Well then.
As you know, I've been writing. Writing, writing, writing. You don't get to do an awful lot of other things when you're writing. Well, sometimes you do, but not when you have deadlines like these. The short stories I'm writing, all of them, need to be delivered by Wednesday. The first draft of Book Nine needs to be delivered by the middle of next month.
To say I am a tad busy would be something of an understatement.
Of course, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, and why would Jack want to be a dull boy? I've been doing things. Reading things. Watching things.
Take this evening, for instance. This evening I watched the last Sherlock of the current season. The first episode of the season was oddly character-driven, at the expense of the central mystery, but I didn't mind that in the least. The second episode, the wedding episode, was hilariously sublime. And the final episode, having Sherlock face off against a truly unique villain... well. It was just wonderful stuff.
And I've been reading. Stephen King, mostly. Going over his early works. His classics. When I was a kid, I went straight from The Three Investigators and the Hardy Boys to Stephen King and these wonderfully violent and detailed Gold Eagle books like The Executioner and Able Team and Phoenix Force, books that gave you diagrams of the weapons they used at the back of the book. Basically, I graduated from kids books to horror and action. And after a few Stephen King books like Cujo (the first King book I can remember reading) I went on to James Herbert and Shaun Hutson — overtly violent and brilliantly horrific.
And now, after all this time, I'm going back to Stephen King, and loving it all.
Recommendations? Read The Stand. Then read It. Two MASSIVE books. You won't be sorry.
So these things have been my break from the writing. Christmas, for me, was mostly about the short stories. But there was one story...
It started off fine. Exactly as I planned. It would be a new kind of story, something I hadn't really tried before. It would probably end up as one of the longer stories of the collection, though, but not by much.
I thought.
I have just finished it. Half an hour ago, I finished it. At the moment, before edits, it is over 20,000 words long. That's twice as long as The End of the World. So you'll be reading through Armageddon-Outta-Here (haw!), and hopefully enjoying the stories, and then you'll get to this brand new novella, a good, solid chunky story, and I think this story alone will make the collection worth the money.
I think. I hope. Right now I'm far too tired to form a coherent opinion. All I know is, I've been working hard. And it's not over yet.
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«Oldest ‹Older 801 – 1000 of 4919 Newer› Newest»@Adra: Yeah . . .
My mum says Dutch is like in between German and English. :)
And, okay. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Yeah, in the Indo-European descent,t French came primarily from Latin, and German came from... Well.. .Germanic routes.
Yeah. :)
Languages are interesting . . . *nods*
#ChaseForBookNine
Still here . . .
I memorised half my French and my brain is FRIED. It's lying in a little heap, like a little pile of ashes.
Urgh.
(Well, technically I've memorised just over 49.9%, but that's pretty much half.)
#ChaseForBookNine
*Distantly here*
Hey Adra! :)
I think I'm also distant. Break from French, then French. :P
(And I decided that next time I had to write a comment (saving space, yeah?) that I would mention how much I love Slipknot, so here is my mention. :))
#ChaseForBookNine
Ahhhh I see.
oh
hang on
WE DIDN'T START THE FIRE
@Adra: What?
#ChaseForBooknine
It's a song..?
We didn't start the fire.
You've heard of it before, I'd bet.
No, I haven't, that I know of. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
Look it up!
It's
just
PERFECT
:P
Oh brb
Cool song. :) :) :)
And okay. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Hey! How are you all? Can someone please distract me by talking about anything? School has really broken me.
Ah... I'm back
And yes, I like to think so
Hello, Rhy!
:/ *Hugs*
Uh... Well... Hm
*hugs Adra back* Hey...How are you?
@Adra: Yes. :)
@Rhydian: :( :( *hugs*
That really sucks.
AWESOME PEOPLE SHOULD NOT BE BROKEN. :/
And, um . . . let's talk about French! No, let's not! Let's talk about Sudoku! Oh, only so much to talk about! Let's talk about music! Fairly good subject?
Um, if you want we can talk about calculators (I recently got a new one. It's cool) and French - NO NOT FRENCH.
Um . . .
Sequin Art!
They haven't emailed me back, you know. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
Right now, I'm in an okay mood. Overall, pretty shoddy, but nevermind that.
Do you watch Sherlock, Rhy?
No I don't Adra. Not really that interested tbh.
