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Call me Anytime (pt. 8)- Sierra -- Anonymous, 15:06:14 05/20/04 Thu

"Where did she go!?", Madison asked in a terrified voice. The rest of the girls looked puzzeled" "How are we going to find her?!?", cried Tanya. "Maybe we can ask the Lord to lead us to her!", cried Rebecca. "Maybe we can ask Him to get of all out of here!", said Denise. Suddenly, their bodies, slowly dropped to the ground of the valley. Looking around, only seeing zombie souls rising in the night sky, Tanya dropped to her knees in weakness. "How are we going to get out of here?", asked asked sadly. "Well since God heard our prayers before, it's no different now!", Rebeeca cried. "Let's gather together again!", said Denise. As the four of them gathered to pray, strong winds with a hint of bright light stormed around them. "What's going on?", asked Madison loudly. As they tried to continue, the four suddenly disappeared to another area. The girls then re-appeared to another part of the valley. This time, there was no presence of lost sould rising in the air. The night sky was empty, only to holding the moon and stars. In the grassy valley, there stood Sara alone in a statue-like manner. "There she is!", cried Madison while pointing in her direction. As they ran to her, they became quickly stricken in panic to see her eyes the color of gray, revealing gray clouds. In her eyes, the clouds moved swiftly as she remained in a hypnotic trance. "Sara!", called Tanya loudly as they all looked around her waving one of the hands in her face. She remained still as though she could not see them. "Gues you're wondering what's going on with your little friend", said Krystal sarcastically which caused the girls to shriek in fear. "Well you see the dark clouds in her eyes?", she asked. "it represents the darkness filling her soul. Darkness which she sees at this moment. Sara was tormented of Krystal killing her friend Jessica by turning her into black dust and Marie into Gangrene which she wears on her arm. The incident replayed over and over as she screamed in thought. "Let her go!!", Rebecca demanded. "What are you going to do about it?", snapped Krystal. Rebecca's hand touched her right pocket which felt like a string. Reaching in her pocket, she found it to be a "Jesus Saves" cloth bracelet. Filled with Christ faith, she touched the bracelet to Krystal which let out a white spark burning her hand. "OWWWWW!!!! YOU LITTLE BITCH!", growled Krystal angrily. "LET HER GO!!!", yelled Rebecca. Hands began to instanly come through the grass. The hands were black and decayed looking. "OH MY GOD!" Tanya screamed. "You really didn't think you were alone did you?", asked Krystal sarcastically as the girls tried to move away. "What was it that you touched her with Rebecca?", asked Denise. This christian bracelet!", cried Rebecca. It's not the bracelet, it's my faith. I just use it as a point of contact." "If we use our faith she can't harm us!", cried Madison as the hands kept reaching out of the ground. The hands suddenly shown itself to be attached to an arm, which quickly lead to bodies. The bodies burst from the grassy valley land and charged at the four. "AHHHH!!!!!!", screamed the four. "Just use your faith!", cried Rebecca. "I can't!", screamed Tanya as the zombies encircled them. "Then CLOSE your eyes!", demanded Denise. Taking her advice, Tanya closed her eyes. As soon as one of the zombies touched her, it quickly snatched away because it was burned. The same happened to the others as they used their God-like faith. "IT'S WORKING!", exclaimed Madison. The zombies moved back but continued to circle them. Sara was also surrounded as Rebecca ran to her. "Snap out of it!!", she demanded while Shaking her a bit. She continued to remain in a zombie like state. "She won't come out of it!", cried Rebecca to the other three. The zombies continued surrounding them while inching closer. "Get back!", yelled Rebecca while holding up her bracelt. Call on God about this!", creid Tanya. "Hold off the zombies while we pray for Sara.", instructed Denise. As Rebecca used her bracelet as a faith shield, the other three layed hands upon Sara and called out in prayer. "Father God.", said Denise. "Break this trance. Show her you are stronger than all the darkness. In Jesus name." As the tormented images contined in Sara's mind, their requests were granted. The images quickly disappeared as she saw bright white light in every direction. From the light came cool wind and a sweet perfume smell. Her soul was suddenly filled with happiness and relief. Awaken from the trance with a smile of joy, Sara saw the three surrounding her. "it worked!" cried Tanya in glee. "We gotta get out of here!", cried Madison. "I got an idea said Denise. "We can use our Christ faith and run through them! It's the only way. "Oh my God!", cried Tanya. "You mean run through those horrid zombies?" "It's the only way!" cried Denise as Rebecca gathered with them. We need to do something!", cried Madison. "you saw how they were burnt by our faith!" "Let's do it.", said Sara. They all held each other as Denise softly said "Ready.......GO!" They five of them ran as fast as they could through the crowd of zombies. Running through them caused the zombies to feel the holy burns which let out bright white sparks. "FASTER!", demanded Rebecca as her faith in God caused the zombies to jerk back quickly from the burns. The five continued running and were finally set free from the zombie mob only to run into Kadaver Krystal. They were quickly stopped in fear and shrieks.


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[> Re: Call me Anytime (pt. 8)- Sierra -- Anonymous, 15:46:47 06/14/04 Mon

Where's the rest of the story?


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Love Jesus! -- Anonymous, 14:11:27 05/24/04 Mon



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Ghostly! -- Anonymous, 14:10:09 05/24/04 Mon



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Call me Anytime (pt. 8)- Sierra -- Anonymous, 15:07:43 05/20/04 Thu

"Where did she go!?", Madison asked in a terrified voice. The rest of the girls looked puzzeled" "How are we going to find her?!?", cried Tanya. "Maybe we can ask the Lord to lead us to her!", cried Rebecca. "Maybe we can ask Him to get of all out of here!", said Denise. Suddenly, their bodies, slowly dropped to the ground of the valley. Looking around, only seeing zombie souls rising in the night sky, Tanya dropped to her knees in weakness. "How are we going to get out of here?", asked asked sadly. "Well since God heard our prayers before, it's no different now!", Rebeeca cried. "Let's gather together again!", said Denise. As the four of them gathered to pray, strong winds with a hint of bright light stormed around them. "What's going on?", asked Madison loudly. As they tried to continue, the four suddenly disappeared to another area. The girls then re-appeared to another part of the valley. This time, there was no presence of lost sould rising in the air. The night sky was empty, only to holding the moon and stars. In the grassy valley, there stood Sara alone in a statue-like manner. "There she is!", cried Madison while pointing in her direction. As they ran to her, they became quickly stricken in panic to see her eyes the color of gray, revealing gray clouds. In her eyes, the clouds moved swiftly as she remained in a hypnotic trance. "Sara!", called Tanya loudly as they all looked around her waving one of the hands in her face. She remained still as though she could not see them. "Gues you're wondering what's going on with your little friend", said Krystal sarcastically which caused the girls to shriek in fear. "Well you see the dark clouds in her eyes?", she asked. "it represents the darkness filling her soul. Darkness which she sees at this moment. Sara was tormented of Krystal killing her friend Jessica by turning her into black dust and Marie into Gangrene which she wears on her arm. The incident replayed over and over as she screamed in thought. "Let her go!!", Rebecca demanded. "What are you going to do about it?", snapped Krystal. Rebecca's hand touched her right pocket which felt like a string. Reaching in her pocket, she found it to be a "Jesus Saves" cloth bracelet. Filled with Christ faith, she touched the bracelet to Krystal which let out a white spark burning her hand. "OWWWWW!!!! YOU LITTLE BITCH!", growled Krystal angrily. "LET HER GO!!!", yelled Rebecca. Hands began to instanly come through the grass. The hands were black and decayed looking. "OH MY GOD!" Tanya screamed. "You really didn't think you were alone did you?", asked Krystal sarcastically as the girls tried to move away. "What was it that you touched her with Rebecca?", asked Denise. This christian bracelet!", cried Rebecca. It's not the bracelet, it's my faith. I just use it as a point of contact." "If we use our faith she can't harm us!", cried Madison as the hands kept reaching out of the ground. The hands suddenly shown itself to be attached to an arm, which quickly lead to bodies. The bodies burst from the grassy valley land and charged at the four. "AHHHH!!!!!!", screamed the four. "Just use your faith!", cried Rebecca. "I can't!", screamed Tanya as the zombies encircled them. "Then CLOSE your eyes!", demanded Denise. Taking her advice, Tanya closed her eyes. As soon as one of the zombies touched her, it quickly snatched away because it was burned. The same happened to the others as they used their God-like faith. "IT'S WORKING!", exclaimed Madison. The zombies moved back but continued to circle them. Sara was also surrounded as Rebecca ran to her. "Snap out of it!!", she demanded while Shaking her a bit. She continued to remain in a zombie like state. "She won't come out of it!", cried Rebecca to the other three. The zombies continued surrounding them while inching closer. "Get back!", yelled Rebecca while holding up her bracelt. Call on God about this!", creid Tanya. "Hold off the zombies while we pray for Sara.", instructed Denise. As Rebecca used her bracelet as a faith shield, the other three layed hands upon Sara and called out in prayer. "Father God.", said Denise. "Break this trance. Show her you are stronger than all the darkness. In Jesus name." As the tormented images contined in Sara's mind, their requests were granted. The images quickly disappeared as she saw bright white light in every direction. From the light came cool wind and a sweet perfume smell. Her soul was suddenly filled with happiness and relief. Awaken from the trance with a smile of joy, Sara saw the three surrounding her. "it worked!" cried Tanya in glee. "We gotta get out of here!", cried Madison. "I got an idea said Denise. "We can use our Christ faith and run through them! It's the only way. "Oh my God!", cried Tanya. "You mean run through those horrid zombies?" "It's the only way!" cried Denise as Rebecca gathered with them. We need to do something!", cried Madison. "you saw how they were burnt by our faith!" "Let's do it.", said Sara. They all held each other as Denise softly said "Ready.......GO!" They five of them ran as fast as they could through the crowd of zombies. Running through them caused the zombies to feel the holy burns which let out bright white sparks. "FASTER!", demanded Rebecca as her faith in God caused the zombies to jerk back quickly from the burns. The five continued running and were finally set free from the zombie mob only to run into Kadaver Krystal. They were quickly stopped in fear and shrieks.


