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** Whoops... this is my post. Not Lombardi's.** He had walked through Armageddon with those three and owed at least one of them his life. So when Seth's face suggested ...

Okay... since the dance was a complete riot can we say that the escape with Emily bleeding, Carle, Alex and Styler had a very brief but very solid bonding period? ...

**Yippie! Working on a post right now.**

**Yeah, I don't know whats going on really. Why was Emily shot? Did I shoot her? Where the hell am I? I want to sort this out so I can ...

**At the end of my post I have a line of dialogue directed at you, Carlie. Sorry... may not have been very clear.**

Like the nerd that I am, I've also compiled a list of the professors and am currently working on gathering all of the miscellaneous characters. Teachers Professor Agresta the Thesbian ...

From what I understand it is as follows: Shaun DeCamelo: Color (who wants to make peace) played by Johnathan_Darc Sam Ginger: Thesbian (who also wants to make peace) played by ...

Chaos arrived in the scene like everyones favorite tastefully late party guest. Styler wasted no time. He took the explosion as his cue to exit, the blaring sound as a ...

It really has no plot quite yet but I felt like posting it to get some feedback on the style in which I'm writing. Wind whipping her bright bubblegum pink ...

You have excellent word choice and a profound way of describing things. It is a beautifully written poem of death and the afterlife. Sort of a longing to not be ...

Haha. I like how Andy and Styler both look each other over and give a silent appraisal.

I think the point of the sweatshirt was just to relate it to something else physical that is attached to him. The tree is basically a layer of clothing that ...

I hate to reiterate the same point but the first two stanza's are gold. While the second two lack the same potency as the others their meanings complete the poem, ...

Gray eyes caught the kids brown eyes looking back at him. They both made like it never happened; suddenly feeling the need to stare elsewhere, just anywhere but back at ...

That'd be me, Skull. Looks like we're going to get to have that gun fight eventually after all. Holy crap, this dance is going to end in tears. Or at ...