Happy Thanksgiving!!!!!!!!!!!!

Happy Thanksgiving Peoples!!!!!!!!!!

remember, this holiday still exists! It doesn't go from Halloween to Christmas. be thankful for all you've got!

Exsercise

That glorious art of improving your imagination. what did you expect me to do, lift weights? so not going to happen. but what I will work out is my brain, by create a thankful list,  or if you perfer, i practice being random.
So, step one, get some paper and a pencil. Now number it one to a hundred. set a timer for 10 minutes. Within these glorious ten minutes, think of one hundred thing you are grateful for, and/or random objects, ideas, and places. the harder it is to see a connection, the better. This teaches your brain to think of all the possibilities, forcing it to come up with things faster and faster. If you let your imagination stretch, it will grow stronger, and you can change the time to 5 minutes. So go forth, and let you minds wander!

So this is my leg, or rather, my pants.

What happened? All that BLOOD came from a single thumb. i didn't really notice a until I looked at my leg and saw this mess. First thought; WHAT THE SIXTH! second thought (after looking at thumb); Oh my founders! whats wrong with my thumb!
Do yeah, sort of traumatizing, along with Ms. Boucher screaming at me during play practice.
And that's not marker.

this is a completely random thing I came up with on my way to the library, so yeah.

     I’ve always been able to do things, see things, that other people don’t. I don’t think it’s a questions of can’t…It’s more like they don’t try hard enough. I don’t know why it’s so easy for me to…try, but that’s just the way it is I suppose.

     No one really knows of course. Why would you tell someone things if you had to explain it as a dream, or a movie, or book, that you conveniently forgot the name of. Why tell people you’re crazy right? I don’t I’m telling you this. It’s not like anyone’s actually going to read it. But I’ve always felt that you’re there, looking over my shoulder, seeing all the bits, even the…unpleasant ones.

     I don’t really remember the first…encounter, but I sort of do. I was walking home from the library, just after I had gotten two books. They were good books, actually, I read them later. Really good books. But I sort of…forgot, with everything that happened that day. It was normal day, quite usual actually. I was wearing my puffy white vest, keeps one warm. I had almost reached my house, I was in front of the next door neighbors. There was nothing unusual about the street, unless you live in a desert or something, because there was snow. There was a car, on the other side of the road. It had been sitting there for weeks, didn’t really expect anyone to pick it up at this point. As I saw came around the side, I saw…something, in the window.

     I still don’t really know what I saw, because it was gone within seconds. But it had huge spikes, all over. Quite scary actually. Even now I can still remember the moment when it looked at me, because its eyes…its eyes were unmistakably, without a doubt…human.

The rewrite.

Here is a rewrite of Umbralife's introduction.(Part one.)

9 years ago;
     I fell under the flailing blows, teas washing over the bruises and blood on my face. “Daddy?” my voice cracked.

     “No!” He was sobbing almost as hard as me. “She’s gone, and it’s all your fault, you stupid girl.” He gripped one skinny wrist, but I twisted and got away.

     I ran out onto the street, red splattering the dirty gray walkway. Hot tears screamed down my face, the salt falling into the cuts and hurting even more. This was worse than any pain I had ever felt, worse than when I had fallen off my tricycle. That time there was a loving mother, to kiss my hair and fetch a Band-Aid. That mother was gone forever.

     I turned back, wondering why. I saw daddy pull something heavy and black out of his pocket. He pressed it to a throbbing temple and whispered, just loud enough so I could hear, “I love you Marie.”

      I ran, almost knowing what was going to happen. I heard a gunshot echo over the neighborhood, loud and sudden. I kept running, and I didn’t stop until dusk was falling. When the sun was almost behind distant mountains, I reached a tree and curled in a ball in between two thick roots.

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas

So, It's snowing like crazy! Insanely snowing. Crazy snowing!
And the cat is a fluffy as ever.

Doctor who?

So for everyone who likes mlp and/or Doctor who, here's a little something i stumbled across. Hope you like it!