Apart from that I'm trying to juggle work, friends and relationships.
So far work is winning. >.<


In the DarkIn the DarkIn the Dark
Its the same every night. When the light goes, when it gets dark, its always the same. The fear creeps up my spine and I feel it curling around my neck choking. I know one night it will get me but as long as the lights are on and my friends are here Im safe.
Every night while I wander from room to room I hear their murmuring voices and feel better. I have to walk around, keep moving so I dont start to doze. If I stay still sleep starts to get to me. Making my eyelids heavy and my body ache. So I dont stop. I wont ever stop because if I sleep it


Something SpecialSomething SpecialSomething Special
Sarah Dobson
Just a couple of words. They had said. Sure I can do that. I can do that with one hand tied behind my back.
But
Theres always a but. It the way you know that youre finally beginning to understand the world. Theres always a catch. Alright I said gearing myself up for the snag in this innocent request.
It has to be something moving
Right.
And special.
Special? OK so this might be a little more cha


Pats requestPat the WerewolfPats request
It was getting close, he could feel it in his bones. Reaching up Pat scratched idly at his jaw and the day worth of stubble. Or rather a day worth of stubble that actually looked like it was going into a full blown beard. Patting his pocket for his keys he looked up and waved at his co-workers walking by. Quickly slipping into his car he put his hands on the steering wheel and paused looking out his windscreen with glazed over eyes. Slowly blinking he glanced up at the darkening sky and quickly started the car cursing. It was getting late, long summer days laying him in a false sense of secur
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We're not at home to Mr Cockup.
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I think I am on facebook but I don't really use I'm afraid (since it confuses me).
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We're not at home to Mr Cockup.
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We're not at home to Mr Cockup.
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arty blog
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We're not at home to Mr Cockup.
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