Star...A lot to talk about then. :)
@Adra: Yes, it is a cool song. :) :) :)
#ChaseForBookNine
@Adra: Aw. :(
@Rhydian: SHERLOCK IS AMAZING. :)
But it's okay to not watch it. :)
And - yeah, talking. :) :) Lots. Quite a lot.
#ChaseForBookNine
Really? That's a shame, I'd have thought you would have liked it a lot.
Hm.
We coulddddd talk about Doctor Who?
Ah, yes, Doctor Who. :)
Or just Steven Moffat programs in general.
Which includes Sherlock and Doctor Who.
When's Doctor Who next on, anyway?
#ChaseForBookNine
Sure...The Time of The Doctor. It killed me. Me and my sister just screamed at the screen. Actually quite funny
Sometime in autumn next year Star
this year**
I think September- it's on hiatus again.
Yeah
Don't you hate it when you sneeze so hard you regenerate?
AND IT WAS PAINFUL
BECAUSE
USUALLY IT IS THE DOCTOR WHO HAS TO WATCH PEOPLE GET OLD
ow
@Rhydian: Ah, okay. :) :)
Hunter has to watch people get old . . . :(
It's a sad feeling, when most of your characters are dead.
#ChaseForBookNine
Blurred Lines just came on the radio.
*Screams of terror*
*Destruction*
*Cities on fire*
*Mass death*
*Robin Thicke, now a large human, climbs up the Empire State Building, roaring coarse lyrics*
*Airplanes circle the building, shooting machine guns, as he swats at them*
Aye, Star. I know that feeling.
@Adra: *laughs* XD
And - :/
#ChaseForBookNine
Derek, I think it's safe to assume that if we are reading your blog we were going to buy the short story collection regardless of the story lengths or price, this is just added treat =D
*nods*
@Ashley: *nods* :) :)
~ChaseForBookNine
Today my friend was saying that Osmosis wasn't a proper ship because neither of them had 'mosis' in their name.
WHAT DOES SHE KNOW. *glares*
#ChaseForBookNine
It was originally Oscocious, I think, but then I shouted "Osmosis" because that's what it sounded like
Thus Osmosis was borne
@Adra: I know. :)
And Annika said that Osmosis made so sense, but she liked it, so Osmosis it was.
I pointed out the nonsenciality and sensicality of having Toast for Peeta and Katniss, at which point she said it wasn't their ship name.
BUT THE SHIP NAME ISN'T THE POINT.
IT'S THE /SHIP./
SHIPS ONLY HAVE NAMES TO MAKE THEM EASIER TO SHIP.
#ChaseForBookNine
LIKE STEAK
@Adra: She wouldn't have known Steak.
BUT YES.
EXACTLY LIKE STEAK. :)
Fours, Rhydian! :(
#ChaseFOrbookNine
Bye Rhy!
Sorry, I was finishing math.
Twas but a brief pause.
Or brevity
ness
@Adra: Math(s) . . . *thinks but doesn't*
#ChaseForBookNine
Hush, we're only different :P
Why is there an "s", anyway?
@Adra: *shrugs*
Idk. :P
Because it's lots of differnet forms of math combined?
*shrugs helplessly*
Maybe I should find out. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
To Google! *Flies off*
I couldn't find anything
@Adra: Okay. :/
I was doing French. :P
72%, although that will be memorised rather shakily. :/ I shall do the rest tomorrow.
Msd - going to sleep soon, and I may do something like get distracted walking around my room and yeah. :)
#ChaseForBooknine
Oh, gosh, wait. Need to do my forty words.
ARGHHHHHHHHHH.
#ChaseForBooKnine
*Hugs if you go to sleep*
Whatever you do, don't flip out. You will be fine.
@Adra: Thanks. :) :) :)
Flipping out is bad. *nods* Brain goes splat.
#ChaseForBookNine
That, and if you don't take things slow, you'll forget more than you remember..
So..
Take it slow. Be calm :)
I did my German today and I forgot half of it. :P
And - thanks. :)
When your brain is all . . . a combination of speeded-up and restless and irritable (look at my mood disorder questionnaire vocab, yeah), it doesn't really function, so you need to be sort of floating . . . *nods*
*realises I'm talking to myself* :P
#ChaseForBookNine
Hello?
*knocks on the door to Oscar's suite*
*rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet*
*without her lab coat she feels incomplete*
*she's nervous today*
*doesn't know what to say*
*with only a bottle of wine to say*
*the question that's been plaguing her mind*
*it's time to apologize*
*time to ask him*
(Hullo, Blogland.
