

Dreams, yo "Hey..."Dreams, yo
This little encounter began with a young man fast asleep in a peaceful slumber. Unfortunately for him, this did not last very long.
"...Hey..."
This strange yet angelic voice echoed faintly in his ear. He had no idea where it was coming from.
"...Hey...!"
He groggily awoke, finding himself in his bed and under the covers where he usually wakes up every morning. As he faintly pushed the covers


Calavera, yoMidnight approaches On a holiday quite atrocious For that night the mischievous scamps Tricked and treated throughout the landCalavera, yo
From his cottage the old man sneered As the children drew near Carrying buckets full of candy "My, don't they look dandy!
PEH!" He scoffed with scorn "Tonight, they will mourn Of the day they threw that baseball And shattered my every vase. D'AW!
Those children fill me with dismay! But tonight, they will pay!" He turned to his table and snickered As he grabbed his candy-filled wicker
"Ding-dong!"


Gwely Mernans***It is strongly encouraged that you read the comment box first before continuing. It is for your benefit I should think.***Gwely Mernans
It was a beautiful sunny evening. The trees were blossoming all over alongside the streets of a quaint little neighborhood, which bustled with friendly folk who went about their daily lives. A middle-age woman tended to her garden, a man walked his Doberman pincher across the street, teenage rascals played basketball outside their garage door, and a young boy flew his box kite high above. A gentle breeze was blowing, not too strong, but just strong enough to push some o


THE HORRORS OF FREEWRITING pt2 I'm the last man on Earth, have been for the last eight years, so you can imagine my surprise when I awoke one morning to a knock at the door. Startled and dumbfounded by this predicament, not to mention pretty ticked off because I thought this unwanted knocking on my door unexpectedly crap ended eight years ago, I walked towards the door and opened it, only to discover a squirrel on my doorstep. "Oh hey there little guy," I cooed, "what're you doin', huh? Such a cute fuzzy liaAAAAA GET IT OFF GET IT OFF ME OH GOD IT'S DIGGING INTO MY SKULL HOW CAN OW MAH BRAIJAKABIBBLergaboinkafichdurrr." I collapsed to the flooTHE HORRORS OF FREEWRITING pt2
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Artists today think of everything they do as a work of art. It is important to forget about what you are doing.. then a work of art may happen.
-Andrew Wyeth
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