About five years hace I lived downtown in a major city in the US. I've always been a night person, so I would often find myself bored after my roommate, who was decidedly not a night person, went to sleep. To pass the time, I used to go for long walks and spend the time thinking.
I spent four years like that, walking alone at night, and never once had a reason to feel afraid. I always used to joke with my roommate that even the drug dealers in the city were polite. But all of that changed in just a few minutos of one evening.
It was a Wednesday, somewhere between one and two in the morning, and I was walking near a police patrolled park quite a ways from my apartment. It was a quiet night, even for a weeknight, with very little traffic and almost no one on foot. The park, as it was most nights, was completely empty.
I turned down a short side-street in order to loop back to my apartment when I first noticed him. At the far end of the street, on my side, was the silhouette of a man, dancing. It was a strange dance, similar to a waltz, but he finished each "box" with an odd adelante, hacia adelante stride. I guess tu could say he was dance-walking, headed straight for me.
Deciding he was probably drunk, I stepped as close as I could to the road to give him the majority of the sidewalk to pass me by. The closer he got, the más I realized how gracefully he was moving. He was very tall and lanky, and wearing an old suit. He danced closer still, until I could make out his face. His eyes were open wide and wild, head tilted back slightly, looking off at the sky. His mouth was formed in a painfully wide cartoon of a smile. Between the eyes and the smile, I decided to cruzar, cruz the calle before he danced any closer.
I took my eyes off of him to cruzar, cruz the empty street. As I reached the other side, I glanced back... and then stopped dead in my tracks. He had stopped dancing and was standing with one foot in the street, perfectly parallel to me. He was facing me but still looking skyward. Smile still wide on his lips.
I was completely and utterly unnerved por this. I started walking again, but kept my eyes on the man. He didn't move. Once I had put about half a block between us, I turned away from him for a moment to watch the sidewalk in front of me. The calle and sidewalk ahead of me were completely empty. Still unnerved, I looked back to where he had been standing to find him gone. For the briefest of moments I felt relieved, until I noticed him. He had crossed the street, and was now slightly crouched down. I couldn't tell for sure due to the distance and the shadows, but I was certain he was facing me. I had looked away from him for no más than ten seconds, so it was clear that he had moved fast.
I was so shocked that I stood there for some time, staring at him. And then he started moving toward me again. He took giant, exaggerated tip-toed steps, as if he were a cartoon character sneaking up on someone. Except he was moving very, very quickly.
I'd like to say at this point I ran away o pulled out my pepper spray o my cellphone o anything at all, but I didn't. I just stood there, completely frozen as the smiling man crept toward me.
And then he stopped again, about a car length away from me. Still smiling his smile, still looking to the sky.
When I finally found my voice, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. What I meant to ask was, "What do tu want?!" in an angry, commanding tone. What came out was a whimper: "Whaaat…?"
Regardless of whether o not humans can smell fear, they can certainly hear it. I heard it in my own voice, and that only made me más afraid. But he didn't react to it at all. He just stood there, smiling.
And then, after what felt like forever, he turned around, very slowly, and started dance-walking away. Just like that. Not wanting to turn my back to him again, I just watched him go, until he was far enough away to almost be out of sight. And then I realized something. He wasn't moving away anymore, nor was he dancing. I watched in horror as the distant shape of him grew larger and larger. He was coming back my way. And this time he was running.
I ran too.
I ran until I was off of the side-road and back onto a better lit road with sparse traffic. Looking behind me then, he was nowhere to be found. The rest of the way home, I kept glancing over my shoulder, always expecting to see his stupid smile, but he was never there.
I lived in that city for six months after that night, and I never went out for another walk. There was something about his face that always haunted me. He didn't look drunk, he didn't look high. He looked completely and utterly insane. And that's a very, very scary thing to see.
I spent four years like that, walking alone at night, and never once had a reason to feel afraid. I always used to joke with my roommate that even the drug dealers in the city were polite. But all of that changed in just a few minutos of one evening.
It was a Wednesday, somewhere between one and two in the morning, and I was walking near a police patrolled park quite a ways from my apartment. It was a quiet night, even for a weeknight, with very little traffic and almost no one on foot. The park, as it was most nights, was completely empty.
I turned down a short side-street in order to loop back to my apartment when I first noticed him. At the far end of the street, on my side, was the silhouette of a man, dancing. It was a strange dance, similar to a waltz, but he finished each "box" with an odd adelante, hacia adelante stride. I guess tu could say he was dance-walking, headed straight for me.
