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Hobbies & Interests => Anything Goes => Topic started by: sunrain on August 07, 2013, 01:47:06 PM
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I will write a short story about you. Please list three things you would like to have in your story.
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I will write a short story about you. Please list three things you would like to have in your story.
Fishing, Credit Card, Blood.
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I will write a short story about you. Please list three things you would like to have in your story.
Do me too!
1) A beautiful girl. 2) A survival situation. 3) Zombies
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Love, country, honor
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I shall keep this thread PG rated...
Flowers, vintage and cuddles.
Ua tsaug in advance
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Rhymes, self sacrifice, villain
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Whirlwind romance, international travel, growing old
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Fishing, Credit Card, Blood.
Redemption stood still gazing the kingdom above him. Unable to resolve his own problems, he's been drowning his mind by the silent creek for weeks. This time, he held a brown bag on his hand. Inside this bag, he pulled out his answers one by one and tossed them into the water.
Weeks has now turned to months. Redemption has no more answers. He has nothing. Not one drop of red cell could redeem his pride. "Why," was the only word he could think of and is the only word that he ever speaks of.
Ever changing blooms turned to fallen leaves flew by quickly. A boy walked by with a bucket and spotted the old man across the creek. He rolled up his pants to his knee and slowly crossed the silent shallow creek. He seated himself next to the old man.
"Boy, whatcha doin' out here?" asked Redemption. "To bring you this bucket," said the boy, handing it over.
Redemption shoved the bucket back to the boy without a glance. "I don't need no damn bucket. Shoot along and tell your daddy I ain't got time for toys..." he snorted.
"Actually...dad didn't tell me to come out here. He's too busy doing work," said the boy with a frown.
"As if I didn't know that already," Redemption retorted. "He's always too damn busy with his work. After all these years, it's still more work."
Without much hesitation, the boy took out a plastic bag filled with dried-wrinkle torn pieces of paper stained with somewhat smeared and faded ink. Next, a plastic bag zipped with a silver ring. Finally, the boy took out a plastic bag filled with unreadable magnetic strips.
"I wanted to bring you these..." said the boy.
Rolling his eyes over, Redemption quickly snatched the plastic bag zipped with the silver ring as his mind began to flood away with memories.
"Dad always said he knew how much you loved grandma before she left," said the boy as he was sorting through the dried wrinkle paper. "Dad found that ring in this creek and look here..we also found these. Dad told me these are the little papers that shows the number of how much you gave to build a better life for grandma and dad..." The boy picked up the last plastic bag. "I'm not sure what these are, but I found them in this creek thinking they were tadpoles on the first day dad took me fishing here. I think I can glue these together and build a house for my racing cars."
Without much thought, Redemption grabbed the last plastic bag from the boy and tossed it into the creek as it flowed away. "Boy, you will never ever be able to build a house for your racing cars with those." He got up, slipped the silver ring on his finger, and looked up to the kingdom. "Pick up your bucket...let's go and get some woods. Grandpa will show you how to build a better home for those racing cars."
As they walked away, Redemption looked away to wipe the few tears rolling down the the side of his cheeks.
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I await the next story. :D ;D
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You're a great writer, sunrain. I enjoyed reading that heartfelt story. :)
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Redemption stood still gazing the kingdom above him. Unable to resolve his own problems, he's been drowning his mind by the silent creek for weeks. This time, he held a brown bag on his hand. Inside this bag, he pulled out his answers one by one and tossed them into the water.
Weeks has now turned to months. Redemption has no more answers. He has nothing. Not one drop of red cell could redeem his pride. "Why," was the only word he could think of and is the only word that he ever speaks of.
Ever changing blooms turned to fallen leaves flew by quickly. A boy walked by with a bucket and spotted the old man across the creek. He rolled up his pants to his knee and slowly crossed the silent shallow creek. He seated himself next to the old man.
"Boy, whatcha doin' out here?" asked Redemption. "To bring you this bucket," said the boy, handing it over.
Redemption shoved the bucket back to the boy without a glance. "I don't need no damn bucket. Shoot along and tell your daddy I ain't got time for toys..." he snorted.
"Actually...dad didn't tell me to come out here. He's too busy doing work," said the boy with a frown.
"As if I didn't know that already," Redemption retorted. "He's always too damn busy with his work. After all these years, it's still more work."
Without much hesitation, the boy took out a plastic bag filled with dried-wrinkle torn pieces of paper stained with somewhat smeared and faded ink. Next, a plastic bag zipped with a silver ring. Finally, the boy took out a plastic bag filled with unreadable magnetic strips.
"I wanted to bring you these..." said the boy.
