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1. Do not have any kind of sex in the story. 'Cause that's just.. sick. However, you CAN let on that that is happening. Just DO NOT be specific.

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1. Terrible. It was so boring I stopped reading after the first paragraph.
2. It wasn't very good. It had a few moments.
3. It was okay. It was half and half, basically.
4. It was actually pretty good. There were a few parts I thought were boring, but other than that, good job.
5. It was one of the best things I have ever read in my life! It wasn't boring at all, it had spice and suspence and everything!


Something like that. And you don't have to use my critisizms. Just use a number and then make up your own views. Mine are just examples.

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1- Insanely boring (to myself) not really a story, just an idea to get brain juices flowing for you guys.

^0^ I wrote this a long time ago.



Jason Landred. A normal, every day guy. He had a great life: A girlfriend, loving parents, good grades, he was very athletic, had lots of friends. No one even hated him. He was cool with everyone. If anything, the worst thing he had done was get a B on a paper. Everything was awesome. He thought he had it made. He'd ask his girlfriend, Rayne to marry him when they finished collage, they'd get a home, they'd have children, grow old together and die. Perfect. Until one day. One summer day in July, something went wrong. The 80 paper turned into the /second/ worst thing he had done... and he paid for it.

"Mom, dad! I'm going to Rayne's house for a while!" Jason called as he looked behind his shoulder at the staircase. A pink towel wrapped around her head and a red robe on her body, Mrs.Landred walked a few steps down toward her 17-year-old son. "Okay, honey," She said, beaming, then continued, "Be back before dinner, or at least call.. You do have your-" Jason cut his mom off by holding up his dark red cellphone with a blue boarder around it. He grinned up at her knowingly. Laughing, she continued speaking, "Anyway, all I'm asking is that you be home before dinner. Aright?"
"Can do, mom." Jason held his hand up in the air, opened the red oak door and stepped outside. The hinges creaked and moaned as he shut the door. Frowning, Jason looked at the door once more. "Hm... I need to help Dad fix that sometime." The sunlight was shining brightly in the cyan blue sky as Jason walked to his red Hummer and clicked the clicker to unlock it. It chirped, telling him that ihe alarm wouldn't sound if he tried to open the door. Climbing into the car, Jason shut the door and jammed the key into the ignition. The car purred as he turned the key, then he pushed on the gas and made his way down his small street. The children across the way were playing and laughing, Twizzlers hanging from their mouths. Smiling to himself, Jason turned a corner and drove out toward Rayne's home.

In less than ten minutes he reached her home. It wasn't in the best of all neighborhoods, but Rayna said she would never trade it for the world. Jason stared up at the stout, one-story house and a chill went up and down his spine. He shook his head and removed the key from the ignition, opened the door, shut it, and clicked the clicker to lock it. The Hummer made two chirps, then sat there, sunlight gleaming off of it. Jason walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell once, then stood there and waited. After ten seconds, Rayna's sister, Jackie answered the door. Jackie was a chubby little thing and to piss her off, Jason sometimes called her a "Little Tea Pot" from the song. She did look similar to a teapot...
"Hey, Jackie. Is Rayna home?" Jason asked, smiling at the 10-year-old.
"No. But she said if a monkey came looking for herthat you should wait for her."
Jackie moved from the doorwayto let Jason in. He nodded politely at Rayna's grandfather, who was sitting in his usual place; an old pine-wood rocking chair was where his backside resided. In his lap was a blue and white quilt, of which his wife had knitted for him before she passed. Lookingat Jason's polite nod, he said with a gummy smile, "Well, if it isn't my future grandson."
"Don't be quick to judge, grandpa..." Jackie said in a rude tone, laying back on the floor with her book, on her stomach to read once more. The spine of the book was slightly messed, with obvious puppy bites and scratched on the cover and some on the pages. Jackie had even once dropped it in the toilet by accident after she flushed. Biting his tounge so he didn't say anything rude, Jason smiled at both JKackie and her grandfather. "I'm going up to Rayna's room." With that, he turned and walked down the hall and trurned to the left. "Watch it in there! They say the dangerous "bra monster" is in there." Jackie yelled to him, earing a scolding from her grandfather.

Rayna's room was a bit messy, bras and clothes in different piles on the ground, Jason guessed that she was about to do laundry when she was called away to do something. He looked around. Nothing different. Rayna's walls had been pained red, since it was her favorite color. Her carpeting, though hardly seen, was a whiteish brownish type color that had obvioys stains of grape juice and throw up from previous years. Jason wondered why she didn't just ask for new carpet, but his question left his mind when he saw a book on Rayna's study table. The wooden desk held various things, but this book in particular caught Jason's attention quickly. Picking it up, he opened it and shifted through the pages.

Dear diary....
Dear diary? What was he- It slapped him like a fish to the face. This was Rayna's diary! Jason almost threw the book back down where he had found it, but something inside him told him to read something. He flipped another page and read it. Another, another. They were about him, of course. But then, as Jason turned a page, he noticed something. Was that Daymon or Jason? Jason's eyes widened and he flipped back a page. Daymond.