As you can see, I'm in the mood to live-write a solo role-play.)
Might I suggest notecards? Or smelling/eating something that you could have during the test?
Peppermint?
Hello, Snow!
Hello, Annika. Solo away!
Hey Snow, Annika! :)
Anni, my friend says that Osmosis isn't a proper ship because neither of their names end in 'mosis'.
Um, NO.
And - *watching* :) :)
@Adra: :) Thanks.
*looks around room at lack of peppermint* *laughs*
#ChaseForBooknine
(Hullo Adra, and whoever else might be there!
*hugs everyone*
How have you been on this jolly good . . . well, jolly passable . . . day?)
*knocks on the door again*
*doors swings open*
Oscar: . . . Oh.
It’s you.
*smiles*
Hullo. I thought . . .
*holds up the bottle*
Wine?
Oscar: That’s champagne.
Yes.
Oscar: I loathe champagne.
Oh.
Oscar: . . .
*holds the door a little wider*
Come in.
*smiles*
*steps in*
*sets the bottle down on the coffee table*
Oscar: You’re looking very clean today.
Thank you.
*adjusts her hair*
I showered twenty-seven times.
Oscar: *nods in approval*
Well . . . I’ll go get some champagne glasses?
Yes, that sounds lovely.
Oscar: Oh, and, by the way, you left this at the restaurant last night.
*opens the closet*
*pulls out a lab coat in a dry-cleaner’s cling wrap*
Oh! Thank you!
*takes it gratefully*
I feel so much better now that I have it back.
Oscar: I had it dry-cleaned four times for you, as is customary.
Thank you, really.
*looks fondly at the coat*
*pauses*
*squints at the cuff*
Oscar . . .
Oscar: Hmm?
There was a . . . well, a . . . some ink. There was some ink on the cuff. Where did it go?
Oscar: Oh dear, I suppose the cleaners must have cleared away that little stain. Oops.
*sets the glasses on the coffee table*
Okay, you?
*is a little nervous*
*and a little pink in the face*
*sits down on the couch*
. . . Oscar?
Oscar: Hmm?
There’s something . . . there’s something I want to ask you.
I’ve wanted to ask you for . . . for a while now, but I just wasn’t sure how to ask. Um . . .
*struggling for words*
*for the first time in her very loquacious life*
Um . . .
Oscar: *sits beside her*
*a false smile on his face*
Take all the time you need?
I . . .
I’ve been thinking . . . a lot . . . about our time together, and all we’ve been through. All those . . . years . . . and I . . .
*takes a deep breath*
I . . .
Oscar: *pours himself a glass of champagne*
*a little testily* Any time, now.
*WATCHING*
#ChaseForBookNine
(Loquacious. Latin derivative. )
*watching*
*takes several deep breaths*
Oscar . . .
Oscar: *pulls her forward and kisses her*
*eyes snap open in surprise*
*then closes them again*
*and kisses him back*
What . . . was that for?
Oscar: *sighs*
*almost dejectedly*
I just really, really love you.
Oh . . .
Oscar: I love everything about you. I love the way your hair feels in my hands. I love your dark, dark eyes, and your pale skin. I love your voice and your lips and the incredible long-winded names that your teas have. I love everything about you.
So tell me,
what do you love about me?
*looks confused*
*but is glad to put off asking the question*
Oh, oh Oscar . . .
Where do I begin . . .
I must have spent SO MANY HOURS on this 16x16 Sudoku.
And there may be three more in the book after that (plus a few little ones.)
The joys of having no life. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
*tries to breathe normally*
(taking deep breathes actually really helps in emotional situations, did you know? I was like O_O and so if you're ever feeling ARGHHH in any way, I would really recommend deep breathes. :) :))
Um, yeah.
What was I saying?
Ah, yes.
OSMOSIS!
#ChaseForBookNine
*breaths
MY STUPID BRAIN.
You know, I think an imaginary pickaxe would be quite a cool thing to have. I should buy one. :)
. . . Or, like, just imagine one. :P
#ChaseForBooknine
I love . . . I love your hair, for one thing.
Oscar: Excellant. I do too.
I love the fact that your favorite movie is Footloose.
Oscar: Go on.
*suddenly, it all comes out in one breath*
I love that you still have a crush on Marilynn Monroe and I love that you can’t sing but can dance like anything and I love that you listen to nothing but eighties music and I love the way your eyes flash gold when you use magic and I love your clothes and your hair and your eyes and I love how excited you get about things, like a little kid.
