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January 19

the pets I want

Ok now this won't happen for a while, but I want to have pets. Two dogs (or one) and on cat. Heres the discription of them...
 
 
Name: Sparkey
breed: Huskey
gender: male
age: 4 or 5
personality: easy going dog, would like to sit by tour feet and be petted just as much as run after frizbees.
looks: greyish and white with brown or blue eyes.
reason for name: I have a stuffed huskey that I've had since I was 7 or so and called him that.
 
Name: unknown (mom's dog)
breed: Bulldog
gender: male probably.
age: doesn't matter.
persoality: laid back, much rather just sit around than get up and run.
looks: large, white coat with brown cape and muzzle.
 
 
Name: Izzy
breed: unknown, black cat
gendar: Female
age: 5 or so.
personality: friskey, cute, and energetic.
looks: black all over, with emerald green eyes. (i'd probably put a large gold cat bell on the collar next to her tags)
reason for name: I probissed my friend I'd name my first black cat after her.
 
Yep those are my hopeful pets!
January 08

winter vacation

hey people. Today is the last day of vacation. While on vacation, we went to disney land, i got loads iof new things for X-mas, i got my internet back, and a whole bunch more. There are two holidays that i love and that's X-mas, and halloween. *starts eating candy* I love the candy and presents.
December 06

intros

ok i'm making up some new charries for neopets. here goes...

wolf charries:
bear
night

A huge brute stood upon the snowy boarder of the terra, his coat making him almost invisible. The only thing that was not white was the jet nose upon his muzzle. He pulled up his great head and let out a song, a soft yet masculine note rose from his jowls. As he let his furry head down, he sat, white haunches settled on the cold feathery ground, to wait until another howl answered his cry for entrance.His name was and always will be Bear.

a screaming howl rose from the scilnce, spliting the air. a black wolf stood just beond the boarder, his cranium raised in song.  as he let down his muzzle he opened yellow eyes, those and a long white scar were the onley things that stood out from this ebony wolf. a long bushy tail rose and curled slightly near the end. the wolf lay down, and waited, ears pearked for even a wisper of a howl in the distance. the answere to his loanly cry. the wolf's blessing was Night.

power teens
angel

Angel sighed; her blond white hair fell in layers around her shoulders. She wore a black hoodie over a black tank top, and baggy blue jeans. White eagle wings were nestled agenst her back as she stood upon the roof of  the school. She looked down; a few people were wandering the grounds. Like them she had been cast out of her home, and scorned in her hometown. She was shy but out going, and acted more like a twenty year old, more than a 16 year old. She lay back and watched the clouds roll bye as she thought.
November 26

a begining of a story

Jade closed her eyes. The light from the computer was blazing into her dark room. Breathing she almost fell asleep before lifting her head. Sighing she wrote on. Sleep was boring. She would join everyone else in another hour. 11:00 pm shone in the right bottom corner of her monitor. Jade felt a chill go through her as she breathed in deeply. She had writers block and could hardly write a sentence at a time. She had written songs, stories, and poems at this time of night but to night she could not get anything stared. Jade had hit a dead end. She looked at her mom’s glasses on her desk and looked at her reflection. Brown hair, pale freckled skin and blue eyes where were slightly clouded over at the moment. She yawned and wondered if the Internet was back on…

 

No luck. Jade sighed. She starred at the keyboard wondering if she thought hard enough the keys would type a story but still nothing. Dang was summer boring.



im writing another story, ya i know i know, i got to lay off, but hey thats who i am. anyway, untill next time
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September 30

poem

If I were a star,

I would be a small one,

Noticed only by the ones that look for me,

Sparkling softly against the midnight sky.

 

If I were a wolf,

I would be a lone one,

Teeth bared against those I don’t know,

Standing my ground beneath a pine tree.

 

If I were a leaf,

I would be a fragile one,

Hold me too hard and I crumble,

Pieces falling from your palms

 

If I were a color,

I would be a cold one,

Looked over until just the right moment,

Only a detail in the picture of life.

 

If I were a storm,

I would be a raging one,

Thunder and lightning striking the ground,

Winds swirling out of control.

 
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