Still the Same Girl (Revised)The Abyss was singing her to Its bedside tonight, unfolding black sheets into soft and smoky wisps. Let go, It hummed. You gave so much already. Come rest, Nami. There’s no sense in fighting it any longer.
A few steps away from Bell-mère's grave, Nami’s body stood in the moon’s pale and unflattering glow. Her mind, however, wandered elsewhere, opening fragile memories she swore she’d never touch again.
She drew in a sharp, cold breath and hung her head low. Nami was as worn as an old sail flapping limply on the high seas. Those fierce winds, once filling her with joy, now seeped through holes that had been torn through her spirit. Many had knifed Nami, but none so much as her sister. Nojiko’s last words weaved in and out of her head: “You're still the same girl.”
Nojiko. She couldn't have been more wrong than a rock with an eye patch. That so-called “girl" had perished with her mother, Bell-mère.
My Weekend with CandiIt's a ridiculous thought to think:More Like This
An adult shuffling through a candy store, arms filled to the brink,
Passing small children with lollipops cemented to their lips,
Teetering on his feet, which held potential for a cataclysmic trip.
On Friday, April 12, that was mea more stupid me, but still me.
Why did I take a trip to Candy Mountain, you ask out of blatant curiosity?
Believe me, I did not flip my covers over that morning
And announce, "Tonight, I'm going to buy a shitload of candy!" without warning.
If life turned out the way you wanted it to, it'd be so boring.
I'll tell you one thing, though; my candy store visitation was odd.
I'm a pretty healthy guy, and if I'm not dieting, you'd think I'd been hit by a lightning rod.
So, gourmet chocolates and melt-away caramels aren't exactly vegetables in my house.
To use the words of an old friend, everything had gone freakin' south.
Depression is an ugly bitchthat's my insufficient excuse.
One minute you're genuinely
PerfectPerfectMore Like This
It was his third time around the block. He was procrastinating. It was his way. The redhead on the corner was the spitting image of his dead fiancé.
He slowed down.
He always did in the end.
Her dress was too long and her hair too curly but her eyes weren't dead like so many of the other girls. That was why so many of the cars had stopped for her.
"Hi," she said as the sleek black sedan slid up to her and the automatic window rolled down. She smiled but didn't puff out her chest. There wasn't much of it anyway. She knew her allure had little to do with the physical.
"Hello sweetheart," the man said. As if he was some big catch. She looked into the car. He wasn't bad looking and the night was stiflingly hot. It was clear what he wanted; her. It was his third time around. He had time to pick. She reached for the door.
"Sweet car," she commented. The seats were leather and the interior dark wood. The car moved silently and the AC worked, l
Captured InnocenceHorror speaks in silenceMore Like This
And fear speaks in signs
It's written on my face
and on the faces I see
How did I end up here?
A masked man brought us food
The smell of it drives us crazy
We eat like we're crazy
Devouring it like messy animals
I see the eyes of superiority
In the sight of the masked man
I look at them with deep curiosity
He looks back with a look of intent
Deep blue eyes inspect the whole me
Then I realized everyone including me
Wears nothing but just two pieces of undergarments
I quickly cover my w
Birthday LlamaFar awayMore Like This
In a kingdom not so far from us today
Lived a llama
Who caused much drama.
To add to his moodiness and rudeness,
This special llama was celebrating its special day:
For today was its birthday.
Llama pranced around town square,
Waving and jumping through the air.
"Today is my birthday!" it exclaimed.
"And I am not to be treated the same!
I want gifts so magical that a wizard cannot contain it!
And a cake so delicious the pope could have made it!"
So, the citizens, gypsies and ninjas alike,
Looked at Llama and replied,
"Why must you be so demanding?"
Llama said, laughing,
"Did you not hear me before?
Shall I knock on your door once more?
It is my birthday, not yours.
I deserve special things, all great things galore!"
The crowd sighed
And gave way to Llama's pride.
The rest of the day
Was filled with cheers of joy and praise,
Because today was Llama's birthday.
And no one could take it away from him.
Llama Story"Hey come on! We're going to be late!"More Like This
Said an eager vixen who kept on trying to make her friend hustle.
"Alright alright let's go!"
The female vixen squealed with glee and hurried out the door and down the road to where the event was going to be held while her friend ran after, failing to keep up with the vixen.
Eventually the two of them reached the park where everyone else was busy mingling.
It was the Llama's birthday this day and they wanted to be part of the amazing party.
The two foxes carried gifts for their friend.
"Do you think they will like it?"
"I think so~ Either way we should have fun while we're here!"
"Yeah that's true. Let's place the gifts on the table."
