Month of August, 2003

Okay, WHERE IS EVERYONE!!!!!!!???????????? Everyone Cannot be on vacation!!!!!!!! It is impossible!!!!!!!!!!!.

Hapiness falls with leaves,
but the leaves have yet to fall.

Chapter 2 Talen

Yanara had been running for three hours when she arrived at “the curtain.

There is a house upon a hill in upstate New York.

Chapter 1 Siege

“Yanara” the called.

Little Children should not read this.

Waych out Nebeker there is a new author here.

Vortax was bleeding at the toes and sweating at the cheeks, the Hotlands were named for good reason as he had learned, but he dreaded the beasts of the Hotlands, Borgs, Thogs and above all else Red Cycloners.

I am making a site kinda like neopets, but better.

The contest on the topic of Dream has been extended to the end of October.

It was a crisp winter morning.

Hello,this is Vortax, their after me.

CHAPTER 1
DEMINSIONS OF PROMISE

Young Vorthax of the Teropical Forests of Rhawas walking home to the hut that his father built.

Here are some more new creatures that you may want to learn about.

I am Sholmes.

Darsullus was not on his throne anymore.

I'm not going to continue some of my current stories as of now, as it is becoming too much to write at one time.

I went to the Ritz with some friends.

He was sick
It was cancer
I thought he would recover
My fantasy told me,
'He will be better'
I prayed, knowing
Always knowing
He would recover
But he didn't
He died
Without the breathing tubes
Or anything else
His children were there
They said their last words
"I love you dad"
I wasn't there
I'll say my last words now
"I love you Papa".

Once long ago, Three promised mages created Orbs of Ancient power.

Certainly, as long as i may make a movie of your Uriel Chronicles

James, Mage-Swordsmen.

Mary sobbed, Liza looked stunned.

The moon rises,
You come 'round
Dance in the moonlight,
Unicorn, dance!
Your silver hooves,
Your silver hair.

Imagine a baby floating down a river
In a basket, squalling
Imagine the baby is your brother
Going to live his fate

Imagine a baby floating down a river
Needing comfort from his mother
Imagine the baby is your new son
Soon someone else's baby

Imagine you are the baby floating down that river in a leaky basket
The water pulling you away from your family
Imagine the innocence of the other babies
The mothers who are grieving for their sons
Squall, Moses, squall.

Erin, that story you wrote about the queen is really good.

GYPSY GIRL, BY RUMER GODDEN< A REVIEW/SUMMARY

Kizzy Lovell, a gypsy, is happy living with her Gran in a caravan behind Admiral Twiss's mansion.

Do you mind if I write some S-P-Y-V-I-R-U-S stories of my own devising? It would have the same title, but be an almost totally different tale.

Summer is finishing, so is the contest
Something about dream, before the end of August
Check the following link:
http://www.

A young man waas walking down a dark alleyway too meet an unknown being.

I am making a redo of -S-P-Y-V-I-R-U-S- .