Kat's Story.

They meet...

There's a table

And then some sucking

And then they all die!

Because the Germans were coming.

So you call Darren, but he's too busy failing.

Then you call Batman, but he loses his hair.

So we are all FUCKED.

The End =D

Once Upon A Time (Temptation Writers Craft Journal)

Once upon a time there was a fair maiden who desired what she could not have, like Eve and the apple. I was the snake whispering in her ear.

The Apple was the man, beautiful and tainted. Every knight in the land knew the Apples tale. He was forbidden, beloved once by the Queen and destroyed by her cruelty. To love him was to open a Pandora's box of unknown consequences.

But fair Eve could not resist his deep eyes and broken smile. She loved the Apple, longed to heal him, to touch him, to kiss his tears away as butterfly caresses. I, the snake, desired him.

Everyday, as Eve passed his cottage, I whispered to her slithered remarks.

"love him, touch him, kiss him"

And everyday she cried alone, unable to lover her Apple, unable to love any Adam while the snake whispered in her ear.

One day she broke as I whispered;

"love him, touch him, kiss him"

and she kissed him. For just a moment, she felt joy beyond any she has felt as long as she had lived. Just one moment. She was pulled away, and she cried out, the pain in her voice to match the fear in her Apple's eyes.

She never say her Apple again for the rest of her short, short time alive.

There was no happy ever after for Eve and her Apple, and I, the snake, move on to provide greater temptation for our next Eve and her next Apple.

Kat and My Life.

soooo many parties


soooo many hangovers


so many failed courses


so much awesome


and way too many coffees.


Lets do it

Letters In Canadian History

Me = Antoinette
Kat = Marie-Claire

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My dear sister,

I can not believe that it has been almost two months since I last saw you. Things here are dismal, father can’t seem to find a full time job everywhere. The neighbours are in danger of losing their shop on the main street for the third time this months, I can’t imagine how that must feel. Mother won’t stop complaining since she’s had all of her teeth pulled, quite honestly I think he looks like some of the animals around here, but I dare not tell her.
I keep seeing posters advertising the Great West along the main street, oh how fabulous it looks. The open skies and endless fields, I can’t picture the life that you are having out there. It must be carefree, I am not wrong in saying I am envious. There have been some terrible rumours about how life is quit the opposite out there though. I still think it would be fabulous through.

I hope this letter finds you well,
All my love,
Marie-Claire

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My Sister,
It is wonderful to hear from you, I do miss you terribly. We moved to the Grand West, as you know, for Pierre to find work which he could not find work at home. It is so terrible to be so far from you and Mother. It isamusing to hear of her new found lack of teeth, I wish I could see it, but to be careful not to upset her. Pierre is now working on the farmland; it is hard work, but we expect great benefits when the great railroad is built. Can you imagine; such grand machines right on our doorstep! It’s tough now, but I have great expectations for our future. When the railroad comes.
All my love,
Antoinette

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Sister,


When will you come back to visit, there’s been another wave of the flu, it’s hit everyone very hard. I don’t think that this crisis that we’re facing will end anytime soon. It’s as if every second person is leaving for a new life, how wonderful it must be. What is it like out there, do tell me more of how you’re living. I worry about you constantly. It must be grand to have such machines so close to you, but I dare say they sound dangerous. Have you met or made any friends/neighbours yet? Mother is also worried about you, I try and give her what comfort I can, although I never believe her when she says it helps. Father lost another job the other day, and can’t seem to find another decent paying job anywhere. I fear for what will become of us. The railroad sounds like such a majestic thing, I can’t imagine what it would be like to travel on.

All my love,
Marie-Caire

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Marie-Claire, my darling Sister,

We have received terrible news here in Edmonton. I hope you recall from previous letters, that we were preparing for the railway to be built where we are, so that we can make our living. However, we have been gravely informed that there shall be no railway in Edmonton. Pierre is so angry, I am sometimes afraid. He does not know how we will earn our bread. He has taken up drinking whiskey, I wish he find another job. I have been sowing for extra money, but it is simply not enough. We may need to move again, I could not stand it if we did.

I do not think I could visit you soon my sister, but give Mother my love, I cannot stand to hear her worry. I will write again soon.

Antoinette

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AND THEN YOU WILL DIE!! the railway was like..peace fuckers.
im outta here.
and peaced.
laaameee
..all my love
Marie-Claire