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Camping has been canceled due to the lack of resources.

If anyone has any ideas of something we can do together that'll only take 1 day instead of a whole weekend, please comment ur ideas.

Sorry for the inconvience.

And now for a short story.

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Angela

Some stories can be defined as life inspiring, others can make you laugh, cry, or can pass by you like any old bit of news that perchance you receive. Being a writer not only means that you have to amaze people, but it means that you actually have to leave something behind; something everyone will remember.
My wife didn’t agree, of course – well, I don’t think it could actually be considered disagreeing as opposed to completely refusing. Two years into our marriage and I had already gone through a mid-life crisis, as she called it, anyway. Sacking my job as a corporate ladder-climber, I devoted my life to writing, a passion only having been recently explored after reading one of my old high school issues of, The Catcher in the Rye, by J.D Salinger.
I’ll admit, life was tough, but I was stubborn. A passion burned inside of me that couldn’t be refused; there were times when I wouldn’t even sleep or bathe for days. Ideas flooded my head as I tried desperately to reach out and clasp them – the problem was I’d catch too many. Idea after idea would come out, all unfinished. I’d begin a deal with a publisher but never meet deadlines. My wife became ever more discouraged when she was forced to take on two jobs – it looked as if having a kid was going to have to wait a few years.
Four years passed and I was only able to do odd jobs here and there. An article or two every so often would keep us going – but just barely. Promise after promise I uttered: one day we’d be rich, one day my book would be known nation-wide, one day we wouldn’t have to live off Kraft Dinner.
My wife lived through it all; everyday she’d come home really late at night dead tired. I’d still be awake, of course, staring at the computer screen as if in a trance. At first she tried to catch my attention, little more then a mumble was all she’d receive. It got to the point where she’d just go straight to bed. Why she put up with me, I’ll never know.
Finally it seemed like I hit a point of breaking, an idea, so grand, that it would rock the world to be forever remembered. A tale of love and adventure, about a girl strong-willed and awe-inspiring, about a girl named, Angel.
I was so excited that when my wife came home from work I ran up to her with a great big hug. Finally, I told her, I’d make us rich, finally, I said, I’d treat her like a queen. But she didn’t believe me. Her eyes seemed to see past me, a smile marked her face but it was a tired one.
Yeah sure, honey, that’s great – tell me about it in the morning.
But the morning was too far away; so all-night we stayed up, me ranting on and on about how great Angel would be, how great everything would be once I had finished writing. I didn’t even notice when dawn hit through the curtains of are small grungy apartment, I didn’t notice until it hit my wife’s pale unconscious face.
The doctors said it was cancer, they said treatment had to start immediately. With no money, I was finally forced to get a job, make my way through life as my wife had. When I wasn’t working I was with her, we spent more time together than we’d ever did since we got married. The days wore on but she only got weaker, as did my heart, lingering on her dying breath.
It was the first time in years that I’d seen our family, but no one spoke. Anger pooled around me, anger and sadness, but I couldn’t care less. My life was ruined, shattered, thrown to bits by my so called passion, by my so-called gift that would make my wife and I the happiest people in the world.
As soon as I got home my PC was the first place I went to, not intending to write, but intending to delete every shard of my past, every word I had ever written. And that’s when I noticed; every document, every story all had the same theme: a strong-willed girl who faced the hardships of her world, well, in one-way or another. And in every tale the girl would be named after a form, or translation of, angel. My wife’s name was Angela. All that time, I had been thinking about her, every moment, and every word, had been an expression of my fascination for the woman whom I had been lucky enough to spend every day with. Her strength, her fortitude, her undying devotion and love, had inspired me so much that it became my main focus for my work.
I couldn’t erase it, not the only thing that was left of her. Instead I returned to my state of solitude and worked away day and night. This time, I wouldn’t give up.
When the story was complete I immediately called up my publisher, plans were made, and a meeting was set. They loved the story; in fact they raved about it; that made me happy, everyone would know about my angel.
My heart managed to continue beating through the process time; the time it took to get the book out onto market. Those days are a blur to me; those days don’t seem to have existed.
The book is a huge success, massive one, in fact, and I am very delighted, but only to the extent of which a dying man could ever be. With the money I receive from my successes, I would like it to be divided among my wife’s family and mine. The only amount that shouldn’t be divided should be used to buy a lovely park, in order to name it after my beautiful Angela.
And so is my will as I pass onto my slow and agonizing death, one that I hope can even barely scratch what my angel wife experienced.


Love,

Jonathan

hi

XD hi just a change in topic...


wow for once i haf nothing to do/dont know what to do!!!!

ahh! lol


done reading FB...wondering what my next obession will be *snicker snicker* read blackcat first chapter but wasnt TOO interested.....

