Okay, I have done SOMETHING with the comments section...
Now when you comment, a new window should pop up. It isn't perfect, but at least there are pages now, and you don't have to keep reloading to get to the newest comment...
This is all VERY annoying.
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I dedicate this page to someone thinking up a name for my story, and Val.
Valkyrie V. Cain, that is.
Needless to say, this comment won't actually contain any info about her, because you really should know by now.
Thanks Sparky :)
Welcome.
Hmm... I should probably eat something, because I haven't all day...
Does this work?
MWHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I FEEL POWERFUL
Ruby do you like my new picture? (I'm asking everyone...)
TAKE THIS RUBERS!!!!!!!!!!
Yes I do. Very much. I DO LIKE YOUR PICTURE.
THANK YOU, RUBY. DO I LOOK LIKE VALKYRIE??? I'M ASKING THAT, TOO.
What does this do?
WHAT NOW????
I think the blue one is for links... I'll test it...
http://bringingskulduggerytothemasses.blogspot.com/
So it is!
Hmmm... I guess it isn't... Weird.
...
That is super confusing...
Yes, yes it is.
*sits still for a few seconds, then screams* I WANT DEREK TO COME ON! I DON'T CARE THAT IT'S PAST MIDNIGHT FOR HIM, I JUST WANT HIM TO COME ON!!! *picks up desk and throws it across the room*
Can anyone think of a title for my story.
Pfft, no.
GOLDEN GOD
*tries to call him* Stupid phone... Doesn't let me make calls to Ireland...
I must go... FAREWELL!
POOFS
Bye Ruby
Bye Rubers.
I'm going to be leaving soon...
Soon.
Not yet.
*eats someone's head off*
Not mine.
*eats Sparky's ear off*
*takes ear back, call Kenspeckle who sows it back on again*
He can't 'sow' it back on. He can 'sew' it back on.
Screw you.
*le cries
It wouldnt let me post a comment earlier... I was lost :(
Hey, I have an issue with correcting people.
I think I'm going now.
Yeppers, I'm leaving.
BYE!!!
NO SPARKY! HOW DARE YOU LEAVE ME! HOW DARE YOU DISOBEY ME!!! *feels like the Other Mother from Coraline*
Meh... I'm being forced to write now...
No you aren't.
Wheee! You're back!
Or not...
Sorry, I am back properly now.
*singing*
I get more ass than a toilet seat,
Cops let me sing on the f*cking street.
My life is an endless buffet of hoes,
Been a pimp ever since my voice got low.
Christmas is a time of charity,
So imma let you sit somewhat close to me...
I love that parody...
You're back now? Cool.
(just so you know, I'm taking a break from my Ivy story... I'm doing a new one...)
*growls then sighs*
Only if you let me read it before ANYONE else.
Okay. I already have almost 200 words, even though that isn't too much... Would it be weird if I made Ivy into a sort of good guy?
...
No.
I think that in the end, she'll be a very scary, slightly evil, good guy.
Heeeeeeeeeeeeeey Cat.
Wanna read a story?
*scowls*
That's what I was thinking...
Everytime Ivy kills someone, it'll be similar to this:
"Ivy!" Anomaly said sternly. "What did I tell you about killing people? Good guys don't do that!"
"I'm sorry," Ivy said unconvincingly, "but I'm just to used to it."
"Apologise."
"I'm sorry?"
"Not to me, to the corpse."
"That wasn't me apologising to you, that was me sort of asking a question, somewhat along the lines of, 'I'm sorry, I don't understand what you want'. And I'm not going to apologise to a corpse, Anomaly, that's ridiculous."
"Say you're sorry right now."
"You're sorry right now."
"Oh my God, you are so annoying..."
*laughs*
That's ridiculously funny.
see, now that is why i scowl.
my school says we need to put some of our writing on the internet. i have searched, over and over for a loophole.
can we write-once apon a time, someone died. the end.
no.
can we put it on a site no one goes to?
no.
can we put it somewhere no one will find?
no.
at least 4 people need to read it, and that's not happening.
What are you scowling about Cat?
That's what would happen! Ivy and Anomaly make a good pair like that. I just need to get to the point where they team up, so all those funny parts can happen...
So, what's the problem?
