Hello, and welcome to another week of Geeraff’s success attempt at hunting talking to boys (the weirdest species I’ve ever encountered).
Today will be a day of revelations. Today will be a day of history. Today will be a day of... More →
It is currently 4 weeks, 6 days, 1 hour, and 6 minutes to prom, and I have to say it: I'm impressed. So far the author has made an amazing amount of action happen in only 1 hour and 21 minutes, which almost exactly the... More →
This weekend I took a short trip to Baltimore and was delighted with the thrift scene in the area!
I visited The Zone, a vintage store in the Mt. Vernon neighborhood, and was impressed with their selection of dresses from the 1920s and 1930s. It’s not... More →
Congratulations IsabellaXCM! You and Badge #15 are the winner of Round 3C!
And now, the final section of Round 3. In celebration, we have found what is officially the cutest background picture ever. Come on, guys. Look at that adorable chubby little... More →
Leap years were invented in 1093 A.D. when Copernicus decided that he’d had enough of the winter blahs and if he had to live through one more cold, grey February day, he would suffocate himself with his linen hood. As a result, February has only 28 days, except during leap More →
lyndsylou222 wants to help you maximize your dream life. We assume there's a Gordon-Levitt guarantee. –Sparkitors
If you think that controlling your own dreams is only possible in Hollywood, think again. People frequently have lucid dreams, dreams where you realize you're dreaming... More →
Faye wants her senior prom to be special. Only prom-blem—she doesn't have a special guy to share it with. Last week she went to Winter Formal with "Panda," who's just a friend. Now she gives us the recap! —Sparkitors
What? Were you attacked... More →
Chapter Thirty-Six: BloodlustBetter Title: Forest Chumps
This is it! The battle is near. The good vampires have formed a line in the forest clearing. They wait silently. Shapes glide forth from the darkening woods. The menacing Volturi have arrived at last, floating into the battlefield on... More →
Prom. Or promenade. Or, as I like to call it, Horrifying Death. For some, prom is the culmination of high school. You’ve looked forward to it, you’ve already carefully selected your attire, you’ve talked about it non-stop for practically ever and now…now you’re stressin’ about... More →