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ChainedAngel's profile
I like my girls fine as wine and twice as prime as rib.
- Member since
- Dec 12th, 2005
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- Jul 9th, 2008
About Me
She haunts me. In this sense, she is referring to two people: my mistress and my pet. The former watches me as I sleep, standing over me in her dominating fashion. She likes it when I'm afraid of her. It makes her feel powerful. The latter is at my side. She's learned to sleep comfortably in my gentle embrace. She's learned that if she doesn't, the punishment is severe. So I am trapped. Trapped between the beauty who dominates me and the beauty I dominate. Such a constricting corset we lace...isn't it?
Newest Creations
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[[Dead]] - A Naruto Fanfiction - [[13 - The End]]
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Hey Dad-
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[[Dead]] - A Naruto Fanfiction - [[12 - Reconnaissance]]
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[[Dead]] - A Naruto Fanfiction - [[11 - Anbu Operations]]
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[[Outside Insanity]] - [[Part o6]]
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Latest Journal Entry
May 16, 2008
Fulfillment
Have you ever had one of those days where everything just falls perfectly into place, and you feel completely awesome and fulfilled?
Try having one of those days killed.
Things started off this morning blah-like: woke up late, it was raining, whatever. Then Algebra rolls around. Usually I'd sit through it copying answers from people and taking to a friend of mine, but today was the awesomest class period ever.
Sara - the aforementioned friend - andI have this awesome idea. Since our shool is [coughapieceofcough] so into athletics, art, music, etc. and there's nothing for writers, we're going to do something about it. We've come up with a brilliant plan, too. We're going to speak with our guidance counselors about getting a room after school two or three times aweek where we could just sit back and write, and maybe if enough people are interested, turning it into an actual class. We already have a ton of ideas about it.
While talking about it, though, I mentioned something about the theater people. We're supposed to be doing two plays every year, but they're the stupid ones that you can get scripts for off the internet and put together in a gym in about two hours. We proposed - if someone would be willing to oversee it - also having a place for those who want to act, kind of likea drama course.
Then, lo and behold, we smushed the two ideas together, and, if we can manage it, are going to have this "writers group" come up with a script for this "acting group", and see if we can put the whole thing together as a play...
I'm supposed to be brainstorming ideas for it right now, because we hope to see the counselors next week.
Then, all was well and good, until I got asked about my work. I [in my stupidity] left one of my poems out on my keyboard, and my mother found it. It's the only one that swears and whatever, and my mother has it stuck in her head that everything I write is based off personal experience. The poem talks about leaving people behind and interrogating them about why they acted the way they did. It was supposed to be based off Miku and Tori from [[Dead]], and I guess they (my parents) can't understand that.
Whoo, the stupidity...
