Momo? Earth to Momo . . .
Okay, desperate times called for desperate measures.
The curtains are on fire! . . . And, um, and a purple dragons eating my pillow! Urgh, and theres a frog coming out of your ear! Hurry, Momo, before it eats your hair!
Hm?
He was distracted. It didnt take a brain surgeon to see the figure poised over a laptop keyboard and tell that it was going to be hard to get him to pay attention to her or a geneticist, for that matter. But Molly was a persistent girl and she reached under Mohinders arm to set a small pink box on the desk between him and his c
This was what he had been waiting for since before he could remember, a day that would shape the course of his life to come. This most significant of days had finally arrived and would surely be everything he had hoped for and more. People would notice him more, see him as the special person he truly was. No thing and no one could stop him now.
Gabriel was five.
Starting today, when people asked him how old he was, he could proclaim his eminence of being able to use an entire hand to count out the digits. That he was not the only five-year-old on the planet was of no matter. This was his time.
A cupcake with his breakfast? Unheard of! His
A diminutive girl lay curled on her bed like a puppy with her long silky black hair strewn over her face, concealing the red blotches that mottled her buttermilk skin. Selene rolled over onto her back and peered through the curtains of hair that stuck to her damp cheeks, staring past the plain white ceiling to the platinum moon that she knew now hung in the deep blue velvet sky.
Just when her eerily empty ice blue eyes unfocused and she lost the image of the vast, star strewn skies, Selene abandoned her near catatonic state and her eyes darkened with emotion. In one fluid movement, she sat up and pulled her legs under her until she wa
I am not a dumb blond or a drunken hick,
A blankly smiling ditz, or a simpleton waving a stick.
I am not an air head or a prancing priss,
A soft-spoken nobody, or a shrimpy little sis.
I am not filthy or a disgusting slob,
A sloth or a meaningless human blob.
I am not rich or a fashion queen
And I do not mesh with the catwalk scene.
I am not one who get's into a John's car,
A whore, or a stripper dancing on a bar.
I am not a lost soul or a poser,
A cutter, or a medication overdoser.
I am not I am not an optimist or a pessimist,
A PETA plugger, or a religious terrorist.
I am not a genius or a child prodigy,
And I am not waiting
Anger hangs in the dark night air and causes my face to burn with the injustice of it all. They know I don't like it out here. I told them that yet here I am. The dark abyss somehow seems to close in around me. For a few moments I refuse to leave the golden glow shining from the glass door, but I can't help but see their faces; annoyed, angry, and stubborn. I scowl into the night and my own anger, coupled with the fear of an unspoken threat, forces me to step out into cold blue dirt. Small stones grind underfoot and echo loudly. I freeze. Someone or something had to have heard that. It's got to be angry. I shouldn't be out here. I have to run
Anger hangs in the dark night air and causes my face to burn with the injustice of it all. They know I don't like it out here. I told them that yet here I am. The dark abyss somehow seems to close in around me. For a few moments I refuse to leave the golden glow shining from the glass door, but I can't help but see their faces; annoyed, angry, and stubborn. I scowl into the night and my own anger, coupled with the fear of an unspoken threat, forces me to step out into cold blue dirt. Small stones grind underfoot and echo loudly. I freeze. Someone or something had to have heard that. It's got to be angry. I shouldn't be out here. I have to run
I am not a dumb blond or a drunken hick,
A blankly smiling ditz, or a simpleton waving a stick.
I am not an air head or a prancing priss,
A soft-spoken nobody, or a shrimpy little sis.
I am not filthy or a disgusting slob,
A sloth or a meaningless human blob.
I am not rich or a fashion queen
And I do not mesh with the catwalk scene.
I am not one who get's into a John's car,
A whore, or a stripper dancing on a bar.
I am not a lost soul or a poser,
A cutter, or a medication overdoser.
I am not I am not an optimist or a pessimist,
A PETA plugger, or a religious terrorist.
I am not a genius or a child prodigy,
And I am not waiting
A diminutive girl lay curled on her bed like a puppy with her long silky black hair strewn over her face, concealing the red blotches that mottled her buttermilk skin. Selene rolled over onto her back and peered through the curtains of hair that stuck to her damp cheeks, staring past the plain white ceiling to the platinum moon that she knew now hung in the deep blue velvet sky.
