“Where do you get your ideas?” is probably the most asked question a writer is ever going to hear. And it’s a completely understandable one. How did Stephen King come up with Christine, a homicidal car that kills its owners? How did JK Rowling come up with Harry Potter, a kid who goes to a school for wizards? How did Stan Lee come up with Spider-Man, Bob Kane come up with Batman, Shuster and Siegel come up with Superman?
And, more importantly, how did they take those ideas and turn them into a story?
Ideas are everywhere, and ideas are- generally speaking- nothing special. Everyone has them. Quite often, when it comes to writing, people have the SAME idea, at the same time. Why do you think Hollywood comes out with two volcano movies in the same season, or two giant asteroid movies, or two earthquake movies? Ideas float around, just waiting to be plucked from the air and developed into something special- and it’s this development that decides how good it’s going to be.
I could have thought of Skulduggery Pleasant, after all, and set it in a world OF talking skeletons, where everything is magic and the fantasy overtakes the reality. Who knows, it might even have been good- but it wouldn’t have been the Skulduggery we all know today.
So the important thing, the really important thing, is what you do with the idea once you have it.
BUT- that’s not what I’m going to be talking about today. I’m here to talk about the ideas themselves, and where they come from.
Clive Barker once described the inside of his head as an attic. And in this attic, the walls are covered with posters. These are posters of every movie he’s ever seen, every book and comic he’s ever read, every song he’s ever heard. There are posters from history, from legend, from fairyales and from dreams. There are posters from his own life, his own experiences. His attic is FILLED with these posters, and they’re plastered on top of each other and beside each other, layer upon layer upon layer.
And here and there, some of the posters get torn, and frayed. Posters get ripped. And when that happens, he gets to see part of the poster underneath, and a little of the poster underneath that. And so suddenly he’s looking at a book he once read when he was twelve on top of a movie he’s just seen, combined with a dream he once had about a song he once heard.
And THAT is where ideas come from.
Different elements of different things combine to make something new. Skulduggery Pleasant is not the first walking skeleton in fiction, after all. Off the top of my head, there is Ghost Rider, Jack Skellington, Death (from the Terry Pratchett novels), and a character from a video game called Grim Fandango. I was aware of all of these things when Skulduggery came to me, but the idea of him didn’t come from ANY of these things. The idea of him came from his name, which told me who and what he was. The name Skulduggery Pleasant told me he was a skeleton detective- I didn’t come up with a skeleton detective and then look around for a name.
Of course, the books have a lot more ideas in them than good old Skulduggery, and some of them I even know EXACTLY where the idea came from. Serpine’s hand, for example, came from the Nick Cave song “Red Right Hand”, one of the coolest songs ever written. Other ideas come into existence out of sheer necessity.
Valkyrie’s reflection, for example. I started writing the book, way back in 2005, and the reflection wasn’t a part of it. I was writing a story about a 12 year old girl who sneaks out of her house and ditches school in order to spend time with a skeleton and find out who killed her uncle. She was getting into trouble in school, and she was having arguments with her parents. Every time she returned home, they’d have another argument- and that’s not what I wanted at all.
I wanted her home life to be warm, and fun, and funny. I wanted her parents to be crazy in love, and a little bit crazy. But I could write about none of that, because they were all spending their time arguing.
So I got to roughly halfway through, and I realised this wasn’t working. I needed to do something. The first thing I did was to have this story all happen during the summer holidays, when Valkyrie wouldn’t have to go to school. This cut down on SOME of the arguments, but not all. I needed something else, something bigger. I needed her parents to NOT miss her when she was gone. I needed a stand-in, perhaps, I needed a... a reflection.
The moment I thought of her reflection taking over her life when she was gone, my problems were over. Now she could be gone for days on end, and no one would know. I came up with the rule that she absorbs the reflection’s memories because I didn’t want her to miss out on school-work, and also because it was an entirely logical move to make.
