miladyalise
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miladyalise
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Oh yeah. And the pirates... and nynjaaah-pyrates... Pronounced how it's spelt. The only really ridiculous thing about this so far is the names I've given each type of pirate. But no worries. It'll get nice and corny soon.
I decided to write a vampire kind of parody thing with pirates, samurais, and replace ever "i" with a "y" so it could be a little pretentious. Having a bit o a hard time making it a parody, but it was no less fun to write.
Cannibal girl... You know... You've read.
Commentary for Toast:
Ok, so it's not great, but I really wanted to stick to the pattern I created last year. Basically, it's expanding on the male cannibal I introduced a while back, so we get to know him a bit. As you can see, he understands what he's doing a bit more than the female.
Little something I wrote after some stress. A friend thinks I should lengthen it, but I dunno if I could do that and keep it sounding good. I'll think about it.
This is from a while ago. They had changed the formula for my favourite incense, and I didn't like it anymore. It was called poison. I'm not an addict, I just missed that purple smoke.
This is also on my dA, I won't lie, but I figured I haven't put anything on here in a while, so i figured I'd post one old thing, and one new thing, which'll come next.
OK, so I'm writing a bit of a description here. I'm trying to write something long, novelistic, and this is my start. This one one entry. I'll be posting it in small entries and may not post the whole thing. The title is under construction for now, but may become permanent Mostly, I'm in need of opinions. Literary opinions. Grammar I'll get from people who can red pen it, otherwise I get confused by all my mistakes:
I'm sitting in the class designed to personally seek and destroy the last bits of my sanity. Then numbers on the board are written exceedingly small, so as to force me to pay attention to the lecture, lest I want to miss any of the notes.
The clock is conveniently placed in the exact centre of the front wall, allowing it to mock me no matter where I look and Rebecca Stein is sitting behind me, chewing her nails and smacking her gum, which to me is the stupidest combination on earth, but hey, that's what we breed here at Ascareus High; Stupidity.
I keep looking at the clock, even though that's exactly what they want me to do. It continues to mock me with its motionless hour hand and its miniscule minute hand. Unlike every other student in the class, I understand what III means and I'm waiting for those god damned hands to line up just enough to send the bell screaming.
Of course, it doesn't really matter what I want. I've been banished to the world of math for entire semester, under the reign of a mono-toned idiot who insists I'll need the quadratic formula in my later life. I know better but I'll let him have the benefit of the doubt.
Mostly because I need a decent grade.
And that's all for the first bit. I have more but I want opinions first.
Ok. This is some collection of storeis I wrote for couple I made up. They're interesting enough. Um. I suppose they're less stories than they are moments but still.
This is the series in which goes the users daylogs, please keep non-daylogs out of here, and keep daylogs in here. Also, do not edit the title of this, or pieces in it will not be recognised as daylogs, thanks.