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look, whoever gave me that mini spell just now. I thank you so much! I have to get it again because my computer glitched up again. btw I really want some friends on the game. I feel so lonely. every time I try to be friends with someone the turn on me and leave. except for two people tenley, arapaho, and some random person. I also need one of you to give me the mini spell. I figured that you can't get it on your own so i think one of you could put the twist on me again. please do, if you want to see my picto, go to my blog and it should take you rest of the way. If not please reply to this blog entry. see yah then.

I leave and live, or stay and die...!

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If you want to see my picto, then go to my blog and go to my picto. look at the comment that says hmarmtrong in it. click on the green lettering, and there it is. That way you guys can see me on the game.

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**I know I'm probably crossing some boundaries writing this since I know not everyone in TEF believes in Heaven, but I wanted to write it for my Dad and for my family to read. If this story is offensive to you, tell me and I'll take it down. I don't intend it to be an attack on anyone with different religious beliefs**

The crisp sunlight broke through the white linens, Tommy opening his eyes and sitting up. He sat on a soft, comfortable bed, never having any aches and always having a full rest each night. He looked around at the room - a nice chalet-style house was all his (well, for now anyway), the walls were a lovely brown wood, with a ceiling that rose at an angle. Matching wood cabinets and things were there, and there were a few pictures on the walls from his childhood as well as of his family. The bedsheets had the distinct scent of saltwater to them, which was oddly out of place but made him happy regardless. He looked out the window, seeing a lovely scenic forest. Birds chirped and sang songs he had never heard before, and he also saw a variety of animals roaming around and enjoying the land. He saw an occasional rhino, elephant, zebra, or gazelle walk around - they didn't really fit the environment but it didn't matter to him, he loved watching them anyway.

Getting out of the bed, he put on some casual clothes and walked around in his chalet. He had a library of detective novels and other fiction he enjoyed, including a copy of every James Patterson book ever written. He would come back to that room later and sit in an oversized chair to read Patterson's Maximum Ride. He continued on into a kitchen that had everything from milk, satsuma juice, orange-flavored tea (that was already hot and sweet for him whenever he was ready for it), and even a bottle of Jack Daniel's Single Barrel whiskey that would never run out.

For the Community, certan people, and for anyone who has felt hurt before

He bathed himself in red
To warn others to stay away.
He wore the poppies in his antlers
To remind himself why he cried.
He shivered and shuddered
To run from a cold embrace.
He wandered to the Ruins
To mourn at the gravestones.
He sat among them
To remember his burden.
He let out a lonely sigh
To ease his suffering.
He bathed himself in red
To warn others...

"it's nice out today, don't you think Briar?"

**This is a little vent writing...but I know it can be interpreted a number of different ways. Let me know how you interpreted this if you don't mind. I'll tell you all later how this story relates to me.**

Each one of us has had our days where we felt like a prisoner: trapped, confined, caged. You wake up early in the day, dreading the day ahead as it will be long and tedious, much like a caged animal.

You awake and remember that you are a prisoner, metal fencing separates you from being able to do whatever you'd like. The fence is tall and there seems to be no way out. You get too close to the metal and feel a sharp sting in your skin as an electrified wire touches you. You back away quickly, remembering your mistakes from before. There's no way out of this place, and even to attempt an escape would be painful in itself.

You sit and think why you have to go through a life like this. You close your eyes and dream of being free. You dream of a vast plain for you to run, an endless sky full of birds and clouds, bountiful food and friends to share your freedom with. You dream about it every day.

And then you remember...

A young boy stands at the fence of the cage, smiling and waving to you. You approach the fence, not getting too close that you'd be shocked again, but enough for him to talk to you. He even reaches his hand in, holding treats for you to eat. You smile and accept his gift, the treats are delicious and you even amuse him by licking his palm. The boy gets to touch your face, a treat in his own way. He rarely has ever touched such soft fur.

The boy says goodbye and runs off. And you are glad for the day that you had been visited by such a nice human. But then you remember once again...

The promise of freedom, you remember that you would one day be set free.

The air is slowly becoming less humid, and I can smell it. It's an odd smell, musty but in a good way. I can smell a very faint cinnamon in the air. In fact I can nearly taste it, my tongue longing for the tastes of cinnamon and apple cider. I feel the Sun drawing away, not bearing down on the world as much as it had before. I feel the wind start to become chilly, cooling my body while I step out into the sunlight. I see the leaves begin their journey, preparing themselves for the long fall to the Earth by changing their color. It will take time but their trek must be done. I hear the wind brush upon the leaves, rustling them and creating the sound much like pom poms. It makes me long to watch Football once again. I hear another journey occurring above me, as geese fly overhead, making their own trip to warmer lands.

I sense all of these, and deep within I smile and realize...

Autumn is coming.

[Hey everyone! I have a diary for

on the Forums. When I feel like a diary entry is good enough (meaning, it touches me in some way), I post it here. Enjoy! If you like some music while you read, click here.]

Today, after praying and having a drink,

played with a fawn that bore a God's name. He appreciated the playfulness of the blessed ones, and how the Gods were speaking their truth, love, and power through such behavior. Although the Gods were rarely, if ever, severe with the deer of the Forest,

had a sense of the Gods' absolute power over this corner of time and space and that they alone had the power to dissolve it. The kindness and mischief of the blessed ones were a reminder that, while all-power over the affairs of the Forest, were intimately connected with it and loved its components down to the atoms that made up the dust.

{More Under the Cut!}

The Endless Forest

mini spell

how to see my picto

Death of a Postman (Tribute to Dad)

H e l p f o r t h o s e i n n e e d

Red

The Rose in the Briar patch. conclusion.

Caged (Non-TEF Shortstory)

The Xemnas Reports; Entry six

Do you smell it?

Romp and Offering