Not only did the reflection solve a load of problems, it also offered up LOADS of story opportunities. It changed the course of the series, as you have all seen. The reflection is changing- it is growing. I know plenty of you have your own theories about what will happen to the reflection and I totally understand why you would think that. So far, you’re all WRONG, but I totally understand why you’d come to that conclusion...
Heh.
Now, when you get to the sixth book in a series, coming up with ideas is totally different to writing the FIRST book. Most of the elements are already there- they already exist. But you still need new ones.
Such as the whole Death Bringer thing. I’ve had that in mind for YEARS, and over that time, it’s changed. The more I wrote about Necromancers, the more I examined their powers, the deeper I got into their philosophy, the more I changed who and what the Death Bringer was. I needed certain things to happen to certain people in certain ways, and the ideas flowed from that.
Necessity, as they say, is the mother of invention. If you truly NEED something, you WILL find a creative way to do it.
Er, hopefully.
The honest truth is, there is no satisfactory answer to the most popular author question ever- and I don’t think there needs to be. People ask me it all the time, like they’re waiting to hear the secret, like once they KNOW where the good ideas come from, they’ll be able to write that amazing book they know they’re capable of.
But the idea isn’t the important thing. The important thing is the work, and the effort, and how you take that simple little idea and turn it into something special. And all THAT will only happen when you actually sit down and write the thing.
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DEREK!
Posted the drawing of Nicolette. It's so bad. Sorry Nicolette. Now I'm going to bed. NIGHT ALL!!!!
Night!
I'm melting chocolate because I'm bored...
...That was fun...
I know you're around there SOMEWHERE Derek!
I'm going to post a series of poems and such that I've written. Please tell me what you think...Let's start with the most depressing of them all...
I cannot see the summer light,
I've been in the dark for so long,
The sun is so bright it blinds me,
That I stay in the shadows alone.
My soul, corrupted by my stupidity,
Has altered my heart and mind as well.
I think like a madman, see like a bird,
I disguise my insanity by not being heard.
I'm a cat in the night,
A leaf on a tree,
As long as I wish it,
I will not be seen.
Because I am,
And I was,
And I'm fated to be.
I was cursed to always and forever be me.
Here's one on life and death...
In life you live,
You love, you hate.
You laugh, you cry,
You want, you wait.
In death you die,
Your loved, and hated.
You laughed, you cried,
You wanted, you waited.
Life shall pass,
Death shall stay,
All bright colours fade away.
Your dead before you live,
You live before you die.
You live to experience.
You experience than die...
Here's one that hardly rhymes...
I wish upon a starry night,
And never wish a wish too far.
I am one of those who often dream,
With my feet on the ground and my head in the clouds.
I may not rhyme,
Even if I speak in poems,
Because I am different,
As different as can be.
I choose to be one who shades her eyes,
So that mystery and wonder is my present.
I live today.
Say goodbye to the past.
Look forward to morrow.
And wander in silence along my highway.
I know who I am,
I can't remember who I was,
And who I will be?
Well...that's a question for later.
Isn't it...?
One that's on my take of an event for a character. (Yay Kubo-san!)...
He faces the world, head held high,
He is a hero, an idol, a beacon in the night.
But inside all of that, is pain, and shattered pieces,
Because he, for all that he's done, is powerless.
He cannot see his friends,
He cannot see his enemies,
He cannot even see himself anymore.
It is all gone,
Everything.
Because he is blind,
Because he has sacrificed,
Because he made a vow.
He knows life changes,
He knows life hurts,
But he, for all that he's done, cannot fathom why.
Pain continues and pain changes,
Life continues and life changes,
And the ability to keep everything you hold most dear,
that, that will always be like catching the wind.
Because that's the way things are, and that will never change...
Here's one from a 'romantic/tragic' short story I wrote on some characters. Shush I know. I blame it on...being of the female gender...
For a thousand nights I’d watch you sleep,
And smile a thousand times each time you’d breathe.
My heart is yours,
My soul is yours,
Every cell in my body becomes yours until I am you and you are I.
