This might take quite a while. I've got quite a lot to tell. So I'm warning anyone who's reading this now. There's quite a lot of drama in this still unfinished tale.

Everything started during high school. Before then, I had already realized that I was gay. While I didn't flaunt it, I also didn't really hide either. I wore baggy clothes, just like most of my guy friends did. I suppose I was able to pass as straight because I hung out with girls mostly. That all worked until 10th grade.

"How The Grinch Stole Gay Marriage"
Taken from the journal of someone in a gay community on LJ. Originally by Mary Ann Horton.

Every Gay down in Gayville liked Gay Marriage a lot......
But the Grinch, who lived just east of Gayville, did NOT!!

The Grinch hated happy Gays! The whole Marriage season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be his head wasn't screwed on just right.
It could be, perhaps, his Florsheims were too tight.
But I think the most likely reason of all was
His heart and brain were two sizes too small.

disclaimer; yeah, its fiction. yes, this is all i have. dunno what i'm doing with it. i just wrote.


Punch-Buggy
I poke at the blob with my shoe, and it reveals itself to be a small black beetle. I swear that it looks up at me, winking, before scuttling across the floor. At the other end of the classroom, it is purposely and ruthlessly squished beneath the sneakered foot of one of my classmates. I raise my hand and asked to be excused to the nurse, claiming a headache. The teacher lets me go and I walk out.

The accursed wind shot through the night, making trees bow and houses shake as the Gates of Hell were slowly opened. Leaves torn from their branches were thrown to the void and the blackness of that which was fast approaching.

Rumbles of angry thunder sounded in the distance as the crusade against human souls commenced. Bolts of hateful lightening shot across the delicate sky, tearing it. The pain of the gashes was immense, and great tears fell to the ground. The wind doubled its intensity as the Gates continued to open.

    Here I am, standing beside myself – among everyone I know
and everyone I knew. I see my love; I wish that I could dry those tears. I wish
I could kiss those lips; and that beautiful face, how it shimmered with inner
light, but now is filled with gloom –the sad gloom of thinking life will not go
on – in which time will pause for an eternity and never resume in its endless
course. For that’s how I am now. Time has frozen, and I can look into every
small detail of the world and wish that time would thaw and show me the next
course of action.

     I see the mother, her teary eyes long for life to
breathe back into her youngest son. A mother’s love is always known, because she
never hides it; never lets anyone take that love away. Emotions made so sweet
for of having such a sweet thing in her life. When this is suddenly taken, she
has no choice but to weep for her immense loss. Even after uncomfortable times.

    The father: all facial expression is void, no sign of remorse
for the son that caused him the most trouble. He only has an arm over the
shoulder of a woman who only looks with only a mild sympathy toward the crying
woman overwhelmed with her loss.

    A girl stands close to the teary woman, obviously saddened by
the loss of her younger sibling. The mutual love-hate between the two has, in an
instant, changed to the purest love and sorrow.

    I now feel nothing, because I am a ghost: left to walk the
earth with only a slight connection to the living. My own fate sealed by a
selfless act of sacrifice. I had no choice in the matter, for I did not want
fate to bring down the end of another. I could not let the future memories leave
me so simply, and without a fight. I was obliged to save the one I love from
those I put trust in with such naivety.

    My eyes notice the door to the room is open halfway. Peeking
into the room is a man with a curious look on a face. He is an unknown stranger.
Yet, I feel that I know this man in a way, as if our lives are intertwined in
some strong way. As I approached him, time appeared to slowly advance. It almost
seemed like my movement allowed time to move. I looked into his eyes and he
became more and more familiar. All things seemed to disappear and I was left
looking into his eyes as a different world emerged. The world seemed to spin
beneath me. I then felt a sudden jump and was sitting looking out into a crowd
with the taste of metal in my mouth.

the day that i found the love of my life was the day i wish i didn't know how to cry. I was the ntype of person that had crushes on other people but i would never let them know because they would always be my friend (not to mention the were straight). There was this one girl who i always cared for but never told he. At the time she just got dumped by a boy that i just couldn't stand. I was telling her that he didn't know what he was doing and he will be crying and aking for her back.Well during the coveration she told me that she think that she likes girls.

I stood watching the path from her house into the park. Waiting for her to come meet me. She had called me earlier today with panic in her voice and told me to meet her here. This is where we used hang out when we were kids. It was a gray worn bench surrounded by daffodils, our favrite flowers. Sarah had been the first person i had come out to. she had th ebest reaction in the world. She hugged me tight and whispered in my ear "I don't care. You know I will always be there for you." her words warmed me just thinking of them. And she always was there. She was there when I told my parents and she was there when they kicked me out.. That was over a year ago and now I was living with my cousin down the street. I sat on the stone bench looking down at the ant hill by my feet. They were so busy that they hardly noticed me. Sarah cast her shadow around me when she arrived. Sarah had walked up on me so quietly I hadn't heard her.. she sat down next to me silently and rested her head on my shoulder. We watched bees come and go from the bright yellow Daffodils. she exhailed loudly and truned to face me. I could see pain in he reyes. Oh how i hated to see her upset. It plunged ice cold daggers in my heart.

my locker=evil. which is why I was late enough for the bus that there were no empty seats and only 2 seats that werent full. so I had a choice between a scary ninth grade girl or a scary ninth grade boy. someone (Jinae) shoved me in with the girl. so picture me: a silent, blond haired, short, incesnce burning, eighth grade out cast. now her: 5.5 feet, died black hair, supper popular, way to loud, ect.