=)

ne suggestions?!

decided to post this...wat do u guys think? is it good? can u believe i wrote it years ago? XD

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He sits in a sheltered room (sheltered because it’s dark), plain and simple with a dresser, a bed, a mirror and white teddy bear on a chair in a corner. Rain beats on the window, the curtain open, letting in streetlight from the city below; so deep that the rain disappears into its gaps. His hands tremble on his lap, pale from lack of light, but copper coloured by nature, his eyes stare at them, looking not at their scars, but at what caused them. His eyes are dark and soft, a brown that would once before been comfort, but now only allowed others to look at with pity. His hair is messed up and even darker then it normally is because of the night, cut just above his ears, but in a style most 17-yr olds wear. He is only wearing pants, as he had been sleeping, the covers unordered and havocked. Dreams taunt his mind every hour, as illusions leap into his vision during day and night.
How do I know this? Because I’d spent enough time watching him, practically since his childhood, when it all started. Who am I? I wonder if that really matters, as I’m not even sure myself. All I know is that I think, feel, and follow this kid everywhere he goes. I had dumped my identity long ago, and I bet right now you’re wondering if this story is about me, or the guy on the bed I’m describing. Let me give you a visual: I’m the bear on the chair. All white and cuddly, with a red ribbon around my head and dress, brown crystal eyes and a button nose that if you ask me sticks out too far and a mouth that never opens; oh yeah, hell of a life. But I did my job, I watched him like I was supposed to, comfort him as he squeezed me tight. Sometimes, especially during that time, I wondered if he could just be a man and find a whore to cuddle with throughout the night, but then I remembered the shit he had gone through and thought that a one-night stand wasn’t what he needed. He needed a teddy bear. And I was his teddy bear.

Let me start from the beginning, as I find it more interesting to start from there and I’m sure you’d understand a heck of a lot more if that’s where I started. It was…around the year when the Earth Alliance (E.A) was in its peak of power, uniting the Home (Earth) and its ‘commonwealth’, which included space stations and colonized hunks of rock as far as the solar system Dorian’s Plain (and that’s far, dude). There were five solar systems in total, including the Milky Way. You could imagine that many colonized stations that were far felt very separate from the Earth Alliance, and frankly, no officials usually went places as far as Dorian’s Plain (about once every five years), so the people had a lot of freedom to do whatever they wanted. Dorian (as everyone referred to Dorian’s Plain as) became the starting point for a new race of humans, on a planet called, EreYereEs, or otherwise known as, “EYE”, the name in itself proved that this planet was becoming very ‘alien’. But who could blame them? They had completely different resources from the solar systems closer to the Home, mainly because of the fact that the E.A. didn’t send any supplies, or information about the alliance to the Dorian solar system.
Well, the Earth Alliance did blame them, especially when the discovery of ‘aliens’ did come to being: the Aertrez. By nature, (as I presume anyone would think) the Aertrez believed humans to be greedy whinemps (which was their word for what humans might call pigs) and demanded that they stopped colonizing because they had enough space taken up as it was (too true, dude.) The alien group also wanted to start colonizing on hunks of rock that were already occupied by humans, not planning to kick them out. That seemed reasonable, except the E.A didn’t agree with that, (they didn’t even like EYE) and in effect a war started. EYE didn’t want to take part in the war and they found that this was a great opportunity to break away from E.A. They made it very clear to the commanders of E.A that they would officially break away and would not take part in the war (even though it turned out their solar system was one of the major fronts for the E.A). This caused major commotion in each Solar System. The E.A started shitting their pants at the thought that they couldn’t use EYE as one of their major defences. So, plans came to action to invade EYE in hopes of using it, but whenever a carrier went to investigate EYE’s situation, they’d never come back.
‘Course I couldn’t care less about the war at the time. I remember sitting on a bench at a docking station, Juos, orbiting Jupiter. The station was used for trade and supplies, since Jupiter wasn’t very far from Earth, it could get supplies from there, and at the same time made a good distance for anyone entering the solar system to get supplies. I couldn’t remember anything about myself, just that I was sitting there, as enormous amounts of people passed me at every second. I was rather impressed by their diversity, even though E.A seemed to be pretty strict about that, but then again, Home itself was very diverse, I guessed that it was only when someone rejected the Home, that E.A got irritated. I remember seeing, out of all the people, a little boy around the age of seven. He was cute, I must admit, still is too, but what really caught my attention was that he was looking at me. The curiosity was there, and I began to wonder if the brown haired, copper-skinned woman would let him come to me.
“Come Aisling, your father is waiting,” the woman said to the boy as she urged him forward.
No, no! Come towards me!
“But Ma-
“Aisling, let’s go,” she continued, and for some reason my worry grew. Worried that I would never be noticed again. All these people walked by, but this boy was the only one that ever noticed me.
I began to use all the force I could to be noticed. I focused my eyes on the boy until I thought they would shatter, but the boy could do nothing to persuade the woman. I began to feel something like a heart squeezing and I didn’t understand why, but I knew the more the chance grew that the boy wouldn’t stay, the worse it got.
“Terra! Terra! Is that you?” came a voice from the crowd. A woman separated from the mass of people and came toward the woman with the boy. They embraced and began chatting.
This is your chance!
The woman had let go of the boy’s hand and I saw him stare at me with curious eyes. I could feel anxiety, staring at him with sparkling eyes, the light splashing into them. My red ribbon was nice and neat, my skirt and blouse brand new, making me look rather spiffy if I do say so myself. But the kid took his damn time, looking back and forth between his mom and I. He started too bite his lip nervously as he stepped forward…one foot at a time.
He’s cute!
My eyes lit up. (I now wonder how much more they could light up…I mean they were light enough, dude.) Each step was slow, but he eventually made his way towards the bench I was on, nibbling his lip.
My anxiety grew, the tightness continuing in my chest. The boy was in front of me, looking at me with big soft eyes.
“Hi,” he said and bit his lip again before continuing. “My name is Aisling, but you can call me Ai.”
It was a cute name, but thank Home he didn’t ask me for mine, ‘cause I didn’t know it.
There was a sudden silence that flooded over the boy and I, as if instead of the world not noticing only me, he was now not noticed also. But we both noticed one another and I decided from then on that I’d go everywhere he went; no one else.
The boy slowly reached out and gripped my arm gently. The sound of everyone else was still muted, only the boy’s touch, only his awareness of me existed in our space. I continued to stare into his soft eyes, even as he said: “Teddy bear.”
I couldn’t help but be surprised.
What’s a teddy bear?
I figured he probably knew better than me, as I couldn’t even see myself and didn’t even know what I looked like.
Then everything just came back into focus and instead of lots of people walking around there were lots of people running like crazy. People were screaming and sirens were going off as flames fed on everything and everyone. Tongues of red, orange, blue and at times, white flame, licked their prey in one huge gulp.
The boy whimpered and wrapped his arms around me for comfort, but the sight was horrible, chaotic, and indescribable. I even noticed the woman the boy was with, she was the many that hadn’t avoiding burning and she fell to the ground in a heap of flame.
“Aisling…” she mumbled, but it seemed to echo around Ai and I.
I couldn’t help but see the fire as a beautiful thing, but Ai didn’t. His soft eyes saw everything, taking it in, and becoming unclean. He gripped on to me as if I was a lifeline, but I knew what to do. I knew he wouldn’t last long there and luckily someone made that clear for me.
“Hey, kid!” came a rough voice, as a hand grabbed Ai’s shoulder. “Get out of here! Come on, follow me!”
It was hard to hear his voice; sounds reached us from every direction.
~ (missing piece)
Ai’s pace slowed as clanking sounds, ship smells, and people surrounded us in a frenzy of organized panic. The man in front of us gave out orders, encouragement, and led Ai forward, not stopping for anything. Ai didn’t pay attention to our surroundings, often bumping into people, but I could see the ship from my rear view.
It was a very clean ship, with orderly dressed crewmembers; none of them looked unhealthy or dirty. They got around in a neat and orderly fashion, not panicking, but still able to get around quickly. They were probably rushing to stop the fire, I heard talk of an air vent exploding, running through grid A of the station.
Terrorism…? I heard some question as they sped by.
“In here,” I heard the man say, “Just stay here. I’ll be back in a while.”
I saw the man head away; the corridor we were in was suddenly empty and quiet. The man had copper hair and a fair build-he wore the suit of a captain.
I was sat down on a soft bed in a plain room with only the essentials: compartments for personals, and a separate chamber for toilet and shower.
Ai stood still like a statue and clenched his fists. His eyes suddenly began to fill with tears and with my horror he flung himself to the ground and started crying. It was so powerful and painful, making me shiver all over.