I’d like to think that ours is every breath,
And that for every same beat inside our chests.
When those caged butterflies soar in the sky and become kings,
I know that I love you,
A thousand times over,
A thousand times more,
Each time increasing from the first time before.
With a smile that’s blinding,
You saved me.
With a smile that’s blinding,
You healed me.
And with a smile that’s blinding,
You sheltered my heart from the rain.
And taught me a thousand words on how to love again.
So thank you, my Hime, and know that I will always love you. For more than five lifetimes worth.
This isn't a poem, but a story of a dream...I added a little Pirates of the Caribbean line-ish in there just to end it...
A man calls to me. He speaks my name. Tells me things that I can hear but never comprehend. And I am afraid; because he screams, because he shouts. And I fear because another man, tall, handsome, and shadowed in grief; tells me that the earlier man sought out my death.
Fear, terror, pain, grief.
I feel it all for the briefest of moments, but the longest of times.
The sky has changed. It is dark, eerie, almost as if it is grieving for the innocent. As if it is informing the gods of the blood that has been spilt on this night. Coming down my street, I see why the sky mourns. Dozens of bodies litter the space in front of me. All of them are propped up like marionettes. Each a sick joke played for the masses. Bile rises from my throat, leaving a rancid taste in its wake. I am helpless. I can do nothing for dead men. I cannot even figure out who did this and why. Because the only ones left are them and dead men tell no tales...
AND this is me quoting myself...
"I refuse to do a lot of things. I refuse to give up, I refuse to grow up, and most importantly, I refuse to let my life slip past me, faster than I can blink. 'Cause ya, it happens every day."
"Yes, my thoughts and likes may be old, but my heart is green and so it shall remain; as long as I keep burden from turning it black."
"As a personal rule of respect, I do not swear. If it came down to swearing to keep my friends, or not swearing and becoming the nerd at the end of the table. I'd pick option two. First off, if such petty matters affect your friendship, then the people in front of you are not truly your friends. Secondly, I would end up dis-respecting myself and later hating myself for doing such a thing. I'd rather keep myself than keep those who will eventually let you go for something they deem better anyways."
"If I ever get hit by a car and die, I don't ever want people to think of it as a tragic, horrible affair. Instead I'd like them to say that I was attacked by the Jackie Chan of all vehicles and that I fought against this attack with such vigor and strength, people worldwide were teary with awe. But unfortunatly the car was a dirty fighter and eventually it won."
"As long as you live with the notion that everything can be worse, things will be fine... Or you might just become horribly paranoid. Either or. "
"My soul echoes and my heart catches it. My eyes close but my mind spreads its arms open, waiting to embrace whatever comes its way. Words drip from my tongue and I know that the echo will be loud enough. To all those who listen with their eyes."
Was that inspirational enough? Remember all these quotes are mine. MINE people.
Soooo...
What do you think?
Eww...My dog just puked. I can't say anything though. If I do, he won't clean it up...*Shudders* Gross.
Derek!!
If you come to Canada I'll make you a cup of tea...and a toasted Western...Or maybe some stir fry? I'd go for the offer if I were you. I think you need to see more of Canadian soil...It'll...umm...help you write???
Oh my. I that I need to see more Canadian soil myself. These grammatical and spelling errors are driving me up a wall...Grr...
*Starts crying*
...So...many...errors...
*Rocking back and forth singing*
"Down by the reeds
Down by the reeds
Swim the Sirens of Oakvale
Out to the seas
Down by the reeds
Down by the reeds
Float the souls left unbroken
By white balverines
Down by the reeds
Night blooming weeds
Embrace those who go dancing
In sad moonlit dreams
Down by the reeds
A twisted path leads
To banshees who breathe out
A cold winter's breeze
Nobody knows
Nobody sees
The Sirens of Oakvale
Down by the reeds"
(From Fable 2)
*Tries to moonwalk*
My mother can moonwalk...