Deciding he was probably drunk, I stepped as close as I could to the road to give him the majority of the sidewalk to pass me by. The closer he got, the más I realized how gracefully he was moving. He was very tall and lanky, and wearing an old suit. He danced closer still, until I could make out his face. His eyes were open wide and wild, head tilted back slightly, looking off at the sky. His mouth was formed in a painfully wide cartoon of a smile. Between the eyes and the smile, I decided to cruzar, cruz the calle before he danced any closer.
I took my eyes off of him to cruzar, cruz the empty street. As I reached the other side, I glanced back... and then stopped dead in my tracks. He had stopped dancing and was standing with one foot in the street, perfectly parallel to me. He was facing me but still looking skyward. Smile still wide on his lips.
I was completely and utterly unnerved por this. I started walking again, but kept my eyes on the man. He didn't move. Once I had put about half a block between us, I turned away from him for a moment to watch the sidewalk in front of me. The calle and sidewalk ahead of me were completely empty. Still unnerved, I looked back to where he had been standing to find him gone. For the briefest of moments I felt relieved, until I noticed him. He had crossed the street, and was now slightly crouched down. I couldn't tell for sure due to the distance and the shadows, but I was certain he was facing me. I had looked away from him for no más than ten seconds, so it was clear that he had moved fast.
I was so shocked that I stood there for some time, staring at him. And then he started moving toward me again. He took giant, exaggerated tip-toed steps, as if he were a cartoon character sneaking up on someone. Except he was moving very, very quickly.
I'd like to say at this point I ran away o pulled out my pepper spray o my cellphone o anything at all, but I didn't. I just stood there, completely frozen as the smiling man crept toward me.
And then he stopped again, about a car length away from me. Still smiling his smile, still looking to the sky.
When I finally found my voice, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. What I meant to ask was, "What do tu want?!" in an angry, commanding tone. What came out was a whimper: "Whaaat…?"
Regardless of whether o not humans can smell fear, they can certainly hear it. I heard it in my own voice, and that only made me más afraid. But he didn't react to it at all. He just stood there, smiling.
And then, after what felt like forever, he turned around, very slowly, and started dance-walking away. Just like that. Not wanting to turn my back to him again, I just watched him go, until he was far enough away to almost be out of sight. And then I realized something. He wasn't moving away anymore, nor was he dancing. I watched in horror as the distant shape of him grew larger and larger. He was coming back my way. And this time he was running.
I ran too.
I ran until I was off of the side-road and back onto a better lit road with sparse traffic. Looking behind me then, he was nowhere to be found. The rest of the way home, I kept glancing over my shoulder, always expecting to see his stupid smile, but he was never there.
I lived in that city for six months after that night, and I never went out for another walk. There was something about his face that always haunted me. He didn't look drunk, he didn't look high. He looked completely and utterly insane. And that's a very, very scary thing to see.
♥Grin t anoher passenger and then announce,"I've got new socks on!"
☻Crash from side to side as if your sailing in rough seas.
☺Suggest tu all registrarse in aa sing-along.
♦Say,"Ding!" at each floor.
♣Salute and say "welcome aboard!" every time someone gets in.
♠Open your bag and,while peering inside,ask,"Got enough air in there?"
•meow occasionally.
◘Stand silent and motionless in the corner,facing the wall,without getting off when the elevator stops.
☼Make race-car noises when people get in.
☻Crash from side to side as if your sailing in rough seas.
☺Suggest tu all registrarse in aa sing-along.
♦Say,"Ding!" at each floor.
♣Salute and say "welcome aboard!" every time someone gets in.
♠Open your bag and,while peering inside,ask,"Got enough air in there?"
•meow occasionally.
◘Stand silent and motionless in the corner,facing the wall,without getting off when the elevator stops.
☼Make race-car noises when people get in.
2- The average woman would rather have beauty than brains, because the average man can see better than he can think.
3- Everyone is entitled to their own opinion. It's just that yours is stupid.
4- There are no stupid questions, just stupid people.
5- "Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss."
6- The road to success is always under construction
7- When I die, I want to go peacefully like my Grandfather did, in his sleep -- not screaming, like the passengers in his car.
8- If tu die in an elevator, be sure to push the Up button.
9- Everyone has photographic memory; some just don't have the film.
10- What tu call dog with no legs?
Don't matter what tu call him, he ain't gonna come.
