Walking Further On, Will You Fall Or Be Lost?

By every step that you would make it feels more solemn, silent and so heavy. Feeling as though the ground that supports you would disappear by the slight mistake you make, by the first trip the pain brings tears to your eyes. The feel of confusion and a hint of sadness fills our heart, burdening oneself and others. No one can lend a hand to those who had fallen, it is just yourself to bring yourself back up off the dirt which soiled you. But - that is just the first, the next will slowly dirty you more, even if you were to cleanse the filth off your body. It shall be instilled within your memory, well reminding you of foolishness.

"I won't fall." 

It won't end by that, soon the path you take shall be longer, steeper, taller nearly just as unbearable as joining hands together with another sharing that path. The heart would be filled doubt, this for the partner you have brought along your travels, that person too shall fall if you were to fall. So at times, when a fork in the road been shown, the two shall part to find their own final destination. Making the path ever more bitter and pitiful to tread on, that you would even trudge your feet with much anger at oneself for their stupidity or selfishness. Someday, the two could join once more or shall misfortune befall either one of them to drown in woe and misery.

"I will continue on."

Even if that way leads to the deepest darkness I will not be afraid Lord, for you are with me. It was nearly the most inspiring line ever heard within a prayer that would actually enlighten a soul. Despite it not actually being the rarest, for many they must of heard it in a different way that was just as inspirational or not. It is true that after we walked along the path of light, we shall enter a forest that may cause disarray and bring turmoil to a few, those who fear to be lost and never find the trail back. Remember once you set off, there is no turning back you have to move forward. 

With these hands...

Staring upon these hands, one could possibly see things unimaginable for themselves to commit against their own will. First would be to grasp hold of flesh, holding it gently then firmly till the warmth had dissipated to coldness. Second would be a blade that reflect the malice buried within the subconsciousness which will steals away loved one's breath. Third is clasp their face while digging through their skin, the thumbs sinking deeper the eye socket's of where that person's watery orbs reflects their image. There are so many ways to stain these hands, one that is dyed in red.

Stories: 02 A Friend to Smile for?

"Wait for me!"

"Haha, first place!"

"I so tried can we sit down?"

"You're always tired..."

"hehe..." 

I can't seem to understand the reason as to why I smile so much these days, is it because for once in my life I'm so content in living instead feeling that the world is just a burden. Everyday, I have a smile upon my face for just one person and that person is the closest person I ever had in my life that actually returns my feelings in this bond. 

At first it was awkward, that person was too nice and felt like my total opposite, but I grew to become fond of that person unknowingly. I never really knew how to form a proper bond with others, so to form one with that one I had to become something that would make me seen and never to be shadowed by others.

For most of my life, I was an open book that anyone can read and toss aside to be forgotten but yet that person flipped through the pages with that smile on her face while reading carefully with interest. She was the first to understand me, of who am I. Sometimes, I wished that we were friends. Though, I said I had my own, I questioned that, did I really have any? 

And so my fears that torments my very being of existence, I can't seem to express these feelings in her presence but only when we are apart and during the time of darkness. And if I were to reveal them, would she still think I'm mad? She as well might, for I too think I have lost my head. My fears, you may ask, they are just of being in the shadows once more, to become someone that people I appear to be, to be used, to be a joke, to be weak, to be something I dread to become. All these mind boggling things swarms in my mind, making it hard to sleep that I try to cry myself till I exhaust myself completely.

However, there won't be need of that with her around. My mind is at peace when I'm with her, even though I'm not her friend really. A bit strange though, since I keep saying that we are friends and she says the same. But, it is true. I am not her friend. Why? Because, what kind of friend wishes ill towards those close to her. I am also envious of her, and envy is an ugly sin that shows weakness in me. What could possibly be good for her to be friends with a freak such like myself? 

Though I say I was an open book, it doesn't mean there weren't torn pages to hide away the hideous truth to who I truly am. I wish I could be her friend.... because I want to smile. To smile for a friend.... a friend that would never disappear. Someone who would too return the favor no matter what. I think she is that someone, but I'm scared...

That once I let her see the missing pages, I'll be thrown away...

"Hey why are you crying all a sudden!?"

"What I am?"

"Yeah... are you okay?"

"Of course I am! A-anyway wait I think it's getting late see ya!"

".... bye?" 

.......

........

........

........

"Are you really okay...." 

The End. 

Why Orange?