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Call me Anytime! (Pt .7)-Sierra -- Anonymous, 14:05:45 04/16/04 Fri

The four girls were frozen in fear as they witnessed the rising bodies in the Valley of Souls. "Join them!", snapped Krystal quickly as she caused their bodies to rise in the air with the others. The four of them screamed as their bodies rose and hair blew strongly in the night sky. "GOD HELP US!!!!", RTebecca screamed. They instanly reappeared outside of the school. Rebecca quickly ran as the three followed. "Where are you going?", Denise asked puzzedly. To the therapy clince where Sara Langly is. She was one of the missing girls in the school bathroom. "Well what can she tell us?", asked Tanya as she ran. "Wanything she knows!", Rebecca cried. Reaching the clinic, the four walked in while cathcing their breath. After asking signing in to see Sara, they were all led into the room by the nurse. When Sra saw them, she became puzzled because she didn't recognize any of the girls. Rebecca asked "What can you tell us about Kadaver Krystal?" Hear her name cause Sara to tremble a little. "I don't want to talk about her!" she said sternfully as she sat on her bed wearing sky blue pajamas. "Please tell us anything you know." said Madison gently. Because she's after us now." "How?" Sara asked. "The four of us wanted to see if she was real.", said Denise. "Well that was stupid." Said Sara. ""Just tell us anything." said Tanya. "She feeds off of souls." Sara said. "What?" asked Tanya in a puzzled way. "Me and my two friends decided to see if the legend was really true. So we decided to cal her up. Legend sayd that when she was alive, she souled her soul. She gave up her beauty in exchange for power. When she finally died in her 70's, she was allowed acces to anyone calling her. She'll send their souls to the Valley of the Lost to keep hers from being tormented with the rest. When we called her, she appeared to us for the rest of the weekend; even in class. We ran in the restroom, that's when she came out of the mirror and.......Sara couldn't continue because the tramatic experience drove her to tears. "How did you manage to escape?", asked Denise. "I don't know.", replied Sara tearfully. "All I know is that you better find a way to escape or you'll be next." "What are we going to do?", cried Madison "How did we disappear from the valley?" "We called out to God for help." said Rebecca. "That's it! That's how we managed to escape!" "It's the only way to defeat her!", cried Denise. "The BEST way!", cried Madison. "If we were obedient in the first place, we would have never had to go through this!" When will she come back?", Tanya asked. "I don't know said Rebecca. "But we have to be ready!" Suddenly the ceiling in the room turned to the night sky as teh Valley of Lost Souls shown itself. They could all see the zombie bodies rising into the sky. Panicked looks and screams appeared on all five girl's faces as they frightfully held on to each other. "SHE'S BACK!!!", screamed Madison as strong wind blew in the room. With the strong wind, came bursts of white light. Kadaver Krystal quickly appeared in the sky in a ghostly manner. Her face and body was the same. But her dress looked ripped 2ft from the bottom into separate pieces. "Hello girls!", she replied in a happily evil tone. She cause their bodied to start rising in the air with the zombies. "Get away from us!!", Sara screamed. "Hey Sara where's your friend?", asked Krystal sarcastically. "The gangrene on Sara's left arm, instantly made a face with the voice of her best friend Marie which said sadly "Help me Sara! Help Me!" The face disappeared from the gangrene causing Krystal to wickedly laugh as Sara and the others became even more frightened. "Clasp Hands!", cried Denise. Through the strong wind, all the girls were able to gather together in a circle. "Jesus please help us!", cried Denise abruptly. This caused the other four to join in to make their pleas for help. Quickly Kadaver Krystal flew towards them only to feel a holy electroshock that caused a burst of light to follow. "AHHHH!!!!" screamed Krystal quickly while her body flipped in the air. "It's working!", cried Tanya joyfully. "Keep praying!", Denise instructed. Krystal's face quickly transformed more hideous. Her eyes turned into 5 inch lines that the color of black. Her teeth turned into 5 inch fangs. "FEAR ME!" she demanded in an unearthly growl. As sson as Sara saw Krystal's horrifying transformation, she faith quickly broken. It caused Krystal to grab her and disappear as the other girls enormously terrified.


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[> Re: Call me Anytime! (Pt .7)-Sierra -- Anonymous, 12:42:39 05/07/04 Fri

Where's the continuance?


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Pics -- Anonymous, 18:23:57 04/27/04 Tue





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Call me Anytime! (Pt .6)-Sierra -- Anonymous, 13:57:32 04/01/04 Thu

The three girls gathered around to hear the details. "What happened?", cried Rebecca in worry. "Yeah tell us the details!", Madison added. Tanya told them everything which astonished the three. "We told you!", cried Rebecca. "So she got to you last!" "What do you do?", asked Madison. "We send her back." replied Denise with the look of determination. " I couldn't get her out of my mind!", cried Tanya fearfully. "She looks horrible!" The homeroom bell ranged causing her to frightfully jump. The four walked in class together and took their seats. Students in the class talked loudly amongst themselves causing the teacher to reprimand them. "Talk quietly class.". replied Miss Shepherd in a sternful tone. The students lowered the voices as Tanya and the other three tried to devise a plan to get rid of Kadaver Krystal. As they were trying to discover a solution, the class went instantly quiet. The four of them quckly looked up at once and witnessed the students sitting in a statue-like manner. The hearts of Tanya and the three raced in shock. "Oh my God!", cried Rebecca. "Miss Shepherd." called Tanya. Miss Shepherd sat at her desk with her head tilted down, reading a book. She was also frozen in a statue like manner. Tanya and Rebecca crept up to her while the other two stood at the desks in a fearful fashion. After approaching her, the four of them witnessed her skin melt like ice, exposing a dark gray complexion. "AHHHHHH!!!!" Screamed Rebecca while falling on the floor as Tanya rushed to the back of the calss with Denise and Madison. "IT'S KRYSTAL!!!" screamed Madison as the four made a dash to the door. After running out, their bodies floated in the air. They noticed themselves in a place that resembled outer space. But except for planets, the hallway sat 10ft diagonal from them as the classroom doors were scattered in the midst of the stars and black voids. "Where are we?", cried Denise in a panic as they all frightfully looked around. Strong wind be gan to blow as Krystal stood in the classroom doorway as bright light surrounded her. "I only answered your call!", said Krystal sarcastically while causing the girls to tilt and drop down in their homeroom class as they screamed. Seconds later the class was turned into a valley outback. The scenery was dark
with green grass gleeming in the moonlight. Over the grassy heels, the girls could see decayed zombie bodies, rising in the air, reaching as far as the eye can see while vanishing. The rising bodies were nonstop as they surronded the valley. The didn't make noises. They eyes were gone only having black sockets. Their mouths were opened with nothing inside but a black hole.


