Analyzing Stories

I let the computer write the story. What will happen? Your guess is as good as mine. This has been a lot of fun so far join me in trying to unravel the enigma of iPod word-auto-complete software. (If you ever reach the end of how far the computer has written comment and I'll whip up another chapter

these are going to be the shittiest poems you have ever read, so prepare yo selves. i will try to make five a day, but i am a chronic procrastinator, so we'll see how that goes. EDIT 11/22/15: lol i cant believe i promised five a day oops EDIT 11/19/16: im still alive and i might start writing again but no promises

an notebook of Heros and class 1A's Quirks

merely random thoughts

Ok, so I made this book about me!!!! Ponyy!!! Loooool!!! Enjoy!!! People love this book so everyone read it!!!! Ponies

Tainted- affect with a bad or undesirable quality. My past is tainted along with my present, My future is tainted me forever a peasant. But worst and most morbidly and treacherous of all, My love is tainted and that will be my final fall. Kira's tainted and undesirable past has damned her future to the depths of fear and hiding. Death follows her around like a stench and seems to consume all of those who she holds too closely, forcing her to keep a safe distance from all around her but her family who is in just as deep as she is. Jesse's tainted and undesirable past has done the exact same thing. His past made protection and care blossom in his chest for anyone who may cross his path. Especially when the new girl and her brother who have a knack for lying begin to catch his attention and his perceptive eyes begin to catch onto their deadly secrets. Keeping secrets is her forte, but soon her brother's new best friend takes an interest in her life and watches her every move, what happens when he catches onto her secrets, will all the pieces start to fall into place and the lies turn into truths? +++ "The name's Jesse," he extends his hand for me to take. I glare down at his gesture and then my eyes slowly travel up his body and soon I get to his dark green eyes which I remember as black but up close I realize now they're a forest green. "What the hell are you doing in my room?" my voice comes out cold and demanding, which seems to entertain him because his smirk turns into a full on grin and he lets out a short laugh. "I was looking for the bathroom and got lost pipsqueak," he grins at me. "Last time I checked my bedroom didn't have a toilet in it now get out," I growl lowly. "Make me."

Teen Titan is my favorite cartoon and the writing for each character and episode really stands out to me.

a collection of poetry and lyrics || lowercase intended