Saturday, September 4, 2004

   Next Part And A Question
"Don't you ever step to me. I'll make you hurt in ways you never thought possible, son" a deep, angry voice said. "Whatever, you big bad gangster you. I'm just sayin' if you ever disrespect my girl Leah again, I'll put you in the hospital, and I've fought people bigger, dumber, and uglier then you if you can believe it. And I'm still here ain't I?" said a muscular, buff, black kid about six feet tall. Ryan arrived on the scene of a two big, one fat and the other muscular, people in a circle of kids, staring each other down. "A party, huh?" he said to himself, hanging around the back of the crowd so he wouldn't be noticed. The muscular teenager started to walk away, when the fat one said something. "Listen, Dean, I'll talk to that bitch however I-" he didn't get to finish because he had fist in his jaw. Dean then came with a right uppercut to the chin, making the bully stumble back. "C'mon!" he said, as he took off his shirt so that he was just in a black beater and jeans. And Timbs. The bully came at Dean with a left hook, which he ducked, but then got hit with a right punch to the gut. "Aargh!" Dean said as he right-hooked the bully, aiming for the jaw but hitting his nose instead. After that it was all over. Right, right, left, kick! Dean thought as he unleashed the flurry on the giant white blob. As the bully fell to the ground he managed to say, "Get him, boys.." At that, about five more of the bullies friends jumped from the circle, surrounding Dean.
"Oh, goodie!" Ryan said as he jumped into the circle. "Fun for me too!" Dean looked over at the kid who just jumped beside him. White, cut, round 5'10", Blonde hair, down and wet, icy blue eyes. His boy Ryan. "Hey, lamb-chop!" Dean said as he hit a skinnnier thug with a left hook that sent him to meet the ground. "Wassup D?" Ryan said laughing as he Round-housed shorter one. "Whatcha doin'?" He said, putting one in a headlock. "Just taking care of some buisness, and having fun. School starts in a couple of minutes ya know?" said Dean while clothes-lining the last thug into a bloody pulp. "Yeah," Ryan said, putting his hand in his pocket as the two started walking away. "It's just about first period."
This was practically a normal day for those two. One was always getting into a squeze, and they both helped each other out. That's why they spent a year in China, courtesy of courtesy of Mr. Portalla, studying martial arts, three time a day. Ryan liked the fast paced ones, while Dean, since he'd been lifting since he was twelve, stuck to more of powerhouse type moves. Opposites. Dean spent most of his time at the Portalla's house, not ever really wanting to go home, never knowing what would happen. Running away from the pain, trying to block it out. Ryan gladly let him stay, as with his parents. If it were up to them, they'd adopt him. If only they could.

Do you belive there is a heavan and hell? You don't have to answer, but it's just a question.

"Life is just the gateway between Heaven and Hell."
-S.Hankins
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Thursday, September 2, 2004