I don't know why either the reason behind for going gaga when I see that color, in the past only I liked the colors; white, black (which wasn't a color really), blue, red, purple then finally orange became my absolute favorite.

The only reason why I liked white was because it reminded me of the white power ranger. Black, well--because I thought it looked really cool, red because it was my mom's favorite color, blue because it was team house color--despite my teammates always being the losers during the Sport Meet. But we are always the ones to own those other colored team houses in general education. Orange... there's still no reason as to why I like that color so much at all.

Peace & War

What is your opinion on Peace?
Is it wonderful, that no one is battling each other and you won't ever lose your loved one. Of course you would answer 'Yes' it would be a great thing. However - not many would agree to that as much you want them to. There are those you desire blood, pain and suffering of others. Nothing really personal, it's just to fill in the emptiness. Peace is rather hollow. Eternal Peace, don't make me laugh. That kind of thing can be achieved simply, if you have a gun. Take it to your head and pull the trigger, now you have achieved eternal peace. It's your death.

How about War?
War filled with despair and death everywhere you see, not necessarily. War is nothing but just a game, except with the use of lives at stake. Human pawns, think of it like a board game you are familiar with chess, right? That is a good example to understand, everyone is just but a tool to be used in the board.

If you are the religious type, you can imagine the player being God. He, who is the one to take and give life.

Not that I like war, mind you. Honestly, I find it too time consuming. War is fun only when you enjoy the play, not when you always cry about the death of your fellow man who lost their life in battle. However, I can't mouth off all I want about this matter War is where one mistake can cost a thousand lives which are equivalent to two or three chess pieces of your board game.

Peace and War; the two are the resemblance of light and darkness. There can never be peace without war, just as much darkness isn't without light. Bah, this isn't even my own line, but I just wanted to say it, since it looked right at the moment.

Grudges

Taking it so lightly, oh? You just don't get it, once a grudge has been formed it'll haunt you down till it is stated. When will it be satisfied, well - that I don't know either. Wondering if I have any? I have a few... be lucky that I haven't really think into this much at all.

Just ranting what comes to mind...

Funny, isn't it. No matter what we are offered, we would start to whine and mop on about misery, the very moment we find something wrong.

As for me just want to laugh out loudly while saying how much I can such an ungrateful little curd bitch who won't amount to anything, just nothing but garbage.

No matter how many times I ask, no one will give me a straight answer despite me being blunt to them myself. Then again, even if I were to hear the truth I would just stand there silently like a doll, self-pitying myself. How ugly. It makes me sick to be even alive. Just how much do I desire to be pitied by others!? I hate it so much, I despise being pitied and still I want to be.

Ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly.... I am ugly. I wish I could die, to be forgotten forever to no longer feel the pain of being alive anymore. Laugh all you want of how idiotic this seems to be, but I just can't ignore what goes on my head. At least when I die, I won't need to worry about anything else anymore.

To be like a fool. (This is a rant)

Naiveté it isn't so bad being that way, since my favorite quote is "Ignorance is Bliss." I've only come to understand that saying after I came to the Philippines, and learn to slowly mature as a person. Yet - I fear of that coming to be so I use a pretense of credulousness. Is that how you say it? I'm not sure myself. I rather see the world in the eyes of a child rather through the one that had been tainted by the world's repulsive self.

I am a fool, I won't deny it. For I shall always be a foolish human that makes foolish mistakes. However, saying it that way I'm still not naive. It is because I can see the hideousness of humanity, it makes my insides churn just thinking of the deeds committed over the years. Though I wasn't born yet I still sense the times I lived, how I felt. Maybe it could be just paranoia itching my subconscious, just trying to get on my nerves. I can't still deny the fact, that I still view this world as a monster.

Value of Money

There is no actual value to money, if none ever noticed that what we hold in our pockets, wallets and hands are nothing more but branded flat stones and colored paper with faces. Despite what the saying 'that money makes the world go round' isn't true, well I guess many already knew that line is absurd without me saying so.

The existence of poverty is because of money, if there was no such thing then the world would be more well off, don't you think? I heard this nice phrase from an anime series about alchemy's equivalent exchange, so why can't we live by trading in objects with the equal amount of value for what we need for our daily lives. Just like in the past. No I don't mean using coca beans as money like the Aztecs... now that's even more stupid.

Ah! Never mind what I said, there is no point continuing on this silly topic. I better get offline soon.

