Wednesday, October 15, 2008

The song
Well I added the song, but I don't like it on this site. I'll look for another one soon. My fingers hurt, not sure why ^^' lol... I'll just put band-aids on them

There was once a beautiful peasant girl, who fell in love with a handsome nobleman. But because of her class, she never dared to approach him. She died of sadness a few months later. The nobleman got married, had children, and lived happily ever after, never even knowing about the girl who died loving him
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Tuesday, October 14, 2008

music
I'm going to put up some music on here soon. It's going to be hard to look up the exact song I'm going to want on here. It has to be a good, long song that I like...

There was once a young man, who dearly enjoyed playing the flute. He would play the flute from morning to dusk, with nothing to stop him. He played grandiosely and people loved how he played. One day, he couldn't stop playing, no matter how he tried. He couldn't stop blowing through the flute, or moving his fingers in the melodious notes of the flute. He would leap and skip along, going next to people, expecting them to know that there was something wrong, but since he was always with his flute anyway, they wouldn't know anything was wrong and would just smile at him and keep on doing whatever it was they were doing. Sadly, he lived the rest of his short life this way. He couldn't eat or drink, and he died playing his flute.

I'm not sure if I just made this story, or if I got it from somewhere, It gets kind of foggy
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Monday, October 13, 2008

yeah, well
My brother Rj won't stop staring at me.. It creeps me out, so I think I'm going to stay under a low profile for a while. I didn't do anything, but whenever he looks at me, I feel like I did something wrong. I've got no story for today, oh well. Zeek won't stop bothering me about getting a girlfriend or something. I almost yelled at him to leave me alone, I think. I don't want relationships, they're so over-rated anyway. I don't care what people say, or who talks to me, basically everyone's the same. Besides, I don't need one and probably won't. I can do everything on my own, I don't need anyone
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Friday, October 10, 2008

*Yawns*
I'm so tired today, I don't think I'll post up a story. I think that I'm just going to sleep the day away.
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Thursday, October 9, 2008

WITHER
There was a girl, who loved flowers immencely. She was in a meadow of flowers one day, tending to the morning glories when an elf came out and started speaking to her. "Maiden, your beauty shines, and your words are sweet. Is there any wish you might want me to grant you?" The girl thought, and then spoke to the little elf. "Yes, I would like to be as the morning Glories, they bloom so gorgeously"
The girl's wish was granted, and she became like a morning glory. She would awaken with the sun, and sleep with the moon. There just happen to be a young man, who wished to court her. He knew of her love for flowers, and went to the meadow to get her the prettiest bouquet that he could see. Suddenly, the maiden grew deathly ill, and nobody knew what to do. The suitor went up to her house, unaware, so as to give her the bouquet. When he entered the house, she saw the bouquet and died. The bouquet was that of the Morning Glories she had wanted to be alike. So when the Morning Glories were picked and taken away from their source of life, so too did the girl begin to die.

Another story I heard a while back ago that I tried to put in my own words
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Wednesday, October 8, 2008

REALITY
There was a man, he had the ability to make stories come to life. People would always go to him, ask him to write them their very own story. The people were overjoyed when the stories would come out true. Soon they grew to fear his power though... They feared what he could do, and they started to curse him. One day they had enough, and they stormed into his house, took him, and chopped off his hands so that never again would he be able to write. The man grew bitter, disgusted at their foolishness. Years passed, finally the man lay on his deathbed, people cheering all over town, relieved he was going to pass. With the man's few last breaths, he grinned a wicked grin, for his heart had turned sour.. and his last words were that the town may never be able to tell reality from fiction, and so it was. The village was sent into a different dimension, askew from the reality whence it came, and was doomed to live out lives that were not even real.


I remember a very long time ago, I read something like this, so I tried to remember it, and wrote it in my own words and added some stuff to it
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yyeeaaahhh....
The Otaku is so weird.. I don't know how to do much of anything on there. But that's probably just because of how utterly clueless I am D: Well, I might post up little made up stories here once in a while.. maybe. Since, nobody is going to be coming on here anyway. You can hardly even see the letters, lol.
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