Rolling his eyes over, Redemption quickly snatched the plastic bag zipped with the silver ring as his mind began to flood away with memories.
"Dad always said he knew how much you loved grandma before she left," said the boy as he was sorting through the dried wrinkle paper. "Dad found that ring in this creek and look here..we also found these. Dad told me these are the little papers that shows the number of how much you gave to build a better life for grandma and dad..." The boy picked up the last plastic bag. "I'm not sure what these are, but I found them in this creek thinking they were tadpoles on the first day dad took me fishing here. I think I can glue these together and build a house for my racing cars."
Without much thought, Redemption grabbed the last plastic bag from the boy and tossed it into the creek as it flowed away. "Boy, you will never ever be able to build a house for your racing cars with those." He got up, slipped the silver ring on his finger, and looked up to the kingdom. "Pick up your bucket...let's go and get some woods. Grandpa will show you how to build a better home for those racing cars."
As they walked away, Redemption looked away to wipe the few tears rolling down the the side of his cheeks.
Sunrain, that was awesome! Thanks!
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Do me too!
1) A beautiful girl. 2) A survival situation. 3) Zombies
“Mr. Voodoo…I found the pail of goo you’ve been asking for,” said B. Gnam rushing through the rib cage doors.
“Ahhh…yes…yes…I forgot about that…” mumbled Mr. Voodoo as he continue to peer through the magnifying glass. “Now if I only add this…yes…yes...”
Stepping towards the lab desk, B. Gnam accidently spilled the pail of goo over the latest documentation of Mr. Voodoo’s experiment. Quickly scooping every drop back into the pail to the clear the surface of the desk, he notices initials written at the end of the page as he wiped off the last drop of goo.
N.M. V.
“There you are,” said Mr. Voodoo in a high voice. “Why, is that the pail of goo?”
“Yes, I sort--a…spilled it…but, every drop should be here, sir,” B. Gnam confirmed.
Mr. Voodoo took the pail and scooped a handful of goo, then slowly sprinkled it across the white covered. “That should do it…in any minute now!”
The rib cage door burst opened. Echoing through the Hall of Spooks were sounds of unfamiliar enchantments. Gust of strong wind knocked wicked potions and layers of webby across the laboratory.
“What is th—thisss…” shouted Mr. Voodoo as the vines of life tangles and repressed him against his will.
B.Gnam rushed to the lab bed and quickly grabbed the covered body into his fragile cracked arms.
“Gnammm…how DARE you lead the likes of the living into this world? Do you not know the cost you’ve just caused?”
“You’ve fool me to thinking this is what life is after death…” cried B. Gnam . “This is not how it should be…even if this is against the rules of our world. I cannot let her take the last breath to be like this. I’ve changed the dry bone to goo,” said B. Gnam as he rushed out the door.
Under the gateway shadow soul tunnel of Necropolis, B. Gnam laid the covered body onto his lap.
“She does not have much time left,” spoke Nightshade, revealing himself.
“I always knew it was you – the living,” replied B. Gnam. Pulling the covers away, their laid the spirit of beauty in his once was life that has now gone to another. “She may be yours this time. When she returns, Broken-hearted Gnam will be waiting.”
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“Mr. Voodoo…I found the pail of goo you’ve been asking for,” said B. Gnam rushing through the rib cage doors.
“Ahhh…yes…yes…I forgot about that…” mumbled Mr. Voodoo as he continue to peer through the magnifying glass. “Now if I only add this…yes…yes...”
Stepping towards the lab desk, B. Gnam accidently spilled the pail of goo over the latest documentation of Mr. Voodoo’s experiment. Quickly scooping every drop back into the pail to the clear the surface of the desk, he notices initials written at the end of the page as he wiped off the last drop of goo.
N.M. V.
“There you are,” said Mr. Voodoo in a high voice. “Why, is that the pail of goo?”
“Yes, I sort--a…spilled it…but, every drop should be here, sir,” B. Gnam confirmed.
Mr. Voodoo took the pail and scooped a handful of goo, then slowly sprinkled it across the white covered. “That should do it…in any minute now!”
The rib cage door burst opened. Echoing through the Hall of Spooks were sounds of unfamiliar enchantments. Gust of strong wind knocked wicked potions and layers of webby across the laboratory.
“What is th—thisss…” shouted Mr. Voodoo as the vines of life tangles and repressed him against his will.
B.Gnam rushed to the lab bed and quickly grabbed the covered body into his fragile cracked arms.
“Gnammm…how DARE you lead the likes of the living into this world? Do you not know the cost you’ve just caused?”