*takes a deep breath*
Oscar: . . . That’s a lot of things.
Yeah.
Yeah, it is.
Oscar: So, do you love me?
. . .
Oscar: . . .
. . . What?
Oscar: Do you love me?
OSMOSIS. O_O
WHY CAN YOU NOT CHANGE SIZES OF FONT ON THIS COMMENT BOX???
(I'm sure he doesn't listen to NOTHING but eighties music. For instance, he's listening to her talking, isn't he?)
#ChaseForBookNine
(Eers im here
HEY ZAF! :)
#ChaseForBookNine
*nervous laughter*
What kind of a question is that, Oscar?
You know the answer.
Oscar: I think I do.
*stands up*
*begins to pace*
There’s another thing I love about you.
The way you pace when you’re under duress.
Oscar: Did you love Hershel Coin?
*the temperature in the room seems to plummet*
. . . Yes.
I did love him.
Oscar: And you wear his coat.
I . . . what?
How did you know that?
*aghast*
Oscar: It doesn’t matter, just, just listen, alright.
*furiously wiping off his hands*
No, Oscar, you listen to me.
He left me. Abandoned me. I don’t still have feelings for him. And even if I did, what do you care?
He’s a dead man.
Oscar: It’s not that, it’s not THAT!
*angrily throws the wipe to the ground*
Do you think I give a damn about Hershel Coin?
This is not about HERSHEL COIN.
This is about YOU.
Hello, Zaf
Do bubbles have faces?
Because if they don't, how do they smile?
I suppose they have invisible smiles.
*smiles invisibly*
#ChaseForBookNine
*invisible smile disappears* ANNIKA.
#ChaseForBookNine
(Hai there im hereish
Hello everyone!
Oscar: *takes a deep breath*
My whole life
EVERYTHING
ALL OF IT
has revolved around you, ever since we were kids.
*high-pitched voice* Algernon, Algernon, can I go play with the monster girl?
*normal* And now where is he?
DEAD.
Lily?
DEAD.
Mother?
DEAD.
Because I let you out of that cage.
And yet year after year drags by, dead body after dead body drags by, and I STILL follow you! You are STILL my life, year after year, and I can’t make myself kill you because I WAS NEVER MEANT TO BE A KILLER.
*tugging his hair*
*pacing back and forth*
You . . . you . . . you’ve poisoned my life!
Everything I do,
every step I take,
every breath I breathe,
I’m thinking about you!
I’ve been in love, yes, love with you, as long as I can remember.
When you click your fingers, I come running.
When have you come when I called, Doctor? When?
Your life is full of tea and vans and Sirs and Adras and monsters and Khasiis and adventures!
My life is full of YOU.
Do you see what’s wrong here?
Do you SEE it!?
ANNIKA DONT YOU DARE KILL OSMOSIS!!
I was thinking today that I needed to come up with better death threats to give to you, Anni.
Um.
I'll drive spikes through your eyes?
Big golden ones, that are so long they stick out the back of your head?
#ChaseForBookNine
Hello there, Rueben O'Shea!
Oscar: Doctor, I can’t-
I can’t live like this-
You told me you loved me and I thought that would make everything better but it didn’t. Every day, every hour, I’m thinking of what it’s like to hold you, kiss you, touch you, and every day of every hour you’re thinking of what!? Tea!?
You can’t be my obsession, Doctor!
I-
I need you to care about me!
But you don’t! You’ve been leaving me to stew and dream and be lonely, just like you have for all these years, and then boom, you turn up at my door with a bottle of wine, knowing I’ll just hop to your summons like a good little doggy!
*leaps to her feet*
Oscar!
Oscar, I never meant-
I never dreamed-
Oscar: Ohhh, you meant it.
You told me, didn’t you! The day I let you out of that cage!
All I wanted was for you to play with me,
and oh, you’ve played with me.
Well, I’ve had enough.
I can’t.
I’m done.
Oscar, I fought just as hard as you did when we were enemies. I had a thousand sleepless nights terrified that you would find me and finish the job.
Oscar: I remember being enemies with you.
It was almost BETTER then.
At least then I didn’t have all these tantalizing memories of kissing you stalking me at every turn.
Oscar, don’t do this.
Don’t be like this.
Oscar: You were so nervous when you came in earlier.
Why?
What were you going to ask me? Or tell me?
What?
Was it that you were done with me? You’d had your fun?
Well, it’s too late for that. Our destinies are intertwined, yours and mine.
