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I will post some of the best ones I have received here. Some of them are sad and some of them are funny but all of them touched me in one way or another. Quote:
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I hate posts that drag on forever so here are more stories (and there are still more):
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Oh my, I think I am going to enter n_n
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I can easily make a wish for something....but telling a story about how good I was this year....hm...that make take some thinking time. :3 But this is such a good idea...Mama Juru is SO sweet for doing this.
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Ooooh, such a cute idea! I wonder if I can get creative later and see if I can come up with something.
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Okay Juru!
=D Expect to see a peanut story laterss. ;D xD |
I think I"ll definitely be posting a store when I'm done. <3
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Yes Bunnyy you would just post it here.
I can't wait to see what you guys come up with. :) |
Haha.
xD <3 So like, funny-ness = wanted, right? =3 |
Awwww Juru this si so cute!!! <333 I will give it a try n_n
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I'm totally going to enter this when I get some time. XD
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Awesome! I can't wait to read the stories. It should be good fun :)
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What do you do when the love you once felt for someone turns into absolute rage? Not rage toward him necessarily, but rage toward yourself. This is a rage that is all-consuming, a rage unlike any other. It is a false rage. In reality, you want feel apathetic toward him, but full of rage at yourself for allowing—no—fooling yourself into thinking there was even the slightest possibility that your feelings would ever be returned.
See, you want to be mad at him for leading you to believe he was interested, because others have told you they saw it too. No matter how many times you replay the scenarios in your mind, you are unable to distinguish what actually happened and what didn’t. How can you be mad at someone who wasn’t even aware that what he did was hurting you so badly? The only person to direct this unquenchable rage toward is yourself for letting your guard down; that is not you. You are supposed to be the strong, stable one… the one who doesn’t let people get under his skin. Somehow though, someway, this seemingly unassuming, not-particularly-attractive, faggot of a man snuck past all of your security measures and not only got under your skin—he stayed there. What is there left to do when this happens? You can’t act differently toward him, seeing as he has no idea what has even happened. You have to keep a smile on your face when all you want to do is claw at your own skin to have something else to do but sit there and feel these things you are feeling. But you want him to be happy. You still care for him, so naturally you want him to be happy. When people tell you how badly he is treating you, but you don’t seem to notice, what do you do? They say that he is using you. They say that he should be nicer to you. They say that it looks like he is using you as a practice boyfriend. They say that you should stand up for yourself. But you can’t seem to listen to them. What do you do when this happens? What do you do? You stand by him. You are his friend. You tell him things will be okay. You tell him that this guy he likes has to like him as well. You even go so far as to proofread his love letters to this other guy. That is all you can do. If you were to do anything differently, you wouldn’t be you. After time passes and this emotion eats away at you, there is only one logical way out. You have to talk to him about it. You have to say these things that you wouldn’t have in your wildest dreams imagined yourself saying. You can’t bring yourself to verbalize it though, despite the fact he told you that he gave even you a time limit to talk to him. You write him a letter. You write these things that even as you type them they cut you so deeply you want to scream out. Even though your heart is beating in your chest so hard you can hear it in your ears, and even though you realize it may backfire and the all-consuming emoness of these things you are writing will only make you look foolish. Then, while writing, you try to think of all of the things about him that you should hate. All the things that should make you feel differently about him. But you can’t think of anything so bad that you wouldn’t want to see him again. You can’t think of anything so bad that it will change your feelings, despite the fact that they have so clearly pointed out why you shouldn’t. So you stand by him and hope for his happiness, forgetting about your own. All the while hoping he stumbles so you can be there to catch him, and hating yourself for feeling this way because you know, once again, that he is under your skin. So this time of year when I reflect on what I have done, I don't know how to answer the question that I ask myself "Have I been naughty or nice?" I honestly don't know. Is it naughty or nice to bare your heart to the one you love, even though you shouldn't love him? It seems naughty in that it is wrong to love him. Yet it seems nice that I have this weight lifted off of me. So I really don't know how to answer this. I guess I have been both naughty and nice. Sorry, Juru, couldn't make it happy ^^; EDIT: I forgot to say what I wished for >>; Well, I would like the Midnight Dreams Gown, as I like playing dress-up on my mule, and always wanted it for her. |
Awww, cutee. x3;;
I'll make up a story. :] <3 |
yay storys! I hope it means in storys about what happend over the past year in real life.. and not on Menewsha.. lols.. cuss i havent been here long enough to do some awsome anyways!