“You’ve fool me to thinking this is what life is after death…” cried B. Gnam . “This is not how it should be…even if this is against the rules of our world. I cannot let her take the last breath to be like this. I’ve changed the dry bone to goo,” said B. Gnam as he rushed out the door.
Under the gateway shadow soul tunnel of Necropolis, B. Gnam laid the covered body onto his lap.
“She does not have much time left,” spoke Nightshade, revealing himself.
“I always knew it was you – the living,” replied B. Gnam. Pulling the covers away, their laid the spirit of beauty in his once was life that has now gone to another. “She may be yours this time. When she returns, Broken-hearted Gnam will be waiting.”
Loved it sunrain!
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Love, country, honor
An anguish discomfort trailed through Sleipnir’s body. He had always known for a long time that this would come. They have sustained it through so many years. It was hard to believe that it is now reality.
“Here,” said a stranger handing him a white soft tissue. “Don’t worry, you will be okay.”
Sleipnir took the tissue and snuck it in his pocket. Was he really going to be okay, he thought. He should be, after all he’s a grown man. Life was hard growing up. Fund raising for school was fun until the kids on the block stole the chocolates but he came out alive. He still managed to quit smoking thinking he would die if there was no more sipping. When accused of cheating, he pulled it through and was able to rekindle the love so dear. The thought of fatherhood was such a dreadful one without ever having a male figure but he made it through.
A warm hand clasped around his arm. “Sleipnir…are you okay?” a familiar feminine voice. “They are almost done.”
Sleipnir walked across the room pretending not to notice the negotiation between the influential members sitting at the table as it was all part of the ceremony. He had no control. All that needed to be said has already been said. It didn’t matter anymore because it was too late and today is the day.
The door opened as the day began to close down to the very last minute. Sleipnir took the last few steps to the woman of his thirty-five years of life and wiped away the moisture on her cheeks. He could see it in her soft aged eyes that she loved him. It was the eyes that could see through him in every aspect of his life. It was the eyes that had always watched him through the years, knew the meaning, and healed every scars and scrape on him. Whether Sleipnir liked it or not, he had to fill in the shoes that he was not ready for even if that means holding back his tears. He must entrust and honor the man behind her as the one to fulfill her happiness, to give her sight, and hold her hand during the times when the moon rises. Sleipnir looked to the man and confirmed that it was time to go. When the door closed, that was the end.
Sleipnir went into the back yard and started to water what was left of her presence.
“Hey…what are you doing out here?” said the familiar feminine voice he heard earlier. “Oh yeah, Mom’s been asking me to plant these…”
“It’s okay, I will do them,” Sleipnir trembled. He could not hold it in any longer and choked, “this -- her empire...life. Mom's always–out here—tending the garden just like us kids. It’s dying so—I —wanted to water it. It's time I keep it growing."
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Job well done... Sunrain..
I'm next... I can't wait to read my story.
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Thanks for the entertainment sunrain. :)
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Sunrain, ur a good writer. :)
A mountain, a woman, and a key.
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Hi stardust
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I shall keep this thread PG rated...
Flowers, vintage and cuddles.
Ua tsaug in advance
“It’s raining petals, again,” gasped Vinny. Picking up a few from the ground, she rushed down Coxcomb Avenue and up the bushy mud trail hill where the painted sunflower color house residence laid.
“STOP—what do you have there in your hands?” asked boO walking towards the entrance of the porch. “Open them up, now.”
“But I have to put them in the water so they can disappear up,” replied Vinny.
“Stop playing games with me,” said boO. “I don’t want any more tiny baby frogs jumping at me, spilling chips all over the couch like last time.” Closing her novel, boO flipped Vinny’s hand open with nothing inside. “Go and get ready for a bath.”
Dinner that night was very enjoyable. There were no tiny amphibians around the living room. Only great sitcom shows, tasty un-spilled caramel popcorn and on top of it, Vinny was occupied quietly with her Barbie and playhouse up until she was forced to go to bed.
“I still want to play house,” whined Vinny fixing the latest fashion on Barbie.
“You have school tomorrow,” confirmed boO. “—and I’m tired.”
“Can’t I play for ten more min—“
“No!”
boO snatched Barbie and toss it on the bed, then shuffle quickly to get Vinny ready to brush her teeth. Picking up all the dirty clothes on the floor, she walked around the room locating all the places to put away the books and toys when suddenly her eye shifted to the picture frame above the bookshelf. It was a picture of her father, mother with the bump of Vinny, and herself. She traced her eyes along the blue collar shirt to the pink tie, then to the white dress contouring to where her mother’s golden bracelet settled just above their locked hands.