Hope tu like them :)
Hi i'm InvaderCalliope glad to meet you!
Today i'm going on an interview!
Reporter: Ok InvaderCalliope time for the interview
InvaderCalliope: uh-huh
Reporter: Ok first pregunta what's your fave show?
InvaderCalliope: easy Invader Zim!
Reporter: Ok so what type of libros do tu read?
InvaderCalliope: manga!
Reporter:so what type of person are you?
InvaderCalliope: Oh an otaku and a hard worker!
Reporter: Ok what fashion d tu go for on a normal day?
InvaderCalliope: I mostly try to go for the gótico style!
Reporter:What do tu like to hum o sing?
InvaderCalliope: THE DOOM SONG!
Reporter:So whats your fave foot ware?
InvaderCalliope: BOOTS!
The End!
Today i'm going on an interview!
Reporter: Ok InvaderCalliope time for the interview
InvaderCalliope: uh-huh
Reporter: Ok first pregunta what's your fave show?
InvaderCalliope: easy Invader Zim!
Reporter: Ok so what type of libros do tu read?
InvaderCalliope: manga!
Reporter:so what type of person are you?
InvaderCalliope: Oh an otaku and a hard worker!
Reporter: Ok what fashion d tu go for on a normal day?
InvaderCalliope: I mostly try to go for the gótico style!
Reporter:What do tu like to hum o sing?
InvaderCalliope: THE DOOM SONG!
Reporter:So whats your fave foot ware?
InvaderCalliope: BOOTS!
The End!
this is for -RandomChick-. may she come up with más wise words.
a wise man once dicho (well woman) (aka -RandomChick-) dicho a very smart thing it was a very feeling saying that *sniff* I must talk about. the saying is "If your foot it is itchy, Sratch it!" It was a great part of writeing that amde me cry. *sniff* I will tell all my friends the words of wisdom -RandomChick- hase put on this sight. I do hope tu do too. *sniff* *sniff*
now I go and like I dicho befor spred the words of wisdom " If your foot it is itchy, Sratch it!"
goodbye my friedn and see tu in a better place. that would be NYC!!!!! GOOD NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!
a wise man once dicho (well woman) (aka -RandomChick-) dicho a very smart thing it was a very feeling saying that *sniff* I must talk about. the saying is "If your foot it is itchy, Sratch it!" It was a great part of writeing that amde me cry. *sniff* I will tell all my friends the words of wisdom -RandomChick- hase put on this sight. I do hope tu do too. *sniff* *sniff*
now I go and like I dicho befor spred the words of wisdom " If your foot it is itchy, Sratch it!"
goodbye my friedn and see tu in a better place. that would be NYC!!!!! GOOD NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!
-if tu amor anime and Twilight,
then tu are going to amor this!
-They are making an anime series of the saga!
más and más the rumor of an anime Twilight mostrar is getting stronger.
The word is that is will come out after the last part of the saga comes out in the cinema!
So, we have some time,
because the last part of the movie does not come out until 2012. So, we probably won't have Twilight anime until 2013!
Sent in por (Wambie),By -Shiningstar542-,girls V.
source: europapress
So me and a friend went into like a prom,party, dress store and tried on like a million dresses. and it tested if they were kind and had tolorence 4 teenagers so here are a few tests tu could try
1: Ask really stupid preguntas like say "Is there a 50% off sale" when there are signs everywhere saying 50% off
2: Go into a shoe store and ask if they sell prom dresses
3: Ask the workers where they got their uniforms
4: Ask one of the workers to clear the store so tu can have it to yourself and if they ask why tell them tu know Brittney Spears
5: When they ask tu for your zip code ask "Can I use my Gramma's phone number insted?"
6: When your in a really busy store go in a change room and just sit there as long as tu can.
7: Ask a worker if they have goth clothes in pink
8: Go to an electroics store and ask if they have Alaskan Vlarphin's
1: Ask really stupid preguntas like say "Is there a 50% off sale" when there are signs everywhere saying 50% off
2: Go into a shoe store and ask if they sell prom dresses
3: Ask the workers where they got their uniforms
4: Ask one of the workers to clear the store so tu can have it to yourself and if they ask why tell them tu know Brittney Spears
5: When they ask tu for your zip code ask "Can I use my Gramma's phone number insted?"
6: When your in a really busy store go in a change room and just sit there as long as tu can.
7: Ask a worker if they have goth clothes in pink
8: Go to an electroics store and ask if they have Alaskan Vlarphin's