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Call me Anytime! (Pt. 5)- Sierra -- Anonymous, 15:12:43 03/18/04 Thu

"Tanya! Tanya!", the girls cried as she ignored them. "What do we do?", cried Rebecca in a panicked manner. "We ALL SAW the worms!" "We have to send Krystal away!", cried Denise. "Look!," cried Madison, "Our food is back to normal!" "Well i'm not eating it!", Rebecca snapped. "Let's just look at it.", said Denise. The three of them calmly walked back to their table to find the food in normal condition. Each of them slowly and quietly sat down and looke at each other. "Taste it.", said Madison. Rebecca slowly pick up her cheeseburger to take a bite. "Tastes normal to me.", she said. Madison and Denise slowly tasted their food as well. "All seems normal!", Madison cried as the kids continued talking to each other. Meanwhile Tanya and Michael were at the movies. After getting the tickets, she saw her favority video game 'Carn Evil'. I MUST play this!", she cried. The movie didn't start until 20 minutes later. Michael came to her after giving his ticket to the usher. "My favorite game!", he cried. "I love this game!", said Tanya excitedly while shooting the zombies. "I can never get that one!, she said in a frustrated manner. "You have to shoot them in the chest." Michael said as he helped her hold the gun while shooting along with her. This caused Tanya's attraction to grow stronger for him. "I got past the level!", she cried excitedly as Michael smiled along. Madison, Rebecca, and Denise were still in the malt shop. Things were going normal. But the three remined suspicious. "Let's go to the mall!", cried Denise. "It's getting creepy in here!" At the mall, nothing strange hapaned. "What do you think the worms meant?", asked Madison. "Means Krystal wants payback!", cried Rebecca. "Well we have to send her away!", cried Denise. "Or she will haunt us for life!" Things continued to appear normal. Tanya completely enjoyed herself at the movies while laying her head on Michael's shoulder. Throughout the weekend, nothing out of the ordinary happened. The girls met at school on Monday. "Maybe you al were hallucintaing!" cried Tanya. "Yeah right Tanya! Our food turned to worms and beetles!", cried Madison. Didn't anything happen to you and Michael. "Oh God YES!", exclaimed Tanya. "What?", asked Denise. "It was SO romanitc!", Tanya happily replied as Denise, Rebecca and Madion culred their eyes and frowned. "We shared popcorn, held hands, plyed video games! It was Heaven!" "I'm sure she'll get to you next." said Madison. "Whatever." Tanya replied. Before homeroom period, students loitered in the hallway. The four of them noticed a small crowd around Michael's locker. He was there reading a newspaper clipping left on the front of his locker which read :"Snow storm for two weeks! Postal and Phone lines down!" There was Linda standing before him. "We belong together. I'll never do anything to hurt you. "I'll never abandon you." "What about a cell phone?" asked Michael. "We don't have them remember?" My mom and dad does but you know how they are about long distance calls. "I'll never neglect you!", cried Linda gently as she hugged him and kissed hom on the cheek. "Ahhhh!", cried the small crowd that gathered around.
Tanya was a bit crushed as Linda smirked her way. After the homeroom bell rang, Linda walked towards her. "Told you so cheerleader.", she said softly as Michael looked apologenic. With her books in her hands, Tanya leaned on the lockers looking a little sad. "I told you girl.", said rebecca. "Three week apart spells kiss and make up." "They'll be other guys!", cried Madison gently. Yeah forget him! It's his loss!", cried Denise as Tanya remained quiet. Ok ladies, go to your homeroom." replied one of the teachers.

While in class, she remained a little sad. During second period as the English teacher instruced the class, Tanya continued thinking about her date with Michael. While watching the teacher, she suddenly became a little terrified. As she watched Mrs Waters, she saw her head slowly turning into a dark gary figure with dark gray, boomstick hair. She slowly walked towards tanya while instructing the class. "Tanya.", said Mrs Waters. "Pay attention." Mrs Waters appeared normal as Tanya remained silent and yet puzzled. During lunch, she continued to spaek very little while keeping the image appearance to herself. "Tanya." called Rebecca. "Get over Michael." "Yeah we told you he was going to go back to her.", said Denise. "You're a good catch! You'll find somebody else!", cried Madison. Tanya smiled a little as she leaned her head on her arm. "Look there's Michael!", cried Madison. "Linda's not with him either." Maybe you can get an explanation out of him!" , cried Denise. "Forget it!", criedRebecca. "He's going to say the obvious! That he and Linda has a foundation or whatever!" Tanya immediately stood up and headed to Michael who went to the water fountain. "Can you at least tel me why?" Tanya asked. "I'm sorry.", he said. "it's just that me and Linda have a foundation. I really thought she cheated on me." "But you said you wanted to be with me!", she cried. "I know." Michael said. "You're a VERY nice girl! I'm sure you have more than your share of guys in line. It's just that now that i know Linda has been faithful, she's the one I want to be with. I'm sorry." He then gave her a soft kiss on the side of her forehaed before walking away. Although she wasn't crushed, she still remained a bit sad while walking back to her seat. "What did he say?", asked Madison. The obvious." replied Tanya disappointedly. "See I told you!", cried Rebecca. After lunch, the students headed to their last 2 classes of the day before dismissal. While walking home together, Tanya walked ahead of the other three very fast. "Where are you going?", asked Rebecca loudly. "Let her go.", replied Denise. "The heart needs mending." During dinner, Tanya sat the the table with her parents and olader brother. While his parents discussed her brother's science project, she saw another image in her plate. The imagae was the same face on Mrs Waters. The imagae growled at causing her to let out a shriek. "What's the matter", her father qucikly asked. "Na-nothing.", said Tanya in a startled voice. "Are you sure?", asked her mother sweetly. "Yes I'm just tired. "I'm going upstairs.", said Tanya as her family watched her run up the stairs. "Did puberty start or something?", laughed her older brother. "Never mind your sister Scott." said the mother. "You are going to do the sciece project!", "Ah mom!", replied Scott. "you heard your mother.", the father said. Meanwhile as Tanya went into her room, the phone ranged. It was her three friends. "Are you ok Tanya?" Madison asked. "I'm fine", she replied. They'll be other guys." replied Denise. "I told you, you're playing with fire when you try to date guys who just recently broke up with their ex!", cried Denise "You should have waited about three or four months later to be sure it was really over!" "I know.", said Tanya. They continued talking for about 10 more minutes until Tanya got off early. While in her room, she continued thinking about the images of Krystal. For the rest of the night, nothing happened. All apeared to be normal. The next day at school she told the other three what happened. "I think I saw her!", she gasped.


