Chose 10 of your OC's. Or ten of your favorite people.(like friends,family,celebreties. Anyone you think is cool.) But you can't chose yourself.
1) 4 invites 3 and 8 to dinner at their house. What happens?
2) 9 tries to get 5 to go to a strip club.
3) You need to stay at a friends house for the night. Do you chose 1 or 6?
4) 2 and 7 are making out. 10 walks in...Their reaction?
5) 3 falls in love with 6. 8 is jealous. What happens?
6) 4 jumps you in a dark allyway. Who comes to your rescue? 10,2 or 7?
7) 1 decides to start a cooking show. 15 minetes later what is happening?
8) 5 is in
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THIS IS NOT MY WORK! I stole it from someone. With permission. I can't credit it to them, because I don't know their actual name, but I love them for this.
1. What do you think caused your heterosexuality?
2. When and how did you decide you were a heterosexual?
3. Is it possible that your heterosexuality is just a phase you may grow out of?
4. Is it possible that your heterosexuality stems from a neurotic fear of the same sex?
5. If you have never slept with a person of the same sex, is it possible that all you need is a good gay lover?
6. Do your parents know that you are straight? Do your parents and/or roommate(s) know? How did they
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choi
Here's a Sora,
There's a Sora,
And another clueless Sora.
Model, *Auron figure*
Dragon, *Maleficient dragon*
Hades, *Hades* (Me: Duh...)
Sora wields a keyblade,
Roxas wields them too.
And I really wonder if
His shoe size's fifty two.
He travels in a Gummi Ship;
His friends he tries to find,
But that doesn't explain why
He cried when Vexen died.
Have you ever seen a Sora,
Getting 'lectrocuted, Sora.
Make a face distorted, Sora.
Just a heads-up, I'll be taking down the experimental volume "Requiem" within the next month or so to begin production on the novel-length rewrite, "Duality." Expect more realistic, in-depth characters, deeper and more interesting plot elements, more vivid detail, and so much more. Also, I have every intention of updating this journal regularly for the one or two of you who could actually be bothered to spend thirty seconds looking at it, haha. I appreciate any and all comments and criticism; don't hesitate to drop me a note or leave a comment on a chapter or two while they're still up.
I don't bite.