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Souki


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=D thank you~

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Souki-chan! It's all so fabulous! :D I've only read the Creatures poem and the newspaper-article thingy-ma-jig, before now.

Wow, you're REALLY good. o-o

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Haha~ Even I can write little love poems? :3

Well, I have to be good at SOMETHING. Like, to make up mah dismal math grades. -stares at- and my lack of physical ability outside of pinching. 0=)

-/shotrepeatedly-

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xD I loved the Dreams one, and if you notice, the Article is like the "Northfield plans to plan strategic plan" headline. o3o "Escaped assassin escapes"? xDD Other than that, loved em all~ o3o

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"If he dies, then it will be God's will."

"If that was meant to be comforting, it was not."

"Everyone dies eventually. Once you are born, you begin to die."

"That was not comforting either!"

"It is the way of the Creed. Usually our deaths are violent but quick."

"Old man, are you trying to provoke me?"

-Stolen from a fanfic~-
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YES I KNOW o3o

i put it there for lack of brain-working-ness. (:

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He loathed children.

He hadn't been able to remember just why. After a few years of being away from his baby cousins and siblings, he had somehow started to delude himself into thinking kids were adorable. The way they laughed, their naive view of the world--somehow it all struck him as very cute.

That had been before he had agreed to help out at his friend's younger sister's birthday party. The eight year old had set her heart on some massive party so that all her "bestest buddies ever" could attend, and for some reason that Alec could not for the life of him recall, he had accepted.

He had signed his soul away when he said he would come and play some kiddie show themes on the piano, and he spent his whole time trying to stop the kids from slamming their hands onto the keys. If one kid wasn't trying to kill the piano, they were trying to kill him. Some idiot had come to the party right after his kid's baseball game and now the little wretches were trying to break his back by swinging the thing repeatedly at him. It was a good thing the most strenuous exercise the little monsters had ever gotten was throwing a temper tantrum.

Wincing as a particularly plump kid got in a good, solid blow, Alec glanced desperately at the clock and was initially immensely relieved to see that there were only forty minutes to go until he could leave and make sure he never made this mistake again.

Heartened, he managed a pained smile at the little brat before snatching the bat from his fat fingers. Immediately, the kid started bawling and then Alec found himself in the middle of a mass of little kids crying their eyes out. When the people with an IQ higher than that of five arrived at the scene, he found himself the bad guy: He had to admit, standing amidst a room full of sobbing brats didnt make him look too good.

In the face of furious parents, Alec could only gape, unable to bring himself to speak the words of truth: I hate your children.



[ written in one of my fits of DSKFJ WHY ARE KIDS SO ANNOYING. don't get offended or what not. this is my opinion of eight year olds. actually kids in general.
... but this also seems to apply to teenagers. they just have a more vicious way of expressing themselves and their displeasure seems to spread to more that just their parents / other unfortunate turds.


...thismakesmesoundold. ;_; ]

-- Edited by Souki on Friday 2nd of October 2009 05:46:34 AM

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Pranking England was something Hong Kong enjoyed doing.

There were very few things he could do in England's house, after all, and he didn't quite feel like practicing his English. America and Canada were elsewhere, busy entertaining themselves.

Hong Kong loved playing with fireworks, and seeing the blonde jump whenever the loud cracks rang out was but a bonus, and it made him smile inside; it was his solace from the solitude he found at Mr. Kirkland's. The subject of his prank, in fact, was laid out on the couch, face slightly red as he slept off the effects of last night's drinks. He didn't take it well, Hong Kong figured, and he wondered momentarily if he would even register the bangs. Still, he thought as he readied the supplies, it was still a chance to relieve stress. He didn't even have to creep, and he raised the stick on which the fireworks were suspended after he lit them, eyes intent on the sleeping figure as the very first of them started to go off.


[ an application for my hetalia guild on neo. v. short hk at uk's house kind of thing x)

hong kong and england (c) hetalia's creator. ]


-- Edited by Souki on Thursday 25th of February 2010 06:39:50 AM

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Elisa Remington was a pretty fair lady, but enough was enough.

Her house was situated on a rich plot of land, and whether it was due to her green thumb or the fact that the land was ideal for gardeners, it didnt matter much; the fact was that Ms. Remington's garden was the envy of the town.

The years passed and Elisa Remington adopted children, refusing to bend to the whim of any man. The town grew and grew until the old school was torn down and a new one built next to Ms. Remington's beautiful garden. Now, normally the kids would have left it alone coming to and fro from school; roses and their sharp thorns were deterrents enough, but Ms. Remington had been compelled to include an expanse of lawn in front of the roses.