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Call Me Anytime!(Pt 4) -Sierra -- Anonymous, 16:41:17 02/23/04 Mon

"Are you ok?", asked Rebecca. "Yeah." said Madison quietly. The party lasted for 2 hours laster as Madison refused to reveal what she saw. After the party, everyone proceeded to their cars. "That was so fun!", cried Rebecca excitedly. "It sure was!", Denise added. "Where's Tanya?" Looking through the crowd, she spotted her with Michael. "So are you doing anything tomorrow?", Tanya asked as she smiled. "No.", replied Michael nicely. "Well how about a movie?", she asked. "Sounds like fun." he politely replied. "Tanya!", cried Denise loudly while waving from Rebecca's mom's SUV. "Oh no.", said Tanya softly. "I gotta go. So I'll call you tomorrow?", smiled Tanya as her waist length carrot-red locks softly whisked in the wind. "I'd like that." Micheal happily replied. "Come on Tanya!", cried Rebecca cheerfully. As she walked to the SUV, happiness remained in her. "I can't believe MICHAEL ANDERSON wants to go out with ME!", Tanya exclaimed. "What? A date?", asked Denise as Tanya happily nodded yes. While riding home, she continued discussing her excitement. "How do you know that he isn't going to patch things up with Linda again?", Rebecca asked. "I mean it's been only 3 weeks." "Forget Linda!", cried Tanya. "I'm the one he wants now! And besides, I danced with him right in front of her and was didn't look her way!" "Really?" asked Rebecca surprisingly. "Yeah!", cried Tanya. "He doesn't want her anymore!" "Whay did they break up anyway?" asked Denise. "Don't you know?", cried Rebecca. "Because during the holiday break, she never called, emailed, or even postal mailed him!" "Noooo!", gasped Denise. "Yeah! Now that's just plain low!", said Rebecca. "Did she even have an excuse?", Denise asked. "What could she say?", said Tanya "There is NO excuse! Out of sight! Out of mind! and now she's paying for it!" "Listen to yourselves.", commented Rebecca's mom cheerfully. "You all sound like a 90210 episode. Isn't there anything else you talk about besides boys?" "No." replied Rebecca sarcastically as Tanya and Denise laughed. Madison sat quietly the whole time with her mind on Krystal. "Why so quiet Maddie?", asked Tanya while quickly putting her hands on Madison's shoulder. This caused her thoughts to become interrupted as she became startled. "I'm just tired.", she replied while smiling softly. As each of the girls were dropped off at home one by one, Madison continued thinking about the image. Later that night, the girls spoke on the phone together by 4-way. This is when she finally revealed what she saw. "I'm telling you it's true!", cried Madison. "She looked so horrible! Like a monster!" "Oh my God she's for real!", gasped Rebecca in panic. "Oh God!", cried Denise. "I don't think so!", cried Tanya. "How do you know?", asked Madison worrily. "Yeah who could it have been?" cried Denise. "Look everybody knows about Kadaver Krystal." Tanya stated. "So someone could have came in costume." "No way!", cried Rebecca. "What for? It's not Halloween!" "Duh!" cried Tanya "Doesn't have to be at a party! Did you see the image any other time tonight Madison?" "No." replied Madison softly. "Well there you have it!", cried Tanya. "it was a hoax end of story." The four of them continued to debate about the image until Madison's Dad interrupted. "Ok, it's 1am." replied Madison's Dad politely. "Curfew is up." "I gotta go." said Madison. "don't sleep with the light on!, laughed Tanya. "Whatever.", replied Madison. While in bed, she kept thinking whether or not the image was real. An hour later, she finally convinced herself that maybe Tanya was right and fell asleep.

The next day on Saturday afternoon, Madison, Rebecca, and Denise went to the malt shop. Tanya arrived there with Michael. The two of them sat at a small table only mde for 2 people. "Tanya!", called Rebecca as the three approached her. "Hey girls!", Tanya happily replied. "Hey Michael!", cried Denise as he smiled and lightly waved. Rebecca grabbed a chair to join the two of them. "No. No." laughed Tanya. Three's a crowd! Or shall I say 4, 5, or 6." The three girls smiled at each other and sat at another table. Meanwhile Linda arrived. Seeing both Tanya and Michael clasping hands and conversating increased her envy. "I have to go to the restroom for a second." smiled Tanya. You are SO cute!" "Hurry back." smiled Michael. As Tanya proceeded to the restroom, Linda followed. While in the stall, Linda waited at the mirroe as she watched the four other girls leave. Tanya came out about a minute later. Seeing Linda didn't bother her a bit. She washed her hands as Linda stated " So cheerleader, enjoy your little date, coause he'll come back home real soon." "Yeah right!", laughed Tanya. "Out with the old and in with the new!" While heading for the door, Linda blocked her. "You may think your pom poms will keep him, but you had better think again."snapped Linda while three of her friends walked up. "Pom poms or no pom poms, I got him you witch! And I'll be sure to contact him when I'm away for the Christmas holidays." smirked Tanya while stepping to the side to exit. Touching a little of her friends hair, she said "you know, blond isn't really your color." This caused Linda and her three friends to look at her in disgust. As Madison, Rebecca, and Denise waited for their orders, Tanya told them about the ordeal. "What!?" And you didn't tell us?!!" exclaimed Rebecca in disappontment. "Yeah! we could have been there to back you up!", cried Madison as Denise nodded in agreement. "I handled the situation fine!" cried Tanya happlily. As they were talking, Linda and her girls gave them very nasty looks as Tanya and the three did the same. Rebecca even gave them the finger whiched caused all four of them to laugh. "I'm going back to Mike ok?", smiled Tanya. After going back to her date, Rebecca and the other two continued discussing the incident. "Man we should have been in there!", cried Denise. "Yeah, bet they wouldn't have walked up to her that that either!", cried Madison. "I think Linda knows Tanya will kick her butt that why she needs backup!", laughed Rebecca. Linda continued watching Tanya and Michael off and on. After Rebecca, Madison, and Denise recieved their orders, they began to dig in. Ten minutes later, they all noticed their food changing into worms and beetles they color of dark grey and black. Seeing both Tanya and Micheal leave, the three of them stormed in their direction. "Hey!", cried Tanya as Denise pulled her to the side. "There were worms!" cried Denise. "Out food tunred to worms!", panicked Rebecca. "See I told you she's real!", Shrieked Madison. "I gotta date." replied Madison cheerfully as she and Michael headed to his mothers car.


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Torah Covenants -- Anonymous, 16:39:01 02/17/04 Tue

Greetings everybody

I was wondering if anybody in this group is familiar with the various covenants that the Hebrew Torah (the Pentateuch) speaks of. These covenants are Israel's covenant, Abraham's covenant and Noah's covenant. These covenants still apply today, and Noah's covenant applies to all mankind apart from the children of Israel. The sign of Noah's covenant is the rainbow.
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Kind regards

Daniel Daly
Canberra, Australia
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Torah Covenants -- Anonymous, 16:37:51 02/17/04 Tue

Greetings everybody

I was wondering if anybody in this group is familiar with the various covenants that the Hebrew Torah (the Pentateuch) speaks of. These covenants are Israel's covenant, Abraham's covenant and Noah's covenant. These covenants still apply today, and Noah's covenant applies to all mankind apart from the children of Israel. The sign of Noah's covenant is the rainbow.
If anybody is curious about these covenants, feel free to take a look at the following website:

http://www.geocities.com/torahcovenants

If anybody is even slightly curious about these covenants, they can get in contact with me at the below email address.

Kind regards

Daniel Daly
Canberra, Australia
email: saruviel@hotmail.com


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Call Me Anytime (Pt. 3) - Sierra -- Anonymous, 14:10:00 02/09/04 Mon

As soon as the lunch bell rang, the girls proceeded to the restroom where the calling took place. Walking through the mob of students heading to calss, they continued going towards the near end of the hallway. When the four girls reached the area, they noticed that there wasn't anyone else around. Looking at each other timidly, Tanya slowly opened the door. They all rushed inside at once while Tanya turned on the light. The restroom appeared normal and clean. It was all white and pink stall doors, 5 white sinks which a mirror above each of them. "WOW! It's so clean!", Madison cried as the other three looked around. "The toilets are sparkling white!", cried Rebecca with an amazed look on her face. "So this is where it all happened.", Tanya said sarcastically while lookig in the mirror and tossing her long red locks. "There's only one way to find out.", said Denise. "Let's gather together." Tanya stood at the mirror excitedly as the look of Madison and Rabecca remained in the cowardly state. "Come on you two!", cried Tanya as the two of them crept up together. Finally the four gathered around as Denise lead the group. She drew a spiral circle symbol on the mirror with her hot pink lipstick. "Clasp hands." she said while the rest followed. Clasping hands she started the chant: "We gather together to draw you near"

"We gather to draw you here"
"Come Kadaver Krystal"
"Appear in the mirror that stands before us so clear."

