Storm/Nova the Cat

First Off, This Is A Romance-ish Story...Just A Warning. Ok, Let The Story Begin!

A Path Of Petals Was All I Could Make Out, The Darkness Was Making Everything Fade. I Followed The Petals, And The Trail Ended After A Few dakika And A Few Meters In Front Of Me Was The upendo Of My Life...His Figure Was Only A Silhouette, Somewhat A Dark Red, As If He Was Stained With Blood, And The Dark Made The Color Look Darker, The Petals Which Were A Rosy pink Turned A Dark Crimson. The Darkness Got Stronger, The Figure Faded Even More, Disappearing. I Ran, To Get A Glimpse Of Him, I Hadn't Met Him, Not That...

Miniko: i am so bored
Kyle: U need a hobbie
Miniko: but i dont feel like tagging au skating
Kyle: probably becuz ur too lazy to buy new sray paint au fix ur skayeboard and ur broke
Miniko: *light bulb over head* i'm gonna come up w/ a get rich quick scheme!!
kyle: dont remember last time wen u ended up totally trashing my room cuz u thought i had a snipper wich u needed to use to kill justin beaver, biva and u failed
Miniko: oh right
kyle: and how does killing justin beiber help u get rich quick in the 1st place
Miniko: too complicated
Jackie: *comes in w/ a Dr.Pepper in her hand*
By selling all his organs...

There is a gory, swearing war between "Art Protectors" and "Recolorists." Don't call me a liberal (or Obama, for that matter), but I'm not in it. True, I removed all but 1 recolors from my gallery because I don't believe recoloring is right. True, I just alisema that I don't believe it's right. BUT I AM NOT JOINING THIS WAR!

On the "Art Protector" side of the war, people cuss at recolorists, au they warn them about "art-theft," which it is. HELLO PEOPLE! "Art Protectors" are not monsters half the time. Most of the time, they want to instruct au critique the recolorists and help them be able find...

They never felt afraid before but this was completely unexpected. The first week passed and most thought it was just another strange test, au that she had intentionally done something to herself. It was two months now and it had been confirmed weeks zamani that she had no control over this.

Device had taken care of affairs during this time. They had been growing so well as a nation in their own capital; someone had to maintain the status-quo. The rumor began spreading that the doctor was responsible, creating some kind of infection to wipe them out. The green-lit Identity did her best to ignore...

“You don’t have a name?” Mickey asks me. I shake my head no.

“How did wewe get your names?” I ask them. “Are they normal names?”

“I was told mine on a note.” Mickey answers.

This word is strange to me. A note? His name was on a note? Like it was written on? Who did that? “What is a note?” Is the first swali I ask about this.

“It’s a piece of paper people use to put words on. wewe haven’t heard of those before?” chowder informs me.

“No I haven’t. Should I?” Was I… did I start with the wrong information? W-was I supposed to have more? That would explain why...