Celethiel

you know those old Fifties Commericals showing "The Technology of tommorrow" and so on... well i found an article about old visions of what car makers thought the future in car design was going to be. https://autos.yahoo.com/photos/dream-cars-a-vision-of-the-future-of-automobiles-slideshow/ it is interesting... especially the fact that cars of their future never went into those directions.

urg! stop calling it that! This Accident was nothing like what happened to the Titanic, there aren't any parallels at all... to call it Titanic-like is to make it far more sensational than it actually is

cute

yes it is... guilt to eat away at him... guilt and fear.

and thank you for reading

they kill themselves... because of... drama

*kills King lear*

dont... do that....

forgiveness must be earned.

*dispairs!*

thanx

thanx for reading.

which is why i chose to do it thanx for reading and the review.

I Wish I Had Tried By Celethiel What have I done?! I did not want this Sin weighs a ton Deep as an abyss I tried to keep him Even with a kiss It all looks so grim I cannot do this But here I sit And he may not last I should have quit I know that he asked Just what will they think? Dad will be pissed And my heart does sink At who I kissed Adrift at sea Like a broken bone That will be me I will be alone It all hurts inside I want to cry I wish I had tried I want to d

No You Are Not Gay By Celethiel I tried, and I tried You would not hear And I could not hide The falling tear I ran from the pain Thought I could flee So I slashed the vein I will be free I let out a sigh This my last day Unloved I will die What? No, go away! Why is it you cry? Why are you here? No hate in your eye? No, it is fear My skin is so gray Stop with your lies No you are not gay! Strong for your size The darkness it calls Tingling away My vision it falls I

Would You? By Celethiel Would you break me? Why, why such hate? What do you see? Or just my date? They say things will change It will get better Not unless I arrange And break the fetter Your words, a knife Both are so sharp Both take my life But you do harp The knife will be quick It will end my pain I will let you pick Please we both can gain Please hear my plea No more, No more Please set me free Please let me soar But I am to you Nothing but a flea Nothing but

A boy's attempt to stop a bully brings on an approaching storm, that only turns on itself again and again.

sounds like a horror story, "mummy Lake" http://news.yahoo.com/mummy-lake-used-ancient-rituals-not-water-storage-133745688.html on a side note: maybe i should write a horror story about a mummy lake

atleast until we warm it up enough to dry them all up, leaving us like Dune

i couldn't help but think, "time for a shameless self plug" when i saw your blog with your story as a central theme priceless.

i know

i've seen those pictures before, a long time ago... i just don't remember where... lol.

Kirk Junior didn't go down with his ship, the USS Enterprise

google translate is in general rediculious. lol.

Torture me! Torture me sooo good Cia actually, i have found whenever you have taken me to task with my stories. such as puting poetry in collections and what not, I have been better for it. Really it makes sense to stick poetry in collections... after all, just look at how much poetry i put out in a year.... Although i think this blog should have been put up in big flashing lights a long time ago, might have saved a lot of annoying butting of heads... Although i doubt this, there will always be people who won't read things like it, then will have to be taken to task because they don't care to look at what's right in front of their face... or just don't see it, i've done that before... overlooked something by accident on an internet page, or a game, or a story i am reading or writing...