There was complete silence for about 20 secs. "Well nothing happened." said Tanya while walking away from the mirror. "It doesn't mean nothing will happen later!", cried Rebecca. "How did those two girls end up missing?", asked Madison. "Oh please!" Tanya cried. "They were on drugs!" After Tanya finished speasking, one of the bulbs in the restroom blew out in a spark. THe girls let out a quick shreik and stormed out. They all ran as fast as they could to the school gym. As they were in the gym, they all caught their breath, sat down as students were playing both basketball and volleyball. "For a skeptical person, you sure can run!", laughed Madison to Tanya. "The sounds startled me!", she cried as the others looks skeptical. "It was Kadaver Krystal that did it!", cried Rebecca. "No way!",
exclaimed Tanya. "How do you explain the light bulb?", asked Denise. "Look accidents happen!", cried Tanya. This caused the four of them to debate at once as to whether ot not the lightbulb was of supernatural effect. After the bell in the gym rang, the girls proceeded to their last class. After school, they all discussed the restroom incident. The subject was head topic on the phone in their homes and even in class the next day. At the party the following night, some how the topic was forgotten.

They were all warped by the fun they were all having at the skating rink party. As the DJ played the popular tunes, the four girls and other kids were skating. "OHHHH there's Michael!", exclaimed Tanya while grabbing Denise causing her to fall. "Well go talk to him!", cried Rebecca as Madison happily agreed. "This maybe your only chance", cried Denise after getting back up. Tanya quickly skated towards Michael who was standing outside of the rink. Approaching him, she asked "So do you come here often?" "Not really.", he answered. "Haven't I seen you somewhere before?", he continued. "I'm a Varsity cheerleader for the Dragons ar Franklin Middle School!", she said cheerfully. "Oh yeah, I see!", he replied. "So you wanna dance?", she politely asked. "Well I can't really dance.", he said shyly. "Come on! Just move to the beat!", she cried while pulling his hand gently to head to the dance floor. As they both danced in the crowd, Linda (Michael's Ex) watched on jealously. Her reaction didn't bother Tanya at all. It only caused her to smile even bigger. Meanwhile the other three contined skating. "I'm going to grab some more pizza.", said Denise. "Ok!", said Madison and Rebecca. After Denise skated away, Madison saw an image. It was a figure of a woman, the color or dark gray with dark gray broomstick textured hair that reached past her shoulders, standing at the beight of 6'2. Fear and shock caused her to trip over a staff member. "I'm sorry!", the employee quickly cried while lifting Madison bask to her feet. The Kadaver's appearance caused her to remain fearfully silent.


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Call me Anytime! (Pt 2)- Sierra -- Anonymous, 18:19:24 01/29/04 Thu

The next day police reports warned the neighborhood of the 2 missing girls. When the 3rd girl was questioned, she remained silent. "Come on Sara.", asked the detective gently. "You know what happened to your friends Jessica and Marie." But the girl was too frightened to say a word. She never spoke after the bathroom incident. her pareants had her taken into therapy and sent to a doctor to treat the gangrene. The gangrene never spread. it only remianed on her left forearm. The nect morning at achool, four other girls Tanya, Madelyn, Rebecca, and Denise were sitting in their 7th grade science class. During class, Tany tired to slip a not to Rebecca although the teachewr walked down the aisles as he taught. "I'll take that thankyou.", replied Mr Stuart. This caused Tanya to have a disappoinyted look on her face. Mr Stuart calmly opened the not to discover that it asked about attending Friday night's party. "There will be enought time for socializing miss Raymond.", replied Mr Stuart with a smirk on his face while returning her note. "But right now it's time to learn." She smiled a little as her three friends did the same. As Mr Stuart continued to teach, the bell rang. The students immediately jumped from their seats to head for lunch. "Now remember, study chapter 3 on the importance of sunlight and answer all review questions.", replied Mr Stuart as the class walked out. In the hall, the four discussed the party on Friday. "Micheal is going to be there!", cried Madison to Tanya. "Yes!", tanya exclaimed. "he is SO hot!" But you know he broke up with Belinda about 3 days ago!", cried Denise. "Yeah SO what!", cried Tanya. "That's makes him available! He's up for the rebound!" "Yeah right!", creid Madison. "they have been together since 4th grade, So it's like they're married! They'l kiss and make up soon!" "Not if i can get to him first!", replied Tanya excitedly. "This party is going to be do tight!", cried Rebecca. "It's at the skating ring with great DJ's and....." She was quickly interrupted by the bathroom where the incident occured. "Do you think it happened?", asked Denise to the others. "Of course it did!", cried Rebecca as the four of them stared at the door. "Whay do you think 2 of the 3 girls ened up missing and the 3rd girl never spoke since?" "I think they were on drugs.", Tanya replied. "Oh come on!", urged Madison. "Why do you think no one hardly ever go in there?" "They're afraid of her", replied Denise. "Whatever.", said Tanya in a snappy tone. "Can we go please?" They continued walking to the cafeteria. While in the lunch room, the four of them discussed the mysterious incident which happened to the three girls. "I still can't believe it happened!", Rebecca cried. "That's because it didn't.", said Tanya. "Tanya?", Madison called." Why do you refuse to believe this? Facts are facts." "Well because it's complete BS that's why!", snapped Tanya. "Well then let's see for ourselves.", said Denise in a mischeious manner. "Let's see if the legend is realy true." "No way Denise! No way!", cried Rebecca. "I don't need proof to know it happened!" "Well I'm up for tha challenge!", cried Tanya. "I dunno.", siad Madison while looking a little frightened. "Oh come on!", Tanya exclaimed. "We can see for ourselves whether or not the grave ol' tale is true. But I'm sure it's not!" "Absolutely not!", scolded Rebecca. "Right after lunch, let's head to the restroom where the event took place!", cried Tanya "but I REALLY doubt it's true! So whose in?" "I am!", Denis quickly replied as both Madison and Rebeca look on timidly. "What is with you two?", asked Denise "Nothing will happen." "Becca!", cried Tanya. There's an opening for the Varsity cheerleading squad. I can give you the slot without
the squad having to announce it to the school!" Being convinced, Rebecca gave in. "Rebecca!", cried Madison as Rebecca shrugged her shoulders timidly. "Madison!", cried Tanya. "We're just curious! If it's really true then i'm sire something would have happened to caudse the whole school to shut down. Plus I'm, more than sure something owuld have happened to the few girls that even dare to go in that restroom! So what do you say? Are you in?", asked Tanya. "Madison became convinced and also gave in. "Great!", cried tanya excitedly. "So right after lunch, we do it!"


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Call me Anytime! (Pt 2)- Sierra -- Anonymous, 18:17:47 01/29/04 Thu