   Here Is The Rest Of The Prologue
Out the window he went, down the gutter drain. Past the window, onto the front yard. Up the street, on his bike. Turn left, go straight. Turn right, and there it was. The biggest, nicest house in the Upper-Class section. A nice mowed lawn, four, maybe five bedrooms. Three stories, not including basement. Nice 04' Jag out front. This is the kind of house Dean dreamt about, the kind he would get when he was older. a nice house. "Ryan Portalla's house." Dean said, impressed as always. Despite there differences Ryan and Dean had been friends for quite a while, ever since Kindergarden. I mean, Dean's black, fat, and poor. Ryan was skinny, white, and pretty rich. It was just something about Ryan, he could get along with almost anybody, Dean thought. Anybody..
Tap...tap...tap. Dean was throwing small stones at the window he knew as Ryan's. tap..TAP! Alittle bit to much fire in that one, thought Dean, ain't trying to get arrested. "Who's out there?!" Ryan's voice. "It's me!" Dean whispered, struggling from the pain in his jaw. "Come out here for a minute." Dean knew he could count on Ryan. "Dean? It's three in the morning!" Ryan said. "C'mon, sissy!" Dean coaxed jokingly but serious. "Oh, alright, punk. Wait till' I get down there.." Ryan went on mumbling and talking fake smack. He met Dean around back, on the porch. "What is it?" He said, blonde hair messy, eyes have closed revealing a little blue. his eyes then snapped open when he saw Dean's face, the blood till coming, slowly, but constant. "What the Hell... Who did this to you!? C'mon, let's go get 'em!" Ryan said, being very serious. They never liked to see each other hurt. "It was..." Dean started, "It was Paul. But that doesn't matter, cuz I'm running away!" Tears were now flowing freely again down Dean's face. Subconciously he thought that the warm tears felt god against the cold Novemer wind. "Dean.." Ryan said, "Paul did this to you? You need to tell somebody, they can put him in jail. They can.." Dean interrupted him. "Sure, but then when he gets out he'll kill us, me and my mom. And if he finds out I told before anything happens.. I'm dead." The tears shifted to tears of anger and frustration. "Listen, I don't know about running away," Ryan said, he always seemed to choose his words very carefully, " But you can crash here for tonigh, or as long as you need." Dean looked at him. "Really? Thanks, but you have to swear to me," Dean looked him right in the eye. "Swear that you'll never tell a soul. Never." Ryan looked at Dean, his exact opposite in ways of appearance. "I'll never tell. I swear." Dean was surprised at his words, but then just smiled. "Thanks Ryan. Your a good friend." Ryan simply smiled and said, "Don't get all mushy on me." they began walking into the house, "besides, what are rich white kids for?" They both laughed themselves to sleep.

Ok, look. Thanks to all of you who sent my comments threw pm. I really wish I could visit your sites. Thanks for still coming to mine, and if there is anything you want to ask me just pm me and I'll be sure to get back to you guys. On other notes, I had my first football game yesterday, but it was more of a scrimmage. They won by the two point conversion, whish we didn't get. My boy Bo in Ohio told me they won both of there games so far, so he was trying to rub it in my face. He's cool though. Well, that's all for me, and I may be able to visit your sites if I get to my friends house today. Or the library, (haven't been thee in a while.) Well, untill then, Peace and Love.

"In the land of the sinner, a killer's mind is a sanctum."
-Eminem


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Wednesday, September 1, 2004

New Story, Inspired By Life.
The sky lit up as a flash of lightining struck the night sky. A young boy no older than 13 sat looking out the window of a small, urban two bedroom house in Lower-Detroit. He was very mad and sad at the same time, not knowing if he should sit there and cry or try and stop the loud voices downstairs. He decided to go see the fuss. "All you do is complain woman," an angry male voice said. the smell of liquor was in the air. "I never get a peaceful moment in this damn house!" Then a much softer, simingly frightend female voice spoke. "Paul, your drunk. So let's just-" she was cut off, "Oh shut up! You filthy little tramp. Your just a damn corner crack whore." Suddenly, she seemed very brave, very strong, and very angry. Or very stupid. "And ya know what you are Paul? A dirty little drunken bastard!!" Apparently that was the wrong move. The man Paul got up as she went into the kitchen, following her. "What'd you say?!" He grabbed her and made her look at him. Not again. Thought the kid. I won't let him hurt her again! Paul raised his fist and punched the woman right in her left eye. "If you ever raise your voice to me again bitch, I'll kill you." The boy saw this and was right behind the man. "No! I won't let you hurt my mom again!" He jumped on Paul's back, wrapping his arms around his throat, trying to strangle him. "What the Hell!?" Paul managed, enraged. "No, Dean, no.." the woman said, sobbing. Paul then threw Dan off of his back, and walked over to him and punched him right in the jaw. "If you ever touch me again boy," Paul said, "I'll kill your mom right in front of you, then choke you to death. Do you understand me?" He was choking Dean now. "Ye...ye...yes!" Dean managed, tears of anger and hate rolling down his face. Hating himself for not being able to do anything. Anger at the fact that he has to deal with this everyday. Why him? "Now go to sleep, so i can talk to your mother."
Sitting in his room, Dean was crying, thinking, and most of all, scared. The knife on the dresser never looked so friendly to him. One cut.. he thought. No! That's what he wants. He wants me dead. he wants to win. But I won't let him. "I won't let you!!" he yelled out of his window. He just couldn't deal with this anymore, not his mom, not Paul, not life. He'd run away. To a better place. It was his dream for as long as he could remember. Ever since his dad left. And mom met Paul. Yes, tonight! He was ecstatic. Tonight I leave! About 10 minutes later he was ready to leave, all he would bring was the $75 from his paper route, his football, and some clothes. "Aah.." He felt his jaw, how the bone no longer connected to the right side. "I'm ready."