(My mum is watching me raise my eyebrow at the computer, very confused.)
Brb, I'm gonna add to my 'new' story...
whose problem? mine is probably anger managment issues.
Why can't you put some of your writing on the internet???
cuz it sucks
i have a hundred thousand peices, all of which suck.
...
Do you want to read something of mine... Anyway?
*leaves story for a moment* Sparky, Ivy just fell off a building and broke her wrist... it was an attempt to get away from Saturnine... This is a great way to start this other story...
You sure do love using Ivy and Saturnine, don't you?
Yeah. Dude, your stuff is actually good.
oh, and the requirements are terrible.
8has to be 300 words at least
Main charecter has to be good
main charecter has to stay alive
main charecter has to learn something
i have a story that bypasses 3 out of those four.
300 words
good(depends on how you look at things- from his veiw, everything is goodish. he's crazy, so....)
and he learns something- bring grenades to you own funerals. he's never had to before, but he does now. fun.
It's so much fun. It'll be even better when Ivy breaks down the door to Anomaly's house and forces her to come along.
I'm gonna disappear again... I'll be back...
My stuff, or Vals stuff?
(I am writing at the same time as talking here, so if it takes me a bit to respond, don't be surprised)
Hello?
Same... I love the line I just wrote. Here it is:
“Ivy Animosity,” Saturnine said, a cruel smile in her voice, “at last. All your fighting, all your running, all your near escapes, they were useless. I’ve caught you, and you’re not getting away. Not this time.”
“If you’re going to capture me,” Ivy said angrily from on the ground, “I’d prefer that you shut up. You caught me. Congratulations. Just capture me and get over it. You can go gloat to someone who actually cares afterwards. Because I assure you, I couldn't care less.”
Aw, dang.
Gotta go guys...
BYE!!!
BYE SPARKY.
I'll be back in around an hour. Probs more than that.
BYE!!!
WAIT! YOU NEED TO READ THIS!
Ivy Animosity ran across the rooftops, doing her best not to trip and fall. She could hear Saturnine Bilious running behind her, only about arm’s distance away. If she really tried, she could probably grab Ivy. That is, of course, if she didn’t fall while trying.
Ivy felt Saturnine reaching towards her, trying to grab the back of her black coat. She began to run faster, to the point where tripping was far too likely, hoping to get some distance between them. She glanced back for a second, just to see how far apart they were, when suddenly Ivy’s foot slipped.
Ivy cried out as she slid off the roof, her entire body turning in circles as she rolled off. As she felt the roof give way beneath her, she reached a hand out and managed to grab the gutter. Her fingers got soaked with the rain that was steadily falling and with the disgusting water in the gutter already. She started to climb up again, but just as she reached her other arm up, she heard a crack and was suddenly falling once again.
Ivy cursed as she fell, knowing all too well that falling off of a tall building hurt. Her back was to the ground, so she flipped over, that way she could be facing the ground to make it easier to catch herself. She put her arms out, hoping that might help, but as the ground come closer she realised what a terrible idea that had been.
Ivy’s hands hit the ground first, and she gritted her teeth, fighting back tears. She had broken her left wrist, again, and that made it harder for her to fight, least of all to get up. The rest of her body was aching, too. She figured she had broken a few ribs as well. She had barely even gotten close to pushing herself up when she heard someone land on the ground behind her. She didn’t even have to look up to know it was Saturnine.
“Ivy Animosity,” she said, a cruel smile in her voice, “at last. All your fighting, all your running, all your near escapes, they were useless. I’ve caught you, and you’re not getting away. Not this time.”
“If you’re going to capture me,” Ivy said angrily from on the ground, “I’d prefer that you shut up. You caught me. Congratulations. Just capture me and get over it. You can go gloat to someone who actually cares after. Because I assure you, I couldn't care less.”
“Very well,” Saturnine responded. Ivy heard two people come up behind her. “Grab her.”
Ivy felt herself being grabbed, and couldn’t really do anything to stop herself from being picked up, due to her multiple injuries. Her hands were pulled behind her, and a pair of handcuffs were snapped on to her wrists, causing Ivy to hiss in pain.
