Quotes added on Saturday, May 26 2012
WANTED:
A country boy with small town
morals. Handsome and sweet. Wears cowboy boots and good-smelling
cologne. Likes driving fast and kissing slow. Treats a girl nice
and has respect. Knows the difference in right and wrong. A boy
who will never use me and will always treat me right. A boy who
will cuddle and sleep in with me. Who will kiss me goodnight and
kiss me good morning. He doesn't have to be there all the
time... just sometimes. He can be crazy, cause I'm kinda
crazy too. He doesn't have to be perfect, just perfect for me.
DO NOT ERASE THE FORMAT CREDIT OR MAKE IT INVISIBLE© format by: br0kenwings
My life is in pieces, all the time. And they just keep breaking, and as soon as I fix one, another one goes down.
Loved you
once,
Love
you Still;
Always
have
Always
will.♥
Format by Sandrasaurus
THERE'S A DIFFERNCE.
Things to do
1) Dig a hole
2) Name the hole "hole"
3) Watch people fall in holes
SPiRiT
chapter 1
It took me a few minutes to realize it was my own bedroom. The posters of my favorite pop stars, picture of my friends and all my trophies from thousands of track meets were gone. So was my desk, and all of my clothes. I pulled myself to sit up, and my body felt as light as a feather. Did I pass out? I didn't feel sick or nauseous.
A clock with blinking red numbers read 8:35am on a table beside me. It was obviously morning. Finally, i got myself to stand up. I was hit with an extreme dizziness before i could catch my balance, but i used a stack of boxes beside me to help me stay on my feet. Once again, i scanned my eyes around what I thought was my room. The curtains were closed, keeping out the bright sunlight. The room smelled musty and dirty, as if no one had even laid foot in it for a year. The door was cracked slightly open, with a sliver of light illuminating a corner of the room. Making my way towards the door was the hardest part. Even though it was only a few feet away, I kept tripping over things like I hadn't ever used my feet before. I walked down the hallway of my house, but something was off. All of the my families personal items were gone, even the molding where I marked my height every year had been painted over. For a second I considered that I had just woken up from a coma and my family just left me here. Pft, that sounded so stupid. Then, I was afraid i lost my memory. I still knew my name, my age, my phone number-- it was all still there in my brain. So, if I hadn't changed, what happened to the world around me?
hey guys! i started writing this story a while ago but lost interest in it. I completely redid all the chapters and im adding more now. hope you enjoy! and dont forget to comment :)
Sometimes I think I have capgras
delusion
It s a disorder where the individual believes that a friend or
family member has been abducted and replaced by an impostor
(who looks identical to them)
Hi, I'm Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimsdale Dimmadome.
