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The Last Days of Katherine DavIt was February 24th 2006 and her father had stopped eating dinner to tell her she had managed to go from 800 to 400 dollars in her account. Although he tried to soften the sting by telling her that the money was hers and he was only pointing out the issue to her, the comment hurt just as bad. True the money was hers, she'd earned it by working at Sears over the summer and Christmas vacation. As Katherine had remarked earlier, working at Sears was like slowly selling parts of her soul to the highest bidder. She remembered being so tried upon arriving home that she wanted to fall asleep on the couch.
That Christmas stood out as the first time

GodEven those who do not believe
must feel humbled by the works of those who do
from monumental cathedral to humble small town church
much has been built for our god
but also much has been destroyed
I am not saying that God wished
for the pagan temples of old
for I am of the school that believes God
is present in all gods and goddesses
God is in our Christian church
and in the pagan stone circles of old
God is God father of Jesus
and God is Indra
the Hindu god of rain and thunder
of course God is Allah
for the two religions have never been separate
only detached
connected by their common god
and their heavy faith
God dislikes

FatherFather do you not know that I fear you?

Do you not know how I tremble when I hear your voice raised
even in playful anger?

For just beyond reality
in my darkest night mares
I see a clear picture of you yelling at me

Do you not know how desperately I want you to love me?

Do you not know how I cried when I thought you were ashamed of me?

Every time I brought back a paper with red ink all over it
I died a little inside
for nothing scared me so much
as the look of disappointment I saw in your eyes

The children at school could call me names
and I'd just grin and laugh like a fool
but the sound of you saying to mom
how good I could b

My StoryOn the highest drawer of my closet, above the coats and nestled among the hats there is a small round box. A hatbox, Logan calls it. Inside this box, however, there is no hat. Inside this box are memories made solid. Every now and then I take down the box and put small things inside of it and even more rarely I pull it out and tip it over, to count the things inside and remind myself of what they mean.
Two newspaper clippings form the bottom layer. One tells of my mother and twin sister's murder. The other tells of the "suicide' of the man who, unknown to authorities, killed them. On top of these there is a small red book, my mother's diary

The HeaterI remember Mom ironing a poke-a dotted cloth
that will soon become a dress
on someone else it would look tacky
but on her it look amazing
but the smell of the cloth and the iron
is that which comes from Ms. Jardine's dusty radiator
it's a strange smell
takes me back home
both to 1283 Woodside Drive
and our old home in Stamford

In Stamford she ironed in her bedroom
and the board was always out
near the little bed I slept in
when I had a nightmare
I remember playing in her closet as she ironed
laughing when she pretended she couldn't see me
or playing on dad's computer
back when it was all words, no mouse
and he'd set it up fo

A Seer's TaleThey say a picture is worth a thousand words.

I never believed that. For words and pictures on not the same thing. Words have less impact then pictures. You can read about a thousand people that died in the Holocaust and not bat an eye, but the moment you see those pictures of piled bodies you can never forget, nor do you ever want to.

Let me start off my tale by telling you that I am what some call a witch or a warlock, though I have always preferred the term seer. As far back as my memory goes I have been able to see spirits and ghosts. From these beings I have often been able to receive riddles which, once decoded, revel the future. By r

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The First Doctorby ~Wolverinegal

Artisan Crafts / Dolls, Plushies & Custom Toys / Plushies

"One day I shall come back. Yes, I shall come back. Until then, there must be no regrets, no tears, no anxieties. Just go forward in all your beliefs, and prove to me that I am not mistaken in mine."

Outfit</b>
One has grey pants, a cream jacket, white shirt, black bow and black jacket.

This is the First Doctor, wearing his outfit from The Five Doctors I want to (eventually) give him a little cane.

Actor</b>
The First Doctor was portrayed by William Hartnell and Richard Hurndall.

Richard Hurndall portrayed the First Doctor in The Five Doctors because William Hartnell died shortly after the filming of The Three Doctors

Other Notes</b>
New picture! I was bored the other day and just started taking pictures of my dolls.

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OMG this one is my favourite!!!

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