Once she had been yanked up into a standing position, Ivy could see Saturnine smiling at her. “I’m afraid that, because this part is secretive, you can’t be conscious for it.” Saturnine’s fist hit Ivy in the face, and the last thing she saw before she blacked out was the pavement beneath her feet.
Why is it so quiet here?
It's been about an hour...
I HAVE RETURNED.
And I said it would most likely be more than that so...
And I read the thingy.
Why didn't she, like, teleport or something?
'Cause it's a different story. I'm testing it out. She's not as powerful in this one.
Okay...
Cool!
Mmmhmm.
I'm trying to do something that, if it works, will make you happy... But it takes a while...
...
*reads sentence again*
...
Am I patient enough? I mean, knowing that there is something good to come is reassuring, but waiting for it?
I dunno...
PSYCH! I can wait!!!
Wait, 'If it works'?
Not putting faith into my heart there Val.
WELL I HAVE NO CONTROL OVER THE FACT THAT IT MIGHT NOT WORK!
However, Step One seems to have worked. Step Two is probably harder.
Step One? Step Two? What the hell are you doing?
*grins* If it works, you'll see.
...
ARE YOU SENDING ME A VIDEO???
And if it doesn't... That will suck. A lot.
GAH!!!
HURRY UP, I'M LEAVING IN TWENTY MINUTES!!!!!
MAYBE.
MAYBE?
IN CAPS?
THAT MEANS YES!!
OH GOLDEN GOD YES!
I CAN'T HURRY, WOMAN, THE INTERNET'S BEING WEIRD.
You're right. It DOES mean yes. BUT I NEED THE COMPUTER TO WORK!!!
WOMAN?
*tackles Val, pins her to the ground and holds Makhaira VERY close to her neck*
WOMAN?
I AM NO WOMAN.
*shocks her severely, but not deadly*
*gets up, helps up Val, then punches her face*
I. AM. NO. WOMAN.
Hey, don't punch me in the face, it'll make this take longer!!!
*shouts at Val's internet connection*
BEHAVE YOURSELF.
As soon as I've finished this page, I'm gonna send it to you...
hi
AGH! IT SAYS THE ATTACHMENT FILE IS TOO BIG TO SEND!!!
WHAT!?
WHAT!?
THAT'S SO STUPID!!!
THAT IS SO NOT COOL!!!!!!!!!!
breathe...
Hi Kienan, I'm busy FREAKING OUT AT THE COMPUTER... *smacks head into screen as an attempt to make it work* OW!
VAL'S COMPUTER, I COMMAND THEE TO WORK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
anyone heard from izzy?
Blue is very affective.
Effective?
Whatever...
WORK GOLDENGODAMMIT VAL'S COMPUTER!!!!!
hello?
Hello Gemma.
Val and I are spazzing.
BECAUSE HER COMPUTER IS STUPID.
It's effective. With an 'E'.
It's not even the computer! It's the INTERNET!!!
first of all, you spelt my name wrong sparky.
second, how do i change the little picture from that B thing to something else?
You click on your name, go to 'Edit Profile', then you pick a photo from your computer or the internet.
Posting my story so far, then leaving.
Why was it so cold? She didn’t want to move. She was comfortable there. But why did it need to be so cold? She could hear something. Sirens. Where was she? She opened her eyes. Ugh. She was still in her bedroom.
Wait. Sirens?
She rolled over and landed on the floor.
‘Ow…’ She moaned. She did that every day. She needed a bigger bed. She got up and looked at her closet. She picked out jeans and a football jersey. She tripped at the top of the stairs and eventually landed on the floor. She did that every day too. She grunted and got up. She checked her watch. 2:30am. What the hell was happening? She opened the front door and saw that the house across the street had broken windows. Nothing to do with her. She shut the door again and walked into the kitchen. She ignored the toaster completely because the last time she used it, the toaster burnt half of her hair off. She opened the microwave carefully and avoided the small explosion of goo.
‘Ryan!’ She called up the stairs. ‘Get down here!’ She heard a groan, a thump and a swear as Ryan hit his head against the ceiling.
‘Microwave?’ He yelled back, leaning over the banister of the hallway upstairs.
‘Yes the microwave.’
‘I have to clean it don’t I?’ He asked. She nodded.