“I’m done,” said Vinny as she was getting into bed.
boO put away the books and seated herself on the bed with Vinny tucked in.
“Can I sleep with Barbie?” asked Vinny.
“No, but Barbie can sleep with you,” laughed boO as she grabbed Barbie from the end of the bed. She tucked Barbie in next to Vinny and left the room.
The following morning, boO got up and dressed quickly as she did not hear her alarm came on at all. She rushed quickly to wake Vinny to which her bedroom was empty. Then she heard children’s laughter from below the stairs. boO went down the stairs in haste to get Vinny and check up on the neighbor’s children who often comes over to play their Fifty Cent Lemonade Shop by the front yard window. When she finally reached below, there were no children.
A vast colorful flower field of lilacs, gladiolus, hyacinth, peony, sweet peas and so much more painted itself in their living room reaching each and every corner. boO steady herself following the laughter in the air. Everything felt so real in every dimension. The scent of every living bloom brought such delightful pleasure that boO had forgotten about being late. As she walked through the passage of Lily of the Valleys, the laughter came to clarity. Behind a wooden garden gate with a hanging bell, there was a small pond with four small hands tossing petals. boO walked over and opened the gate.
“boO! BOO!”
“Vinny?” asked boO.
“What took you so long,” asked Vinny.
“Uh…”
“We’ve been playing here waiting for you,” said Vinny turning to her friend in the violet dress as she nodded her head. Vinny ran over to boO and held her hand. “She’s my big sister. Now that there are three of us, he won’t be able to chase us with them slimy.”
“Who’s he?” asked boO.
Jumping out from the small waterwheel station was a boy in a white collar shirt and green shorts holding a toad. Without much hesitation, he started chasing the girls around.
“Hey—hey, drop the toad and stop chasing!” demanded boO. The boy stopped and set the toad nicely on the ground and it hopped away. “Vinny, why are you here and where or what is this place?”
“Remember,” said Vinny as she cupped some plucked flower petals in her hands. “...look...” Vinny dropped the petals in the pond and a few seconds it disappeared.
The girl in the violet dress had just plucked some fresh petals and carried them to boO. As she laid down the delicate leaves of flowers, boO recognizes the yellow ornament on her wrist and began to lose her focus when the garden bell dings. The last thing she remembered was the engraving of Love Always.
boO woke up to the sound of her alarm with bright beam flashing through the window curtains. It was just a dream, boO thought. At least it wasn’t a nightmare. Feeling vaguely, boO slowly went down the stairs this time just to make sure it was real. All the furniture was in their place. She walked over to the kitchen to turn the coffee on when she heard children's laughter, then hurried to the front yard window topeeked out and saw the neighbor's children playing across the street. boO confirmed this was real. She hopped back up the stairs to which Vinny was already up walking into the bathroom.
“You woke up early,” said boO delightfully
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“The bell—“ said Vinny tiredly brushing her bangs away from her face.
“Huh?”
“I had a dream that we were playing with my friends,” replied Vinny still tired and scratching the side of her leg.
“We?” asked boO.
Vinny nodded her head and turned on the faucet. boO walked back into her room and decided to open the drawer where she kept all the special belongings. She took out the black jewelry box and opened it. Inside was the plain and simple golden bracelet that belonged to grandma which was passed down to her mother. There was nothing on the front of the bracelet. Flipping the bracelet around, in little small prints carved on the back, read❤ Mom & Dad.
“Are you gonna get ready?” a little voice spoke.
The side of boO’s lips curled, “I’m gonna call in sick.”
“Huh?” said Vinny confusingly as she's never heard this before from big sister.
“I said I’m going to call in sick and I’ll call your school as well. I think we should go out to stop by the toy shop today to see what Barbie has in store, then stop by the ice cream parlor, and maybe buy some flowers,” replied boO pleasantly.
Excitedly, Vinny's only reply was, “Okie…dokie…”
“Maybe you can show me how the petals disappear…up--” said boO rushing to tackle Vinny and crush her on the bed, tickled, and cuddle before the day beings.
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I have a question, sunrain. What made boO sentimental and want to spend the day with her little sister? I'm assuming both their parents are dead? And seeing the bracelet made her value the importance of spending time with her loved ones, thus forcing Vinny to skip school? Thanks for writing these stories. Btw, I know boO in real life and though she presents herself as a badass, she's really just as sentimental and soft like her character in this story. jk ;D Don't hurt me, boO.
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I have a question, sunrain. What made boO sentimental and want to spend the day with her little sister? I'm assuming both their parents are dead? And seeing the bracelet made her value the importance of spending time with her loved ones, thus forcing Vinny to skip school? Thanks for writing these stories. Btw, I know boO in real life and though she presents herself as a badass, she's really just as sentimental and soft like her character in this story. jk ;D Don't hurt me, boO.