100 Peso Permits & Requiements (Shouldn't be taken personally in anyway)

(Shouldn't be taken personally in anyway)

I don't understand these permits that are given to us, they're just colored papers that the professor has to sign and later on that thing is thrown away! Never to be seen again. What's even worse is when I see errors in the permit like misspelled names, typos. Yes, they occur once in awhile but don't you think it's insulting somewhat. Then again, some wouldn't care in the least.

At the moment all I want to do is vent out my anger towards the usage of these permits. Back in my school we didn't need these dumb little things to prove we've taken the test and paid for out tuition fee. It's absurd! Especially when you lose or forgotten your permit; you go to the accounting to pay for another, and in then that's when it stares right at you at the face. The recite stating it's just temporary when in truth it is your now permanent one you'll be using and later dispose of. Utterly absurd! Then what are you to do with the first one given to you in the first place, well of course NOTHING!

We no longer have any need for them, they just added more thrash to pile up. Geez, this seriously annoying. As well for those requirements we have to do to get to peek into our report cards. In the past all you had to do was come in for a personal appearance to retrieve the card along with a guardian or parent but instead they won't be surrendered to you unless you do these works assigned to you. Who the heck thought of this idiotic work system for the schools to follow.

There is as much problems I can take before my brain melts away into a pile of goo. At least this off my chest now. I feel so much lighter, not. Even talking about this won't change how I feel towards this at all in any way what so ever.

Nothing to talk about... maybe not.

I nothing to write about really today. I'm even just typing away at the laptop and just thinking as I type it down. What is there to do but get out of bed, stand in the room idly and just say "I'm bored" and nothing much else.

Who says that no one can die from boredom, you live long enough and still not excited bu the changes of the world around you, you would want to commit suicide and get it over with. Well, there is 2012 to wait for, right? If there really is going to be an apocalypse that is. I shall talk like Craig Tucker at the moment: "If I could live through the apocalypse I would be so happy."

Man, seriously those guys who created South Park were total geniuses. Even though most with so called "morale" think it isn't. Well it's just my opinion nothing that important to take much heed to. I wish I could laugh at the moment, laughter is the best medicine as most would say. "Ha ha ha..." that was weak though, I need a freaking therapist to talk to everyday. But I don't have that much money. Darn it, if I win that lotto probably I'll hire one.

I'm just myself

I'm no one really important, no one that great or lovely in the least. I'm just there, and nothing more but that. You can see me, but would you even care to know me really instead just my name. You would try to smile my way trying to leave a good impression, but that's just what you will always attempt to do. Or you would do the opposite, and that's just plain ugly.

In truth, I don't really care much; whether you are ugly, pretty, cute, beautiful, loud, quiet or noble and much other things. You are just you. Like I am just me. It bothers me that things are so strange in my perspective but so seemingly average to you.

Just what exactly is being myself or yourself?

This is Ludicrous!

Rust. I am surrounded by rust.

It's the first solid thought that meandered its way into my mind as I slowly regained consciousness. I gingerly picked myself up from the floor, trying to ignore the strong smell of iron assaulting my nostrils. The floor felt hard and coarse to the touch, the air was cold and not a sound can be heard except for my own breathing. I tried to open my eyes, and I realized they're already open - it's just too dark to see even my own hands. I honestly don't know how I got here; I remember during work I was reviewing over the gathered data reports handed to me then, suddenly I ... well that's about it. The rest is all a blur.

Just where the hell am I?

I tightened and loosened the grip of my closed fists; checking if this was even real, apparently it was. I took a step forward wandering through this darkness, no point sticking around in one place forever. What I desire this instant was to seek the reason as to why I was brought to this place. Each little step I took, a faint echoing voice resounded through the silent plane, frankly it was unsettling. Even more so when I started hearing an odd hymn, this thing was indescribable to be put in words, however the sound was not enchanting in the least. Yet - why is that it lures me closer to its source.

Now it started to pique my curiosity, every single utter I heard; made my heart beat pause for a brief moment, then suddenly pumping away like a jag-hammer, it was getting louder. Placing my hand right over the left side of my chest of where my heart lies, I murmur to myself a chant in which to bring back my cool composure. Just as I was about to resume my walk once more, something had bumped right into my lower right shin, painfully, and the mysterious hymn had stopped abruptly.