She sat in the dining room eating cereal and glaring at Ryan. Idiot. He had done that two days ago. She didn’t forget to easy. She saw him shuffle out of the kitchen.
‘Done.’ He mumbled, heading back up the stairs. She watched him slowly make his way up the stairs. God, he was stupid sometimes. But, most of the time he was a complete brainbox. He wasn’t smart in the straight A student sense, he was just… Intelligent. He was in his second year of University and his looks were deceiving. Very deceiving. He had spiky red hair that people made fun of. He was average height and skinny. His eyes were pale blue and his features were uninteresting. He was funny, in a annoying sort of way and they were housemates. It was her, Ryan and Kat. Oh. Kat.
‘Ryan wait!’ She called up again. He looked down again.
‘What now?’
‘Where’s Kat?’
‘She’s still in bed.’
‘Are you sure?’ She asked.
‘Yes, Harper, I’m positive I ch-‘ He paled. ‘I didn’t check. Are those sirens?’
‘Yes, they are sirens. Let’s check the basement.’ They walked down the stairs and knocked on the basement door. No response. Harper opened the door and peered into the room. Empty. Harper started walking up the stairs.
‘The psycho has gone arsonist again. Let’s go get her.’ She said. Ryan sighed and started muttering something about chains as he got his jacket. They walked out into the freezing cold, crossed the road and entered the forest behind the houses on that side of the street. They walked to the clearing at the middle of the forest and saw Kat sitting in the snow, rocking back and forth slightly. Harper and Ryan shared a look, then Harper tentatively reached towards Kat’s shoulder. Kat looked up, her eyes shining.
‘Hey guys! How are you? I’m good though in retrospect it might’ve been smart for me to bring a jacket out here.’ She said cheerily. Ryan sighed and passed Kat his one.
‘Can we go back inside now? I’m freezing.’ He shivered. Kat smiled and got up. They walked back to the house, trying to stick to the shadows. Harper stared at the back of Kat’s head as they walked. It was amazing how she could blend into any environment and still grab the attention of every boy she went past. Kat had blonde hair and grey eyes. She was tall and had a couple freckles. Harper had been jealous when they first met, but had decided since then that she was quiet happy being herself.
The three of them walked into the house and Kat started walking to the basement. Harper grabbed the back of her shirt and pulled her back. Ryan then grabbed Kat’s shoulders and forced he onto the couch.
‘Kat, this really needs to stop.’ Harper sighed. Kat smiled.
‘This is serious Kat. It needs to stop. You’ll be fine for weeks and then, Bam! You go uts again.’ Ryan scolded. Kat frowned.
‘Ryan, Harper, please let me get some sleep. I’m tired.’ Kat said. She got up and walked into the basement. Ryan looked at Harper and shrugged.
‘It’ll sort itself out eventually. Everything does.’ Ryan yawned, ‘I’m going to bed too.’ He turned and walked up the stairs. Harper sighed and walked up the stairs after him. She walked into her bedroom, pulled the covers off her bed and wrapped them around herself as she sat down at her computer. She logged in, checked her e-mails, there was one from the publishing company. She flinched and opened it. She quickly scanned the page and sighed. Denied. They denied her. Again. She scowled, fighting back the tears, and opened up the word document on which the story was written. ‘Frivolous Attempts’. She selected the entire story and hit ‘delete’. She then moved to close the document. A pop-up appeared. ‘Do you want to save the changes you made to Frivolous Attempts.docx?’ She sighed and hit ‘Don’t Save’; she wasn’t giving up just yet. She closed the page and looked at the screen. She could see her face reflected in the monitor. Short black hair, pale skin and far too skinny for her liking. Harper hated her reflection. She only looked at it when she doubted she could feel any worse. It never helped, because all se could ever see were the things that she hated about herself. Mainly her eyes. The were probably the prettiest part of her face, but she still hated them. They were dark brown, and mysterious. Harper had no idea why she hated them, but she always had. She yawned and checked the time. 3:15am. She turned off the computer and leaned out her bedroom window, thinking. She heard a loud BANG! Come from the basement. Harper sprinted down the stairs, followed closely by Ryan. They pelted down the second set of stairs and met Kat, who was shaking and couldn’t open the door.