Just when her eerily empty ice blue eyes unfocused and she lost the image of the vast, star strewn skies, Selene abandoned her near catatonic state and her eyes darkened with emotion. In one fluid movement, she sat up and pulled her legs under her until she wa
This was what he had been waiting for since before he could remember, a day that would shape the course of his life to come. This most significant of days had finally arrived and would surely be everything he had hoped for and more. People would notice him more, see him as the special person he truly was. No thing and no one could stop him now.
Gabriel was five.
Starting today, when people asked him how old he was, he could proclaim his eminence of being able to use an entire hand to count out the digits. That he was not the only five-year-old on the planet was of no matter. This was his time.
A cupcake with his breakfast? Unheard of! His
Momo? Earth to Momo . . .
Okay, desperate times called for desperate measures.
The curtains are on fire! . . . And, um, and a purple dragons eating my pillow! Urgh, and theres a frog coming out of your ear! Hurry, Momo, before it eats your hair!
Hm?
He was distracted. It didnt take a brain surgeon to see the figure poised over a laptop keyboard and tell that it was going to be hard to get him to pay attention to her or a geneticist, for that matter. But Molly was a persistent girl and she reached under Mohinders arm to set a small pink box on the desk between him and his c
A diminutive girl lay curled on her bed like a puppy with her long silky black hair strewn over her face, concealing the red blotches that mottled her buttermilk skin. Selene rolled over onto her back and peered through the curtains of hair that stuck to her damp cheeks, staring past the plain white ceiling to the platinum moon that she knew now hung in the deep blue velvet sky.
Just when her eerily empty ice blue eyes unfocused and she lost the image of the vast, star strewn skies, Selene abandoned her near catatonic state and her eyes darkened with emotion. In one fluid movement, she sat up and pulled her legs under her until she wa
Current Residence: New Mexico, the Texas knock-off. Favourite genre of music: Country Favourite cartoon character: Brooklyn from Gargoyles. Personal Quote: Losing faith in humanity one person at a time.
Favourite Movies
The Lion King and Dragonheart
Tools of the Trade
Pencil and paper.
Other Interests
Reading, writing, drawing, horse-back riding, and being random and weird.
Snagged from ~aikiakane (https://www.deviantart.com/aikiakane)
Movie Quote Quiz:
1. Pick 15 of your favourite movies.
2. Go to IMDB and find a quote from each movie.
3. Post them for everyone to guess.
4. Fill in the film title once it's guessed.
5. No cheating. That includes search engines such as Google and IMDB's internal search engine.
1. "When the crowd is finally tired of your screams and wandered home, I will climb up through your blood and sit beside you. I will look deep into your eyes... and drop by drop I will trickle my disgust into them like burning acid until... finally... you perish."
2. "Dreams die hard and you hold them in your hand long after they ha
Alack, I've been tagged by ~aikiakane (https://www.deviantart.com/aikiakane) and can't resist this madness. All of the characters I'm using here relate to Tim Kring's Heroes and all but one (Kenny) belong to him.
1. Choose a few of your own characters. Five at
the most.
2. Make them answer the following questions
3. Then tag three people.
Characters Chosen:
Sylar
Gabriel Gray (because he makes OOC appearances)
Candice Wilmer
Kendra Bartleby
1) How Old Are You?
Sylar: 29, almost 30.
Gabriel: Ditto.
Candice: Honestly? I'm only 18.
Kenny: 26, if you must know.
2)Height?
Sylar: 6'2". Aw yeah.
Gabriel: Really, there's no need to gloat about it.
Candice: However t
I have a glorious announcement to make that only I will care about. :shrug: Oh well. I can still ramble, can't I? Can't I?! :shakefist:
Anyways, I received the dress I will wear to my Senior Prom. It's amazing that I'm at all excited about a dress seeing as how I haven't even owned one of the contraptions in years. I found one that I'd actually be happy to wear; a black and plum Medieval (sp?) style gown I ordered from the Maid Marian's site. Anyone who managed to read this far is probably extremely bored and my train of thought is running out of steam so I'll be on my way.
Incidentally, are there any running steam trains nowadays?