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what's this pain?

it's caused from days of the same emotion, eating away from me? i live through the day, not realizing until evening is still that something's missing.

i've been waiting, for something to happen, but it's not. i'm afraid.

where are you? this world is so vast, a person so dear to me and yet, it seems, i never held on tight enough. now...all communication with you is lost to me...what will it take? do i really have to go over there myself?

where did you go? u dissapeared without a trace. is this from neglect? on my part? on yours?...or when i talk to u will u laugh at me, and tease me, for over-worrying?

where are you michelle?

can anyone help me? does anyone know her number? i have it, but no one ever answers, the answer machine is not her mom like usual...i heard she would be moving but but...not without telling me the new number!

i will search...until i can find you again. maybe im over-worrying, maybe this will all be laughed at in the future. but i dont ever want to lose, my precious friend......

obession

*O*

NOOOOOO...~~ i cant find chapter 64!! itz ruined where i tried to download it from!

THE INSANITY!

*forced to read chapter 65* now i dunno wat happened?!? wat momiji got beat up?!? huh? tohru too!! wAh? why is akito there?

akito is a GOD?:

well makes more sense then the bird thing...why would a BIRD b in charge ne way

so i was right about uo-chan's bf being the bird! WOOT go me!

but chapter 64~~~ *sigh* *whines*

a well....maybe 1 day when i haf shit loads of money ill buy all the manga!!!! ALL OF FRUITS BASKET!

and be broke!


lol

ne way i must read MOREEEEE~~~