Dad walked into the kitchen and announced that he needed to eat dinner. He grabbed a piece of blueberry pie, smiled at me and said "dinner". As he was eating it, I told him that that wasn't a legitimate supper. He exlpained to ME that if he heated it up or ate it the way that he was, it was considered dinner. Then if he has a piece later with whip cream on it, that is apparantly dessert...
He then said; "I'm a grown up. I can do whatever I want." *Sighs* He's like a five year old I swear.
Derek, have you seen the Book of Eli? It wasn't too bad in my opinion...A little on the Fallout 3 side though...
Ooh! MediEvil was a great game...at least it was when I was younger...
If you are ever needing a story, I learned some ways to find them that is like what Derek was saying.
One: Listen to a song - on that you've never heard works best - and write down what ever comes to your mind. Then do it several times over. Once you've finished, examine your little blurbs (i do this in blurbs - you can do this in lists or anything) and something will come to you if it is ment. i.e. I wrote this blurb about this guy with electricity and now I am writing my own book off of it.
That is just one- I will post more later! Hve to get paint- bye1
It's a PS1 game...
Oh lookie here...
People come and people go,
Memories fade as new ones take their places.
People are saddened by this,
But life is about change evermore.
...See randomness is good for the soul...Hopefully.
I need to eat something for dinner...Perogies!!
Hey! It's alright...I'm waiting for Derek anyways...and this water to boil...and the next Bleach chapter...
Ahhhhh...Why me...I just want to read the next chapter...and have Derek talk to me...because I'm bored...
DErEK! MIstER LAnDY! WHEReFORE ArT ThoU DErEK?!
Okay I won't say!
DDDDDDDDDDDDDDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bonjour Monsieur!
Konnichiwa Landy-san!
Ni Hao Derek!
Arriverderci Kallista!
Bonjiourno Singor!
Holla Singor Landy!
Is gutentag hello in German?
If so Gutentag!
Aloha!
Wait...didn't Skulgirl say shoah or something is hello in Hebrew?
Shoah!
Hey it's morning time in Ireland apparantly...so...
Ohayou Landy-san!
Derek!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*Bathroom break*
Please answer my questions Derek...I have issues...
*Sighs* Crazy, crazy Mary...
Gah my head is tingling again in the same damn spot...grrr...
Mmm...the perogies were delicious...
DeReK lAnDy!!!!!!!!!!
Where art thou?!
Thou darest ignore me?!
I see...Derek doesn't want to talk to me.
He darest ignore I. I who be amazing incarnate.
*People stare wondering about Mary's sanity*
Aw...5-6 more hours?
Phooey.
Is EVERYONE under duress. First Derek, now the translators...*Weeps* Ah yes. I'm weeping. Bet you didn't see that one coming...
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I give up...
It said your name Derek.
Just so you know...
Fine. No one talk to me...I see how it is.
I'm little lonely Mary.
Oh, hello again Kallista!
I like chinese food...although it isn't authentic...because we live in Canada/America. Sorry if I don't respond right away. I'm talking to you and reading...
My cousin's girlfriend is Korean, and when they visited, she made us some Korean style sushi. 'Twas tasty.
Sorry...Internet died for a moment...
Why hasn't it been a very fun day?
Is it bad of me not to care? I'm hopeless...Shoot me now.
I didn't even care both times when my cats died.
It's alright...The last time I was upset about something like that was when my horse died...
Hmmm...Dad's cell phone cut out.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H75RkYQcYvI
This is sad...I dare you to watch this and not cry.
here let ME try...8clears throat and then there is pure silence.....* DEREK LANDY WAKE UP!!!!!!!!!!!!! please*
Yes, we have three.
I don't really want them though. I got tired of cleaning up after them...Oh do I hate it.
...m i interuppting something....i think ill just leave yo two alone 8runs like the dickens to a bomb shelter*
No need to leave my dear girl...
*peaks jead out of shelter to see marshmallows being dropped by flying monkeys!!!! NO MONKEY NOOOO!!!!!!!*
i feek so young on this im 13 and your all like 14 and older
mine!
