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Goth Girl, Part 5The weekend came to an end too quickly. I had to wake up again on Monday and head off to school. I managed to see a bright side, though. I was getting to know some people, the girl that I was strangely attracted to would actually talk and laugh with me, and the guy that seemed to like me was pretty cool. Jessica, Allan, and I all managed to sit together first period. We talked and laughed and got in trouble a few times. I was starting to believe our English teacher had it in for me. My other classes went by at their normal and slightly boring pace, but when lunch came around, I could barely hide my excitement, though iGoth Girl, Part 5


Plumbing: Character Bio, AndieBasics Name: Andie Age: 17 Gender: Female, kinda Sexuality: Unsure Religion: AgnosticPlumbing: Character Bio, Andie
Appearance Height: 57 Weight: 150 Build: Athletic Hair: Dirty blonde, short and spiked Eyes: Green Complexion: Pale slightly tanned Tattoos/Piercings: Ears and right eyebrow pierced Defining Features: One earlobe is ripped from a fight; her second piercing was done higher, ever-changing hair Clothing: Medium colors; tasteful, not too revealing
Personality Likes: Rock, skateboarding, cursing, video games Dislikes: Countr


Suicide: A Short Story Thousands of feet above the floor of the Grand Canyon, I sneak past the fence, walk to the edge, and stare down. I think about jumping, about stepping off the edge and ending it all as a painless splatter below. It would be easy. Easier than the half dozen other ways I had tried. Pills dont work because people always find you before your heart finally stops. A gun is only possible if your parents are hunters or conservatives. I would slit my throat, but I dont want to drown, I would hang myself if not for the obvious flaws I would encounter, and I would tape my nose and mouth shut if I werSuicide: A Short Story


Goth Girl, Part 4Allan was a pretty cool guy. He had a nice laugh, gave good hugs, and had this passion for life that I had never seen before. Optimism was an understatement. We played pool that night. I guess surprises werent his forte. I kicked his ass pretty hard, but I had a feeling he was letting me. It bugged me because I knew I could beat him even if he was trying, but I didnt say anything since it was amusing to see him try to play it off. The next day I woke up early (early for a weekend) and rode my bike around town. I felt a little more comfortable now and I wanted to know where all the shops and hangout spots were. IGoth Girl, Part 4


Chapter 2, IcarusSo, explain this to me one more time? said Icarus, setting the kettle down on the stove. He turned back to Cheryl and her strange guest, eyeing them both in turn. The spirit guide watched his looks. Cheryl had done little in the way of explaining who Icarus was on the car ride over. She had simply said youll understand when you meet him. So far he didnt. Icarus was a tall young man, who probably wasnt much older then Sarah. He had short, dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He was off a larger build, with sChapter 2, Icarus


Nine days revisedCheryl held her head, crying as she had been for the last few hours. Somebody was knocking on the door. Somebody had been knocking on the door for the past five minutes. She didnt care much for the noise. She didnt care much for anything. All she could care about was her daughter lying on the couch. She wasnt moving still. Hadnt been moving ever since the attack. Her husband was standing in the kitchen staring at the pictures on the fridge. He hadnt move either, just stared on into nothing. ExcuseNine days revised
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It's like I'm being fucked by a weed whacker. Slowly. Repeatedly...
by *Tamyra
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