The next day police reports warned the neighborhood of the 2 missing girls. When the 3rd girl was questioned, she remained silent. "Come on Sara.", asked the detective gently. "You know what happened to your friends Jessica and Marie." But the girl was too frightened to say a word. She never spoke after the bathroom incident. her pareants had her taken into therapy and sent to a doctor to treat the gangrene. The gangrene never spread. it only remianed on her left forearm. The nect morning at achool, four other girls Tanya, Madelyn, Rebecca, and Denise were sitting in their 7th grade science class. During class, Tany tired to slip a not to Rebecca although the teachewr walked down the aisles as he taught. "I'll take that thankyou.", replied Mr Stuart. This caused Tanya to have a disappoinyted look on her face. Mr Stuart calmly opened the not to discover that it asked about attending Friday night's party. "There will be enought time for socializing miss Raymond.", replied Mr Stuart with a smirk on his face while returning her note. "But right now it's time to learn." She smiled a little as her three friends did the same. As Mr Stuart continued to teach, the bell rang. The students immediately jumped from their seats to head for lunch. "Now remember, study chapter 3 on the importance of sunlight and answer all review questions.", replied Mr Stuart as the class walked out. In the hall, the four discussed the party on Friday. "Micheal is going to be there!", cried Madison to Tanya. "Yes!", tanya exclaimed. "he is SO hot!" But you know he broke up with Belinda about 3 days ago!", cried Denise. "Yeah SO what!", cried Tanya. "That's makes him available! He's up for the rebound!" "Yeah right!", creid Madison. "they have been together since 4th grade, So it's like they're married! They'l kiss and make up soon!" "Not if i can get to him first!", replied Tanya excitedly. "This party is going to be do tight!", cried Rebecca. "It's at the skating ring with great DJ's and....." She was quickly interrupted by the bathroom where the incident occured. "Do you think it happened?", asked Denise to the others. "Of course it did!", cried Rebecca as the four of them stared at the door. "Whay do you think 2 of the 3 girls ened up missing and the 3rd girl never spoke since?" "I think they were on drugs.", Tanya replied. "Oh come on!", urged Madison. "Why do you think no one hardly ever go in there?" "They're afraid of her", replied Denise. "Whatever.", said Tanya in a snappy tone. "Can we go please?" They continued walking to the cafeteria. While in the lunch room, the four of them discussed the mysterious incident which happened to the three girls. "I still can't believe it happened!", Rebecca cried. "That's because it didn't.", said Tanya. "Tanya?", Madison called." Why do you refuse to believe this? Facts are facts." "Well because it's complete BS that's why!", snapped Tanya. "Well then let's see for ourselves.", said Denise in a mischeious manner. "Let's see if the legend is realy true." "No way Denise! No way!", cried Rebecca. "I don't need proof to know it happened!" "Well I'm up for tha challenge!", cried Tanya. "I dunno.", siad Madison while looking a little frightened. "Oh come on!", Tanya exclaimed. "We can see for ourselves whether or not the grave ol' tale is true. But I'm sure it's not!" "Absolutely not!", scolded Rebecca. "Right after lunch, let's head to the restroom where the event took place!", cried Tanya "but I REALLY doubt it's true! So whose in?" "I am!", Denis quickly replied as both Madison and Rebeca look on timidly. "What is with you two?", asked Denise "Nothing will happen." "Becca!", cried Tanya. There's an opening for the Varsity cheerleading squad. I can give you the slot without
the squad having to announce it to the school!" Being convinced, Rebecca gave in. "Rebecca!", cried Madison as Rebecca shrugged her shoulders timidly. "Madison!", cried Tanya. "We're just curious! If it's really true then i'm sire something would have happened to caudse the whole school to shut down. Plus I'm, more than sure something owuld have happened to the few girls that even dare to go in that restroom! So what do you say? Are you in?", asked Tanya. "Madison became convinced and also gave in. "Great!", cried tanya excitedly. "So right after lunch, we do it!"


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Call Me Anytime! Pt 1 -Sierra -- Anonymous, 16:59:18 01/22/04 Thu

From the mirror in the bathroom stall, a burst of light stormed. With it came a hideous looking woman. The woman had a skin color of dark gray. Her hair was the same color but also a broomstick texture reaching past her shoulders. Her eyes were also dark gray and her teeth coffee stanined yellow. The woman appeared to be in her mid 70's. She grabbed one of the girls in the dark bathroom. The girl and two of her friends that accompanied her let out a panicked screm as wind from the mirror blew against them. "LET ME GO!!!", screamed the girl as the woman continued her witchy laugh. "DON'T LOOK INTO HER EYES!", scream one of the other two girls. But it was to late. As soon as the victim looked into the eyes of the hideous woman, it caused the woman's eyes to glow causing the victim to turn into black dust. The other two girls screamed in complete terror and tired to escape. The hideous woman caused her own body to grow longer being able to reach on the the girls. As soon of the grabbed the girl in the back of the first one, she changed her body into gangrene causing her to appear on the thired girl's arm. "Wear her as a reminder and a scar of defeat!". the hideous woman demanded while laughing hysterically. The third girl quickly ran home without stopping a second. Seconds later, the bathroom appeared normal as if nothing had happened.


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[> Re: Tithing is a false doctrine -- Anonymous, 18:00:09 12/09/03 Tue

Tithing is of God Almighty! You give to the IRS so give to God!


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Cassy's Dress -- Anonymous, 01:34:03 10/12/03 Sun



Cassy's Dress Is Finally For Sale!!!!!





This is an incrediable dress, I hate to part with but has gotten too small....
The stone work is to die for....
National Grand Supreme Winner in June and always wins best attire every time worn on all levels of competiton.
Paid 700.00 for used dress...
fully replaced the bodice this spring, added boning for stability and re-did all the stone work plus added many many gross of stones, The new bodice cost $500.00....Also had all fishline hemming in skirt replaced...for a grand total of $1200.00
My loss your gain...
This truly is the buy of the century!!!!
I must Sell ASAP!!! as new on on the way..you will not be dissapointed...this dress does have a small detachable bustle, choaker and hair bow included.


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One Halloween Night -- Anonymous, 14:00:44 10/03/03 Fri


This is a story that one could tell in a darkened room, passing around the props at the end at the appropriate spots in the story... Be sure to protect your floor from the possible mess!

One Halloween Night

It was a warm Halloween night. Five boys hurriedly put on their Halloween costumes while chattering away with delight in anticipation of one of their favorite holidays. There will be friends, filled with giggles and smiles, and parents holding on tight to little hands. Uncertain tots approaching neighbors doors will eagerly hold out their bags and nervously say, "trick-or-treat" for the first time.

These five boys, were far from tots...Logan, Kyle, Skyler, Colby and Conner were all eight, and couldn't wait for the festivities of the evening, to begin. Tonight they would trick-or-treat to their hearts' content, raking in the goodies. Then they would all go back to Logan's home. His mom and dad would inspect their goods. Then they would gobble up their candy, with a tall glass of milk by their sides, and a bowl of freshly made carmel popcorn in the middle of their loot.

The boy's parents had decided it was alright for the boys to trick-or-treat on three well known streets in their friendly neighborhood, without their parents standing by their sides. They would leave at 7:00PM and were expected to be back promptly at 8:00.

Logan was dressed as Dracula with a long flowing black cape, lined with red satin. Kyle donned a Larry Boy outfit, Skyler wore his Spiderman suit, Colby transformed into Wolverine from the X-Men and Conner became Batman. The clock struck 7, as the boys whooped with loud hollers and shouts and headed out the door. Logan's parents stood in the doorway, watching the kids run down the street. Little did the boys know, Logan's dad would not be far behind them. After all, these were five, mischievous eight year olds on the loose. Somebody had to be nearby to protect the neighbors.

Just before the boys turned onto Angela street they eagerly approached the first door of many they would knock on that night. Crashing into each other, as they made their way up the walk, they knocked on the door and waited. Little old Mrs. Jenkins hobbled to the door with a big grin on her sweet, weathered, face.

"Good Evening boys", she said as she generously scooped candy into their bags.

The boys replied, "Good Evening Mrs. Jenkins" in their sing-song, eight year old, voices. Followed by, "Thank you Mrs. Jenkins".

"Happy Halloween", she shouted as the boys scurried down her walk and turned out of sight.

Up the street they went, back down the other side, over onto Hideaway Place, and then finally Story Lane. The boys looked at their watches, right on time. Mom and dad will be so proud! Then, all of a sudden, a gust of wind kicked up causing all five boys to shiver a bit. Only three houses left and they would be on their way back to Logan's. It was pretty dark outside, but the street was well lit, and they could see lots of other children and parents walking about. Next they would knock on the Butcherites door, then the Klefbecks, and then the Wells.

There was another house on that street too. It wasn't like the others, well kept with a manicured lawn and cute Halloween decorations outside. It was the Johnson place. The door looked like it was ready to fall off, and the whole house was sorely in need of some paint. It was legend that the house was haunted, but the boys didn't believe in that spooky stuff. They did, however, agree that old Mr. Johnson, who lived in the place, was as mean as they came. Mr. Johnson was known for grumping and grouching at anyone that looked twice at him. Someone once said he ate worm sandwiches for lunch and frog legs for dinner. YUCK! That's one door they wouldn't be knocking on tonight.

The wind kicked up again, this time it took Conner's mask with it. The boys ran after the mask as it skidded across the sidewalk, tumbled over the bushes, and floated through the air. Before they knew it, they were standing in the yard of the old Johnson Place. Conner's mask had become stuck on a nail that protruded from the window frame and was dangling, limply, there.

The boys were all thinking the same thing, but no one said it, 'who was going to walk up there and get it'?

Finally, Skyler spoke up, "Conner you better go get your mask".

"I don't really need it", Conner replied in his most grown up voice.

Kyle whispered, "Why don't we all go get it together"?

The boys looked at the mask, then at each other. "Let's do it", they all said, in unison, and began to slowly move toward the porch.

