I've decided drawing is not for me, so I'm thinking I'll go with writings. I'll put up some of my one-pagers. And maybe my book. And if you're very lucky, I may read you some of my poetry first.
Later days!


My Epitaph..well not really...Here lies Rachel Floyd Of the Red Hair. One day life became Too much for her to bear.My Epitaph..well not really...
She was known before she died To have spoken of a problem. No it wasn't men or money, Nor was it the dreaded chem.
Here's what her note read, "For life, I no longer care. My problem is endless. I have far too much hair."
So here is where Rachel lies But not all of her, I should say. Sadly, she had too much hair, So we had to throw some away.


My LifeThis is the story of three close friends WARNING: there is tragedy when the story endsMy Life
The first friend was the shortest and really liked boys whenever a cute one walked by she'd make a lot of noise
The second was really tall She thought it was just a chair whe liked to poke fun of the third friend without any care
The third friend had big red hair as her most distinguishing feature and since she rarely bit back her friends made fun of her
They made fun of her big red hair (thought that she was used to) they


Flying AwaySitting hereFlying Away
Thinking of you
Theres a tear
Im feeling blue.
Without you Without you
Out the skylight
I can see
Birds in flight
Dont want to be.
Without you Without you
Flying away
I want to go.
If I didnt have you I may
But I do so no.


My Book(Title) By Arabelle (Last Name) PrologueMy Book
They were staring at me. I was walking down the street and they were staring at me. I wanted to scream at them, scream at them saying, What, youve never seen a normally-dressed person before? Hunh?! But I couldnt do it because I knew they hadnt seen anyone like me in their lives. I ducked into the nearest shop to avoid the stares. Of course this shop was the weirdest one I couldve picked, even in this part of town. Filled with voodoo dolls and pickled African heads complete with a shriveled old lady behind the c
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c(")(") thy for the fav
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****** let us play together
~***~be my friend, cause i have cookies
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welcome fellow bunny fan!
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It is my belief we all, sometime or another, secretly ask ourselves the question, "Am I crazy?" In my case the answer came back a resounding YES!
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It is my belief we all, sometime or another, secretly ask ourselves the question, "Am I crazy?" In my case the answer came back a resounding YES!
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- Sandra, the truly Emo-Neko
Like my avatar? Well I didn't make it: [link]
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It is my belief we all, sometime or another, secretly ask ourselves the question, "Am I crazy?" In my case the answer came back a resounding YES!
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It is my belief we all, sometime or another, secretly ask ourselves the question, "Am I crazy?" In my case the answer came back a resounding YES!
(good luck getting your book read. fanart really is the only way to get noticed. once i got people watching me for fanart i started throwing in some poems and stuff)
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"laugh and the world laughs with you...snore and you sleep alone."
"You can't whack Death on the head!"
"If he comes near me I'm gonna rip his nipples off!"
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It is my belief we all, sometime or another, secretly ask ourselves the question, "Am I crazy?" In my case the answer came back a resounding YES!
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