Then the trouble started. Fences, dogs, signs, it made no diference. No matter what Ms. Remington did, the kids just tramped over her beautiful emerald lawn and left it flat and worn down where the kids traipsed over the blades. Now, if that had been all, Elisa Remington might not have done what she did next, but when the littering and loitering and--gods above, these kids were uncouth little devils!--spitting began, Ms. Remington resorted to extreme measures. In years past she might have taken out that old shotgun from above the fireplace and climbed up to the roof of her three-story home to take a couple shots, but it was a little much for someone pushing ninety to do. Instead, she bribed her grandchildren to come and take action for her.

It turned out to be one of the better decisions in her life. Way better, in any case, then planting that accursed lawn. Armed with BB guns and water balloons loaded with unwelcome surprises, the adults (out of high school) were surprisingly willing to climb those stairs and take aim.

The three o'clock bell rang and the usual band of kids filed along the side walk, laughing, giggling, littering, spitting, loitering and whatnot, unaware of the chaos that was about to ensue.



[ a short intro to a crack!role play on neo. not meant to be serious, inspired by a game on fwg. also written a while back. ]


-- Edited by Souki on Thursday 25th of February 2010 06:42:47 AM

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NIGHTFALL

Upon his blood-soaked throne
Built of trampled, flightless dreams,
The Mad King Thorne dines alone,
While the world resounds with screams.

The people cry for respite
From the iron grip of he--
He who rose to majestic heights
To become the king of land and sea.

Conceived in the fertile young mind
Of a boy who lived in a jungle of concrete.
He dreamt of the fall of mankind
By his hands, to his feet.

His ascent was one of blood and pain,
Lies and deceit, violence and war--
All to further plans for an absolute reign;
The world was shaken to its core.

All the countries and their people,
One by one they all fell;
There were no morals, no principle--
Life became living hell.

Nowadays, living is naught but a formality,
For nothings done without the Kings say,
Rules and laws enforced with brutality,
This is reality; this is our everyday.

Welcome to existence under the Mad King,
Where Nightfall is eternal and dreams never take wing.



[ ooc; for eng. took me the whole day and it's still very bad, but uhm. anyway n__n ]


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word, time allotted.
both of these entries won their respective rounds, and they were copy pasted directly from the thread--all mistakes and whatnot are written there as posted.

mostly because i'm too lazy to edit the awkward wording in entry one and the total off-topic-ness of entry two, haha x)


society, thirteen minutes.

His parents had chosen well. Growing up in a small suburb in Southern California in a decent neighborhood with a good school, Jae had led a sheltered life. His parents had contacts and money, and after graduating high school the path through college and a nice job was clear.

He did as his parents expected and got his job at the pharmacy with only a few very minor bumps in the road, and everything seemed perfect for the young man until trouble with a girlfriend had on non-speaking terms with his parents. They still sent the boy money--he was, after all, still their son--but his pride did not allow him to touch it. Soon he was in debt and had fallen in with the wrong crowd, and yet his impressive ego would not allow him to reconcile with his parents. In the end, his girl left him and the only thing that would help him through his woes was the bottle.

Still, he needed to maintain that good-boy reputation that had been with him since childhood, and even his recent fall from grace in life had not tarnished that. He still spent extravagantly and hid his troubles from the world, until finally he cracked under the strain and ended it.

His last words were more of an accusatory rant than anything else, spewing hate at his parents, the girlfriend who had started everything, the world--and throughout the entire typed page there was nothing close to an admission to how he had played a role in his destruction.

His parents had birthed a monster, and society had helped raise it.



unrestricted, thirteen minutes.

Unrestricted access.

He savored the taste of the words on his tongue, rolled them around like one would a fine wine; he loved the sound of the words as they dropped from his lips like diamonds.

Unrestricted. Access.

And it was about bloody time, too.

Jason had devoted his entire life, all eighty eight years since he had been seven, to the Project.

The Project, albeit unimaginatively named, had been one of the largest bounds science had taken since, well, ever. Its rewards would be unimaginable, its profits without end, but to gain, one must spend. And in this case, it happened to be a lot.

Normally something of this magnitude could only have been funded and continued by the superpower of the world, since the cost and the brainpower required for it could have been supplied by a particularly well-off country, but the Fantom family had never been what you could call normal.

Every one of the Project's scientists were top of their class and of the Fantom lineage by some distant relative or by direct descent. The Project had not been the first to attempt to create the Philosopher's Stone, but it had been the first to succeed.

The ingredients had been surprisingly simple and easy to get, and the recipe had been assembled years ago, but up until now no one had been able to get the trust of all five branches of the Project to grant him access.

Unrestricted access. How sweet those words were on his tongue, and soon, he would have all eternity to enjoy it.


-- Edited by Souki on Sunday 21st of March 2010 06:27:27 AM

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