You can’t wash away 500 years of hate with a month or two of love.
umm, who is Oscar? I'm kind of new to this thing, even thought I've been reading Derek's blogs since he came to Brisbane for the down under tour 2012
It's a story, Rueben. That that author is writing.
@Rueben: Annika
is roleplaying
and Oscar is one of her characters
and Doctor Precocious is the other main character
and
and
and I'm going to murder her
Annika, that is.
But I have to sit here and cry first.
Oh, wait, yeah. This roleplay has been going on since late September, so it may be a bit hard to pick up on, but, um, yes.
Me and them - *points to Adra and Snow* are just talking, though. :) Talking and dying and that.
#ChaseForBookNine
ANOTHER AUSSIE MINION!!!!!! WHOOOOOOOOO. Too bad yor not from tassie though.
This is what we call roll play. Enjoy.
We don't see much of Trip now, do we? :/
#ChaseForBookNine
Hello everyone! How are you guys?
oh, well, they are some pretty good stories, I must say!
Trip, Trip, Trip
*waits*
Darn, its not like beatle juice
I emailed him, Star- he said he was busy, that e might be on soon, but he might not.
So
I don't know when he'll be back
Msd
*almost in tears now*
Oscar, don’t say these things to me.
You don’t understand,
how much
it hurts.
Oscar: I understand better than you think.
You
never
loved
me. You never did! You’re just like the rest!
*whispers* Oscar, I love you.
Oscar: Don’t lie to me.
I love you.
Oscar: DON’T LIE!
*a brilliant flash of light bursts in the room*
AH!
*shields her eyes*
*the light dies down*
Oscar: Don’t lie to me.
Not ever.
*sits down heavily on the coffee table*
Oscar, you’re scaring me.
*sobbing*
Please don’t talk like this.
You don’t . . .
You don’t understand . . .
Oscar: Are you scared of me?
Not surprising. I mean, yes, look at me. I’m a miserable, pathetic, un-scary individual. You’d have to be a REAL coward to be scared of me, eh?
Oscar, don’t!
Oscar: I used to lie awake every night, thinking about ways to kill you.
It was fun. Very fun.
But you know something?
I don’t really want to kill you anymore.
That goes against everything
everything
that these past 500 years have stood for.
And it’s a little bit scary, y’know?
Oscar: But right now, killing you looks awfully appealing.
*stands up*
*voice shaking*
Oscar,
listen to me.
Hey Snow, is that your nickname? Anyway, finally, another Aussie!
*is glaring at anni* damn you.
@Adra: Yeah. :) I'm not forcing him to come here in any way, even subtle ways, hopefully, but it's nice to see him.
Hey Amethyst! :)
Annika
Annika
no
no
no
. . .
no
NO!
#ChaseForBookNine
I like the story. It's really interesting!
@Amethyst: IKR. :)
We have a few good roleplays here . . . :)
#ChaseForBooknine
Its too early in the morning for this anni!!
I know.
I miss him too :/
Ayyyyyyy gtg.
I kinda gave up on it I just am like ok let it go it'll end I dont really have an attention span to reread atm
Bye adraaaaaa
Fours Adra! :(
@Zaf: Okay. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Why do you keep on putting #ChaseForBookNine at the end of your comments?
Oscar, I love you.
I’ve loved you for 500 years, and I’ll love you forever.
I know you don’t understand that,
and you don’t understand my way of showing it,
but it’s true.
I have never thought you were pathetic.
How can I? Look at me.
*voice shaking still*
I love you.
I repeat it every night:
I love him, I love him, I love him,
because I can hardly believe it myself.
I’ve lived my whole life with the night light on,
because I was scared
of you.
The things that I’ve done to you were inexcusable,
and nearly all of them the product of Khasiis.
I would never have killed the Carrows if I were in my right mind. Never.
You have to believe me.
Oscar, I think about you every day,
every hour,
every minute,
hardly daring to believe or understand how we got to this point.
How the man who touched me so softly the other day,
was the man who paralyzed me, and put me in a wheelchair for fifty years.
I know you were never meant to be a killer.
It’s my fault.
It’s all me and my influence that has warped and twisted you into . . . into . . . this.
Without me, you wouldn’t even be OCD.
*takes a deep, shuddering breath*
It’s my fault.
It’s all my fault.
And there is no reason,
none at all,
for you to love me.
But I will always love you,
and no matter what cruel words you say,
or harsh looks you give me,
I will always
always
love you,
more than even you can imagine.
