http://strawberrybubblesoap.forumotion.net/chris-stories-f1/-t1.htm Tue, 25 Aug 2009 13:27:36 GMT 10 http://illiweb.com/fa/prosilver_lightgreen/site_logo.gif http://strawberrybubblesoap.forumotion.net/chris-stories-f1/-t1.htm http://strawberrybubblesoap.forumotion.net/chris-stories-f1/the-making-of-a-monster-t15.htm Chris Nathan clutched at the straps of his backpack, looking insecurely around himself. At the crowd of people that pushed around him while he stood, stuck in his place. A deer in headlights. Stuck in a foreign place, with no way to get home. "I should have thought this through," he murmured, recoiling, panicking, searching for a place to hide. He spotted a narrow passageway between two buildings and made a run for it, ducking into the darkness of an alleyway. "I just want to go ... Chris' Stories Fri, 05 Jun 2009 21:58:40 GMT http://strawberrybubblesoap.forumotion.net/chris-stories-f1/the-making-of-a-monster-t15.htm#3806 http://strawberrybubblesoap.forumotion.net/chris-stories-f1/the-making-of-a-monster-t15.htm http://strawberrybubblesoap.forumotion.net/chris-stories-f1/jem-s-song-t19.htm Chris My time has come, for this there's no cure My fingers are numb, my eyes are sore The smoke is thick, from my cigarette My stomach is full, of lies and regrets. I see the vultures overhead, circling round and round Knowing I'm almost dead, waiting for me to hit the ground Croaking calls of 'dinner', screeching for their friends To feed upon this sinner, when he reaches his end. I've got one foot in my grave, one guitar in my hand Trying to be brave, when I'm faced with ... Chris' Stories Tue, 25 Aug 2009 13:27:36 GMT http://strawberrybubblesoap.forumotion.net/chris-stories-f1/jem-s-song-t19.htm#5434 http://strawberrybubblesoap.forumotion.net/chris-stories-f1/jem-s-song-t19.htm http://strawberrybubblesoap.forumotion.net/chris-stories-f1/a-random-story-t18.htm Chris Jemessis let out a soft exhale as he woke, up righting himself in his desk and peering curiously around the room. His blurred vision barely making out the form of a man standing at a teachers desk. "What the hell?" He drowsily asked, rubbing his eyes as he wondered how he got where he was. The teacher rose his eyes from his book, slamming it and making the young man jump. "Well, how nice of you to join us," he commented as he rose from his chair. He eased himself around ... Chris' Stories Tue, 25 Aug 2009 03:16:52 GMT http://strawberrybubblesoap.forumotion.net/chris-stories-f1/a-random-story-t18.htm#5433 http://strawberrybubblesoap.forumotion.net/chris-stories-f1/a-random-story-t18.htm http://strawberrybubblesoap.forumotion.net/chris-stories-f1/immoral-immortal-part-one-t14.htm Chris Click. Click. The brief, fraction of a second that a flicking zippo gave off light was more than enough for a sharp eye to spot a target in the darkness, even from a fair distance. Click. Another flick of the lighter. The cigarette finally took, burning clearly through the darkness, dangerously bright. It lifted, as though whomever holding it lifted it towards their lips. The burning end sizzled, alerting the inhale, and - Click The spark of light fell to the ground, ... Chris' Stories Sat, 30 May 2009 01:00:32 GMT http://strawberrybubblesoap.forumotion.net/chris-stories-f1/immoral-immortal-part-one-t14.htm#3755 http://strawberrybubblesoap.forumotion.net/chris-stories-f1/immoral-immortal-part-one-t14.htm