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 Today I was cleaning my room because for months, you couldn't see the floor. You had to walk all over the junk that lied there. I was happy when I stumbled upon my old game: Pokemon Red. That game had been my favorite childhood past time and I was curious how far I got as a small six year old. I dug up my game boy and popped it in. For a minute, the screen seemed distorted with waves of black. I found this to be normal since who knows how banged up and old my game boy was. I finally got to the start screen and as usual, it showed the main character. I always loved to watch the pokemon slide by as a new pokemon appeared each time. I waited f

I suppose it started about this time last year. The winds had finally decided that it was winter and boredom set in during the frantic wasting of my school holidays. Though we had exchanged IM addresses long before, it was in a TinyChat that we actually found some common ground and started to talk. The conversation carried back into the Skype window and we began to talk regularly. We were friends. This was at a stage of my life where I trusted no one. I'd been left too many times to bother sharing my feelings with anyone, even if I thought they might care or be able to bear the burden. My life was reasonably good though. She had it a lot hard

On a tiny speck of dust in an infinite universe, there is a girl who lives in a world where Razor Cuts and pounds of Insult are sold for the price of Not Good Enoughs. "Step right up," cheer the scales. "Step right up and see how many pounds of Heavier-Than-You-Should-Be you can buy for your Not Good Enoughs!" Heavier-Than-You-Should-Be is often grouped under the term Insult to save people time with saying and typing all of those words and hyphens. On average, the girl earns enough Not Good Enoughs each day for three and a third pounds of Insult, and six Razor Cuts. It's a decent salary, especially as Razor Cuts are a two-for-one trade