Apprentices And Servants Are Characters

What Do You Do When Mom Leaves You Alone Like This? (kat) I Write Romance Novels. (acheron)

I Pity Those Born Of The Lighter Side. They Have No Understanding Of How Seductive Cruelty Is. The Music Made Out Of Screams And Pleas For Mercy. Mmmm. Nothing Better. (noir)

Good Question. (acheron) I Have A Better One. How Are We Going To Clean Up This Mess? (kyrian) Nah, Mine’s Even Better. How Do You Hide A Chainsaw In Your Locker At School? I’m Thinking They’re Not Going To Stop, And While The School Has A Strict No-weapons Policy, I Don’t Think The Plastic Sporks In The Cafeteria Are Going To Do Much To Combat Them. I Need Protection, Man. Serious Protection. (nick)

Writers. For Some Reason, A Lot Of You Reject What You Hear And See In Your Heads. If You Go Too Long Ignoring It, It Builds Up And Then You Do All Sorts Of Weird Things. Mumble To Yourself. Nightmares. Day-dreams. Total Anarchy And Chaos. Before You Know It, The Writer Is Either Sitting In Corner Feverishly Humming To His- Or Herself Or On Prozac. You’re Not On Prozac, Are You? (esther)

Why Lily?” “it’s The Most Sacred And Beautiful Of All Flowers In Egypt. They Bloom In Mud And Shine In The Darkness Like A Gift From The Gods To Remind You That No Matter How Bad Something Is, It Will Get Better. That No Matter How Dark The Night, The Light Will Come For You. If You Partake Of Them, They Have The Power To Calm And Soothe You, And To Heal Your Wounds.” When He Spoke His Next Words, They Were Laced With Emotion And Sincerity. “you Are, And Will Always Be, My Sšn.