Envious Envokation
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It's not me, it's you... It's never been me.
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Post by Envious Envokation on Nov 8, 2006 20:07:12 GMT 10
That is a fair point though. I am online fairly often, but not as much as some of my friends are.
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Post by fracturedprince on Nov 27, 2006 22:17:42 GMT 10
Ok. It seems that things have calmed down. Good. Um.. Could I just be called Matthew or even Matt. ^^; Other then that. I just wanted to say that I have an idea for the next chapter. But. I have been too busy to write it down (I have taken a note.)
RANDOM MOMENT: Astin is a french name meaning 'Starlike.'
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Post by @-}----Kerz----{-@ on Dec 9, 2006 20:00:44 GMT 10
ova-all: wtf?
@random moment: kewl. i wan a blue giraffe n ill train him 2 kill penguins. coz penguins r scary like penguins!
@fic: i like ;D
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Post by fracturedprince on Dec 25, 2006 21:41:09 GMT 10
Chapter 2 - Small but Brief.
‘Fuck this,’ Aston walked from the gate and gained pace, jogging down the empty, but well light, street. ‘Home is where the heart is … first, you need a real heart.’
His jog then became a run. It was at this state he was able to clear his head of the frustration that had built up from the many years of senseless motion. Eat, sleep, work. The reason he went to the concert was to see if he still had that inner born child. The primary drive for existence.
Aston stopped as he saw the road. A drove past and he then pulled out his mobile phone, fought the temptations; they won. He typed in his message as it began to rain. “You should see the stars tonight. They are beautiful.” He typed into the phone. The message was to his friend, Katherine. He smiled to the reply, “Get back you fucking retard. What do you think your playing at?” His reply was simply, "No."
An elderly woman walked to the corner on which Aston stood. ‘Excuse me young man. Could you please tell me where I can find home?’ ‘What?’ head tilted to the side. ‘Home, you silly child. Do you know what home is?’ Stunned and slightly confused by what this old lady was saying, ‘I don’t know what your talking about.’ ‘Well, you will find it someday. But, I was hoping that you could help me.’ She walked off into the rain.
Then the cat came. ‘Shoo!’ He walked off. The rain became heavier as he continued across the road and further more down the street. Leaving the curious brown tubby alone in the bitter cold rain.
‘Home?’… ‘How was I supposed to know where she lived?’ ... 'Shelter. Need shelter.'
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