‘Kat, what happened?’ Ryan asked.
‘I don’t know! I went to open the door, found it was locked and I was trying to jimmy it open and something inside exploded!’ She squealed. She then growled and kicked the door. The explosion must have weakened the hinges or something, because the door fell. Harper moved to go in but Kat stopped her abruptly. Kat went in and replaced the door behind her. Ryan and Harper looked at each other.
‘What was that about?’ Ryan said, bewildered. Harper was about to knock down the door again when they heard the sound of an electric screwdriver reattaching the door to the hinges that were stuck to the wall.
‘Ryan, I thought you were asleep.’ Harper yelled over the noise.
‘Nope. I couldn’t sleep, and I have that huge assignment, remember?’
‘Oh yeah.’ Harper trailed off.
‘Have you gotten the response from the publishing company yet?’ He said, trying to make conversation, knowing that Harper had been worrying about the response for days. Harper said nothing. Ryan didn’t get the message.
‘Did you hear me?’ He yelled, ‘I asked if you got a response from the pub-‘ Harper scowled and nodded. No tears. No crying. Ryan was about to ask what they said when he figured it out. He paled.
‘Oh, God, Harper, I’m so sorry.’ He murmured. Harper shook her head.
‘Whatever you just said, I didn’t hear it.’ She yelled, the screwdriver noise cutting out halfway through her sentence. Harper blushed. She then banged on the door that had just been fixed. There was a slight scrabble on the other side, and then Kat’s head popped out.
‘Yes?’
‘Let me in. Now.’ Harper said, with a no-nonsense air about her. Kat opened the door wider, letting Harper have a glimpse of the room.
‘Nothing suspicious. Please let me finish fixing the door.’ Kat said, innocently. Ryan peered over Harper’s shoulder.
‘Kat, something in there blew up less than five minutes ago. Let us in, you can keep working on the door.’ He said. Kat scowled and grudgingly let them in.
‘Just don’t touch anything.’ She growled, and promptly continued working on the door, mumbling something about ‘Not letting the undesirables in.’ Ryan and Harper shared a look, and looked around the room. There was nothing broken and no sign of a commotion. Everything was clean and tidy. In fact, the room looked practically untouched. Which was weird, considering Kat spent all of her free time down here. Ryan and Harper decided to leave Kat to it, and went to bed.
The next morning Harper got up at seven feeling incredibly tired, walked downstairs and made herself breakfast. She zoned out while she was having her second bowl of cereal for that day, dwelling on her book. She knew that it was good. She was positive it was good. Why didn’t the publishing companies see that? She’d sent ‘Frivolous Attempts’ to three different publishing companies now, and none of them liked it. Harper was frowning into space when Ryan bounced down the stairs.
‘Good morning Harper! It’s sort of a new day!’ He said cheerily. He then remembered about the book. He smacked his forehead and swore.
‘God, I am such an idiot.’
‘No, Ryan, you’re right. It’s fine. Really.’ Harper responded, snapping back to Earth. Harper checked the time while scooping a spoonful of food into her mouth and nearly choked.
‘Crap, I’m almost late.’ She coughed. Harper ran up the stairs, got ready in two minutes and ran back down almost tripping, but not quite. She stumbled to the door and called back, ‘Make sure Kat doesn’t blow anything else up, Okay? Bye!’
‘Have a good day!’ Ryan yelled back, smiling. Harper was almost late every day, but never was. He got a new spoon out and finished Harper’s cereal.
K, BYE!!!!!!!!!!
*watches attempt of making this thing work* I HAVE NO PATIENCE...
NO! I'M STILL TRYING TO MAKE IT WORK! YOU CAN'T LEAVE!
Thanks V
WELL TOO DAMN BAD!!!
*sticks out tongue and dissapears*
*smacks Sparky as she leaves*
You're welcome Jemma
one question, how come it didn't work?
Brb
Actually, no, I'm not leaving....
And are you asking about the photo thing? Because I don't know why it didn't work. It usually works better if you chose a photo saved to the computer... If you did that, and it didn't work, I don't know.
oh well, so how do i get on someone elses blog page?
By going to the link to their blog.
*eats a tree*
HA LOL
Hello?
Oh. Nevermind about the 'Hello?' thing.
