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YAY! i danced wit him on friday at the christmas dance...unforgettable.

Chapter Two: Best Friends Mike sat down hesitantly on the couch in front of the fireplace. Sonny was grinning evilly from ear to ear. There was something afoot, about this guy. "Um...hi, I didn't really excpect much. What's you're name?" asked Mike. "My name is Sonny killsyou...er, Sonny Moore. And whats your name, my victim...er, friend?" smiled Sonny, he couldn't haelp but to grin alot. He wanted to throw this guy into the firplace and roast marshmellows over his burning body. "My name is Mike Shinoda. I'm an exchange student from Japan." he held out an outstretched hand. "Nice to meet you My Victi...Mike." laughed Sonny. He shook Mike's hand and looked at his palms to see if he was infected by the friendliness. "Um...can I go now? Now that we know each other. I'll see you, um, tomorrow." Mike stood up, grabbed his hat and started to walk, but Sonny held onto his hand. "Why don't you stay for a while?" Sonny asked. "Well...why not?" replied Mike with a smile. "Would you like some cookies and scream? Er, cream?" stuttered the goth boy and lead Mike into the kitchen. He made Mike sit on a chair and Sonny looked into refridgerator. "I've got some stuff here...to CUT." Mike's new friend laughed hysterically. He opened a drawer and took out a knife. "I thought you got cookies?" asked Mike. "I do!" screamed Sonny and stabbed the knife on the cutting board so hard that the knife got stuck onto it. Mike stood up, afraid and ran out the kitchen. Sonny was after him, still with the evil look in his eyes and raising the knife in the air. "OH MY GOD!!!" Mike ran out into the snow and vowed to never return near Sonny. *sorry, updates are kind of hard to get coz of school!!!!!*

Yes, the song from FFTL, but it's not FFTL starring in the story. One of them, Sonny Moore is in the story, and Gerard Way from MCR. One of the guys from Linkin Park, and maybe I will throw in some guys and gals from LPF. I don't know where this is going to go, but I will try to finish this Christmas story. Prolougue: "BA HUMBUG!!" yelled the 17 year old punk, Sonny Moore. He sat on his bed with an impact. Sonny hated Christmas because there was no point in it all. You just get presents, but Sonny-never gets presents. He looked out the window, it was bright and snowflakes were dancing and swaying in the wind. "I'm gonna go and throw snowballs at pedestrians..." Sonny grinned evilly. He stood up, grabbed his black coat with belt fastenings on the sleeves. He took his black and white scarf and wrapped it around his throat. Chapter One: Mike Shinoda Sonny was laughing like a maniac as he watched helpless neughbourhood kids fear his ammo and aim. They knew Sonny when it comes to snow. Once or twice he hit cars and theie alarms went on, blaring. "I'm bored...time to hit some real pedestrians." chuckled Sonny. "You better watch out...coz Mikeys coming to town." giggled a voice from behind Sonny. He spun around to see a boy that seemed almost like his age, and soon Sonny was down. This kid just threw a snow ball at him! He couldn't believe it. Nobody dared to throw a cold round, white ball at him, made of snow!! "Haha...you're down!" the kid teased. He danced around Sonny's fallen body, laughing and singing. The foreign boy's voice soon faded away-he was gone. Sonny sat up, scratching his head, dumbfouded, "I....he....threw...why that guy....he's gonna get it from me." he growled, and straightened up. He then ran back home to plan out his evil dastardly blue prints. *** Knock knock knock. "Sonny!!!! Get the door, honey!" called out Sonny's mother. Sonny rolled up his blue prints and rushed down the stairs toward the front door. He opened it, and a rush of cold air seeped in the house. It was that asian guy with spikey red and black hair. "It's...you..." Sonny spat. "I just came by to say I'm sorry. I'm new in this neighbourhood." "Well then.......come in....." Sonny sneered.

okay...i dont know if sum1 has ever done this...here is how it goes, i will start some sort of rhyme and you ppl will continue with it!! this 12 days of christmas but a bit more different: There once was a girl who hated the world who'd laugh at you but then she knew she kept a secret from you... *this is the part wen u come in, but make it linked and leave something for the other person to continue, like what i did*

what?!! spot a pot...she may have read it wrong or heard it wrong or maybe chaz spelled it or said it wrong.

omg. school is giving me a major head throb. i don't know how to write a story anymore!!!! i know poems, yes, but not a story! im worried about the story i wrote for english class...the teacher there is real cool, but when it gets to assignments...no one can get a good mark. last year, i was the best writer there is. i have a friend that gives me feedback from a story im undergoing, and she begs me to write some more, but i cant post it here because the audience here is different.-_-...what should i do...azem gave me some advice before, but then i got messed up, so, yeah.

thank you!

great poem!!:thumbsup:

Nice one i like your poems alot

Acrostic Poem F-ighting for a reason A-dding dead bodies in tranches L-osing every soldiers' L-ife as they tightly hold on E-ternal like devastation N-umbing sensation as they release their souls A-s the guns are being fired L-eaving their beloved families L-oved, but now they stumble I-nnocent lives being crushed E-very soul prays for victory S-atisfactory had settled them *Emotion Poem* War is fog grey It smells like soldiers' blood It tastes like rusted metal It feels like my flesh is burning It sounds like bombs being set off It looks like dirt smeared on soldiers' skin War is like being trapped in a burning house *Cinquain Poem* War Fearsome, destructive Shooting, screaming, dying Leaving their beloved families Battle well, thats all i did...

