The Writer's Café

Phoenix said:
No, smighter, because it's 1AM EST.
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Can't I just point out that the only people that use the Café aren't East Americans with the exceptions of Smighter.
And Smighter, I would except that's like, 6 in the morning. I have difficulties waking up at 7:30...
 
Turns out I'm not getting braces. They have to send the form to the insurance thing - I have Husky ATM - and they have to approve it -which takes roughly a month - then we have to make the appointment....URGH
 
But anyways, here's a little something I wrote in the waiting room to the orthodontist --



The rain poured down from dense, black clouds rolling above, soaking the night into a murky, ink-black. I stood still, hands shaking ever so slightly, hair snaking down my drenched back in snakelike tendrils, clinging to the back of my shirt. My eyes, frozen on my shaking hands, blurred with not only rain, but tears as well. As the freezing water numbed my hands, my iron grip loosened, and it fell with a dull clatter to the pavement below. My breath came in quick gasps, now, my whole body shaking with the tremors coursing through my hands. I fell to my knees, only inches from the deadly blade. My hands were streaked and stained red by blood, blood that refused to come off no mater how much the icy rain tore at it. With a sudden surge of confidence, my fingers scrabbled to pick up the knife. Carefully I wiped off the blood from the razor-sharp blade, and smiled grimly as I stood up tall. My last words, whispered and weak as they were, echoed into the empty air as I saw, in slow motion, the glittering point jab into my chest, dark blood shooting out of the gash. My hands fell off the blade as I took in the last breath I ever would. With fading eyes, I saw the world tilt and plummet sideways, barely feeling the hard pavement rush up to meet me....


"I'm sorry, Daddy...."


--Not exactly the happiest thing I've ever written but oh well....
xD
 
You write in the waiting room?

Man, I need to start bringing all of my scribblebooks. And my iPod/Phone.

Dammit, awesome ideas! Also, Kat, you get deathly ill in my version of Chronicles of the Café :3 I hope that this is okay with you. I think my imagination escaped me. On the bright side, this probably means I will finally get around to writing more CotMC.
 
Downloading The Dark Knight Rises and Inception from FrostWire...
I can get ARRESTED! :/

And then my bro is giving me SkyFall as gratz for finishing midterms.
 
Do I die? :cry: I don't wanna die. I mean, unless you count my bad days. Then yes, I might want to die. But not naaooooooo...

And yes, I type on my iPod in waiting rooms while listening to depressing emo music. =P Problem?
 
Like Skyrim!
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I had something I had to do really urgently. But now I forgot about it. So I guess I can just write instead. I'll wake up tomorrow totally freaking out about it. Haha. Ha. Ha.
 
Gahahahahahahaha I was joking round in WC and must have insulted someone, my troops dropped to 0 and me and this other person started cracking up, we were getting hit at the same time. Lololol
 
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