Negative Narratives (original) (raw)

	[14 Jan 2004\|08:26pm]
[ mood \| blah ] well... since i have nothing else to do, i guess i'll write a story.( here goes...Collapse )hmm... not exactly the way i wanted it to end, but it'll do.
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	[10 Jan 2004\|11:24pm]
( Episcopalian my ass.Collapse )So how is it?I might write more to it later, but right now I want to leave it as it is.

	[31 Dec 2003\|11:37pm]
[ mood \| intimidated ] If the moderators aren't going to post pictures, may I?
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	[27 Dec 2003\|01:07am]
I really want to write a better story for that picture.I'll get to it sometime, or just write a hella better one for the next one.
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	[19 Dec 2003\|05:26pm]
I was wondering what everyone thought about how long we should leave pictures up for stories?The time set now is one week, but do you guys think I should change it to something else? If so, what?Just wanted to have as much of you guys' imput as possible.Thanks.Justine
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Suburbian Sophistication	[18 Dec 2003\|10:15pm]
This goes with "Suburbian Sophistication".Yes, I know that was a picture of Natalie, but it's NOT about her at all, guys. I don't think this of her at all. So, relax and enjoy. Let me know what you think.....She watches an middle-aged, overweight man jog in some old sweats made in the 1980s. They were probably bought second hand. His forehead is covered in sweat and its dripping down his cheeks. There's suffering in his eyes. It's all she can do to stop from laughing at him.And this is what her life has become. Driving to her small office job in the most sophisticated area of the town-where you could get a latte or a vegetarian sandwich or lobster bisque. Whatever.( finish the story Collapse )
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Suburbian Sophistication

[18 Dec 2003|10:15pm]

This goes with "Suburbian Sophistication".Yes, I know that was a picture of Natalie, but it's NOT about her at all, guys. I don't think this of her at all. So, relax and enjoy. Let me know what you think.....She watches an middle-aged, overweight man jog in some old sweats made in the 1980s. They were probably bought second hand. His forehead is covered in sweat and its dripping down his cheeks. There's suffering in his eyes. It's all she can do to stop from laughing at him.And this is what her life has become. Driving to her small office job in the most sophisticated area of the town-where you could get a latte or a vegetarian sandwich or lobster bisque. Whatever.( finish the story Collapse )

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	[18 Dec 2003\|09:30pm]
INDEED!One day, Natalie Jane Woockier was driven insane by the mad ravings of her Economics teacher, a Bruce Snow. She promptly went insane, and killed EVERYBODY in the class, then set the portable on fire and ran away while maniacally laughing. She was caught by one of the BADASS administrators in it's golf cart, and promptly shot in the ass with a sedation dart. She was forced to an eternity of punishment, being forced to listen to the Ying Yang Twins while riding in shitty white chevys that sometimes stall at random points and clunk a bit whenever they're put into gear, while being forced to listen to a teacher that resembles a turtle and licks his lips after every third word and repeats everything and drives around in a golf cart with his neck stuck out like an idiot and who likes to stick his cone shaped head into people's window and hide behind clip boards while foaming at the mouth and giggling insanely because he knows deep down that he's really a homosexual woman. Hence the glazed over look in her eyes. Happy?
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[18 Dec 2003|09:30pm]

INDEED!One day, Natalie Jane Woockier was driven insane by the mad ravings of her Economics teacher, a Bruce Snow. She promptly went insane, and killed EVERYBODY in the class, then set the portable on fire and ran away while maniacally laughing. She was caught by one of the BADASS administrators in it's golf cart, and promptly shot in the ass with a sedation dart. She was forced to an eternity of punishment, being forced to listen to the Ying Yang Twins while riding in shitty white chevys that sometimes stall at random points and clunk a bit whenever they're put into gear, while being forced to listen to a teacher that resembles a turtle and licks his lips after every third word and repeats everything and drives around in a golf cart with his neck stuck out like an idiot and who likes to stick his cone shaped head into people's window and hide behind clip boards while foaming at the mouth and giggling insanely because he knows deep down that he's really a homosexual woman. Hence the glazed over look in her eyes. Happy?

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Introduction	[18 Dec 2003\|07:38pm]
Okay, Everyone, welcome to the community. I'm the "co-mod" Justine. If you can, do as much promoting as you can. The more stories to read, the better.The stories can be anything, they can be poems, whatever. If you just feel like doing some stream of conciousness, that's good with me!So, I've decided that the first picture was going to be this:This picture is simply called Suburbian Sophistication. If you would, include the title of the picture in your post so we know what's going on. :)This is a picture that I took, now go write us a story, kids. <3
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Introduction

[18 Dec 2003|07:38pm]

Okay, Everyone, welcome to the community. I'm the "co-mod" Justine. If you can, do as much promoting as you can. The more stories to read, the better.The stories can be anything, they can be poems, whatever. If you just feel like doing some stream of conciousness, that's good with me!So, I've decided that the first picture was going to be this:

This picture is simply called Suburbian Sophistication. If you would, include the title of the picture in your post so we know what's going on. :)This is a picture that I took, now go write us a story, kids. <3

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	[18 Dec 2003\|06:25pm]
[ mood \| content ] Well-I am here. And hear. Can anyone post pictures or just the super cool mods named Justine and Mary?
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