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It's Been Seven YearsSeven years ago, about, we had gone to the shelter and adopted Toby. This is not his life story.  My parents were still together. My Mom was a bit of a jerk to that dog; she never really liked him. She refused to let him into her and my dad's bedroom. My dad had been, and always will be, Toby's master. He stayed away, though, because he was afraid of getting hurt. Again, we got him from a shelter and we think he might have been abused.  Let's go seven years into the future.  Now.  Toby lives with my dad and me at my dad's house. He has never gone into my dad's bedroom. My dad has gotten him in for a few minutes at a time, It's Been Seven Years
ARHShe was starting to relax and pull her life back together after losing some one she THOUGHT was her best friend. The house was cool and she was just about ready to head up to bed and snuggle up in her down comforter with her two warm dogs. There heat could always warm her, especially on nights like this when her love was at his house because it was his weekend with the girls. She was about 2 minutes from shutting down the computer when she came across something that caught her eye. Something he had published, not horribly recently, but with the content of what was there, the date really didn't matter. Their friendship had long since ended, bu ARH
Elliot Kerr FileName: Alec Elliot Kerr  
Nicknames: Elliot, Elly, Shortie, Puppy  Current Occupation: Teasing the tar out of Rei  Past Occupation: He worked under the church   
Species: Human/Vampire  Gender: Male  Hair: Blonde  Bloodline: British  Birthday: September 15 15??  Age: He's rather old, but he sticks with his stand still age, Thirty-one  Height: Human - 5'1  
Weight: 112 He's tiny  Eye colour: Forest green  Hair/Fur colour: He's blonde in puppy form  Important: He has many lashings on his back, BUT one in particular sticks out. It's a cross burn on his right shoulder blade Elliot Kerr File
SpencerName: Spencer Vincour ((Spenc))   
Age: 32   
Gender: Male   
Sexual Orientation: unknown, perceived to be straight   
Any piercings/tattoos: one piercing in his left ear, halfway down the cartilage.   
Inmate Number: 978645   
Background: He had a fairly normal childhood; his parents weren't the best parents, but certainly not the worst. They made their mistakes and were a bit naïve, but what parents are at some times, right? He was however a problematic child. He was always a bit of a loner, didn't like playing with other children, he usually just liked to stay in his room and Spencer
Oh SnapShe glanced at the bedside clock and ran her fingers through her hair. 2:30 a.m. She looked to her other side and couldn’t help thinking, "What the hell is he still doing here?" She almost wanted to wake him and tell him to go, but instead she gathers up a pillow and a blanket and heads to the couch downstairs, with her two dogs tripping over each other at her feet. She tried to beat the dogs to the couch, but wasn’t successful, so she wrapped the comforter around her, squeezes into the small space left on the couch and tries to gt comfortable. It’s colder downstairs then it was up in the bedroom and her toes feel like little f Oh Snap
GoodbyeHe turns to leave and her heart drops. She crumbles, even though she promised him, as well as herself, that she wouldn't. His leaving terrifies her. Is he coming back? How long will she have to wait until she can look into those beautiful brown eyes again? She misses him so badly when he's not there, and misses him even when he is because she knows he's not really hers. The days crawl by like years. Her body aches for him to touch her. For his hand to brush against hers. For his arms to be wrapped around her. Her lips quiver at the thought of the next time she would taste his soft kiss. She hates that he knows how much she misses him. How muc Goodbye
DreamsYesterday night i dreamed about a lonely live....dark...cold....and silent...every one was gone...i started to think...I am only asleep maybe i can imagine my own world...and then you appeared with your cute smile and your sad eyes...  -You are here  -Yes...but i dont really know what am i suppose to do....  - Dont worry...you only have to be with me...dont think....just be here...  Then you hug me...even if it was a dream...i could feel you....your smell and your cold skin.... Suddenly i felt nothing....i was lonely....  The sun was raising, the light bothered my eyes...i woke up...you weren't there  
- Great ju Dreams
Chapter One: Past RamblingsDeep in the dark depths of a bitter heart came nothing. A light shone from the mind as it opened its dark winged gates to possibilities. Voice was heard as the grey clouds showed a glowing silver lining. Song erupted from a choir of angels or was it laughter from demons? A white room filled with dark blurred figures, roaming. A lonely cry summoned not a reply. The black eyes, searching for the black soul of matching qualities, never to find one. As the tree grows, do the roots begin to decay? Sucking up all in its path, the storm gathers strength. I lingered between sudden silence and incessant screaming, closed. Do not the birds sing, or am Chapter One: Past Ramblings
Character Profile. AmaranthGeneral  Name:  Amaranth  Nick-Name:  None  Age:  Unknown  Species:  Wolf  Gender:  Male   
Advanced  Eyes:  Spring green  Personality:  shy, innocent  Temperament:   gentle  Other forms:  None  Other:  Amaranth has powers that he is unaware of.   
Family  Parents:  Dead  Siblings:  Dead  Relatives:  Unknown  Crush:  None  Mate/girlfriend/ Wife:  None Character Profile. Amaranth
Capt. David BushnellCapt. David Bushnell was the inventor of many navel technologies we use to day such as the floating mine.  Bushnell made his first invention, the submarine, when he was 31 and attending Yale Collage. He named his underwater craft the Turtle. The Turtle featured 2 hand-cranked rotors, a rear ruder and a drill mounted on the top of the vessel. The Turtle’s first and last mission was piloted by Ezra Lee. The mission failed but Bushnell’s invention led to the modern submersible.   
  In 1776, Bushnell abandoned the Turtle and started experimenting with different variations of the existing naval bomb. As well as Capt. David Bushnell
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To-Do List: June 200901-06-2009 I need to take more chances. I should have introduced myself.  01-06-2009 Fingers taste like floss  01-06-2009 Unspoken dialogue of a play never to be seen again  01-06-2009 At least you don't pick holes in your face.  01-06-2009 Would they fire you if they found out?  03-06-2009 Tea gets cold too quickly now.  03-06-2009 Tea stains teeth  04-06-2009 From past to present to past  04-06-2009 God i miss my ipod.  04-06-2009 Maybe i just shouldn't listen to bloc party anymore.  04-06-2009 How can he tell that someone's still awake? He can't see my light from here.  04-06-2009 Okay To-Do List: June 2009
Most perfect story A few years ago I had a friend, who wrote me a story.   
It was about two boys. They loved each other.   
He made me one of the boys, the other a guy I liked.   
What do you do when you like a guy ? You tell them.   
The boy hates me now, guess why ?   
I deleted that story. Most perfect story
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