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[brian emo]

The Venom -- Paciénta

Hissy, hissy, little snakey. Be good to Venom, now...

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The Venom Strikes Again- Local Authorities are Baffled
Three years ago today, crimes cropped up across the county. They were all linked- a murder, the body found in the streets, always near a wall. This wall was then vandalized with the murderer's signature; "The Venom."
Police are on the case of the latest murder- that of Emmelina Cortés, a widowed single mother of one. The child, says chief of police Mario Fortello, is nowhere to be found and hasn't been seen for three days. "I fear this 'Venom' may have wanted to finish off the child so he could be rid of the whole family."
The identity and location of The Venom have yet to be discovered, but we all hope he's caught soon.

I spit.
I throw the damned newspaper to the rain-battered road.
He.
They don't know anything about me.
If they hope to catch him, they never will, no, no, they won't, the Venom will never be caught if they think she's a he.
I lick my teeth, satisfied.
I'll never be captured.
It wouldn't be rightly so, anyway.
These people all deserved it.
Yes, they should have understood.
Snakes are our friends, not to be shot at.
They were bad, bad people.
They should have never been bad people.

My mama was killed.
I don't know who did it.
But I intend to find out.
I told her not to kill the snake, I told her, but she wouldn't listen.
Every time she shot at it I wailed
and the snake would become smarter.
But she wouldn't listen,
and look where that's gotten her.
The snake had peculiar markings.
It was brown with lighter spots, as is normal, but it had one on it head in the shape of a butterfly.
It also had an innocent baby, just hatched.
I intent to find this murderer.
But what shall I do then?
Killing would be a disgrace to the memory of my murdered mama.
But an honor to the memory of my papa, who died trying to kill those who wanted us all dead.
I hear movement.
Footsteps splashing on the rain-battered road.
What do I do now, Mama?

~~~

...Or she'll bite you in the throat

[IgnoreThisAccount]

aqua:I don't know how many times I commented on your stories. They are just way too awesome-And are very sad.
Now, sorry for the horribleness of this story...
x
Arrow [m]x Serenity [f]
Love is blind. In this case, it truly is. A blind wolf and a blind fox.
"I can't see you, but I'm sure you are beautiful"
"I can't see you either, but I'm sure your perfect"
"How can I be perfect?"
"You're perfect... for me"
"You might think I'm perfect for you, but all I know is that you are perfect for me. In every way, every day, you made who I am today"
(Horrid. I need critique, too...)

(I need critique, please)

[ika;]

•Common Blue {m} && Mayfly {f} •

If you only had twenty-four hours to live, how would you spend it?


-Should I continue? And thank you Waterlily :3

[Simpleprincess]

•Common Blue {m} && Mayfly {f} •

If you only had twenty-four hours to live, how would you spend it?


-Should I continue? And thank you Waterlily :3

Duh, it's sooooo interesting by that one sentence!

[lorreli.]

me ------------------------------- xxx

"i've heard it said,
that people come into our lives
for a reason.
bringing something we must learn.
and we are lent to those
who help us most to grow.
if we let them.
and we help them in return.
well, i don't know if i believe that's true.
but i know i'm who i am today,
because i knew you."

sometimes, people grow apart. we were once inseperable, we shared everything. secrets, crushes, and even the same screechy giggle. we had silly nicknames for each other, we had thousands of inside jokes. we would stay up till five in the morning when you slept at my house, talking until the sun rose and shined through the windows, signaling that in three short hours, we would be woken. the long walks we took, the long talks we shared. the times where we couldn't stop laughing, and the times that we couldn't stop smiling. the more serious talks, the sillier talks. when i finally got the cell phone i had been begging for, you were the first one i texted. and every day since then, i texted you. not a day went by without us speaking. we shared the same dreams, we created a future for ourselves. we always spoke of how we'd be in each other's weddings, our children would grow up together. you would be the godmother of my first born child, and i would be for yours as well. we shared the same insecurities, the same fears, the same weaknesses. we bought matching shirts, we could complete each other's sentances. we were inseperable, practically sisters.

what happened?

"like a comet pulled from orbit
as it passes a sun.
like a stream that meets a bolder,