And so, they made their way over to the table of gifts, placing theirs down and headed over to the birthday twins.
"Thanks for coming you two!"
Said the older twin who apparently claims to be older even though he was born 5 minutes before his sister.
"Yeah! It's been a blast so far and
Birthday Llama"It's time to make a wish and blow out the candles, Larry," Mama Llama said.More Like This
Larry Llama had been looking forward to this day since he was born. Although he was turning only a year old, he had heard about the excitement and the fun had at birthday parties. Now it was his turn to have fun.
As Larry watched the single candle flame flicker and dance atop a delicious-looking Piggyback Cake, he thought about what he wanted the most. Giddy with happiness, he closed his eyes, and thought, I wish for great birthday presents!, and proceeded to blow out the candle.
"Alright," Mama Llama announced, "it's time for the gift unwrapping."
With a grin, Larry picked up the first present, given to him by his friend David Duck. "Open it," David said. "I think you'll like it."
Larry hastily unwrapped the nicely decorated box, eager to discover a chocolate golden llama bar or something equally impressive. Once Larry lifted up the cover, David burst out laughing. Inside the box lay a blue amphibian-like plu
The Birthday LlamaI strung up the lights, twisting them ever so carefully around the brightly colored streamers. This party of one was the most I would get, this birthday. I adjusted the last bow, putting it on the llama plush I'd kept with me for so long. This plush doll had seen me though good times and bad times since my sister gave it to me on my seventh birthday. I am now eighty seven. The llama's wooly fur, once soft and velvety, now was stained and course with use. It was coming apart at the seams, and it was only a matter of time before it lost an eye.More Like This
But despite everything, it stayed with me, always by my side.
Friends had come and gone in the past. They promised me they'd always be there for me, assured me they'd never leave me. But they always did. One day.
And then again I was alone. Family died, one by one. My last friend, gone four months and a day ago. The night is as dark as the future I know is so close at hand.
I grasp the doll, and sit in the rocking chair to the side.
And say goodby
Birthday LlamaOnce upon a time, there was a little llama.More Like This
Well, maybe it wasn't that little. It was a year old already.
Well, maybe it was actually young. It's just a year after all.
Well, maybe it liked to go back and forth among deviants, sharing its llamaminess.
Well, maybe it was more like it was shoved in back and forth among deviants.
Well, maybe it enjoyed it. It was its purpose after all.
Well, maybe it wasn't exactly a llama. It might have been an alpaca.
Well, maybe it really was a llama in the end.
Well, maybe it felt sad and forgotten with this year's April Fool's Trollface thingy.
Well, maybe not.
After all, Little Llama did have a birthday party. It was pretty.
And maybe it enjoyed it.
I hope it did.
Happy Birthday, Little Llama!
Birthday LlamaA small, Little pink llama sat down on the ground, and said to her dad"Daddy, One day, On a special day, I want all of the llama world to come together."More Like This
And that was the beginning of Celebrate the llamas day.
Rosie Dawn was born on April 3rd, 1989. When she was 7, She changed llama history.Now let me take you into her past and to the present of her life.
Rosie lived in Texas, Grew up there, And had a family there. She was so smart, So sweet, So beautiful. And a heartwarming little llama. Now let me take you to her 8th birthday, Then her 20th.
"Daddy, Look!" Rosie laughed, Jumping on her new bed "I can fly!"Her father laughed, And tucked her into bed. He flicked off the lights, And walked out the door.'I'll never have a birthday like this again! Everybody came!'She thought, A picture of her birthday party boomed in her head. She awoke the next morning to rainy skys, Power outages. All of that bad rainy day stuff. She grabbed her new smily umbrella and headed out the door. She came back
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Once upon a time there was a llama named Cameron. He was dubbed the handsomest llama of all around; he was an albino and enjoyed every moment of it. Soon though, it came for his one year birthday! A party was thrown in his name: all the other llamas cheered for Cameron and danced around with their tin foiled hats, after all they didn't want to get eaten from the alien llamas. So at the end of the night, all the llamas surrounded Cameron, showed him a tall hill of grain for him from all of his llama friends. He shouted out a yip of a cheer before he went to tackle all of his friends, which only ended up causing the grain to fall on top of them all.
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Tomorrows my birthday... No doubt I will again be forgotten...
Trish woke up on the morning of her birthday and frowned. Another day of slaving over boring commissions for gas money. She logged onto DeviantArt to check her inbox. She replied to all of her messages and was about to get started on one of her more easy projects but took the time to refresh the page. There was one comment on her profile. It said,
"Happy birthday Trish!"
And then... There was a llama badge. Her first. Someone had remembered. She smiled as she began to type her heartfelt reply.