So with that being my predicament, at the moment I'm really not spending too much time here. Being a writer, I focus most of my attention on my stories on FF.net.
And....to be honest, that's all there is to say at the moment.


Can You Spell "Awkward?"“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” the horrendous scream echoed throughout the hallways and stairwells of Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends.Can You Spell "Awkward?"
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!” closely followed the louder, higher-pitched shriek that reverberated from the top floor to the basement of the old, Victorian mansion. Wilt and Bloo, who had been playing Go-Fish in their room, immediately darted out and raced down the long and winding hallway, startled and curious to know what was going on. Arms pumping, their breath coming in ragged gasps, the two sprinted off to where they heard the mysterious screams originate from.
“What w


More Than My Friend, Chapter 7At the sound of the school bell, the doors of the elementary school burst open as children flooded out in an unruly mob. Many got on the large school buses waiting on the curb, others climbed into the cars of their parents, some simply jogged the way home, all of them eager to be free of the educational system for two glorious days.More Than My Friend, Chapter 7
One child, however, did not seem to be in as quite a rush as all the others. Mac hummed cheerfully to himself as he made his way through the school doors and outside to the sidewalk. While the front of the school was quickly almost completely deserted of kids, the small brown-haired child took it eas


More Than My Friend, Chapter 6“Woohoo, c’mon Brett!”More Than My Friend, Chapter 6
CLANG!
“Yeah, that was a good one!”
“Me next, me next!”
CRASH!
“Awesome!”
The six teenagers hooted rambunctiously as they took turns kicking a beat-up garbage can around the alley. At first sight, it just seemed like a bunch of hooligans with nothing better to do. However, after they all got in a few more good kicks, one of the group, a grungy-looking boy with a black mullet, motioned for them to stop. When the primitive game was over, the black-haired teen set the garbage can back up, knocked off the top, reached in…and hauled out one dirty,


More Than My Friend, Chapter 5Mac sat fuming angrily behind a tree in the park in a blind rage. Stupid Frankie. What did she know? Trying to baby him the second he walked through the front door of Foster's, always trying to pry into his business when he could, especially the stuff he wanted to keep secret the most. Dammit, didn't she ever know when to stop?More Than My Friend, Chapter 5
Mac was tired of it all. Tired of being told what to do. Tired of being pushed around by everyone bigger and older than he was. It was bad enough with Terrence and Ben making his life a living hell almost every day. But now, after Frankie's constant intrusions culminating with what had happened a few hour
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Friendship is like peeing on yourself: everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings.
By the way, I'm Super Reader on fanfiction.
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'Man, all we seem to be doing lately is burying people. I'm becoming a professional grave digger, except no one's paying me.' ~InuYasha
And I think I need to make you a lit tag, because you are using the default, and in my opinion, if all you are going to post is literature, than you need a special one...
-Marty :-D
Ack, my computer illiteracy is pathetic, for I honestly have no idea what that means.
Surprised but glad to see you have a DA account, though! Welcome, Marty!
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