halfway through the wood.
who can say that i've been changed for the better?
but because i knew you,
i have been changed for good."

my mother thinks it was me who changed. she believes i matured enough to see your fatal flaws, and how they impacted our wonderful friendship. my best friend believes that it was all his fault, and the way he changed you. but something changed the two of us, in the way we had been. you grew distant, telling him all your problems and fears rather then coming to me with them. your laugh, the one that was identical to mine, was rare when we were together. rumors soon consumed your life, as well as family issues that i knew nothing of. you told me i wouldn't understand, that only he understood you. i watched him build you up and break you down every now and again, and i tried to help. but, soon enough, my advice was ignored. my deep compassion and care for you was left in the dust. when i reached out, you pulled away. you blamed it on your 'trust issues'. could you not trust me? and here was i again, being second bested as always. but this time, it was you second besting me. the one person that i thought would always love me as i was, the one who i thought would always be at my side to comfort me and to laugh with me. but here you were, pushing me aside.

so who's fault was it?
mine?
yours?
both?

"it well may be that we will never meet again
in this lifetime.
so let me say before we part.
so much of me is made of what i learned from you.
you'll be with me,
like a handprint on my heart."

it wasn't really my job to point fingers when it was falling apart. maybe it was my fault, maybe i was just not what you were looking for in a best friend. she seemed better suited for you anyway. and maybe i'm happier now, anyway, with my new friend. but maybe it was your fault. maybe you were pulling away from me so much that it caused a schism in between us. maybe your trust issues were getting to be too much for you, and you turned your back on me. and when i could no longer see a way around the icy walls you built up around yourself, i turned away too. i welcomed a new friend, one who had full trust in me. one who was never in terrible moods, one who understood my feeling of always being second bested. of course, you never understood that. you were always the best, the prettiest, the first choice. i was merely the sidekick, the voice in the back of you head telling you when you were doing something wrong. yet you ignored me, tuning me out and making some of the worst mistakes that i know you will someday come to regret. keeping these mistakes away from me, afraid. knowing how disapointed i would be in you. your mistakes just kept piling up, sucking you inside. and no matter how much i tried to pull you out, the pile kept getting higher and higher. and now, without me here to clean it up, your mistakes have consumed you. swallowed you whole, and turned you into a person i do not know.

"so now it's up to you...
for both of us.
now it's up to you."

now, if it's up to you to point fingers, i'm sure you're pointing right at me. "you promised me." i can almost hear you saying. "you promised me you'd always be there for me." but didn't that promise go both ways? i was there for you every time you shed a tear, and every time you got kicked to the ground, i was there to pick you right back up. but where were you when i was the one weeping? where you you to help me up when i was kicked down? you were off somewhere with him, or maybe with her. and i had to dry my own eyes, and pick myself up. so when i began to retreat from you, for both of our own good, you didn't stop me. but you could've. you still can. you could rush to me, apologize for shutting me out, tell me your sorry for making me your second, even your third best. but you still haven't. you've let me begin my walk away from you, and you've sat there and watched me go without a single protest. do our memories, all the times we shared...do they mean anything to you? do i mean so little to you that you can watch me go without even saying a word? or were you just on your way out the door when i stood up to leave?

"and now whatever way our stories end,
i know you have rewritten mine,
by being my friend."

