Yes.
I steal. Efficiently.
And I have never been caught, from grade 5 to this day.
I have a friend (yes, really) who likes to steal crazy and worthless things for the kick of it. Like clocks from classrooms and forks from the canteen. What have you, or your friends, stolen?
It started when the new kid fad was Beyblades in my school. Past the old Digimon shaker toys and Pokemon card games that weren't played properly...
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Submitted: Fri May 22, 2009 03:01 AM
Question: How will you describe yourself musically?
Short description: If you could use a song (or several, if you can't make up your mind, you indecisive person) to describe yourself, which would you choose? Why?
>.<
This shouldn't be too hard..
Me, myself, I. How to describe myself with music.
Let me define music.
[b]Music is art. It is a chamber of fusion, a tune in time. Music can represent anything,...
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Submitted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 02:08 AM
They had grown up next door to each other, on the fringe of Henesys, near fields and woods and orchards, within sight of a lovely bell tower that belonged to a school for blind archers.
Now they were twenty, had not seen each other for nearly a year. There had always been playful, comfortable warmth between them, but never any talk of love.
His name was Max. Her name was Sneha. In the early afternoon, Max knocked on Sneha's front...
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Submitted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 08:40 PM
The final chapter. :D
Enjoy, fellow perverts.
I've noticed that the Erotica category is no more, therefore I shall be discontinuing my writing of such style, for the time being.
Proceed..
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My heart surged with her words. The answer was clearly yes, but the question was understated. I bought myself a few extra seconds by drawing her into a deep, passionate kiss. She was an extraordinary kisser, sliding her...
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Submitted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 11:57 PM
I've been feeling, slightly suicidal.
Let me explain.
I am 5'10". I am 17 years old. I have died before. I've been in love. I have an incurable disease.
One of these is wrong.
Initial Boot
I started Grade 12 in September, like normal children do. I had recently lost a relationship with a really sweet girl named Nisa. Since her parents are brown, she was not allowed to date,...
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Submitted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 09:04 AM
Part I
Part II of my latest erotica. Enjoy.
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Saturday rolled around before I knew it. I remember staring at the clock all day long, dreading the evening, knowing I would likely have to face off against Skylar. I showed up early to give Mary a hand with getting things ready. After all, that’s what friends were for -- right?
As I entered the house and hung up my...
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Submitted: Thu Apr 02, 2009 06:08 PM
Is there an altogether different personality you have IRL? Do you talk/laugh/sing/dance/breath/spell/write/see/[insert verb of choice] differently? Or are you a well-balanced, single (or simple)-minded person in both dimensions?
First off, for those of you who do not know (or really care), my name is Pirithivi. B. Yogeswaran. I am 14 years old in my first year of high school.
I've been on MMOT almost since it's birth,...
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Submitted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 11:25 PM
Freshly written. Enjoy.
It was almost 5:00 P.M on a Friday, the end of a long week, and I was ready to go home. I stared across the desk at my best friend Mark who had been camped out in my office for at least the last half-hour. He had that unmistakable gleam in his eye that I’d seen so many times before. The one telling me he wasn’t going to give up, no matter what I said.
“Okay, like what else are you going to...
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Submitted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 03:29 AM
Since my youth I have taken part in video games of the console variety.
You name it, I've played it. Genesis, SNES, I even had a Fairchild locked up in my closet somewhere. As humans moved onto rounded controllers and shapely graphics, I began to appreciate the legacy of consoles more and more. My N64 was my best friend, and almost every night would be a Super Smash Tournament and Star Fox rounds at my house.
But what I'm here...
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Submitted: Thu Mar 26, 2009 03:20 AM
ONCE AGAIN. This is not safe for children. This is EROTICA (and not Sparta, sadly). Some of the lines used in this story may disturb or offend it's readers. Reader's discretion is applied.
This is my third erotica I wrote. I like this one, because I had fun making up the plot. It don't think it's my best, but you be the judge.
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Sometimes I feel like I have a split personality. I suppose everyone does...
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Submitted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 01:10 AM
This is not safe for children or home, or work. I'm being completely serious.
My writing teacher once told me that if you find a well written erotica, you have yourself someone who can make a good story out of anything. I took that as a challenge.
I'm serious.THIS IS EROTICA. Some of you may think lower of me for this, but I see it as a purely literary article.
And Dest is not allowed anywhere near this story....
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Submitted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 08:49 PM
On the street of my residence, Rapacity Road, the essence of Avarice is extremely intense. I live in a small townhouse, Suite 6, surrounded by its doppelgangers, our neighborhood confined to a small street off the side of an expressway. All the neighbors of Rapacity Road know each other well, and there is always a friendly animosity among them. However, it is true that there is s heavy spirit of rivalry within the ranks of these citizens....
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