Twilight: My Personal Opinion by DemonMamoru, literature
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Twilight: My Personal Opinion
Twilight: My Personal Opinion
As you have most likely heard by now, Twilight is one of the latest crazes, and hopefully since the last movie is finished, that the fandom will die down, and we never have to hear the name again. But this is unlikely, as Stephanie Meyer has published the first book of a series that retells the series from Edward’s point of view. The name Twilight shall certainly haunt us throughout the years, until finally, we shall no longer remember, due to our future health problems. Hopefully. Before we start, I want to clearly state one thing. That is that I’ve actually read all the books, and seen all the movi
Hardcore
Dance-Style
Level Headed
Free Mile
Run and Jump
Army Crawl
Stop 'n' Go
Free Fall
Gang Graffeiti
Concrete Wall
Splatter Paint
Camouflage
Time To Go
March On Out
Invisible Soul
With No Doubts
REGRETS: KING AND TYRANT by DemonMamoru, literature
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REGRETS: KING AND TYRANT
Sometimes, I wanna be a little less dramatic
with less sparkle, shine,
minus the fanatics,
But then again,
If I did,
would I have anyone else to blame?
The only way to explain
is my own judgement
and that I can claim
a stand-alone statement
that can't be taken back
And there might be something
that I've coulda done
but my regrets are final
just like the setting sun
Emotions should not control
and mind should rule over all
but hey, what else can we say
at the end of all our days?
My heart is KING and TYRANT
rational thought is a well-kept prisoner
and feelings run rampant
out of mind
totally blind
with a declaration signed!
Friends Essay (From Writing 121) by DemonMamoru, literature
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Friends Essay (From Writing 121)
“It is my perception that a true friend never relies on another’s dream. A person with the potential to be my true friend must be able to find his own reason for life without my help. And he should put his heart and soul into protecting his dream. He would never hesitate to fight for his dream, even against me. For me, a true friend is one who stands equal to me in all respects.”
-Griffith (Berserker, 1993)
For me, this quote is something I’ve found true, and simplistically explains my beliefs. I believe that friends are worth having, no matter how hard it is to find them, or what you go through in a search to find
Art Theft and Copy Right Stuff by DemonMamoru, literature
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Art Theft and Copy Right Stuff
No, my art has not been stolen.
~YukiOni (https://www.deviantart.com/yukioni)'s has been. Her artwork has been posted without permission.
And this was something added by the Tumblr person, http://robotsindisgust.tumblr.com/
The artists? Haters? Really?
First of all, let us define, 'haters.'
Hater(s): A person that simply cannot be happy for another person's success. So rather than be happy they make a point of exposing a flaw in that person. (As defined by UrbanDictionary.com)
Seriously, the people who are yelling "ART THEFT!" are Transfans! The OBVIOUSLY love the Tansformers Fandom, so they aren't haters, by action or definition. The person posting this, yes, he's go
The Life and Times of Rachael Ritchi by DemonMamoru, literature
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The Life and Times of Rachael Ritchi
Our parents are Megamind and Roxanne Ritchi. Mom kept her maiden name since dad didn't have a last name.
Oh, I'm Rachel, and my brother is Mathew. He's two years older than me, I'm fifteen and he's seventeen.
My older brother looks like the average human, with light brown eyes, and light brown hair, with a medium build, not to mention he's tall. And he's a jerk.
Myself, on the other hand, am quite the opposite. I have a human sized head, with jet-black hair, and my skin is blue, and I have bright green eyes, like dads. Despite the size of my cranium, I am every bit as smart as him. I'm tall for my age, and I'm skinny and lithe, and my che
A young woman named Axdreediyah loved making art, and practiced Melting all day long to become the very best in all her town. But one day, she was completely stumped. She looked around her room, full of art pieces featuring mystical Splotches, sci-fi landscapes of a futuristic Las Vegas, and a portrait of Jonny Depp that looked so real, you could start a conversation with it. But nothing inspired her. Had she really created everything there was to create? Depressed, she looked out her window, and made a wish on a nearby Volcano for inspiration to return to her. The next morning, she sprung out of bed, and used her skill in Melting to create