

Before the StormThe Ghost of the Hurricane floated above the sea in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. The sea breeze dancing right through her, she lazily flipped through her notebook. Skimming through pasts works, she contemplated what she should do.Before the Storm
The next test isnt until two weeks from now, she thought, glazing through an old sketch of a tree. I wonder if I should ? In the middle of a page turn, Hurricanes eyes caught sight of a familiar flood of crimson. Curiosity getting the better of her, she flipped to the blood red words, her eye


Mourning of MassecreMourning of MassacreMourning of Massecre
Time had passed by since Ami Moores last encounter with the Rain Ghost Ame-Otoko. She planted new yellow roses as she had planned, and sure enough Ame returned with the rains. The two of them oddly enough became friends and had much in common; Ame was seeking companionship as much as Ami was. It would seem strange that someone as gruesome and appalling as the Rain Ghost didnt even faze a child like Ami, let alone frighten her to death. But somehow she could see past the horrifying appearance, and see the specter as a person. It seemed to be like a demented version of Wendy and Casper,
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Live, Dream, and Love.
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"to dream or not to dream, that is the question."
~degozako ne? moi ichido!!
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Live, Dream, and Love.
--
"to dream or not to dream, that is the question."
~degozako ne? moi ichido!!
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"to dream or not to dream, that is the question."
~degozako ne? moi ichido!!
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"to dream or not to dream, that is the question."
~degozako ne? moi ichido!!
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