The boys could see a dim light, from a distant room, within the house. They were at ease with the thought Mr. Johnson was probably in bed for the night. Upon approaching the window frame, Conner plucked the mask from off the nail. All five boys let out a sigh of relief at having accomplished their task.

Suddenly, the light inside the house flickered and went out. A long, whiny, squeaking sound, to their right, drew their attention to the front door, blown open and now flapping in the wind. Their hearts were racing and their feet felt heavy, as if they were stuck in cement. From inside the house they could here someone moaning, almost as if they were in pain.

"Do you think it's Mr. Johnson", said Skyler.

"What should we do"?, croaked Conner. "Mean as they say he is, we can't just let him suffer."

"We'll just all stick together and we'll be okay, after all there's five of us", said Logan.

Quietly the boys slipped in though the door.

Colby called out, "Mr. Johnson, can we help you"?

Kyle tried the light switch but it didn't work. He stepped in something mushy, that let off a horrible stench.

"Smells like someone died".

The boys felt their way around, grabbing on to furniture and walls as they groped about and called out to Mr. Johnson. SPLAT!

"OOOooo GROSS",

"What is it"?

"I don't know feels like worms"

"Hey, you think the thing about the worm sandwiches is true"? asked Conner.

"Let's just find Mr. Johnson and get out of here, everybody stay focused", said Skyler.

Just then Skyler stepped on something. He leaned over and picked it up. It was cold as ice, upon feeling around, it seemed to have a thumb and four fingers, but no arm...

"YIKES" choked out Skyler, "I think I'm holding onto someone's hand but there's no arm... this is getting freaky!"

A second later, Colby blurted out, "It feels like I picked up someone's eyeballs but I dropped them and they're rolling around on the floor. Let's get out of here"!

As he turned a tray clattered to the floor and the sounds of plink, plink, plink echoed through the house. Scrambling to pick up what was beneath him, he was just sure they were bones, probably belonged to some poor, helpful, unsuspecting soul. 'Would they be next'?

As the boys turned to run Logan slipped on something wet, he strained to peer through the darkness, there was blood on his pants and now on his hands.

"AHHHHH, blood", he screamed and dove for the door. Just then the lights came on, the boys froze, and there in the doorway was Logan's dad.

"What are you boys doing"? The boys all tried to talk at once, each one breathing heavily, gulping down air, with every word they tried desperately to get out.

In the background, they heard laughing. It started out small, like a hee, hee, hee, then got bigger like a HA, HA, HA, then it was all out laughing hysteria! Who could be laughing at a time like this? The boys turned and there was Mr. Johnson laughing his guts out! His house was a shambles with all the running and diving that had just taken place and there was stuff all over the floor. The boys began to point and jump around excitedly until they realized just what was all over the floor. Spaghetti! Meatballs! Peeled grapes! A rubber latex glove filled with ice, now lay melting in the middle of the hardwood floor.

The boys looked at Mr. Johnson, they looked at each other, then they looked at Logan's dad, who was also laughing. As they put it all together, they realized what had happened. In the few minutes they were in the Johnson place they had completely destroyed Mr. Johnson's dinner. They also noted that Mr. Johnson was walking with a cane.

He pointed to his knee and amid his laughter squealed out, "the frozen glove's for my bum knee, hurt it yesterday trying to fix the door".

"But the moaning", cried Skyler, "we heard someone moaning".

"That would be Fritz, my dog, he just hate's it when I chain him up, especially when he knows there's a can of wet dog food with his name on it".

There smeared across the hardwood floor, near the door, was the wet dog food.

"Why do you peel your grapes", asked Colby.

"Never did like the way the skins would get caught in my dentures", replied Mr. Johnson, still laughing.

"But what about the blood?", cried Logan.

"You mean the spaghetti sauce that was sitting in that bowl"?

Logan looked over and saw the bowl, half full of sauce, lying upside down on the floor oozing out everywhere.

One thing nagged at Logan 'till he just couldn't help but ask, "Why didn't you come when we called"?

"When the lights went out, I had to go down to the basement to flip the switch, takes me awhile to get around with the knee. While I was down there I heard a bunch of stuff falling over, muffled voices, thought it was a robber, but by the time I got up the stairs and saw all of you, and your dad there, I started putting it all together, you think I don't know that my house is legend to be 'haunted'"?

Speechless, the boys stared at Mr. Johnson, until Logan said, "Gee, we're sorry Mr. Johnson, we thought you were hurt and we wanted to help you".

"That was awfully kind of you boys".

"You know though", said Logan's dad, "You should have come and got me, you know better than to enter a house alone, what if something had been amiss"?

"We've learned our lesson dad, we promise."

"Yeah, scouts honor", the boys proclaimed. "Well let's help Mr. Johnson clean up".

After all was clean the boys invited Mr. Johnson to come back to their house and share in the festivities. That weekend the boys and their parents, got the neighborhood together to help Mr. Johnson with the repairs around his house. Some of the fathers and sons painted the outside of the house while others saw to the yard. There were cookies and milk after all was done.

Every year, thereafter, the boys would end their trick-or-treating at Mr. Johnson's place. Then he'd walk them home and tell ghost stories while they dug into their candy and hung on his every word. All because of one Halloween night.

http://www.kidsdomain.com/holiday/halloween/stories/onehallnight.html


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Playtime-Part-3-Finale!-Sierra -- Anonymous, 18:14:53 09/19/03 Fri

As Anja studied, the weekly incidents did not escape her minds. She wondered and wondered just how she got the blame for the disobedient acts. An hour had past and her parents went back into her room to comfort her and to help with her studies. “We are so proud of you and we will always love you!”, said her mother cheerfully before kissing her on the cheek. “You’ll always be our little princess!”, cried her father before hugging and kissing her. “We just want the best for you!” Anja smiled and felt well comforted. Suddenly the phone rang which was answered by her father. “Nicole’s on the phone honey!”, cried her father. She ran to talk to her. “I feel so bad about all that’s happened this week.” Replied Nicole remoursefully “We should have a sleepover.” That’s a good idea!”, cried Anja excitedly. “We can play games, eat pizza, candy, watch and movies! We’ll have a lot of fun!” After getting off the phone, she asked both her mom and dad was it okay. They both answered yes which made her even happier. At 7pm Nicole arrived to Anja’s house. “I on’t want any trouble out of you.” said Nicole’s mother before kissing her on the cheek. “I’ll be good!”, cried Nicole ans Anja watched in excitement. After Nicole’s mother left, she and Anja had a blast. They at pizza, cany, played games, played with toys, watched movies and had a pillow fight. “Time for bed.” Anja’s father replied. “But dad.” Pleaded Anja “just one more hour.” “It’s 12:30 in the morning already. Time to go to dreamland.” Looking disappointed, they both climbed into the bed. “I want you two to go to sleep.”, her father replied after he closed the door. Anja and Nicole discussed the strange happenings at school. “I don’t understand how all of this happened!”, creid Anja in a puzzled tone. “I swear I didn’t do any of it!” “It’s like ever since you got Prissy things went bad.” Said Nicole. Amja grabbed Prissy from her nightstand as she looked confused. Resting her chin on the doll’s head, Anja thought about the situation to herself. “So are you going to do another pageant anytime soon?” asked Nicole. “In two more weeks!”, cried Anja “I have to keep practicing too!” “My mom and dad won’t let me do pageants!”, said Nicole “How come?”, asked Anja. “They said little girls shouldn’t parade around on stage to be pretty and treated like dolls.” Come to think of it.”, said Anja “ever cine my mom and dad bought Prissy, bad things happened.” “Maybe prissy did all that stuff at school and messed your room!” laughed Nicole. “Yeah!” laughed Anja. “It’s all Prissy’s Fault!”, she said and proceeded to slap Prissy on the back of the head and threw the doll across the room by her flowing red, curly hair. She and Nicole continued laughing as Anja left the bed to get Prissy Anne. Moments later as she began to pck her up, Prissy’s head tunred and growled revealing her small, spiked teeth. Anja quickly screamed as Nicole leaped from the bed.

