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Amanda Rolapp - Status: Member
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SakuraThe wind whipped past her, pulling her hair behind her, making her skirt flutter around her. Slowly, the small pink petals fell from the near by cherry tree and she watched the float to them ground, a solemn look on her face. The clouds moved in overhead, the sky growing dark and gloomy. There would soon be rain, but she did not move from her spot. She only looked up at the falling blossoms. “Doushite…” she gently whispered, the wing carrying her words away. Her love… he’d left her. “Doushite,” she whispered again. Tears fell silently from her eyes. It had been a day just like this when everything she lovedSakura
in Perspectives on 11/18/05
AloneAlone. That’s the only word that entered his mind as he sat in the still and quiet room. ‘Why am I alone? What have I done? Has it all been a lie? A way to get what was wanted from me and then throw me away?’ The longer he sat there, the deeper into the depression he slipped. He had come home and the place was devoid of all sound. He had searched everywhere for his lover, but to no avail. He was alone and the thought frightened him to his very core. ‘Was it me? Did I do something wrong? Was it really all a lie?’ “NO!” he yelled out bitterly to the darkness. “IT’S NOT TRUE!” His heart, though beaten, would not give up hope. HiAlone
in General Romantic Fiction on 11/18/05
Angel of DeathShe stood on the open battlefield, a pile of bodies strewn around her. She had a self-satisfied smirk on her face, the blood dripping from her blade. “Humph. Weaklings. How dare you defy me?” Her blond hair, stained with blood red streaks, glistened in the afternoon sun. Kicking aside a stray helmet, she sat down on one of the many piles and dug out a cigarette from her side pouch, placing it between her lips and lighting it. She inhaled deeply on the cylindrical object, and surveyed the scene that lay before her. So many dead men, so many innocent souls that had thrown themselves to death at her feet, though it had not always been this way fAngel of Death
in General Fiction on 11/17/05
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- EmailBunnyMoon@gmail.com
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- Current Age: 23
- Current Residence: Lake Stevens, Wa, USA
- Interests: Anime, Manga, Drawing, Writing, RPing
- Favourite movie: Lord of the Rings
- Favourite band or musician: Kazuma Kodaka, Morning Musume, Gackt, Etc.
- Favourite genre of music: JPop
- Favourite game: Final Fantasy
- Favourite gaming platform: Playstation 2
- Favourite cartoon character: Shindou Shuichi/ Tsukino Usagi
- Personal Quote: Life is not for the faint of heart
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Moved to sheezy.
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We should take care not to make the intellect our god; it has, of course, powerful muscles, but no personality. -Albert Einstein
Yes Clancy! My existential shell IS filled with the dreams of wild chipmunks! Thank you for asking! -Chef Brian
Here's the link I'm talking about...
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GAwd that's so friggin embarassing><
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"If redrawing a pose from any source is Art Theft then consider yourself to be a total IDIOT. Watch out for FANART."
Hopes to see you soon,
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