I cursed under my breath while hissing, so much for regaining my calm-self, I knelt down onto one knee as I tried to feel what I had discovered. At first I thought that it would be a metallic object of some sort, but I was mistaken. Feeling it carefully, it was soft, like flesh and ...cold. If only I could see it, maybe I might know what I'm dealing with, unexpectedly my wish was granted. Greeted by a pair of luminous of shamrock green orbs though I was taken back by their sudden appearance - something made me lean closer to them. 

Systems active... Intruder detected. Identified as... unable to identify target. Threat level:UNKNOWN. Switching to defense mode. 

Strangely after that, the dreary silence had broken as a soft glow of light emanated from the floor, this revealing the surrounding area, and I heard the sounds of cogs and gears grinding against each other, the scent of rust grew stronger. Finally, my ability of sight had returned, now I won't be stumbling into anything this time, also not forgetting that standing right before me was... a person. It was no ordinary person that I understood. Since he gave off a precariousness presence, despite there being light I couldn't make out his face but those shamrock eyes of his gazed upon me with a frigid stare as if though they were meant to instill fear. The both of us stood there exchanging looks, and nothing more, this dawdling would get me nowhere.

"uh..."

No response. Perhaps, this should be approached in a different manner, I outstretched out my right hand to him and spoke in a friendly tone, "Hello there, I'--"

DEFLECT 

My arm was smacked away by the guy, it seems any forms of close contact would be considered as a possible threat towards him. This ain't going to be easy, there had to be some way to converse without harm towards my well being. Thinking it over as I observed his defensive stance, maybe if I were to be more blunt or direct to him he would answer in a positive attitude. It was worth a try. 

"What is this place?"

 CLASSIFIED

 "What are you?"

CLASSIFIED

 "Who are you?"

Deactivating defense mode. Target Threat Level:C. I am unit replica no. 002393 Ordo ab Chao; Rank: Commander, identified as Zweig Gavaldier. 

Intriguing, a replica of the leading commander, Zweig Gavaldier of Ordo ab Chao, I squinted my eyes slightly to gain a better view his shadowed facial features more clearly and it appears their resemblances were uncanny. It is true as to what this thing claims itself to be. Though, it would have looked better if were to smile at all. If you are interested in who is this person is, well let's try to keep it short and simple on it. 

Mr.Gavaldier is the leading commander of the Ordo ab Chao is the known mastermind behind on the sudden occurring disappearances and several murder cases of children all around the world. That's is all the given info. feed to public media, in reality; he is...

Second Intruder detected. Locating target. Target located. Engaging combat. Switching to battle mode. ATTACK.

Another one like me? I swayed my head about, seeing where this person may be. Could it possibly be her? Sadly, I was mistaken. 

"In the name of our Lord, I the eighteenth Requiem shall end your life seize the creator's forbidden fruit!" Ridiculous, I pinched the bridge of my nose while sighing. Just all what I needed, a crusader wanna-be engaging with an android or bio-droid... ah screw it, everything is just peachy. There is a limit as much one can handle such ludicrous situations such as the one he is experiencing. 

First of me having lost a bit of my memory, next was hearing wear things like that stupid lullaby of... wait. If I recall correctly, that song. It was familiar, somewhat even. Nostalgic, is that how you would describe that certain emotion? My track of thought had been cut off when a spear swooped down only missing the cheek by an inch. "You shan't escape me!" the Requiem man exclaimed out loudly as he continued to clash with the "thing."

   

ELIMINATE THREAT. ELIMINATE THREAT.

One thing for sure is, even if I were to explore the whole place. I won't be able to evade the two unharmed. This was horrible predicament, I can't run away from. What am I to do?

-TO BE CONTINUED 

Unseen Sins

What is it that you truly desire? Is it happiness, love or friendship?

First of all, these things I mentioned do you know what is happiness, love or friendship in truth? Their real purpose in life, why one's desire is insatiable for these three things. Just like one would know some of the most deadliest sins, haven't you thought about it that these seemingly beautiful things are just are as sinful in nature. Happiness? What is that? You can give its definition but you can't answer what is, just as much for love and friendship.

Love is attained from intimacy with a loved one, or by a strong bond of trust and memories of both the sad and happy kinds. This becoming an unbreakable relationship, yet so many have been severed. As for happiness, can you tell me what makes you happy? Everyone has their different likes and dislikes, their own beliefs, disbeliefs etc. There are so many ways to bring joy to oneself and others yet it is so cheap and so strange just as much as friendship. One says 'We shall always be best friends forever,' yet the moment the other turns his or her back that person. 'I never had a friend before, it's so lonely, can we be friends? My best friend forever?' That person would seek another for their attention and love to bring themselves this cheap happiness.