Oh... um.... someone else explain?
@Rueben: We're trying to get a Bloglandian called Chase, who died around this time last year, in Skulduggery Pleasant Book Nine as a character. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
ANNIKA, THAT'S BEAUTIFUL.
In That Book, the one I keep going on about, it said that just because someone you love betrays you doesn't mean you stop loving them. You still love them, even though they've betrayed you.
(and I agree.)
And, idk, it's beautiful. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Annika, stop posting your story's, they are making me almost cry!
You should make that story into a book :)
@Amethyst I was just thinking the same thing
@Annika: *points at the two people who just came on and hace already realised the beauty of this roleplay* YOU SEE?
You SHOULD make it into a book. :)
Although, you know . . . it wouldn't be as good as a book, because it is, at the end of the day, a roleplay.
Plus, you know, other characters joining in.
#ChaseForBooknine
Oscar: . . .
*buries his face in his hands*
You’re in my head . . . all the time . . .
*takes yet another deep breath*
*she seems to be doing that a lot, lately*
I don’t know how to be in love.
All my life, I have learned how to hate, and kill and hurt,
and now
being in love
is so foreign to me that I don’t know what to do.
I don’t want to have to struggle along,
living this torment
trying to be in love like everyone else.
I can’t do that, Oscar, I’m not strong enough.
Which is why . . .
Oscar: *looks up*
. . .
*turns red again*
*and looks very nervous*
Oscar . . .
I know this is a bit . . . unconventional . . .
But I came here tonight for a reason.
Oscar: I . . . I’m sorry I yelled at you.
I deserved it more than you can believe.
*slowly reaches into her pocket*
Anyway,
I came to ask a question.
And I know this isn’t very traditional,
but . . .
I didn’t want to wait.
Oscar: Are you . . ?
Kidding . . ?
Me . . ?
*pulls out a ring box*
*and turns a violent shade of red*
I have to go, having Breakfast right now
It's 8:30 over in Australia right now
OH
/YES/
(you have to have chartreuse table cloths though)
but YES.
Um.
YES. :)
Um.
*smiles the biggest most invisible smile you have ever not seen*
#ChaseForBookNine
ANNIIIIIIIIIIIII *TACKLES*
Okay, Rueben. :/
#ChaseForBookNine
Really? Its 9:30 in tassie
@Snow: Different timezones over Australia. :) :)
*goes back to freaking out* OH MY GOSH.
#ChaseForBookNine
*joins saph in freaking out*
*star
*smiles*
Saph's my wife. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Oscar: *doubles over in delighted laughter*
*laughs too*
*at the ridiculousness of at all*
Oscar: Oh . . . my . . . God . . .
*can barely breathe for laughing*
This . . . is why I love . . . *nearly chokes*
*laughing nervously*
Oscar: At least . . . *cough*
*straightens up*
*still red in the face from laughing*
Let’s at least keep SOME element of conventionality.
Let me do it.
Okay . . .
*laughs in relief*
Oscar: *takes the ring box*
*kneels in front of her*
. . . What were you going to say?
You recall that lovely speech I just made?
Oscar: Yes?
I intended to say that, and then end it with-
Oscar: Will you marry me?
*turns pink*
. . . That’s correct.
And . . . what would you have said?
Oscar: I think we both know that.
. . . Then yes.
Yes, of course, yes.
Oscar: *smiles and turns red*
*nervous laughter*
Oscar: *nervous laughter*
*laughter*
Oscar: *laughter*
*gleeful laughter*
Oscar: *gleeful laughter*
*kneels and embraces him*
Oscar: *clutches her tightly*
*whispers* I love you.
Oscar: *whispers Thank God.
*facepalm* SEE HOW MESSED UP I AM?!?! I JUST CALLED YOU SAPH, STARRRRR!!!
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ASDFGHJKLASDFGUJKLJGSGDUWK OSMOSIS
(that was me being nice and not stretching the screen sideways)
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THAT WAS PERFECT. :) :) :)
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MAKE IT INTO A BOOK! Its sooo good!
Oh, and anni, I meed to kill you because now I have to put the slea I had planned off.
(Ah, that was fun.
And necessary.
But mostly fun.)
I guess I need to get snow in oscar's good books somehow....
(Two things: First of all, sorry I didn't say hi to Reuben. Hi!
And secondly, I can't make it into a book because I have to work on my ACTUAL books. However, I promise that my actual books are great. Well, I think they're great, at least.