'Dear diary, blah blah DAYMOND'
No..
Daymond
No!
Daymond
NO!

In a frantic rush of panic, Jason threw the book down. She... She'd cheated on him. And jor the first time since he was a child, Jason broke down and cried. He cried so hard and curled up in a little ball. He had planned his life with her out. It was going to be perfect... And she cheated on it. He felt broken. Like he was dying inside. Then, all at once, Jason got up, whiped his tears away, and walked out of her room. He didn't say anything to anyone. He just walked out the front door with a blank look on his face. He got into his Hummer and drove home. To his surprise, Rayna's beat up Chevy was waiting there. Growling, he got out of his car, slammed the door and walked up to the house. He bashed the door open and slammed it behind him.
"Jason!" Rayna said. She got up, black hair waving behinfd her as she ran to him. Her mother watched, smiling as Rayna began to try and hug Jason. "Don't you touch me, Rayna!" Jason hissed, sending Rayna back. Eyes wide, Rayna stared at him. "Jason, what's wrong with you?" Jason'd mother got up and looked at him sternly, waiting for an answer. Ignoring his mother, Jason stared angrily in Rayna's frightened gray eyes. "Who's Daymond, Rayna? Huh? You've been cheating on me."
"No, Jason! I swear he's.. he's nothing to me!"
"The what the ******** is he, Rayna!? What the hell was I to you? You think love is a game!?"
"No! Jason, I love you, really!"
"That's a lie. If you loved me, you'd NEVER cheat on me."
"I-"
"Get out, Rayna! Get out and NEVER speak to me again! If you come back on my property or even come within five feet of me I'm calling the cops!"
".... FINE! ******** you, Jason!" Rayna sped past Jason, opened the door and slammed it behind her. Jason felt the tewars coming back. Falling to his knees, he yelled out and angry cry and punched the hard, pine-wood floor His mother came up behind him, knelt down and hugged him as her son cried and cried...

Uh, that was a mistake.
I meant to go back in and change the name thing.
And I'm not little miss perfect typer here you know.
Lemony Snicket has had a few typos you know and his booksare all published!
And yes, the thing is realized.
It's him reading the girl's diary. O_o
Don't be Simon if you can't find the right things and the wrong things.
But meh.
I'm not gonna get mad.
All I can do is improve. :3

Well it doesn't really matter to me. :3
I don't want to be a writer.
I wanna be a photographer.

2.2 - Accurate and informative, but it could use a bit of editing. Obviously not thrilling to read, so it loses a bit there, but other than that it's decent.

I have a fan fiction in the works, yes its Digimon! Its pretty cool in my opinion.



It has to do with him, YAMAKI! yessiree!


And this is my Artemis Fowl fanfic, still in the works too.


Corporal Frond was busy at her desk under a mountain of paper work. Everyday she dreaded heading to her job, only to be buried ink and paper. Right now, Frond was stamping assignment papers for LEP Recon jockies. They had the good life, being able to surface and breathe fresh, non- recycled air. How she dreamed of being one of them! To soar through the clouds, taste the feeling of life again, for here, sitting at her cushy worn chair and squished cubicle, she was truly dead.

As other secretaries passed her desk, she could hear them mutter hateful things about her. Bimbo, Barbie- Doll, dumb-blonde, but under that perfect head of golden locks was a wrathful soul.

Holly short, the one who took it all from her. If she never applied to be the 'test subject' than she, Frond would be dancing on surface soil at this moment! Not only that, but Short was the one always insulting her. Even if Frond was able to be categorized into those every once in a while (more often than not) that gave no right to that fairy wench to call her so. Slamming her desk with a clenched fist, Frond hated Short with every fiber of her being.

The only thing Corporal was good for were those demeaning map guide videos, but she had to pay the bills somehow. She wouldn't be here, under this fort of paper work, if Cudgeon's plans had fallen through. He was to kill Opal and she, Frond would be Queen of the new era, by his side. She sighed a lovesick sigh, giggling as she brought a pen to her mouth attractively, but Short had to ruin all that! She and that brat Artemis Fowl! Oh yes, she knew about Fowl and his whole gold kidnapping escape, and how he aided in the demise of Opal and Cudgeon. That idiot centaur would pay as well! Luckily, no one ever drew the connection that she too, Corporal Frond, the "Bimbo of the LEP," was also involved in the goblin revolt. It was SHE whom leaked the info of the LEP status to Cudgeon, and it was SHE whom was the one to stamp the Koboi Labs weapons change. How could have she been so blind?

But it was too late, Frond had already begun to execute her flawless revenge plan, and the thing was, the LEP, Foaly, Short, Root, and even the brat Artemis Fowl would never see it coming. Everything was going to change, and she'd be sure to include that their deaths be the worst and the slowest. Oh! And that obnoxious Chix Verbil too. With hungry lustful eyes she imagined their demise and giggled again. She continued to work, stamping sheet after sheet.