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"In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V."
 xKuujax · Tue Oct 24, 2006 @ 02:53pm · 2 Comments |
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Laurel felt a sudden and absolutely absurd desire to reach out and touch Nick's hair.
What's the matter with you? This little girl is probably dying, and you're wondering what his hair feels like! Quit it! How stupid can you be?
Well, let's see... Stupid enough to have been flying across the country to meet a man I first contacted through the personals column of a so-called friendship magazine. Stupid enough to have been planning to sleep with him if he turned out to be reasonably presentable... and if he didn't have bad breath, of course.
Oh, quit it! Quit it, Laurel!
Yes, the other voice in her mind agreed. You're absolutely right, it's crazy to be thinking things like that at a time like this, and I will quit it... but I wonder what Young Dr. Hopewell would be like in bed? I wonder if he would be gentle or-
Laurel shivered and wondered if this was the way your average nervous breakdown started.
x3; This amused me.
Greatly.
Stephen King portrays his characters beautifully, in my opinion. <3
xKuujax · Mon Oct 16, 2006 @ 05:30am · 2 Comments |
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Crimson bled from his pores, oculli buldged, the cold knife now plunged deep into his stomach. The loud sting of metal echoed across the dank, empty hall, blood now stained the plush white carpet. A simple life with a simple price. Funny, really.
Sapphire eyes sparkled with amusement, shimmering through the thick cloud of darkness. Silver buckles adorned rather fitting leather boots, worn upon the murderer's feet. They came up to just below the kneecap, fur lining the top rather nicely. A cackle emitted from rather wicked vocals, ringing through the hall with much satisfaction.
"Oh Arte, must you be so cold? Aaahahaha. No matter, anymore, that is, for you are dead." The murderer was obviously a female, voice being rather higher pitched than males.
Netted stockings rode higher up than that of the boots, coming up to about the woman's upper-thigh. Just below that of which, murderer's lacy indigo skirt fluffed out. White ribbons adorned it, tied about every three inches along the waist of the skirt. Upon the woman's chest was a tainted red corset, white lace tied at the pack, with white ruffles lining the curves at the top. Eyes were heavily lined with blackened kohl, mascara placed along each curled lash of her's. Hair was of a dark brunette hue, fading to black at the tips, and not coming anywhere past her shoulders. Female looked rather menacing, her previous actions did not help her image very much, either.
Arte was not dead, only completely immobalized. Sprawled out along the floor, he now bled fiercely, his body not being able to take much more of the pain. A whimper then came past his pale lips, as he struggled to his knees. "You, Fran, are the cold one," He muttered, his breathing now laboured and heavy. He hadn't much time to live now.
Fran, as Arte had referred to the woman as, curled her lip in scorn, before the back of her hand swiftly slapped across his cheek. "Insolent brat," She snorted, giving a bit of a sneer before turning to leave Arte for dead.
Eh.. Just a bit of a peek into the story I'm writing. x_x I'm not near finished, as I've only written the first few bits of it. Give me suggestions, if you'd like.
xKuujax · Tue Sep 12, 2006 @ 12:24am · 1 Comments |
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<3:
Friends
Anime
Pocky
DR ******** PEPPER
Japanese Culture
Photography
Laughing
Music
Singing
Writing
Roleplaying
Reading
Playing guitar(bass/acoustic)
Acting
CSI
Animals
Hardcore s**t
Mafia
Star Wars(Yes, I'm a ******** nerd. Get over it.)
Freedom of choice
</3:
When parents fight
Seafood
Being sick
Limitations
Politics and government
Older siblings
Alcohol
Racial discrimination
Homophobes
Being in love x_x
Pathetic bullshit
Lies
Deception
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xKuujax · Tue Aug 29, 2006 @ 07:47pm · 3 Comments |
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