Backdated to Valentine's DayThere was something wrong. I was surprised that I hadn't noticed it right away but as I leaned against the slot machine, holding a bucket of quarters as Molly yanked on the lever we both seemed to feel it at the same time. It was a lot like when a vampire was around, but different somehow. Like that creepy feeling of ( Read more... )

1. Think of the first word that comes to mind when you think of me.
2. Go to http://images.google.com and search for that word.
3. Reply to this post with one of the pictures on the first page of results -- don't tell me the word.
4. Put this in your own blog so that I can do the same.

Life is a Soundtrack
Rules:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie.

( here )

Warning: By posting this up you are subjecting yourself to other peoples tastes in music. First rule of Play List is do not get offended by the music people share with you. Your cup of tea is could be someone else's leafy water ( Read more... )

I had looked all over for cupcakes and couldn't find one anywhere. What the hell was this a hospital or something? All of the food was either gross or healthy which a lot of times can mean the same thing. After I couldn't find a cupcake in any of the machines anywhere I decided to take a long walk around the whole hospital instead of just sticking ( Read more... )

Was I scared? It was the question that everyone kept asking me. Was I scared? And when I said no they didn't believe me. But the truth was, I wasn't scared at all. A month ago it would have been because I was just walking around in a shell, already battle tested with nothing left to lose. Now I had plenty to lose and I had one thing that no one ( Read more... )

1 question ( Read more... )

It was so weird. How everything you've ever known, everything that's made up who you are for almost as long as you can remember, how it all can just get stripped away so quickly. I used to know who I was and what I needed to do to survive. Little pieces of it kept chipping away though. First when Helena died and then when my foster parents did and ( Read more... )

Ready.The word airport was hardly out of Ryan's mouth but that was all I needed to hear. If I had been thinking a little more clearly I might have just taken the keys out of his hand but instead I just turned around and walked out of Kennedy's apartment where apparently my sister had been staying. I didn't think Ryan had any reason to lie to me, he ( Read more... )

( Stolen from Kennedy )