Tsoooooovvvv tom... Why you gotta peel my egg like this for?
Sun rain : thanks for my story...
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I have a question, sunrain. What made boO sentimental and want to spend the day with her little sister? I'm assuming both their parents are dead? And seeing the bracelet made her value the importance of spending time with her loved ones, thus forcing Vinny to skip school? Thanks for writing these stories. Btw, I know boO in real life and though she presents herself as a badass, she's really just as sentimental and soft like her character in this story. jk ;D Don't hurt me, boO.
Hehe!
The story lack details. Sorry! I need more practice. However, for the most part, you did answer your question.
Assuming the parents had passed away is correct.
The "petals" raining and disappearing is like a communication. It was seen in the beginning by Vinny, demonstrated in the dream, and mentioned by boO at the end.
The bracelet is to represent the mother and the frog as the father.
boO had only realized that both Vinny and her had shared the same dream by the indication of the "bell." When boO saw Love Always in her dream and read the engraved on the actual bracelet ❤ Mom & Dad, boO realized they both had reunited with their parents in the dream.
Though it may seemed like Vinny was forced to miss school, it is not entirely true. She was excited and agreed after boO mentioned the things they may be doing for the day.
With boO's last dialogue was to represent the longing to reconnect with loved ones and also why they took the day off to have fun.
Does it make sense?
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Tsoooooovvvv tom... Why you gotta peel my egg like this for?
Sun rain : thanks for my story...
LOL...sorry boO...hope you liked the story even though there's much missing from it.
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LOL...sorry boO...hope you liked the story even though there's much missing from it.
Don't mind gnam and I, we tend to thab plaubing each other.
Great story... I love it!
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Tsoooooovvvv tom... Why you gotta peel my egg like this for?
Jk, you're the most hardcore mofo I know!
Hehe!
The story lack details. Sorry! I need more practice. However, for the most part, you did answer your question.
Assuming the parents had passed away is correct.
The "petals" raining and disappearing is like a communication. It was seen in the beginning by Vinny, demonstrated in the dream, and mentioned by boO at the end.
The bracelet is to represent the mother and the frog as the father.
boO had only realized that both Vinny and her had shared the same dream by the indication of the "bell." When boO saw Love Always in her dream and read the engraved on the actual bracelet ❤ Mom & Dad, boO realized they both had reunited with their parents in the dream.
Though it may seemed like Vinny was forced to miss school, it is not entirely true. She was excited and agreed after boO mentioned the things they may be doing for the day.
With boO's last dialogue was to represent the longing to reconnect with loved ones and also why they took the day off to have fun.
Does it make sense?
Oh I didn't catch that the frog represented the father and that both sisters shared the same dream. It's no fault of yours, I just have bad reading comprehension. ;D :'(
Everything makes sense now. Thanks for the explanation.
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Rhymes, self sacrifice, villain
My Dearest J,
I’ve pledge my life in this forever fight.
A deep dark fortress, I have built;
Consumed of cold iron bars and steels.
It is set afloat upon the wicked shimmers
Of my tainted soul and tales.
Belonging to the face of unknown,
I’ve traveled far into any and every zone.
Of tricks and games I love to play,
Casting sorrows and misery to every display.
Distress -all part of what makes me best.
Demolishment to your door, I’ve craved.
Summoning a thousand desires to conquer;
Putting your undoubting insightful light in the grave.
Latching this fire, I pierce your heart—mentally
Cracking the sacred shield in this dismay.
No cheer, no tears, not even a fear…
This battle-a bitter victory, so unfair…
Only memories of flashing gruesome mirrors;
They stare and peer through corners
With so much horrific lore of terrors.
Ashamed, now weary, a wreck—I am.
Pieces by pieces, this puzzle is too much to mend.
This time, losing sounds like a win.
Now leaving these bitter madness swift into ashes
Off these shadow shoulder and footed clashes.
Yours Faithfully,
son
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I will write a short story about you. Please list three things you would like to have in your story.
Christmas, California, & sour grapes.
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A heart shaped box, sea otters, and the letter B. Thank you.
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Looks like I will have to start again...
*let the engine begin....um... I have to find the sunrain start button...then the imagination start button...then the time start button...then the motivation start button...*
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Oh yeah, thanks for the poem yo. O0
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I will write a short story about you. Please list three things you would like to have in your story.
You can write that
1) I'm a dreamer but I'm not the only one
2) I'm wasting my time in the waiting line
3) What doesn't kill me only makes me stronger
;D