This is a story that I'm working on that will be followed up. I hope you like it. Also, if it's not to much trouble, can you send your comments through pm? Just untill my site gets fixed. Thanks guys and gals. Peace and Love.

"We didn't ask to be here, it was forced upon us."
-Sgt. P. Jones, speaking on the war in Iraq
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Saturday, August 28, 2004

   Half Way There!
Alright guys, I'm almost there! I opened up my site today after reading the post on theO, and my site came up!! But it went right back down like 5 seconds later! XP I'm getting ready to try and visit you guy's sites. Big ups to ScageX for sending me my comments. Visit his site if you have time. I'm glad you like my "whacked out" stroy. I got that word from Kougajigirl. Peace and Love.

"It's my duty, to please that booty!"
-John Shaft
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Thursday, August 26, 2004

   Still Can't See!!
FanFiction: Strange Day In The Universe

Yusuke: Man, nothing's really been happening around here lately, huh ugly?
Kuwabara: Bite me, Yurameshi. But yeah, nothing has happened.
It had been a beautiful, problemless day, and an even beter month. Untill just then. All of a sudden a big metal statue came flying threw the air, and it resembled a man.
Kuwabara: What the Hell?!
Yusuke: I knew this couldn't of lasted forever. C'mon, poptart, let's get to work.
After the man-statue crashed through a wall, along came a tiger looking man right after him, crashing into the fountain. Then a man with three claws on each hand came jumping from where the throw was.
Man with Claws: How'd you like that, Sabertooth? You ok, Colossus?
Suddenly, the metal man-statue got up and started talking!
Colossus: Yeah, I'm fine, Wolverine. This place is so much different than Russia..
The two began to circle around the fountain, paying us no mind.
Yusuke: Listen freaks, I don't know what your doing here, but I do know your about to leave!
Kuwabara pulled out his Spirit Sword: You heard em'. Now we don't wanna have to hurt you...
Wolverine: Listen kids, we're savin' your butts! So shut up and stand back!
Just then he got hit by a rock, or should I say a piece of road.
Sabertooth: Hahaha! You punk! Can't beat us?
Colossus, Yusuke, & Kuwabara: US?!
Giant Man: US!
The Wolverine was up again, out of nowhere.
Wolverine: Great, Juggernaut. Oh look! Deathstrike and Toad to!! Wow, what fun!
Yusuke: Huh? What's this, a freak reunion? I'll take care of em'! Watch out... Spirit Gun!!
The shot went straight at the Juggernaut. Then hit him. Then he kept on walking.
Yusuke: Uh.... Hmm. Yeah, so Wloffie, let's be friends, hehe!
The group of Villains was getting closer.
Kuwabara: You guys stay here, I think I can... regroup.
Colossus: Well, hurry little kid. I think we could use the help.
Me, Colossus, and Wolverine stood there in front of the freak army, ready to do battle.
Yusuke: Well, I wanted some excitement!

Well, I still can't see guys. O well. I'm gonnna start posting this fanfic I made. It's very, very strange. Well, Peace and Love.

