As you see I have no art of my own here.
And I don't draw a lot either.
I'm planning to be the story writer, but not much fanfics about charas like Sonic or other's.
What do you guys think of it?
Dark sez it's a good idea if I'm not interested in drawing.
I have a preview story Dark copied off from a web and translated. :
...My name is Ina
Ina Na
My father named me.
Today, my kindergarden teacher called me pretty.
Hee tee...
I felt good.
People says that I'm really cute and adorable.
Even though I was five already.
Sometimes, adults are stupid...
They think I'm young just because of my age...
So I laugh at 'em all I want in my mind.
And being more adorable in front of 'em...
but...
I'm different from other kids who are my age.
I don't ever write my real feelings in my journal.
When my kindergarden teacher tells us to write a journal, kids would probably write about their parents bought 'em a new clothes, got punished by their mom, or their parents fight with their messed-up writing
but I was different...
I never write down the truth.
So I have two journals:
One is for writing my truth, and one was for false...
I would laugh at the foolishness to the person who wonders why a kid like me needs an alibi.
Kids need an alibi...
Especially kids who are two faced like me...
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Yeah, something like that. *shrugs*
I got an idea from her so thank you Dark-chan. ^^




Merry Chrsitmas and the Happy New Year
Hope you'll come back. C Ya
HEY!!! YOU DEAD OR SOMETHIN'?!
I THOUGHT YOUR INTERNET GOT FIXED!!!
okay, that it.
<3 bye bye.
Thank you so much for the fave on the screenshot from my funny series
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Ken: I am the controller of fire and wind. Mwahaha!!! *cough cough cough* egh...
You really need to take care of this place. @_@
*pokes the last visited section* Over 6 days? C'mon...I know you draw at least a LITTLE!!!
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Ken: I am the controller of fire and wind. Mwahaha!!! *cough cough cough* egh...
~Sk
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The house half the way
Fell empty with teeth
That split both his lips
Mark these words
One day this chalk outline will circle this city
Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face
A room colored charlatan
Hid in a safe
Stalk the g
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