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Blood driped slowly out from the wound, like rain drizzling on a window pane. "Drip drip drip," over and over; never stoping. The fabric of her pale, blush-blue sweater soaked it up, staining it crimson. She laughed, a dry, humorless laugh; for she knows she going to die.  Alone, cold, and at the hands of someone she loved. She dosen't care about anything anmore though, not now.  Suddenly the pain grows....hazy, not as sharp. It's warmer now too, less cold and forbidding. She feels lighter, as the world goes white, and fuzzy. She's happy.

Blood driped slowly out from the wound, like rain drizzling on a window pane. "Drip drip drip," over and over; never stoping. The fabric of her pale, blush-blue sweater soaked it up, staining it crimson. She laughed, a dry, humorless laugh; for she knows she going to die.  Alone, cold, and at the hands of someone she loved. She dosen't care about anything anmore though, not now.  Suddenly the pain grows....hazy, not as sharp. It's warmer now too, less cold and forbidding. She feels lighter, as the world goes white, and fuzzy. She's happy.

Gather around children, and I will tell you the tale of "Ray toro the king of cakes and the troublesome cupcake." I shall now start, *Ahem* Ray toro is the king of ALL cakes. Not "A few" not "A lot" ALL cakes. He also was a very firm leader, he rules with a iron fist! All of the cakes live in small villages scatterd across the country of Caketopia, according to cake type. "Cheese cakes" Live west of east, "Upside down cakes" Live east of west. "Wedding cakes" Live in lovers lane, "I-Just-Broke-Up-With-My-Boyfriend-And-I-Need-Comfort-Food Cakes" Live in heart-break-city. And so on and so forth, all except fruit cakes. THEY live in the outski

You stand in front of a huge house, your _____ eyes wide and unbelieving. Raising your hand up and glancing at the paper clutched in your fist. It's the right address, but you still can NOT belive this is the house. "This place it frign' HUGE." You mumble, steping through the gate and walking quickly up the walkway. You stumble over a lose rock, almost blow out a flip-flop in the process. You manage to reach the the front door without killing yourself, and knock on the door. A small boy opens the door, gazing up at you with bright purple eyes. "Hallo." He said, his words muffled by the child-sized scarf he had. "You are the new sittor Da?"

 He wobbled towards the bear,his knees buckling underneath his own weight. "K-kumos-sabi....I..I did it!!" He laughed A insane high pitched giggle. Blood ran down his face and mingled with his tears, smearing over his glasses. "Th-they forgot me, s-so I made m-my face the last thing th-they saw!" More insane giggling. Kumajiro Didn't know what to do,whether run or not. He didn't want to be afraid, this was his master,his friend, the one who fed him. But Whats-his-name was....different somehow, less...quiet. Canada had almost made it to kuma by this point, He had fallen halfway and was now crawling on his knees. "Kuuuuuuuuuuuuumaaaaaaaarooooo

The first time she sensed his presence she was walking home from school. Passing by the old,run down park, she glanced up. Her eyes searching for the origin of the strange noise. Finding nothing, she continued her trek for home. From that point on, she knew he  was there. He watched her, stalked her, simply watching and nothing more, but it was enough. She tried telling her parents, and obviously they didn't believe her. "No one is watching you." they said, in voices so calm it was almost sickening. "It's only your imagination." Sickening, to say in the least. Time bore on, and it still watched her, (she asumed it was male). This went on for