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Jeff vs Jane II is still in the works... However..I really don't care how much you hate my story or Jane the Killer herself, but don't come to me like a frightened little child putting everything in parentheses because you're too scared to talk. Enough with the "Nice try on the creepypasta," I'm still working on it, I haven't abandoned it, it's slow-going and I want to make sure there are no flaws and not half-assed. So take your two cents worth and throw it back in the Take-A-Penny tray, because you (who i don't even know) posting your yellow-bellied, pussy-ass comments on my page ain't gonna get the story published faster. Even my fellow Jane the Killer writers and artists know that. So STFU and piss off.
You have anything else to say? Yeah, that's what I thought. Shut up.
To my dA Family...My dear sisters, brothers, daughters, niece, fiance, and my faithful pet duck...
Starting tomorrow, PetiteAngel07's internet service will be discontinued, and I will not be able to upload anything until I return home. Please note that I will resume bringing you new designs, my Atomic Pasta Monsters images, and new short stories when I return home and Wendy's packing up concludes. I will miss you all and have a good night. I love you and I will see you soon.
Though it maybe late...Dad, though it maybe late, i wish you a happy father's day... and I hope you are in God's tavern drinking a cold one for me..
To all my fans and friends on deviantART, who have lost their daddies along the way, I dedicate this song to you: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JR0JmKpJeuQ
I bawled first time I heard this... this is for my dad... I love you, man... you will always be my best friend... my drinking buddy... my dad always... I love you, Dad... I can't write anymore because I'm crying for real
For my fans, whose dads are still alive, give them a hug... give them a kiss...l tell them you love them... they may die tonight, or in the morning, but damn it, tell them you love them...
Twenty-three years before the crippling of Crown Prince James III
He was fourteen and she was probably aged about the same, give or take a few years. It had been an hour since he'd met her.
He hated her already.
She scowled behind him and likely shared the sentiment as they scampered up the hillside in a desperate attempt to escape the roaring mob that seemed to be growing perpetually larger and coming ever-closer. Gabriel would have liked to say that it was all her fault he was in this situation, though it was his careless nicking ofwhat was it? A chicken that started the first old woman running, but how was he supposed to know that she'd stumble and fall and everyone else would think he'd assaulted her?
He hadn't. He'd taken the chicken, snapped its neck and run, because he hadn't eaten meat in weeks and he was starting to feel the affects on his already weak limbs.
This is what happens, he thought. This is what happens when you live like th
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