This bond weakens and crumbles to dust in due time, nothing is solid forever. Someday they'll be lost and never seen again.

Is it really a sin to love someone, to bring happiness and attain true friendship? That is all up to you, not I.

(Writer's notes: To you it's nonesense but to me... it is different.)

This Child's Heart

 No matter how much tears one would shed, or how many times you wait for your savior. None will come to save that little child curled up in the shadowed corner wallowing in utter silent despair of the emptiness within that heart. The void growing ever so wider and harder to fill, with whatever small fortune the little one grabs onto.

Every day that twinkles that small glimmer of hope, it grows ever more distant and unattainable. With these hands, could I really grasp hold of that warmth someday? To become whole, as hold I hold it close to my chest and release my heart from its darkness. If that were the truth, these weary eyes of mine shall finally dream at night peacefully. If only it were.

(Writer's Note: This is not just crap I wrote for the hell of it. I has some feelings in it.)

A reason to like something?

Have you ever been questioned as to why you would like a certain thing; such like a color, toy, flower, pencil, person, places etc? And you couldn't even answer in the way you wanted to, explaining or stating the reason to ogle or smile when the subject is brought about your "favorite."

As all must know, everyone has their reason in liking. Such as in when it revolves around love, it starts off as a likable person, that you would like to stick with sometimes, then it starts to grow to the next stage -"The Crush." Right ? Soon later as you would get older those feelings you hold in starts to manifest over the years or waver. Depending on how you cherish this flame.

In most cases, the flame would always weaken and die. Ending your interest with it, I would gladly go more into detail of this, however, I find this topic starting to be a bore. So I shall end this half-heartedly.

Stories : 01 a

[ Hide and Seek pt. 1 ]

Rated (T)

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"Mama?" 

"Yes dear?" 

The tall woman turned to face her daughter as she was fiddling away her fingers, "Can I play outside today?" All the mother could do was sigh softly as she stood up from her chair and headed to the main door unlocking it. The little girl cheered with a simple smile on her face, once the door was opened widely she ran out giggling with outstretched arms to the air. "Be careful!" 

Her mother then turned to sit in the living room while staring out the window, it had a better view of her daughter. Soon later her husband came and sat right beside her, he knew very well why she seemed so agitated. The man held in a gentle embrace to comfort her, as he tried to reassure her about something.

Meanwhile at the garden, "Eric?" The girl bounced a couple of times before she decided to just hold it in place with her hands. Looking to her direction you could see a boy no more but the same age as the girl, standing under a tree blooming with flowers. The named boy as Eric just stared at her with a sad face, raising his arms level to his chest and put out his hands as if asking to hold on to the ball. "Want to know a secret Rain?" 

In response she nodded her silently as she handed the plastic toy to him, the boy then started to bounce the ball himself as he spoke. "Well, first you have to find me so..." by each bounce of the ball he uttered out a number, "one.... two.... three.... four.... five... AND TEN!" Eric had forced the toy to bounce so high that Rain couldn't help but see how far it would go. When the ball reached to ground, Eric was gone. 

She spun around to see where he hid. Noticing the front garden gate open, she guessed that he ran out the garden to find a better hiding place. Just one problem. It was her parents. Rain turned to look at the house's window and saw that her parents were keeping a watchful gaze on her. Not want them to worry about her, she waved to them with grin plastered on her face.

What is she to do? How could she possibly escape the garden unnoticed? 

To be continued 

Am I really that scary?

That is a question, I seem to be still baffled with. In the eyes of my acquaintances and friends, I am a strange girl with a violent nature, yet has a sense of kindness in her. Can evil and good mix? Well, that's what the yin and yang is for then, I guess.

What are possibly the strongest traits that perfectly describe me? Could you point them out for me? I really want to know. Curiosity may have killed the cat but knowledge is power just as much ignorance is bliss. I wonder if I want to be as sly as a weasel or idiotic as a buffoon. Now this is something, I just recalled one of my favorite shows from cartoon network; "I am Weasel!" that show offered a great deal of happiness to me, somewhat in the past. Strangely enough I like the buffoon more rather the smart weasel.