I'm in the older category.
Ohh...
nice to see you guys too!...mary are you 15??????
im sorry i didnt come on earlyer i had a pep rally at school eh not so great but i still practically lost my voice then i went to friends house then it was karate then i came back watched some tv and now here i am!
I a'int telling.
fine mary be defiant tbut you should appreciate your age!
I do, but...The evil people will get me...
what evil people???? i see no evil....i hear no evil....and i definatley speak no evil!
See! I watched it too. I cried. AGAIN! Every single damn time!
I eat evil for breakfast.
ME TOO! *follow kallista in persuit of posing heroicaly*
ew i forgot breakfast but had an AWESOME wrap for lunch
I was running behind today, thus I had to scarf down my breakfast. My chopsticks were flying. (I ate noodles)
LUCKY!!! i wish i could have noodles for breakfast!
You know what also is sad? The ending of Final Fantasy 10. I cried at least 7 times at the end. SEVEN!
mom would KILL me she says i eat too many carbs :p
I'll eat pretty well anything for breakafast. AND no one cares. So yep.
...never see or played it what ever it is...but i did bawl at the end of Harry Potter the new one! i NEVER cry when i read or watch ANYTHING!!!
I'm surprised I'm not fat yet...Well I do do a lot of excercise related things. AND I drink a lot of green tea and I do not drink pop...
I actually laughed a bit.
my friend eats a lot of junk and she looks anorexic and she is definitly NOT its so strange!
at the end of harry potter???? HOW COULD YOU!!! DOBBY DIED FOR GOODNESS SACK HOW COULD YOU LAUGH ABOUT THAT????!?!?!?!?!?!?
My brother could pass as Skulduggery, yet, he eats like there's no tomorrow.
I'm heartless at times...Mom even says so. She says that I could at least ACT like I care. I told her it was too much work.
Do you guys like artists like...Bruno Mars, Kesha, Drake...etc?
THANK YOU! she understands! oh no here come the water works again...
Ke$ha yes i have some songs Brüno Mars i have one song oh! thanks for reminding me tomorrow i must buy some new songs my friend showed me!
*Laughs but stops short as rib moves. Coughs then fidgets*
I'm good!
...why are you laughing????
Shame on you Skulgirl...*Sighs*
I wasn't meant for these times. I really wasn't.
The minds of children are being jeapordized by crappy quote on quote music.
I was laughing at the water works...now my heart hurts. Great.
If you say that you like Justin Bieber, I'll kick you in the shins.
well i mostly listen to Sweeney Todd umm whats his name he sings Come On Get Higher LOVe that song and i listen to moulin Rouge i also like 3OH3 and Escape the Fate! and now im into Broken benjiman or something along those lines and another one but i cant name it right now!
EWWW OH GOD NO! NEVER Justin Beiber me and kallista even burned him in a bon fire earlyer!
I listen to classics (ie. Bach, Mozart, etc)
I listen to Opera.
To broadway.
To oldies (Like the Inkspots, Jimmy Ruffin)
Gary Jules...etc, etc
oh god kallista you almost gave me a heart attack there for goodness sake we BURNED HIM!!!
Oh thank goodness.
OMG BRODWAY LIKE RENT AND WICKED AND SWEENEY TODD!!!!! I LOVE THOSE *well te movie sweeney todd not the play never seen the play*
Night. I'm leaving now.
WHAT?!!?!??!!? *latches onto marys knees causing her to fall* DONT LEAVE!
....one thing to say about classical....EW! no offense but i cant STAND it i think it happend when we played sorry when we play it inorchestra man that puts me to sleep
*Poofs away*
He'll pay...
it 3 in the morning there!
MARY COME BACK AND STAY WITH US!......*becomes Darth vader* MARY JOIN THE DARK SIDE!
*seeing punches dont work takes out katana and grins wickedly starts chasing a very pale kallista hacking her sword at her*
ok! come back soon!
grrr alone....i hate it so....
i seriously have bad timing issues!
kallista where are yoU!
