Drinkin'.Alcohol, the deadly cause.
Ha, I bet you drink dont you? Sneaking some of the wine cellar or right from the fridge when your parents go out on the town. I bet you feel cool dont you? Puking up your body fluids just for you can say you did it to your friends. I bet you have a license too? Your people out there are around 17 or 18? I bet you drink and drive too. I hope not but chances are that you are or will. Sad to have that, oh your wondering why I say that. Hmm? Here are some stats to get your head in order. There have been of teenager car crashes from drinking, 27 crashes, 33 killed, 35 injured then eight or so charged with miss behaving Sounds bad huh? That isnt even scratching the bloody drinking glass. Yuck, huh? Well its true, people die way to often over a nice drink that is a slow killer. What do I mean? You gotta be kiddin me! Your losin brain cells with every drink. You get a nasty beer belly if you drink enough. I bet you
Old essay thing.Ferkahhan Z. Léuthmar
(Pronounced: Fur-cah-han Lay-ooth-mar.)
Everyone acts like online people are all wrong and never to be true of heart, just only on the Internet to get in some persons pants. Ive been on the internet for a long while, and I can tell you that it isnt as bad as you think.
I know of a person, heard his voice, and seen his face. Hes sweet and kind. I dont see why would people fear him. I met him when he was in need. He had relationship problems aplenty, with his now currently ex-boyfriend. I saw this man in a state of need. Which sadly hardly anyone cared, it was so disappointing to see someone hurt like that and do nothing.
I was too late to save his relationship, for I had met him a day after the break up. His ex-boyfriend had been trying to kick him out of the house and home. I knew I had to do something. It was over the fact that they broke up, a horrible sight to see a man treated in such a manner.
I live across the wo
Unknown.Fluffeh yelped as a force hit her, her vision blurred, and then her body lay motionless. Overpowering darkness surrounded, her scythe Praenuntius Fatum lay askew from the body, it gleaming in hidden forces, unimaginable to the human mind. The force of darkness was crowding into her mind, her memory fading in and out.
A murmur came from her furred muzzle. Master ? Where are you..? She pressed her paws to the hardened soil, struggling to pull her lean fluffed shape from it. The despairing situation coming into her thoughts, as they started sprinting out what the odds were. Your scythe is too far away...You need help...You are weak.
She grinned despite all these thoughts, rubbing her face with her paw. There was an echo in the air, making her shiver. Child, Yniatai, youre absolutely alone. No one will come. Your Master is me, partly, as I am Atrox. The voice was dreary, and deep. She backed herself