I found this. I wrote it when I was like 13. When I had time. It's not that good. |
Night descended like a fire blanket, suffocating the day and bringing the smothering dark. It extinguished the last colours of the dying sun which clung to the horizon l... Posted by on Fri, 23 Feb 2007 07:17:00 GMT |
Free Association Typing..... it's quite rubbish. |
So i'm just gonna start typing and see what i actually end up saying. the problem is that all of the wells are empty and there isn't even any more sunrises. Gah, grammar!!!!! i'm an ogre. I'm really n... Posted by on Thu, 22 Feb 2007 11:36:00 GMT |
THIS IS HOW BORED I AM |
Name:Francesca Louise HaswellBirthdate:2nd November 1987Birthplace:The North PoleCurrent Location:Underwater prison.Eye Color:Green I thinkHair Color:My hair's favourite colour is purple.Height:1.1 mi... Posted by on Wed, 03 Jan 2007 05:48:00 GMT |
Yeah, well. Makes sense. Stupid Fran. |
Sometimes, things are all floopy. Somewhere in the floopy wreckage though, there is usually a something which can be salvaged into a non-floopy thing. Although everything will be a little bit strange,... Posted by on Sat, 16 Dec 2006 15:12:00 GMT |
I like puns. |
I do.
I also like jokes.
Like this one...
A man walks into a dentist, and says "I think I'm a moth"
The dentist says "well, why would you come to a dentist?"
The man says "I don't know... the light w... Posted by on Thu, 14 Dec 2006 02:38:00 GMT |
The muddles moths get into. |
Today i was on the beach, and i saw a moth drowning in the water.Moths can't swim. I picked it up, and let it dry off. It had some wire tangled round its wings so it couldn't fly. Lord ... Posted by on Tue, 18 Jul 2006 10:01:00 GMT |