*looks and stares for the moment it takes to register that kallista has just stolen her hat and then runs like the dickens after her!*
*skulgirl leaps from post to post comment to comment and sticks a landing right infront of kallistas path*
*cruses self then runs skilfully and quietly ninnja like to catch the hat stealing kallista*
OY! KALLISTA YOU GET BACK HER WITH MY HAT! i need it for tea! *runs like Jack Sparrow *SOOOOO AMAZING!* and finally finds kallista trapping her in the corner of Dereks house she lifts up her sword to make the final cut when derek appears holding a cup of tea sword still in midair he says * WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?!?!?!?!
*skulgirl then faints at the sight of Derek dancing with kallista instead of signing books to HER!!!!*
and also sword is stabed into wall nearly getting one of his cats
*yelling while falling* KALLISTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa................
YEAY! i love a happy ending! i hate those that leave me hanging!!! *glares at derek looking innocent while drinking his tea and shrinking into his chair*
DEREK!!! WHE YOU COME ON YOU HAVE TO TELL ME AND KALLISTA WHAT YOU THINKOF OUR LITTLE STORY WE RANDOMLY PUT TOGETHER!1!!!!!!
dont you agree!
gah sadley i must depart for i must get up early and shower before we leave tomorrow
HAVE A HAPPY THANKSGIVIING IF I DONT COME ON TOMORROW!
why hello...
sorry for my dissapearance
happy thanksgiving americans
i think i might read more fan fics and write mine
I'm on for 1/2 an hour if anyone is on...
Nope, no one...
Damn it :( :( :(
*doodles on paper*
*ruins the paper with tears*
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Well I have to go to school now... bye :(
*leaves crying*
DEREK LANDY SAID HI TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! i am on top of the world(don't look up) and cant wait till Derek makes the MOVIE SCRIPT!
aww i missed dragona! SORRY! i probably wasnt awake yet..... well im on now until i get kicked off so derek if your done with breakfast i would love to see a comment!
or should i say lunch...
DEREK!
anyone????
this is the hour i which almost EVERYONE is at school......
any1 on???
any1?
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THRICER!!!!! IM ON AND SOMEONE ELSE IS HOORAY!!!!!
sorry it took me a while went to the store to pick up food
oh i sure hope thricer didnt leave!
thrice, not thricer
wooops so used to adding an r at the end but still YES YOUR ON!!!
or am i on, mabye this all your imagination
... imagination
If any new people come on we should keep saying this because they won’t be noticed if they don’t click their picture and let us see their comments
WHAT!??!?!?!?!?!? hmmm that could be posible but my holusinations usuall do more singing and dancing......
what do you possible mean???? for all you know i could be mary!
* dances around singing, while flashing colours*
you r mary
rn't u?
maybe i m..........or mayb im not! MWAHAHAHAHHAHHAHA!
didnt you noticed i used that quote from Dark Days after he scared Valkyrie and thought she was a holucination?????
yeah, i did
If any new people come on we should keep saying this because they won’t be noticed if they don’t click their picture and let us see their comments
oh i think i get it like this
skittles
thrice????
CHOCOLATE!!!!!
i LOVE CHOcoLATE!!!
... what?
i am eating skittles
oh i thought you were just nameing things.....
hi guys!
Hey Derek whats your favorite type or sugary food! FRUIT DOESN'T COUNT!
KNIGHT!
yo skul, long time no c!
i know right! recently ive been having bad timing issues!
If any new people come on we should keep saying this because they won’t be noticed if they don’t click their picture and let us see their comments
hi thrice and kallista!
so, today u guys hv thnx givin, yeah?
my name in capitals now, i just changed it
words that kave z in them...
i know, i was on
YO KALLISTA! i know what you mean same here!
what?!?!?! i never knew about this!!
about Flo i mean
ireland doesen't have thanksgiving
wow, is it cause flo's mad at me?
poor dragona...(dont tell him i said that)
really thrice?
christmass soon though8)
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