"Make my fists bullets and my feet wings."
-Fighters Prayer
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Tuesday, August 24, 2004

   Wow, An Online War?
Hey people who hate me and like me! I had no idea what was happpening till today, and man am I shocked!! Thanks to Dark Pheonix and Beyblader, I've heard about the whole thing, and some very messed up comments on my site. Anyway, I'm gonna explain the whole thing:

I went to Milkycat's site, because she was on my friend list. I went there and saw the links, so I went to one. Then I saw the pictures and was very grossed out, to say the least. Well, I saw that she was dissing somepeople on that I talk to on MyO, so I decide to come at her. 9that's black for dissing) I left the comment: "There is seriously something FUCKing wrong with you." After that I was visiting everybody's sites and about 10 minutes later, I got an Otaku pop up that said I've had an "Unauthorized Entrance. Please Contact an Administrator at Once." So I went to send Adam an email, and it wouldn't send, something about the sender being disrupted or something. After that I discovered I couldn't get on to my site, only in my backroom. I then discovered that I couldn't go to anyone else's site either. So I just chilled for a few days, sticking to pm-ing some friends, like aim. Then I got mad, and made the post as of yesterday, or 2 days ago, whatever. What would you think if you left a somewhat rude message on someones site and then your site starts messing up? How could I know if she or one of her friends was a hacker or not? I'm not saying Milkycat did or didn't hack into my site, I'm just saying, what would you think?

Anyway, I'm sorry if I started a big war or something, and I thank the people who stood up for me, or atleast thought as much to ask Milkycat, like Beyblader. I hear you all are sending Adam a whole bunch of messages, too. I want everyone to stop, unless it can help me get my site fixed. Milkycat, if you read this, I shouldn't have said that, even though that is my opinon and I think it's wrong. Thanks again for my defense, and the people who took the time to read this longass post. Peace and Love, ya'll.

"Where's the love ya'll? Where's the truth ya'll?"
-Black-Eyed Peas
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Monday, August 23, 2004

   If You See This, Please Help Me!!
Hey guys, sorry for not getting to everyone's sites, but it's been kinda hard, seeing as how I can only log into my backroom. Someone had a little "Unauthorized Entrance" to my backroom, and I'm thinking it was Milkycat. I made fun of her Homosexual pictures, so I think she's getting back at me. It wouldn't let me contact the staff either.. Anyway, Will someone please report this to an administrator, please! I'm trying to figure out how to get back on. Untill then Peace and Love.

"You can't teach an old bitch new tricks."
-Me
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Sunday, August 22, 2004

   Honk-Shuu...
I'm really tiired. I gotta get some sleep soon. Anyway, it's 12:14 am guyz. I made a new picture, an original character of mine. Please give me some kind of feedback. Did you guys watch Inuyasha? It was ok. I wanna ask a question: Did anyone ever see the P.Diddy, Notorious B.I.G., and Busta Rhymes collaboration video, "Yictory?" I saw that today, and it's my new favorite video/song. G'night guys. Peace and Love.

"I don't care how BIG they are. Everyone is the same from the neck up."
-A fighter I know
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Saturday, August 21, 2004

   My Throat Hurts! Mommy!!
Hey guys, it's 12:36 am, and I'm sick. I got sick from being out in the rain! XP Oh, well. I'll bounce back! I saw AvP, and it was awesome! I loved that movie! the end was f'd up though. I had to cuss this dude out for telling my sisters to shut up, (they were being very loud, though.) Ihe told me to shut up, I told him to f____ off! Anyway, I ain't got football till Monday, so I can rest. I think I'll do that now. Peace and Love.

"THe enemy of my enemy is my friend."
-Ancient Indian War Saying
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Friday, August 20, 2004

   Hmmm!! Peanutbutter Crunch!
So what if it's generic! lol Hey guys, it's 7:32 am. I haven't posted in a while. Sorry to the people who care, if there are any. I couldn't get back to sleep after my route. So now I'm here. Well, I've been getting into trouble lately. *grins* Me and my mom kept getting into real bad arguments.. That's not cool though. Well, could you guys look at my Vegeta pic? I need feedback. I did kinda just throw it together though.. Anyway, I got to give a shout out to, umm... all you guys who keep coming to my sight!? Anyway, I'm out. Peace and Love.

"All I know is a man becomes a man from all the shit he goes through."
-Jadakiss
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