so this is the end. the end that i never imagined. i always told my parents that we'd be together forever, always best friends. insperable. but they forsaw the end that i never saw coming. did you see the end? did you know that someday, we'd be walking in seperate directions? you told me that you'd never be able to handle losing me. but you seem to be handeling it fine, from what i can see. maybe better then fine. because i know you've always taken me for granted. but i never took you for granted. i cherished all of our memories, all the inside jokes and fun times. i remember how, when you cried, i busted out in tears too. but did you ever cry when i did? maybe i'm the only one who will take all of the memories with me when i go. maybe i'll been the only one who will learn from this friendship, who will look back and remember it like it was yesterday. remember the friend who laughed with me, who cried with me, who was with me through thick and thin. i'll try to remember then friend you were, rather then the friend you've been. i know i've broken my promise to you, the promise that i'd always be there. but i can make another promise. i promise i'll never forget you. and that's a promise i can surely keep.

"who can say that i've been changed for the better?
i do believe that i have been changed for the better.
and because i knew you,
because i knew you,
because i knew you...
i have been changed...
for good."

(this is not a romantic pairing. it's actually about what i'm going through with a friend. </3

@Ikaaaaaaaaa - please continue ;3 very creative.)

[Keriae]

My heart is pierced by cupid, I distain all glittering gold. There is nothing can console me, but my jolly sailor bold. Come all ye pretty fair maids, whoever ye may be, that love a jolly sailor bold, that plows the raging sea. My heart is pierced by cupid, I disdain all glittering gold. There is nothing can console me, but my jolly sailor bold.

[Freyàh]

@• l o r r e l i •
You've no idea how much this reminds me of myself. It's like you wrote my feelings down - I absolutely understand you. I don't want to spam up this board with my silly life stories, but I've been through the same and it's terrible.... The whole story you wrote is absolutely beautiful, and it left me with tears in my eyes. I love the way you wrote it, and love the whole story from the beggining to the end. It's just so sad...

@Bramble The Pirate
8DDDD
<3
At first I was like "Where do I know this from...?" and then it hit me xD Love this song, and nice pair :3 Are they Philip and Syrena?

[parfom]

Love is blind. In this case, it truly is. A blind wolf and a blind fox.
"I can't see you, but I'm sure you are beautiful"
"I can't see you either, but I'm sure your perfect"
"How can I be perfect?"
"You're perfect... for me"
"You might think I'm perfect for you, but all I know is that you are perfect for me. In every way, every day, you made who I am today"
(Horrid. I need critique, too...)[/center]

i think the part :" Love is blind " has to be changed into : " love makes blind.

[Keriae]

@Bramble The Pirate
8DDDD
<3
At first I was like "Where do I know this from...?" and then it hit me xD Love this song, and nice pair :3

I couldn't resist. Dead Man's Chest is on tonight, so I was getting the mood, and I thought of this. I knew someone would get the reference.

[Musicgirl<3]

----Diannne---

----Ricky---

"Yo Diannne The B.O.S.S wants you"Shouted one of her workers."Tell him im comming"I said."Ah Welcome Diannne,For inventing a Love Potion im giving you a raise instead of $50 per Day its $100 per day."I jumped up and down and shouted "OH THANK YOU SO MUCH!"Knowing that being in Middle School i'll be the richest one and the most bullied for my money.I sigh and then head home knowing that one phone call will change my life.RING RING RING RING answering the phone"Hello?"i said. "Yo, Remember me?Ricky? Im in your Chemistry Class Remember?" and i thought to my self OMG the hot guy YAY! "How about i pick you up tomorrow after school and we head to your place" "Ok sure I'd like that. See ya tomorrow" Thinking Score one for awsomenes!

Chemistry Class

DIANNNE what's Pi?Asker her Chem. Teacher."Um 3.14?and i thought that was math?"I questioned."Who cares!?Its MY version of Chem.and i don't freaking care about your opinion because you are a stu-"BRING!"Hey girl you ready?"Asked Ricky."But i thought the date was going to be Friday.?"I asked knowing that today i got work today and its Thursday."Oh yeah.Sorry about that,Do maybe you wanna hang out today?"He asked.I shook my head no "I can't i gotta go to my part time job.If the offer is still good for tomorrow then Yes its a Friday date."i said.As i was heading to The Lab for my part time job i was thinking to my self "What if i had a different part time job?What if i didn't have one at all?What if my life was perfect?" Thinking that as i walked to the lab. ALMOST wishing for a better life but i already have a great life so im not going to wish for that."DIANNNE! GET OVER HERE"the boss shouted at me.Think to my self "What did i do?!""Diannne you are so smart and stuff so your new work hours are Monday-Thursday-3:00-5:00 Instead of Monday-Friday-3:00-7:00"he said.And im like I was supposed to work on Friday? Whoops!


Part 2 Is to come soon


Should i do it?