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Andrea's Roommate (Chapter 2)"Damn, I really overdid it tonight..." Andrea muttered as she crawled into bed- not like she really had an option, Kate had just been so nice! And to be honest, Andrea hadn't really eaten since the day before, since she had spent most of the day trying to be, you know, not homeless. Flopping onto her newly assembled bed, Andrea popped the button on her already too-tight jeans, allowing her over stuffed stomach the slightest bit of breathing room. Stifling a hiccup, Andrea couldn't help but think to herself, "How lucky am I to have found such an awesome roommate?", before beginning to strip off her pants to get ready for bed.

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Kate,

Seth and Serina Go On TourSeth and Serina Go On Tour

I met you in the suicide ward.

In a group therapy session they claimed would make us feel less alone, you sat across from me with your dark tussled hair and sunken eyes. You were wearing a stained denim jacket with patched elbows and torn sleeves. The group leader told each of us to go in a circle and exchange compliments with someone else to get the ball rolling. When the circle got to me, I told you your jacket made you look homeless and you told me my haircut made me look like an ugly dyke. We were both asked to leave. When we parted at the door, I told you to go fuck yourself and you told me to go to Hell.

Wait for you~ (A Sonamy Story) A Sonamy Story~
This is for: ~bah1301

“I’m sorry, Sonic. But...I think it’s time to move on.”
“What are you saying? I’m telling you that I love you. I’m confessing them to you.”
“I don’t believe you, Sonic. Every day, I give you my love and strength, and hoping that you will love me back...But, all of them vanished from my dreams already.”
“Stop saying that!”
“You know that’s the truth.”
“No, it’s not! Please, give me a chance.”
“No...”
“Why?”
“I...just don’t know. This is goodbye, Sonic.”
“Where are you going?”
“To a new life.”
“Ames, please. Don’t leave me.”
“You don’t want me in your life, I always knew it every time you run away!

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Well you've got to tie her up,
and then you've got to lay her down.
For you have just a moment to use the tape
and make her dumb, and soon you will find
you have the time, to find where her jewels are!

You gotta take her wrists and then you gotta tie them tight
You gotta be sure that there’s no way she can break the ropes
Before you decide that the time is right for tying her arms up
Don't let the hidden sister, take you from behind
Trust your inner vision and make her lie down there as well

And now you really gotta tie her up and make them sit back to back
Gotta wrap the rope around their waists and

Car RideRaises volume.
It's still too quiet.

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She threw a pillow, started with something soft, but the gentle sound it made when it connected with the wall was not what she wanted. So she picked up a book and threw it without looking, the crash as a lamp hit the floor was so satisfying, almost too much so.
Without thinking she ran to the kitchen and threw all the plates that she

He Spoke a Language I Didn't UnderstandWhen I met him, we could not understand one another. I was young, he was old. We both spoke different tongues, and we looked nothing alike. Yet we had been forced together under the iron hand of war and invasion, and that was something we both understood. I was dumped off into his arms like a disobedient puppy by our master, a wordless order to teach me how to act in this new world of foreign rulers and cruel restrictions being exchanged between the two. And while our prisons my have been different - he sat on a silk cushion and was preened like an exotic bird by our master, and I was led around by collar and chain like a young but extremely dangerous animal - we were both captives all the same.
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Stephen King's The Dark Tower

by ~Xen-yakodo, Jun 2, 2009, 2:03:20 AM
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“Death”
A monologue based on Steven King’s
The Dark Tower
By Xen Yakodo

Death, what is death? For me, death is a curse that I have lived with ever since I started my work as a gunslinger, ever since my first and only love Susan was burnt on the stake so I could escape. Yes, I am a gunslinger and anyone who gets in between me and the Dark Tower encounters the death that I deal for a living, but its not only my enemies I bring death to, throughout this quest I have had my ka-tets 2 of them, each ever-growing and ever-shrinking, but with each time they shrink more than they grow, until finally I am left alone again.

Why do I have to be so damned dangerous, all of my friends, from Cuthbert, Alain and Jamie, my fellow gunslingers in the long-ago, to Eddie, Susannah, Jake and even Oy, my friends that brought my heart back into me and made me whole again do it please ya, they all died in order to save my life and the words on all of their lips while they committed their last dying breathes, have always been “Roland, may you reach the Dark Tower and may you find what you dream of in the room at the top”, even Oy, the pet of whom I call my only son who could almost talk, said my name and released that great sigh, the sigh of someone who knows that it will be their last sigh. So I let poor Patrick leave my presence and go back to mid-world to live his life, before my curse could take my last friend, as well.

I may or may not reach the tower, let alone breach its walls and raise to the top, but even now I realise that if and when I do complete my quest, when I am stood, unhindered in the great fields of Can Ka No-Rey, looking up at the ancient ghost-wood doors, when I enter and walk up the stairs to the top, I know, I will be walking, as I began, alone.

Stephen King's The Dark Towerby ~Xen-yakodo

Literature / Prose / Fiction / General Fiction

This is a cheerful monologue project i had to do for GCSE english, i've just been digging around for part 3 of TTP, and i found this, thought you might like it. Sorry about the SPAG mistakes, it was a monologue so no one was meant to see it.

Those who haven't read this series, and i know it's a lot of you, here are what some of the words mean.
Katet - A group of companions bound by fate.
Gunslinger - An expert in pistol fighting.
Mid-world - The part of the universe he came from.
Can-ka no rey - A field of roses that surrounds the Dark Tower.

Enjoy.

~Karn-sama Jun 2, 2009

Nice piece of writing, I could hear the person talking as I read it.

~Xen-yakodo Jun 3, 2009 Student Writer

Glad you like.

~Karn-sama Jun 3, 2009

~Digi-Shaman-of-Fire Jun 2, 2009 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Nod and smile Digi. Dare I ask waht SPAG is? And it's his own damn fault for embarking on the ANGSTY TRAIL OF DOOM QUEST anyways.

~Xen-yakodo Jun 3, 2009 Student Writer

Spelling and Grammar. And i completely agree. When he gets to the end the whole thing loops around again and he finds himself at the beginning of the story. 7 bloody books of adventure, then when you get to the end it takes you back to the beginning of the first one? I felt ripped off.

~Digi-Shaman-of-Fire Jun 3, 2009 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Not even a and they live happily ever after/they all died?

~Xen-yakodo Jun 3, 2009 Student Writer

Nope. King's a bitch at endings.

~Chalk-heart Jun 2, 2009

the spag is quite apalling XD Emooooooooo. And I HATE this series. Good writing but so depressing. but you know that.

~Xen-yakodo Jun 2, 2009 Student Writer

Cheer up love, i'll get something funny on in a bit.

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