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Will your fingers still run like shadows over skin that has never seen day?
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A couple was once traveling through Romania on holiday, pausing at whichever town or village caught their fancy. One night they arrived in a small village on the outskirts of Transylvania. They had planned to tour the provinc
by Chibi-chan
1400 words, 7 comments,
on Aug 11 4:36 PM
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What if van Helsing turned into a vampire, took heroin to slow the process down - and got his girlfriend pregnant?
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What if van Helsing turned into a vampire, took heroin to slow the process down, and joined forces with a real vampire?
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Nothing is as it seems...
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Issy goes to meet Graham...but meets a wolf instead!
by Chibi-chan
1400 words, 1 comment,
on Jul 22 9:15 AM
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Prom takes place on a Friday evening, and since the administration knows that all the girls would skip school that day, they just cancel it and have done. So while all the guys have snowball fights and play video games at the
by Chibi-chan
2900 words, 1 comment,
on Jul 21 11:12 PM
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At the beginning of the school year, anyone who knows anything about Firestone carefully packs his bags so that he can leave one suitcase behind. Then, when he returns for Christmas, he leaves his jackets and light fall cloth
by Chibi-chan
1900 words, 1 comment,
on Jul 21 11:11 PM
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We reach the Charleston airport at about six o’clock at night and emerge from the plane with our laptop cases, and, in my case, a handbag. It had been an open flight, so Chad and I got seats next to each other and entertained
by Chibi-chan
1300 words, 1 comment,
on Jul 21 11:11 PM
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New stuff! Stuff you haven't read before!
by Chibi-chan
2700 words, 1 comment,
on Jul 21 11:10 PM
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by Chibi-chan
1700 words, 1 comment,
on Jul 21 11:10 PM
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Finals week came waaaaaay too soon after that disaster of a Sadie Hawkins. Did I mention that Myers crashed that party about fifteen minutes after I left? Needless to say, the dancing, spiked soda, and general atmosphere caus
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During chapel next morning, Principal Myers holds us over for an extra fifteen minutes for an impromptu assembly.1
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It’s six o’clock on November 28th, and I’m bundled up to my eyeballs in about three hoodies and a coat. And I’m still freezing. The quad is pretty quiet – it’s dark, now, so most people are inside watching TV and stuff. My te
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I make it back to the girls’ commons in time to snatch up one more bagel before the room is flooded with sleeper-in peeps. A lot of girls show up, bleary-eyed and sweat-panted, grab breakfast, and go back upstairs to read or
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Thanksgiving Day dawns, and most of us wake up around 10:00, exhausted by yesterday’s festivities. There’s an amazing smell coming from the dining hall, but the doors are locked until 7:00 tonight. Dani calls Justin and tells
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Play practice is as boring as all get-out, but there’s one disconcerting development. Maybelle, in between her long speeches as Viola/Cesario, is starting to cough. It sounds nasty, too – like she’s spent too much time in the
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“Y-y-y-y-” Laura stammers. I’m no better, I just mouth wordlessly. Luciano catches Laura as she nearly falls over backwards as Dani grabs her half-brother’s hand and drags him over to the group.1
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Since our rehearsals for Twelfth Night turned out to be pretty boring, I won’t describe them in detail. I got to be friends with Jason Gable and a couple of the other understudies, but only because most of them were in the ri
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Now let’s skip to Saturday morning, since the rest of my week was just boring. Laura and I spent Friday night in the boys’ commons watching the SFA Season One DVD with Chad and Luciano, trying to get them hooked on the show.
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Let’s skip to Wednesday, since nothing of interest happened on Tuesday. On Wednesday, I take Philosophy and Ethics in the afternoon. Liz, Chad, and Luciano all take this class with me. Our teacher is Mr. Crabtree, who’s old a
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I spot him as we come into the Music Theory lab. He’s standing around like the rest of the class, waiting for Megan to show up. I can’t believe I missed him before – Graham’s presence is causing ripples amongst the girls of o
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Next thing I know, the alarm clock on the windowsill is blaring out the time. 6:30 AM on a Monday morning. Great. Laura groans from the other side of the room and rolls over in her sheets. My hand fumbles out of the bed, grop
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Sunday mornings are different at Firestone, too. We have chapel from 8:00 – 10:00, after which most of us either go back to bed or do laundry and homework. Everybody has to attend chapel because that’s when the faculty takes
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The BBQ is as wild as I remember. The middle-schoolers are chasing each other around out on the farther fields. Why they’re bothering to run when we do enough of it four days a week, I don’t know. The high-schoolers, meanwhil
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The rest of the week went by pretty fast after that, but I think I was in a state of shock. You know ,because of Dani’s absence. On Saturday, which is our free day, I slept in and woke up around 10:30. The quad’s pretty quiet
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“Ugh, look what crawled in here and died!” someone says in disgust. “Oh, my mistake – it’s just Isirlyn.”1
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Assembly is a nightmare. Half the school body are zombies (guess which half? Yup – the rich ones), and half of us are bored to death with Principal Myers’ speech. What is WITH this woman? Her face is splotted with orange spot
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By dinnertime, I’ve collected a number of scraps and fragments about what’s happened over the summer, and even what’s happened since people got off the bus. Brigette Svenson is in my building and thus on my floor, but she’s o
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