However, if neither of them are used in Skulduggery Nine, which I entered them in for, who knows?)
@Annika: I agree with you about both the necessary and the fun. :)
@Amethyst: YESSSSSSSSSSSSS! :) :)
@Snow: Aw. :(
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@Anni: I bet they're great. :)
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(And hullo, Ameythyst!)
5.49MB.
*nods*
That's quite a lot.
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(I'll be posting it on Superfluous, naturally.
. . .
Gosh.
That was the big thing that I wanted to do tonight.
Now I'm not sure what to do.)
Hi Annika!
I need to go to sleep soon, me . . . :P
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(Hullo, Amethyst!
I'm sorry, I'm terribly bad with names.
I assume we haven't met before?)
Well, you've managed to kill me then make me explode. Anni, I think you're nights work is done.
There are police cars everywhere... O.O
I hope everyone is okay....
I dont think we've met. or if we did, i don't really remember...
*hugs fabi*
(Indeed, I hope that I made you feel warm and fuzzy, then horror-struck, then askjsdhfksbffdkl.
That was my intent, at any rate.
*hugs Snow*)
@Lantern: Me too. :/ *hugs*
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Apologizes I had to go feed gerbls
Snow, your profile picture is ace. :)
(Since when did I start saying 'ace', anyway?)
@Anni: Yeah, pretty much that. XD
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(Hullo, Fabi!
Well, Amethyst, let it be known that I am a singular individual. Not a plural individuals.
Ha ha, word joke!
. . .
Ahem.
Anyway.
Pleased to meet you!
This story that I was writing just these has been going ever since I arrived in Blogland months ago, so I'm dreadfully sorry that you missed the beginning.)
@Zaf: Okay. :)
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Put it this way: my brother, who is sitting next to me on the couch, was looking at me like I was insane. You have successfully completed your goal.
Oh, everyone thinks I'm insane. XD
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(Ah, it's good to be a success.
*reclines in her swivel chair*
. . . Who am I deceiving?
What do I know of being a success?
*shrugs*
*resorts to eating a Poptart and fussing over college work*
I should really go now . . .
Fours!
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I kinda gave up reading as its too much to scroll on an iPod or iPhone
*lays in grass* Hailo
*giggles
(AH!
NO!
I LOST THE SECOND PARENTHESIS ON THAT LAST COMMENT!
Now all the words shall escape, and I shall have to round them up again like I did in the spring of 2002!
No!
) Ah, that's better. I found it again.)
I have retreated tk my comfy bed. :)
I think i'm going to leave now. I have to study :( bye!
(Farewell, everyone except Zafira and Snow.)
Bye star!!
@anni o.O
We're all alone *cackles* Niccolò now would be an excellent time to pop out
(Tbh I dunno if he is lurking so I may be talking to air)
(*yawn*
Hmm.
I want to do something,
but I'm not sure what to do. I'm through with role-plays for the evening.
. . .
Any requests?
I could sing!
Dance!
Do a card trick!
Rant!
Rave!
Rant and rave!
Tell a funny story!
A sad story!
A happy story!
A story about turtles!
Any requests?)
Bye everyone who left
I'm back!!! I also had to fill up the dish washer, that's why I was so long, but anyway!
Oh, and I was also thinking of changing my name to, I dunno, Mark Flux, as it's my chosen name.
But, it would still be great if you told me how you all chose your names, because that would be helpful! :)
(Rueben!
Greetings, old sport!
So sorry that I didn't greet you earlier.
I was busily engaged.)
One about turtles. Because I am Turtle-chic. XD
watashi wa kame desu
Oh my Golden God.
OSMOSIS.
[Dies]
[Resurrects self]
[Dies again, more dramatically]
My story is on my back story blog.... which I really need to update
Well I just was bored and started playing with letters and Zafira sounded cool, then I tried to do a surname and I just put letters together and formed Kerias. And most call me Zaf, though you can use my title
Dinner now brb
(I play two characters in, I like to think, equal measure. Both were created from different aspects of myself.
I named one Doctor Precocious because they remind me of a villain and a hero from one of the books that changed my life.
She named herself Doctor Precocious after her two uncles.
I named the other Oscar Neurotic because I like the name Oscar and he is very neurotic.
He named himself that for the same reasons.)
(Ah, I see Fabi read the story.)
Fabi, I did the same. Except the second time I exploded
Thanks Zafira and Annika, now I'll go and try to get a better name
One sec, I'll go retrieve my story...