Back to topic, one of the things that would display my threatening decorum (or was it demure?)  would be my habit of twitching probably, or is it my eyes that seems to glare daggers at whatever I lay my gaze upon. Do I bring shivers down your spine or make your skin crawl? I seem to want to giggle if you would answer 'yes.' Or is it my overly passive or sarcastic nature that makes the tone of my voice cold or empty as a robot? Then again you would always find me in a fit of giggles, but that is only when Jaxie is around.

How about my smile? Have ever seen me smile instead of grinning widely like the cat from wonderland? I do smile, but it seems everyone thinks I'm still upset. A shame, that none can tell if I'm happy or not.

Also another thing! Do you find the enraged me to be frightening in the least? Maybe not. I do break pencils and pens but I still regain my composures once in awhile.

Hmm, I still can't seem to stop wondering. If I'm really that scary.

The Twisted Fairy Tale in Wonderland

[ Mr.Rabbit & The Little Red Hood ]

Rated (T) 

(Warning: This story may be confusing) 

Once Upon a time there was a little girl would had lost her way to her grandmother's house, and she was ever so lost and afraid in the dark, dark woods. Then again, probably not, since within her basket isn't all just goodies and treats to lunch and munch on. She hid away the pair of pretty little silver beneath the muffins and cakes just in case, when the wolf would arrive and gobble her up. 

She wandered deeper into the forest, little red hood had noticed she was not alone. For she heard the echoes of beautiful melodies just calling out to her. It felt like a game of hide and go seek, but in this game, just who is she searching for? Thinking this may be a trap, she decided to end this play and find a way back to the trail.

 The girl had halted right beside an old fallen tree, there she noticed that nearby was a lovely berry bush just right for the picking. As she was about to pick at the red berries she heard a twig snap and footsteps, along with loud chatter and laughter. It had startled her in so making her fall into the the thick bush, nothing but her legs and arms sticking out like sore thumbs. When the strangers came there they giggled and laughed, but the cat hardly seemed unamused by this.

These strangers had lend a helping hand to little red hood out the bush, what she saw was something you wouldn't encounter everyday. First was a tall man, who held a wicked grin and upon his noggin was a funny hat. Where a petite cat-like gal had nestled there quite comfortably as she kept her gaze fixated on little red hood. This one girl she was sure that didn't like her much. As for the last one, he was just fairly tall as the man who wore the hat. The only one distinct feature he had was the pair of bunny ears on his head and an eye patch on his left eye. 

These three were definitely an odd little group to her indeed. Not wanting to journey alone to the unknown she decided to follow them to where ever they wanted to be. In the end it was a long and harsh trip that led to poor little red's demise in the end all she was just a normal little girl. 

It was a pity that such a young girl like herself had to die so easily and so fast. You want to know how did she die? Do you? 

Well, reaching to the rabbit hole Little Red and Hatter had fallen a great big fall, where she landed in silent thud and broken her bones to bits, while as for the Hatter, let us just say his hat saved the day. Wish could have said the same for poor little red. Though the little cat appeared to be rejoicing the unintended end of the girl who stole the Hatter's attention. It seems she was all alone. 

Till suddenly as she mopped and weeped, a hand was outstretched in her world of darkness which then led her to the world of light. There right before her was the man with rabbit ears who gave her a wide grin similar to the Hatter but different. She in turn smiled back softly to him as her little hood had fallen back and revealed her pretty little face. 

"Care for some tea Little Red Hood?"

"Thank you Mr.Rabbit, I would like some."

The two hand in hand went off to have their own little tea party away from others, both started to learn more about one another slowly and became the best of friends. Sharing their own secrets or tales of their life in the past. It was so much fun that the two had forgotten their role within the story themselves. The Hatter and the Cheshire had left wonderland out to search for adventure, the wolf and Peter Pan with his friends all went together on a trip to Neverland. 

This is rather incomplete tale of the Rabbit and the Red Hood.  
 
The End? 

Today is another day to hurt you

BlueNight,


This is considered to be my very first blog to you today, and I find rather annoying. It irritates me that I can't seem to be able to think of what to write now. Probably it could be that I am not exactly alone here. I'm with my friends; Jax, Kev, Sky and Fan. They are quite distracting, though it fun 'cause Jax is there to be our center of attention. I guess I need her to be hyper. It was a pity she left to go home, cant keep her away from home forever.


Seriously, this first one reeks. In the future I need to write much more exciting ones that would make you glued to the screen to read or just make you hurl at its content. Doesn't matter all I need to do is write how I feel or what I'm thinking about now, right?


-RedHood