*looks at the new American cover for Playing with Fire* IT LOOKS LIKE ME!
really? cool!
IT'S AWESOME!
i need to pack up and leave for home, i've been visiting my nan and pop and now it's time to go. bye
Bye Jemma. It was nice meeting you.
Hi people you can get my book on kindle! its called the alien teacher! its just a preview to whats coming up!! check it out! thanksis
ps its out tomorrow! only 2.50
HELLO!
HI SPARKY! It didn't end up working....
Jaida's running around screaming, in an unnaturally high-pitched voice, "THE HILLS ARE ALIVE, WITH THE SOUND OF MUSIC!", and it's driving me insane.
OMGG, really?
I feel for you.
GOLDENGODDAMN THE VIDEO.
*screeches like a banshee*
Why?
I WANT THE COMPUTER. TYPY TPY TYPE. WEITY WRITY WRITE.
Why am I screeching? Because I always do.
I know, but why now specifically?
*shrugs and steps on someone's brain*
*checks head*
Yeppers, mine's still there.
*puts on helmet*
*eats a goatsicle*
You're in an awfully DOING mood.
*climbs in a tree and hides* *sees Caelan sitting next to me and screams* *falls out of the tree*
CAELAN!
*punches Caelan, then kicks his crotch and electrocutes him at the same time*
*chops off his head with Makhaira*
*lights Caelan's head on fire and starts dancing in circles around it, laughing like a maniac and pointing at his head*
Yeppers.
*drops the still burning head into a vat of salt water*
SH*T MY HAND!!!
*makes a squirrel noise*
This is how I entertain myself with and without Amanda.
Well, you're sorta with me. Not the same, I know, but I'm a different kind of fun.
Well, you're sorta with me. Not the same, I know, but I'm a different kind of fun.
Well, you're sorta with me. Not the same, I know, but I'm a different kind of fun.
Well, you're sorta with me. Not the same, I know, but I'm a different kind of fun.
Well, you're sorta with me. Not the same, I know, but I'm a different kind of fun.
Well, you're sorta with me. Not the same, I know, but I'm a different kind of fun.
Well, you're sorta with me. Not the same, I know, but I'm a different kind of fun.
Well, you're sorta with me. Not the same, I know, but I'm a different kind of fun.
Well, you're sorta with me. Not the same, I know, but I'm a different kind of fun.
Well, you're sorta with me. Not the same, I know, but I'm a different kind of fun.
Well, you're sorta with me. Not the same, I know, but I'm a different kind of fun.
Well, you're sorta with me. Not the same, I know, but I'm a different kind of fun.
Well, you're sorta with me. Not the same, I know, but I'm a different kind of fun.
hi!
hi sparky!
Hey Deylan.
Hello!
OW! My computer assulted me!
It actually smacked me. In the face. It hurts.
It hit me in the same place that had a bruise from walking into a door...
I DEDICATE THIS PAGE TO THE GOLDEN GOD, VAL V(again) AND DEXTER VEX!!!
Derek Landy: Doesn't need explaining.
Valkyrie V. Cain: Also doesn't need explaining.
Dexter Vex: He called Skulduggery a turnip.
OH, AND MY NEW STORY THAT STILL NEEDS A TITLE!!!!
NAME YOUR STORY THE SAME THING AS HARPER'S STORY FROM IN THE STORY!
do u have a kindle?
Frivolous Attempts?
Nopers. Doesn't fit.
Nope. I don't have one.
MY FACE HURTS.
And anyway, the name of the story is a joke in itself.
Harper's attempts at getting her story published have been frivolous as of yet.
poor u
hi monieur landy
Monieur Landy?
AGH! I GOT HURT! AGAIN!
This is probably a sign that I should be a lot more careful....
Probably.
madame landy
And yet everytime I get hurt I become even less careful.
And what is that supposed to mean?
my name is skulduggery landy
lame?
Madame Landy?
I AM SO CONFUSED.
Who is Madame Landy???
ME
I AM MADAME LANDY, REBORN
Okay.
hey who likes doctor who?
*pulls out massive dictionary meant for college*
I'm leaving.
Unless someone can convince me otherwise within five minutes.
NO! DON'T LEAVE!
Convince me.
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