http://myanimelist.net/blog/Capricious_SmileMyAnimeList.net Blogs http://myanimelist.net/blog.php?eid=730541 The rivarily between the brothers was fierce. They both the best in what they did. Although one had chosen the darker path. If he countinued this he would cause a war. That or they would end up killing one an other. "I dont want to die" repeated the girl. Tears flooded through her cheeks. Why was she so loveless. Even her own mother had abandoned her, perfering to spend her time hanging from the ceiling. The melachony had started shen she had stopped talking to her. The emotion she now felt was helpness. The flowers were left at the door step. The same bunch of roses were left their everyday. Sam wondered what they were for. Was it love, gratatiude, death or suprise. Sam being the romantic that he is liked to believe that it was for love. They werent the type of flowers you leave at a burial. Their was no money left in the bank account. All these sleepless nights had come into fruition. He was happy with the money that he had attained. But it had changed him. He had become snobby and more bussiness like. What would he be like now that he was bankrupt? Wed, 08 May 2013 21:30:21 -0700 http://myanimelist.net/blog.php?eid=730539 <strong>The truth is</strong> I dont want to live. I hate my life thought the young girl with auburn hair. The sun began to rise, a new day approached. Prehaps this time it wouldnt be so melodramatic, prehaps this time it would be peaceful. The sun arched above her pale burning skin, threatening to eat her. <strong>I need proof,</strong> I know longer exist without it. Im nothing but a terrorist, a beign criminal who litters of society like a parasite. The sickly man headed home. The walk was cold and dark. A black alley cat ran along a post line hunting a possum with ferocity. A fight embarked between the two fierce creatures. <strong>The smell reminds me</strong> of oranges in the summer. After a hot day in the sun they still managed to retain their moisture. The breif memory of his childhood brought back pleasant memories. Oranges were just oranges now. They no longer held the magical presecnce as they once had. Wed, 08 May 2013 21:09:25 -0700