

A Light at the End of the Road“Alright, so there’s this black chick, right. She’s sitting on the floor, crying her brains out while I’m standing there trying to think. I tell her to shut up, several times, but she just keeps going on and on, non-stop. Then, all of a sudden she starts reachin' over the counter for something. "Something"…right, we all know what that “something” is, eh. Anyways, I tell her to stop moving, nicely, but she keeps reaching over, ignoring every word I say. So, next I pull my gun and point it straight at her, but guess what? She just keeps going for it. So I’m thinking, does she think I’m stupid or something? I start to yell, she starts to cry eveA Light at the End of the Road
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"A writer is a person for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people." ~Thomas Mann ~postscript *FantasyWritersUnited
You don't mess with me, I don't mess with you. Let's keep things civil between us, shall we?
oh and to do links all you have to do is copy the URL and then past it in the thaught box, pretty easy huh? I got confused with that for a few months!
I really liked your story, you have a lot of tallent for story writing, I look forward to reading more
I like your deviation! Both the poem and the pic is AWSOME!!
good job!!
Ima goona stalky you!!
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~ TeQuaR
No one said it would be easy, they just promised that it would be worth it.
But its still AWSOME!!
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~ TeQuaR
No one said it would be easy, they just promised that it would be worth it.
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I love Canadians! Welcome to the force, Sir Freaky-Deaky!
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QUEER AS FOLK ROCKS!
*dapride
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Imagination is more important than Knowledge
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Passion for Genderfuck
QUEER AS FOLK ROCKS!
*dapride
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Imagination is more important than Knowledge
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