Dear Mama Juru making the world a slightly a better place one person at a time. Even simply making someone smile helps just as much. Durning the past year in school and in at home i have tryed to help others. One of my old friends, who i know has it a bit rough was unable to shop for new school supplies becouse her parents where playing the. 'go ask you mom and go ask your dad game' so she was stuck using 4 year old folders, paper books and penciles. AS soon as i arrived at home i went straight to pack up some of my extra paper books, pencils and other supplies that had built up for the past few years and i know that they would have just sat there for anouther few years. The next day after reciving the larg bag of itams she begain to cry. She thought no one had listend to her or even cared enough to really try and help out ^ ^ I smiled and said. 'ud done the same!" Few months later, my friend who also had soe home proublems, her parents ran of money so she couldent afford lunch or even to make it at home. So for a month afterwards i always carried extra sandwiches. (i've done other things.. but i dont wanna menchion them cuss then the story would be tooooo long) doing these things i never excpeted a thing back, even with x-mas approuching i truely dident think of reciving only in.. what could i make for eveyone els.. Thats when suddenly i was kidnapped fro my normle lunch area (lols) and thrown ( i made a wee sound while being kidnaped and tossed around.. ) into the extra libray room where a party was set up! All my friends where there, there was pizza, and other fun quilk foods... they did this behind my back... point of the story, when someone truly needs the help try to give them that help. Not just simply say your sorry and saying you would help then do nothing. Action speak louder then words.. And who know.. U might be stollen and thrown into a room full of friends ready to party! The only thing i do wish for this x-mas is a Austere Rhapsody Blue Top Hat, |
Flink has been a rather good girl this year on Menewsha. In the beginning she made a lot of suggestions for the site, a lot of which were agreed to by not only fellow members but actual staff members, and a good number of them were actually implemented (the separate place for private RPs, a journal substitute, Flink has horrible memory).
Another way Flink has been a good girl is her few, but in her mind, helpful posts in the Sitefeedback and Information Desk forums. Especially her tutorials in the Information Desk. Flink also, until they were hacked, spent most of her time on Menewsha running Speak Your Mind, the charity on Menewsha that ensured that anyone who wanted a journal to speak their mind could get one. Before they were hacked Flink started a tutorial about them, on how to code inside the journals since they use HTML and not BBCode like the rest of the forum (aside from editing journals, which is CSS). And Flink is an adopter at the Adopt a Newbie thread. Sure most of her newbies disappeared, never getting back to her, but she's had a few who were very excellent and a joy to talk to. (Though they probably have no clue who Flink is now XD) Finally, Flink is the so loved reporter for the Menewsha news! She with her assistant Franko have bumbled through every single major story and somehow made it out alive. Even though Franko can now be controlled with the click of a button. >.> As to out of Menewsha, Flink's been really, really boring. SO maybe that counts as being naughty? T_T Though, to be fair, Flink finally got a job, SQUEE! And at that job managed to get a good number of high paying customers for the newspaper she worked for. But in the end it wasn't enough, causing Flink to lose her job. She's decided to put off job hunting until after the holidays since most places won't be hiring until then and those that are probably only want seasonal workers and Flink wants something long term. Wish: EGA Black Pants |
Dear Santa ... Juru,
I have been weeeally weeeaally good this year. I..I..helped mommy clean the clothes today. Except the mashing machine broked and there were bubbles evewywhere. Mommy said that I put too much mashing power into it. But but the face on the box was staring at me and telling me to put more!! The scawy face looked like this - o m o So so I weeaally weeally want me to get a new mashing machine for Christmas this year so I can give it to mommy to say sowy for putting too much mashing power in it. Maybe you could give it to us a little early because my friends are telling me I smell funny. But but if you can`t fit a big mashing machine in your car, you can get me a Ayumuis Black Skirt because because I`ve always wanteded one. But if you can`t fit that in your car either, you can get me a pair of red flower hairpins. I tried to dye mine red but it didn`t work. My mommy said I`m not allowed to dye flowers because because they might cry if I dye them. ____________________Fankies SantaJuru! _______________________- Bun Buns [ Note; OMO is a washing powder brand. ] |
sahweet! a story contest O:
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Dearest Mama Juru,
I have to inform you of something. It concerns my behavior this past year; sure, there have been many adjustments and tons of chaos, but I think I've done well... What with the great inflation of the coveted Menewshan Queen's Crown, I've strayed from the path of questing for the said item. Truth be told, I've cursed about this occurrence behind closed doors for the past six months, and indeed, I've become frustrated on this quest. But surely the greatest benevolent being - yourself - could forgive such deeds? I write to you in urgency; only a few days remain of this season, and I am desperate to receive what I've been after for so very long. Consider this a confession: the truth is, I haven't been on my best behavior this year. Countless fellow Menewshans and I have competed against one another, and I have truthfully had thoughts of penetrating their skulls with my Fan of Light, or poisoning their Halloween candy with dangerously outdated Old Boots from the disgusting pond. I admit, I've been quite selfish, and undoubtedly foolish to consider myself superior than all of the rest. But hey, it's the holidays, and I'm short a few nerves from tons of stress. Think you could help a Menewshan out, and give me what I want?! ...Okay, I apologize for my spastic behavior. I promise to be calm down... *sigh* Alright, now I'm better. But I still want the crown, frammit! Even a King's Crown would do, if that's indeed all you have; I just want a crown! Rawr! ... Whew. Maybe a few of those therapy lessons that I was given on my birthday should be put to use... My temper seems to get the best of me... Or is it just greed...? At any rate, I would be blessed if a crown was bestowed upon me. Like Granny Menewshaba always said, "Facade! Feet off the furniture - NOW! Where do you think you are, a zoo?!?" Fondly, Facade McXerxes |
Is there a price range for commons and such? <33
No Sashu for Seiki T___T |
Make a wish Seiki :) Can be for whatever but you have to tell me a story too.
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Sweet. I'll go write you a nice long letter : )
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