side giving her a puzzled demeanor. "What what?" John responded, his expression blank with boredom as he twirled his own blue scissors around his index finger. Caty gave him a knowing frown, "Don't play dumber. You were staring at me-Chad!" She screeched before she had let herself finish back-sassing John. That was aCheater, Cheater 3
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JoyJournal History
- Nov 10, 2009 Update By Force
- Oct 18, 2009 'Talking to yourself' is really 'thinking aloud'
- Oct 3, 2009 XDX XDX XDX XDX
- Sep 27, 2009 Devious Journal Entry
- Sep 26, 2009 Long time, no write
- Sep 14, 2009 Need your fortune told? ;D
- Sep 13, 2009 ....And the dark!
- Sep 8, 2009 First Day Pt. 1 is a Good Day
- Aug 29, 2009 Soda Went to mah Braaaaaaaaaaain
- Aug 26, 2009 I have WAND, Harry!
Devious Info
- Interests: Hm, anime, manga, writing and reading.
- Favourite movie: The Naruto movies, (soon to be) Conqueror of Shamballa, etc.
- Favourite band or musician: Er... Too many to name, let's go with that!
- Favourite genre of music: I'm versatile, I like rock, pop, hip-hop, the "oldies" and I listen to whatever else
- Favourite artist: Hmmm, I have quite a few, actually! All of whom are my friends.
- Favourite poet or writer: My favorite Poet: Robert Frost! & my favored author is undecided.
- Favourite photographer: Rothington!!
- Favourite style of art: Anime/Manga
- MP3 player of choice: Ipod Touch
- Favourite game: One of the Resident Evil games
- Favourite gaming platform: Wii
- Favourite cartoon character: Don't really have one as of right now
- Personal Quote: Literature is my art. <3
- Tools of the Trade: Pens, pencils, lined paper, blank paper, desk, lamp, the generic stuff.
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