Nenshite

Have you ever had one of those days lieing around the house for hours with nothing to do? Ever fell alseep from boredom, or just bitched about your boredom? If you said yes to all three questions, then you may be at risk to have BTDS - "Bored-To-Death Syndrome". 10 out of 10 people have experienced fatigue, irritablility, TV-addiction, couch-potato-osis, long-distance-calling, masturbation, armpit-scratching-then-sniffing, pasting-marshmallows-to-your-nipples-and-walking-around-in-the-mall-with-your-dumb-ass-friends, watching-re-runs-of-Friends-twenty-three-hundred-times-in-a-row, comitting-suicide (you dumbass), watching-your-bird-hump-its-

Thirteen flights and a few curse words later, the two manage to arrive at the thirteenth flight. Since the fire so long ago, it was repainted and refurnished. The walls were a light brown - peeling -  with wood flooring. The doors were wooden with intricate designs of cherubs and various birds. A few topped chairs were here and there, lightly being illuminated by a ray of the dying day sun with dust particles crossing its path. "So, how much longer do we have to go?" Leon asked. Abel sighed. "Not much longer," While his partner grunted. "And how much longer is 'not much longer'?" "A few doors," And, as predicted, Abel led to the exa

Stepping aboard the porch, Aaramark lightly puffed on her cigarette. 'It sure is cold today,' she thought. It was colder than it ever was in years previously. Above in the sky clouds were floating away to an unknown place. On this seemingly peaceful afternoon, she knew something was ominous. Starting to feel uncomfortable, she shifted her weight, and looked around. She straightened her sunglasses and looked across the town. Little specks known as people dotted the quaint little landscape. A little sigh escapes from her lips as she continues reviewing her hometown of Neo'nyr. After the blizzard last night, the trees and buildings were blanke

Everywhere in the streets, people worship the image of Sharpay, Troy, Gabriella and the other High School Musical cast. Posters everywhere resemble their image, while little girls everywhere MUST have a T-shirt made in their image. Parents everywhere must hum the theme and buy at least one HSM thing for their kids per year. Clothing stores only carry the clothes shown in HSM one and two and the making of the third film. Everything about the cursed film must be worshipped. Anything other, is just blasphemy. Anyone other who wouldn't, was cast down into the dark depths of underground bunkers. Anything that wouldn't fit in with the so-belove

Blood drip, blood fall. Hear my whispered call. My black-feathered friends, our fun never ends. Come and follow me, our night awaits! A spell is cast, your fate avast! The darkness arises, The consequences surprises, Blink an eye before it's too late. Blink an eye before it's too late. But someone knows. But someone knows. Cast the first stone. Cast the first stone. Kill the burdened. Kill the burdened. Mutilate the wounded. Mutilate the wounded. ...as our spell encaptures you into a trance. Ravens flock about, waiting for their master. I screech and shout, their killings grow faster. Smile wide to hide that fear. Your fate

Ugh, I wish I can take a day off! Moth thought irritatedly in his head. He had been working the whole entire day, and now it was nine o' clock at night. Tomorrow, it would be the same thing, working restless hours all over the camp. Sure, he was the smart one, but even smart ones needed rest too. Sighing and taking off his glasses to rub his weary eyes he pauses briefly to nurture himself. It had certainly been a long day... He takes a long look around his lab: two computers beep tirelessly, his aquarium bubbles relentlessly, and his mind talks to him constantly. It doesn't happen much, but every now and again, his mind would actually come