My sister got a book called Daily Spark. It has little writing exercises. One was to write a conversation between two the ditziest peole you can imagine. I wrote two of them. Suffer through them, especially the second. Everyone I've read them to has said that the second one is really funny. Hope you like! Btw: Sorry if this offends anyone.

Convo # 1:
"Like...omygod."
"What? psh."
"You wouldn't even like, begin to imagine how like horrible last night was!"

A traveller. Someone typically described by their lifestyle of consistently moving from one place to another. They have no “home

she raised her pistol and shot. her bullet hit home in his chest. yes, this was what she had died for. for the pain, for the pleasure.he fell backward and touched the wound gently in shock. he raised his head and yelled, "you!" he was grinning at her when she lowered her pistol, slowly. he tried to reach out to her but was not able. he was
crippled and not just from the bullet. she was suddenly laughing in her maniacal way. it filled the study with a tremble. she was pleased and not just from the bullet. "you thought you could get away with my death. just goes to show you, payback's a bitch!"

B.F.F.

I sit in his black Mustang and have just enough time to be scared.
There’s no reason to be and I know that. But that doesn’t change the fact that
I am. I know what’s going to happen if I don’t say something or do something.
He’s my best friend. He wouldn’t hurt me. I know that. But that doesn’t change
the fact that I am paralyzed all of a sudden.

“Come here,

Disclaimer: They ain't mine

Warnings: Character death, may give nightmares... yeah right!... I wanted to try a supernatural and this is what I came up with....

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March 13, 1979

This is Leslie Carter for WKYN News standing in front of what is now known to be an aching tragedy. Just not too long ago, a black Mercedes containing two passengers, a seventeen year old teenager and a twenty-seven year old man, met roughly in a head on collusion with an SUV and spun off the bridge, landing in the river below it. Paramedics say both men were pronounced dead on impact when the car was lifted. Examining the unidentifiable bodies, it was said that both men were infected with the Bubonic Plague-- the disease that spread throughout European cities Florence, Pistoia, and Lucca long ago, through the late 1300's-- and that they were most likely from a family where the disease was still constant. It was also said that these men were already on their way to dying. This has been Leslie Carter reporting for WKYN News.

Disclaimer: Me no own

Warnings: Seifer kissing Squall ^^... a little...kinda...uhh...hardly angsty....

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The phone rang, sending a piercing shrill of irritation through the night air. A rumpled mop of auburn locks poked out from underneath the sheets followed by harsh and sleepy slate gray eyes. The brunette turned over to look to the bright red glowing digits of his alarm clock. They practically screamed 10:21. He drowsily reached over to retrieve the phone off its cradle, almost knocking over the lamp that sat there.

she glittered like the face of a diamond in the dark. she was sitting at the table drinking her cafe latte and it didnt surprise me when she said i could sit down. she was like a darkness i had never known. so sad and so determined to see the darkness in everything around us. she was a princess. my gothic mistress. she smiled at me when i asked her how the weather had been. she said that it had been gloomy. as always. she said that it had been raining for days on end. she looked into my face and i still to this day do not know what she saw there. it frightened her though im sure. because i too had once been someone's someone. i too had once been a gothic mistress of the night. i too had once used excuses to cover up my absences from life. she could not justify why i was there with her. she was unable to encourage further conversation so i asked her, "what is it like?" she didnt know what to say. so instead she asked, "what, what is like?"i pulled up the sleeve of my arm and showed her the several hundred cuts along my once perfectly white arm. she nearly gasped at this hideous sight of self destruction. but she could not hide from me what she was really thinking. she was thinking of how survived and how she herself was on the verge of something as 'subtle' as suicide.

This is the whole story. The first part is what i have previously posted....but the econd and third part are new. I hope u like it.

PART ONE
The heat that rose from our bodies as we sat at either end of the lounge watching a movie caused a beautiful warmth in the room that made it feel so safe in comparison to the cold and windy weather outside. We sat watching the characters on the screen going about their daily business. Then all of a sudden with no warning some thunder erupted furiously outside and in a startled haste I jumped up and moved closer to my friend, wrapping my arms around her for security. We stayed like this, with her in my arms as the film continued.

The heat that rose from our bodies as we sat at either end of the lounge watching a movie caused a beautiful warmth in the room that made it feel so safe in comparison to the cold and windy weather outside. We sat watching the characters on the screen going about their daily business. Then all of a sudden with no warning some thunder erupted furiously outside and in a startled haste I jumped up and moved closer to my friend, wrapping my arms around her for security.

Tears welled in her eyes, about to overflow like clouds taking in the last bit of evaporation possible before dumping raindrops upon the world below. She hardly noticed as streams flowed silently down her cheeks, lingering on her quivering chin for a moment, then dropping to form small dark spots on her jeans. Her insides knotted themselves together, pulling at her heart and forcing it to drop. The vile taste of digestive acids soured her mouth and she rushed to the bathroom. She dropped to her knees at the toilet. Looked at her tearful reflection in the water.

Name changed to protect the lovely young woman.

You, Jenna

I watch your slim back as you walk away from me. I know you are crying
and mad at me for what I said. I see your shoulders shaking, getting farther
away from me. A tear falls down my own face and I don’t move to wipe it away.
Jenna, I’m sorry. I love you. I didn’t want to. I had to. Excuses. Can’t
we be friends?
You were my first girlfriend. You were my best girlfriend.

She slowly awakened. I watched her eyes softly part. Those eyes had once gazed into my own whilst overflowing with a tender passion. Those eyes flitted round, searching, eventually settling on me. There was no adulation in her gaze now, her eyes were full of terror.