(*claps hands gleefully*
I caused emotional pain!
Yippee!
*dances through a meadow*)
why i chose Stormberg:
because it sounded cool. well... because it fitted, you know?
it just seemed right. and people agreed it was me...
why i chose Snow:
because people were calling it me anyway, but also because of another reason.
people see snow as something harmless. something kids play with and sculpt with. somethingfun.
but it has a dark side. it gives people frostbite. it freezes people. it delays people. in gives people hell.
and really, thats me. most people see me as harmless, fun. but if someone hurts a person i care about, i have a dark side and i wont stop until i know the price has been paid.
(Oh, by-the-by, I posted it on Superfluous, just in case.)
Oh god, now my dad is going on about this drug that's being tested in America that could help with muscular disability! And he recons I'm the one who goes on about stuff, and that I'm really eccentric!
(There is nothing wrong with being eccentric.
As anyone who knows me on this blog or elsewhere will agree instantaneously that I am the eccenricest eccentric who ever eccentriced in Eccentria.)
And I keep on forgetting to post
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*nods* its true. Anni is the eccenricest eccentric who ever eccentriced in Eccentria
Some of my friends say that I'm pretty eccentric as well, and I am happy to be eccentric, it helps a lot with righting, as you would now Ani :)
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(*gestures to Snow*
See?
This is what I'm saying.)
I'm broken, do you hear me?
I'm blinded,
Cause you are everything I see
I'm dancing, alone
I'm praying
That your heart will just turn around
And as I walk up to your door
My head turns to face the floor
Cause I can't look you in the eyes and say
When he opens his arms
And holds you close tonight
It just won't feel right
Cause I can love you more than this, yeah
When he lays you down,
I might just die inside
It just don't feel right
Cause I can love you more than this
Can love you more than this
If I'm louder
Would you see me?
Would you lay down in my arms and rescue me?
Cause we are, the same
You save me,
But when you leave it's gone again
And then I see you on the street
In his arms, I get weak
My body fails
I'm on my knees
Praying
When he opens his arms
And holds you close tonight
It just won't feel right
Cause I can love you more than this, yeah
When he lays you down,
I might just die inside
It just don't feel right
Cause I can love you more than this
I've never had the words to say
But now I'm asking you to stay
For a little while inside my arms
And as you close your eyes tonight
I pray that you will see the light
That's shining from the stars above
When he opens his arms
And holds you close tonight
It just won't feel right
Cause I can love you more than this
Cause I can love you more than this
When he lays you down,
I might just die inside
It just don't feel right
Cause I can love you more than this, yeah
When he opens his arms,
And holds you close tonight
It just won't feel right
Cause I can love you more than this
When he lays you down,
I might just die inside
It just don't feel right
Cause I can love you more than this
Can love you more than this
(Oh! Goodness!
*hurries over to Reuben's comment*
*pushes some letters out of the way*
*inserts an N in between A and NI*
That's better.)
(Hullo, Maralie.)
Hey mara
(I apologize for being so oddly chipper this evening.
I suppose causing emotional torment with my writing always does that to me.)
(OH BUGGER AND BLAST.)
*hugs anni* awful grammar
(. . .
There is a . . . Ships of Blogland Blog?
My goodness, now I'm intrigued.
I would love to write an Osmosis for it.
Or a Vancocious.
Yes, I would definitely love to write a Vancocious.)
I've been on here for almost an hour now! Man, time fly's bye quickly on the school holidays, I only have 2 1/2 weeks left until I start High School for the first time ( over in QLD, which is a territory in Australia, Year 7 doesn't start 'till 2015, so I'm starting grad 8 in High School)
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(DID SOMEONE JUST INSULT MY GRAMMAR?
*whips out a flintlock pistol*
A duel!)
Sorry Anni, and it's R U E ben
Herrow!
I'm back but not for long. If Adra does not return while I am here, tell her that word order is as important in Latin as English, and whoever told her otherwise should be fired, regardless of position!
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...
I hate coming here. Why do I even bother? Ugh.
Byee
(I shall dedicate this page to that feeling you get when you're right at the top of the first drop of a roller coaster, and you think to yourself, "Do you know what you haven't thought about in a while, old sport? DEATH BY ROLLER COASTER.")
No... I was hugging you, afraid of the bad grammar
OMG IM IN GRADE 8 THIS YEAR * panic attack*
(Speaking as one who has learned Latin, I agree with your words, Trip.)
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