Hopefully that helps. I'm not too picky, as you should know by now. I should probably go study for my finals now.
TTFN!!
PS--In case you missed it, I'M GOING TO SAN FRANCISCO YOU GUYS OMFG


A Sonnet to the Fantable To friendship made maudlin by many miles:A Sonnet to the Fantable by ~Spurfy-Sora
Mere words are not enough, but words must do.
Nothing can replace your merry smiles,
Nor the surety that you stand still true.
We have been linked a short eternity,
And forged through steadfast friendship's endless forms
Fam'ly forgetful of paternity:
In normal manner defiéd all norms.
You are my anchor though I'm far from port;
You are my laughter's wellspring, well-misséd.
Through my sorrows and strains, you lend support
And turn bleak skies not bleak but sun-kisséd.
And though I mourn that we are kept apart
You are forever written on my heart.


A Frenchman's Dilemma It all happened very quickly. He had just spent a wonderful evening with his fiancé (particularly considering she had barely been speaking to him earlier that day)... and then they stopped back at her apartment, and she had found that note from that despicable Opera Ghost, and she had refused to see reason and he'd been trying to make her understand-and then he was here.A Frenchman's Dilemma by ~Spurfy-Sora
Although Raoul was not quite certain where "here" was. He was reasonably sure that it was not Christine's apartment anymore (though in that place, nothing was quite out of the question ), but aside from that there was no telling. It was a great hall composed of


Words, Words, Words Words, words, words.Words, Words, Words by ~Spurfy-Sora
Shakespeare knew. He knew the power of language. It's a power that is overwhelming, that can shape lives and leave you laughing or weeping over a simple turn of phrase. It's a power that has infinite possibilities.
I've been fascinated with that power since I first learned the alphabet. I have in my possession a story-about a unicorn, of course-that I wrote when I was in kindergarten. It isn't anything particularly unique, or noteworthy, but it's a reminder that even then I was exploring the incredible idea that words can do anything. Entire worlds and the people that filled them were at my fingertips, if I would


Undead American Gothic "This place is officially dead," Gina informed the empty restaurant. The night shift at the Doublemeat Palace was usually pretty slow, but tonight there was a strange lack of customers. Not that she minded at all. The less work she had to do, the more time she had to dwell on things like the blackness of her soul and rotting corpses. Being a blonde goth without the budget for hair dye was bad enough; stick her in a fast food uniform and she felt that she had to compensate somehow.Undead American Gothic by ~Spurfy-Sora
There was a sign of life from the kitchen. "Great," Percy said, emerging from the back. "That mean I can step out for a smoke?"
She had to fight back her hor