Meeko

2007 Anthology

“Morning, honey,” my mother greeted me very kindly, as I entered the kitchen. I should have known better than to walk in there in the mornings. I couldn’t even bring myself to look at her. I abruptly turned around and began walking back towards my room; but she reached out and firmly griped my arm pulling me back toward her. “Clay… dear,” she pleaded in a very weak tone, but I would not have any of it. I snatched my arm away from my mother and was about to run back to my room. My mother’s eye

A firefighter's job is stressful, but it becomes much more dangerous when loved ones are involved.

Not This Time By Meeko (L0st Cause) Panicked, I sat in the back of the truck. I didn't quite remember how I ended up back there on my only day off, but that really didn't matter to me right now. My eyes swept across every road, every building, everything our truck passed. Once the alarms sounded and the location of the emergency was announced, men in all shapes and sizes were rushing to get on their gear as quickly as possible. Time wasn't something any of them were willing to waste. Wit

Alex and Shawn lived in two different worlds, though with a connection between them that went beyond being best friends.

Dear Alex, I’ve known you since we were five; I still remember the first day we met. It was the first day of kindergarten, when my mom tried to leave and I clutched her hand for dear life, begging her not to leave me, trying to convince her to let me stay at home with her, but then I saw you, the way you walked into the classroom by yourself, and how you held yourself so together. I dropped my mom’s hand instantly and was practically pushing her out the door. She must have thought I was all k

The Boy Who Cried Sorry By Meeko Once upon a time, in a little town on an island in the middle of nowhere, lived a beautiful young boy. He looked to be no older then seventeen. He was tall but far too thin for his age. He had naturally blond hair, shimmering blue eyes, and a slight dusting of freckles over his cheeks right around his dimples. His beauty was hard to see and often overlooked by those who lived on the island. But it was there, behind all the marks and bruises, the scars

Common words evoke extraordinary emotions as the reality of neglect and abuse intrude on a fairy tale world.

I'm a little late but.... HAPPPPYYYY BURFDAY STEVE!!!

To those of you who find my or Krista's blog offensive and demeaning, boo f**king hooo tough f**king shit. instead of going around and giving each and every single one of our entry's the lowest possible rank... How about instead you put on your grown up pants and just stay the f**k away from our blogs? Because you see these are OUR private blogs, where though GA we are allowed to express ourselves pretty much freely. So go cry a f**ken river and bitch and moan all you want. In other words, if you don't like what i have to say, GET THE f**k LOST. In other more pleasant news, I won 100 bucks from a poem I submitted into a competition last semester my school was holding. Speical thanks to Tiff, & Steve who helped to transform that story from the pathetic piece of crap I wrote into the masterpiece that won me some cash. I'll buy you both drinks =P I'd probably post the poem here, you know, if people weren't being such dipshits. Love yours truly.

Hahahahaha that's exactly what Krista said!

THE PENIS THAT KILLS By Krista & Meeko What a way to die, to moan, sigh and cry, they are happy tears, I've wanted a cock this big for years, I like it hard, I like it rough, it makes me tough. Fill me up, with your hot stuff. My oh my what a way to die, no pain, that's lame, cum is my name, deep throating, my game. I've been looking for a big dick, finally found it too, But I never thought it was possible for a tiny guy like you. The only thing that matter's though, Is how deep you can go! I like it hard, I like it rough, it makes me tough, Fill me up with your hot stuff. No I don't love you, just what's between your knees, what small cocks come later would surely be a tease, I like it hard, I like it rough, it makes me tough, Fill me up, with your hot stuff. What a way to die, to moan sigh and cry, They are happy tears, I've wanted a cock this big for years.

I write like J.K Rowling

Someone once asked me,

at this point I don't think it's happening...

I've gone though each and every one of my stories I have not touched for years and came to a conclusion. I'm a perfectionist, and i won't ever be happy with anything I write or do period. No matter how much I try it always just comes out the same and I get frustrated and stop writing. I need inspiration, I need tips, tricks, i need... a whole lot of help. bleh

Meow

I saw one of my Ex boyfriends on the news yesterday getting arrested for trespassing at the governors office (They were protesting) . The first thing that came to mind was, "Hey i had sex with a criminal!" Also Ask me anything http://formspring.me/meekord Goodnight!

it's pretty bad when you can't sleep because your too busy worrying about a fictional character from your own story, and the way you left him in his current situation. When you get so caught up in the story that you can't write anymore because it hits way to close from home, and you don't want to ever relive the pain even if just though a story. that being said, no I have no forgotten about Last Goodbye, I just honestly haven't had the time. I know yet I have time to write a new story right? we'll in my defense this story is for my creative writing class, it's my final project. it's a very emotional story, it's touching, it's real world unedited t its finest. Can you believe summers right around the corner? it's unreal but I'm so excited for it and everything else that's been happening. I've started off this year really really rough, but I can see the light and things look a whole lot clearer now than they ever have before. Maybe it's just the fact that I now have another guardian angel watching over me. One that i miss very dearly, one that changed my life. One that no matter how hard I try not to cry just the thought of her brought tears to my eyes. In my 22 years of living, the worst pain I've ever experienced was to sit around helplessly just waiting for her to pass, watching her in pain, struggling to breathe, knowing that there wasn't a damn thing i could do to help her. It was the longest two days of my life, the most memorable and miserable. it's something i never want to relive and yet i know i will, someday. it's just a part of living right? we'll you know what? it sucks. but, I'll live, I'll moved on, i just won't ever forget.

I have an email address you can use, but only under one condition. I get to read your stories before their even written down on paper. Deal? =P

What kind of decent human being could just stand around and watch? What if the girl was killed? I think that's downright bullshit. So what if they get fired, what's more important your job or knowing that some girl got killed and you just stood around and did nothing.

Like you said Dom, I don't like seeing a meaningless death. It depends exactly what kind of surprises your talking about. I am guilty of reading a certain author with some expections based on other stories they wrote. For example, I know that Tiff will always write dark, twisted, downright gut wrenching stories, so i prepare myself for them and only read them when I'm at that certain mental state of mind that i know I'll be okay to read them. Then there is Dom, who writes amazingly love stories, mostly with surprises here and there, but in the end everything works out the way it's suppose to and all is well in the world of Domluka.

your not the only one pal. I can honestly say WT is my all time Fave Dom story.

I've read lots of stories, enjoyed some, didn't care much for others, and really feel in love with a few. But this takes the cake. never EVER have a had a story impact me so much that it's constantly in my head, morning till night, through work, school, and even in my dreams. It's taking over my body, my mind, everything about me. It's to the point where I go to sleep thinking about it, wake up thinking about it. It's driving me completely insane. I've maybe spent the most time on GA over the past weeks then i ever have before just constantly refreshing the page like some crazy obsessed person, hoping that maybe, just maybe I'll get lucky and see a new chapter early. Damn you Domluka, your slowly destroying me.. but it's SO damn worth it... f**k! Is WT chapter 18 up YET?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Dom... Bagels.... BAGELS...... MINE! I don't understand how any person could hurt a dog, or any animal or any human for that matter, but it happens. It's people like you that balance off the wrong doers and help make this place a little better one step at a time. That being said I can't wait for WT 16. It's going to be freakinfantastic, just like you. Now that i buttered you up... where's my bagel? (P.S. Don't forget to sprinkle some coconut and pineapples over it just the way I love it <3)