Third Story: A kindly witchThe snow melted away into rivulets of water, gushing into sidewalk storm drains. Spring was in the air, and the city became dank and wet. Three weeks easily passed by after Kay’s disappearance. No one noticed his departure; it was simply as if he had never existed. At school, another student quietly filled his desk. After the first week, the teacher gradually stopped calling his name, and eventually it was taken off the roster completely. People assumed he had moved or run away. No one came looking for him.Third Story: A kindly witch
“He’s dead,” Gerda told herself. “Dead, and gone. No point in hanging on to useless memories.”
Second Story: A chance meetingTime passed by. From the remains of the shattered mirror frame, there grew a city that continually spewed smoke and smog, as if it was forever puffing enjoyably on a particularly fine cigar. Although the city was young, it was already grimed and filthy as if the whole place was already on its last legs.Second Story: A chance meeting
In this city, there lived a girl named Gerda. She was a very plain and ordinary girl in all respects, from her rounded face to her stoic half-lidded gaze. She waited everyday at the same bus stop for the same school bus that always arrived on time. She had spent her whole life in this monochromatic city, with its black buildings,
First Story: the MirrorThe First Story: of a Mirror, and a BeginningFirst Story: the Mirror
Now then, let us begin. When we are at the end of the story, we shall know more than we know now: but to begin.
In the beginning, there was a mirror. No one can say for sure where it came from or who created it—people only knew of its loveliness, for whoever stood in front of the mirror was immediately entranced by what they see. Even the devil was charmed by this wonderful reflector.
One day, a young devil boy brought it back down with him into the depths of hell, where he refashioned the mirror to his own liking.
Now, the beautiful mirror refle
Vanilla Lace
i'm finally on your page! XD
teheehee ^_____^
"Favourite band or musician: The Spill Canvas, Elvis Costello, Hydrogen Party lol"
Hydrogen Party!!! they were pretty awesome
woww, those good times from soph/junior yrs of high school...
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~Note to self:
I miss you terribly.
This is what
we call a tragedy.
Come back to me,
Come back to me,
To me.~
I wish you a Merry Christmas as well~
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I'm ~Xydan, number 82, in =Org-infinity!
And a participant of the aspiring OC battle club, ~MAN1AC111
To-do list...
[ ] Fanart
[ ] Return
[ ] ~Xydan Halloween, Atlantica, Timeless R.
[ ] Practice
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Pick your poison:
[link] or [link]
Don't talk shit unless you're prepared to eat it.
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MEWAHAHAH! I aM THE HEIR TO THE THROWN OF HELL!!!!!!! FEAR ME MORTALS!!!!!!!! na...im just ganna take over and kill u ppl that hurt the poor inocent trees and animal
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