I <3 that poem. its full of emotions..keep up the good work!:thumbsup:

sorry...heres another one: me: thats not funny brian: you know what else is funny? jonni: your mom brian: no...your face **a while later**** jonni: rub your nose in between the pages brian: nothing happens (rubs and jonni joins) wtf ew now my boogers are on it jonni: it feels like a bum crack me: (laughing so hard, and crying) jessica: look what you did, you made her cry!! *starts laughing* jonni: dessie, rub ur nose with us, everything will be ok.

"I really don't like this place." started Emanuel. "I know...coz the dead will eat you and I can, like, join them?" teased Jonathan. "Save it, JT." Dessie warned, "Or I'll stuff candy down them Family Guy boxers you've got there." They were at the check up entrance where someone was suppose to take them in. But no one was there at all. Only the silence and heavy breathing. They all shrugged and decided to help themselves to rooms. There was Jonathan and Emanuel in one room, Maria and Cheyenne in another room, Maura the manager and Natasha aka Nat in the Hat in another room, and Dessie wanted to be alone.(coz she loves to sing in the shower and when she is bored, and she loves to doodle some random stuff or write about...coughjonnicough) *** Dessie fell asleep that night when there came a banging noise out her window. She rubbed the drowsiness from her eyes sat up on the dusty bed, and walked across the wooden floors toward the blurry, cracked window. Dessie looked ahead only to see the rain and a tree branch creating the terrible noises. She ignored, took out her mp3 and went back to bed. -CLICK, CLICK, SLIDE.... In a jolt, Dessie sprung up again, that noise was one to not forget. It was coming from under her bed. Cautiously, she touched the cold wood with her toe and then got off the bed. She knelt down although she didn't want to and looked under. There was hand there.... With a scream, Dessie fell on her back as the hand tried to grasp her in it's hold. She scramble to her feet and slammed her back against the cobwebbed door. "Leave...me...alone!!!" she screamed. "Dessie...Dessie......" a whisper tone voice pleaded. Dessie turned the broken knob, but to her panicking, she broke it right off. "I...need...you....." started the voice. "Wh-what...?" Dessie squeaked. "To....TIE MY SHOES!!!" came a loud laugh. A guy with shaggy hair covering his eyes came out from under, laughing his head off like a maniac. "JONATHAN!!!!!!" screamed Dessie, her blood pressure rising to 100 as she curled her fingers into a fist. She approched Jonathan, grabbed him by the collar and threw him out the window, "DONT YOU EVER DO THAT AGAIN YOU MOPHEAD!!!"

This story is about No Such Name. My band.okay, state of angerism broke up. thats why. :Story One: Welcome to Doomsville Hotel...How may We Serve You? (chapter one) The drive was awefully long. No Such Name had left since four in the morning and now it was eight at night. They toured around all of Europe but the exception of Doomsville. It sounded negative but they all agreed about visiting the people. About the band, Jonathan was the other vocals and he was driving (for now). Maria the guitarist and Cheyenne the bass were at the living room, playing video games and screaming each time someone lost a life. Now the siblings, Emanuel the drummer and Dessie the guitarist and lead singer were at the kitchen, dumping out candies on the counter table from earlier trick or treating. "Are we there yet?!" asked Cheyenne. "How about no." Jonathan replied. He drove through a short cut, "I'm taking a short cut-" "Uh oh. NOOOO! Not a short cut! We all know where short cuts lead! Some sort of weird place!!" exclaimed Emanuel, stuffing his mouth with candy. "Don't wor-AHHH!!!" Jonathan screamed. Everybody followed suit as the tour bus started to run down a rock hill. The rest of the bandmates stumbled all toward the front, rubbing their heads in confusion. "Told....you...!" said Emanuel in a shaky voice. All of a sudden there was a huge halt. Everybody got up and Jonathan was gasping for air. Even the most scariest roller coaster was nothing compared to that. They jumped out the tour bus, exposed to a world of a dark forest and a mansion before them. "This is so not the place. Maybe we could spend the night here." suggested Maria. "No..this is the place," Dessie said, heading over to a wooden sign that had aged, "It says here, Doomsville Hotel." "Excellent. Let's check in, then."

Vinny and Charlotte there we have it! sad real life horror!! yeah!! no...its sad...so..um...*cries* The rain was pouring that April 13th on Charlotte's sixteenth birthday. It always seemed to rain on her birthday. Yet, she never bothered about it. A new year, probably new attitude, growing up, so what? Just another wasted year in something called life. Life that doesn't really exist anymore. Life that almost died out on Charlotte when she attempted to commit suicide. Every birthday, she always thought back about the negative thoughts and deep feelings. Especially about Vinny. Her ex boyfriend who dumped her because she kept on asking him to kill her. Ever since then, she kept on crying herself to sleep. is this a good beginning? (its the last thing i need to know before i really start)