To their complete amazement, Prissy was able to stand on her own. Walking towards their horrified faces, Prissy continued to growl. “Little girls must treat me with respect!”, snapped Prissy in a child’s voice. As soon as the doll ran towards Anja, she kicked the doll in the face causing it to fly across the room. Prissy managed to maintain her balance and proceeded to fly at Nicole. Grabbing Anja’s 4ft pageant trophy from the floor, Nicole gave Prissy a whack causing her to fly across the room once again. “SO it was the doll!”, gasped Nicole in shock. “OH MY GOD!”, cried Anja in fright. They both tried to run out of the room while yelling for help. “MOM!” “DAD!”, yelled Anja in fear. Prissy blocked the door knob. “Going somewhere!”, cried Prissy arrogantly. Anja tried to grab the doorknob but Prissy started biting her hands. “OW!” shrieked Anja and quickly banged Prissy’s head on the door. Nicole grabbed Prissy’s foot and slung her across of the room having her fly in the air again. Anja ran across the room to grab the trophy Nicole used. As she ran, she somehow shrunk into a tiny size and appeared in her Barbies’s dollhouse. Prissy began mocking her. Let’s play house!” cried Prissy “Who wants to play house!” She shooked the dollhouse causing Anja to seem as though she was in an earthquake as the miniture furiniture rumbled from side to side and the faces of Barbie and Ken remained in a smiling state as their bodies rumbled from side to side. “LEAVE MY FRIEND ALONE YOU MONSTER!”, yelled Nicole/ Prissy quickly turned her head to look at her. “What are you going to do?”, snapped Prissy “You think you can take me?” She noticed Snja’s pageant crowns on the shelf. “Oh what do we have here”, cried Prissy. She placed a crown on her lead walking in a dainty fashion. “There she is, Miss America! La, la, la, la, - la, la, la, la HIIII-YA!”, snapped while hitting the doll house with a Karate chop causing the whole dollhouse to break apart and fall to the floor along with Anja. Landing on a pillow from the dollhouse, Anja quickly jumped up and dived in the driver’s seat of the Barbie pink Corvette as Nicole managed to get on the floor and push it hard in order to hit prissy. The car caused Prissy to fall over while a quick screamed as Anja returned to normal size. Both she and Nicole pounced the doll and attacked. Kicking, punching, hair pulling, and stomping were used to attack Prissy as she moaned in pain. The attack seamed to have worked. The doll lied silently on the floor lifeless like. “I guess she expects us to worship her!”, cried Nicole. “That’s it!”, cried Anja. I wanted this doll so bad, that I put her over God. How could I do that?” Running to her Bible that she placed in her drawer underneath her clothes, she took it out and hugged it. “Father God, I’m sorry to have forgotten about you. In Jesus’ name I ask your forgiveness!”, replied Anja humbly. Nicole quickly screamed and Anja did the same. They both watched Prissy grow to the height of the ceiling at a rapid pace of 15ft. “Little Girls must show respect!”, demanded Prissy while walking towards Anja and Nicole. “ONLY GOD CAN HELP US NOW!”, screamed Nicole. Every step Prissy took caused fear to consume the girls at an increased rate. “JESUS! LORED HELP US!, Yelled Anja and Nicole reciting a statement from Sunday School class.

This caused the doll to fall to the floor in a scream as smoke steamed from her giant sized body. Prissy continued screaming as both Anja and Nicole looked on in fear as they help on to each other. Additional white smoke sizzled Prissy as the continued screaming. Suddenly a burst of white light appeared at her feet and grew to the top of her head as she screamed loudly. As the light and smoke caused her to disappear, the smoke had risen to the top of the roomas a dark, hideous, face with 1ft fangs and black slit eyes appeared screaming in severe agony. It’s sight caused Amja and Nicole to snug each other much tighter. The face quickly disappeared as a complete peace and calm spirit filled the room. They both cheered in happiness thanking God. “THANK YOU JESUS!”, exclaimed Anja while jumping in happiness with Nicole. They both hugged each other and flopped to the floor laying side by side. Suddenly a knock was at the bedroom door. “You girl’s okay?”, asked Anja’s father while standing with her mother. “Yes dad!”, cried Anja happily. “Get some sleep.”, her mother said. After they both left the room and shut the door, Anja and Nicole instanttly fell asleep. They next morning, they both excitedly talked about last night’s ordeal. “WE TACKLED HER!”, exclaimed Nicole. “GOD IS SO AMAZING!”, cried Anja in an extremely excited way. “I WANT TO GO TO CHURCH TOMORROW!” “You girls ready for the park and the skating rink later on?”, Anja’s mother happily asked. “YEAH!”, Anja and Nicole happily exclaimed. “OK we’ll be leaving at noon!”, cried Anja’s mother. After she left the room, Anja and Nicole continued watching Saturday morning cartoons. “Hey look! There’s Prissy’s box!”, cried Nicole humorously. I’ll take care of it!”, cried Anja. She grabbed the box and threw it out of her window as they both laughed. THE END!


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Playtime! - Part 2-Sierra -- Anonymous, 17:14:48 09/18/03 Thu

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did all of this paint get on the floor?.” Asked Nicole in a very puzzled manner. “I don’t have a clue!”. Gasped Anja “the minute I turned my back, all the paint was knocked to the floor. I didn’t touch a thing!” “I know what might have happened.”, guessed Nicole. “The wind must have knocked it all down.” “How could it?”, asked Anja as they both continued cleaning. “The window is not opened.” “Maybe it could have opened the window and closed it back.” They both started to laugh at the silly theory. When they finished cleaning, the two of them walked back to their desk to catch up on the day’s tasks. At lunch, Anja and the rest of her friends continued to excitedly discuss Prissy Anne. “I can’t believe your mom and dad got you the doll!”, cried one girl. “I heard she is very expensive. “That doll is not all that.”, Replied another girl. After she made the remark, a moment of silence entered the area. “How can you say that Prissy is not all that?”, cried Nicole. “Yeah every girl loves Prissy!”, cried Anja. “She’s just a doll! She can’t talk or move, all she does is sits there while you do the work; just like Barbie. “You’re just mad you don’t have a Prissy Anne doll!”, snapped one girl. “Get real!”, cried the girl “ I have every Barbie known – Ballerina Barbie, Teacher Barbie, Life guard Barbie, Doctor Barbie, Christmas Barbie, Millennial Barbie, Belle of Beauty and the Beast Barbie. I even have the corvette, doll house, winnebago, life-sized Barbie, Ken and even Skipper! So I am not mad because I don’t have a precious Prissy! I don’t want her because she is not all that!” Suddenly the girls sitting at the table became very quiet once again. But a minute later, all (including Anja) mobbed her with questions. “SO do you have all her clothes that goes with all the Barbies?”, asked one girl. “Can you wear life-sized Barbie’s clothes?”, asked Anja. Question after question came about all at once as the girl sat still looking very cool and calm. After the bell rang, recess started. Amja immediately rushed to grab prissy. Out on the playground, 7 and 8 year old girls from both Anja’s class and others, swarmed the doll in her hands. It was as though Anja was a star. Little noisy girl voices filled the air as they all tried to touch and grab Prissy. Seeing the sea of girls instantly attracted the boys as well. The same two boys from the school bus earlier that morning, managed to grab Prissy and throw her around to the other boys. Panicked shrieks from girls filled the air. “Give it back!” , demanded one girl. “Give me back my doll!”, yelled Anja while trying to catch it with the other girls. Prissy was tossed from side to side around the playground as the girls proceeded to catch her. The playground seems like a football field as voiced filled it. Prissy landed in the sandbox. Amja immediately ran to grab her as she and one of the boys had a small tug-o-war going. Sand quickly dashed into the boy’s eyes causing him to scream. The playground soon became very silent with nothing heard except for the screaming pains from the boy. A teacher ran to his aid taking him to the school nurse. “Alright back to class!” cried one teacher authoritively as other teachers agreed. Moans of disappointment cam from the students as they headed back to their classes. While in class, Miss Jensen called Anja to her desk. “You can no longer have recess for the rest of the week and you have detention after school. Throwing sand in someone’s eyes is not the way to resolve a conflict.” Scolded Miss Jensen. “But Miss Jensen!”, cried Anja in a shocked tone. “All I did was pull my doll’s arm! I didn’t touch any sand.” “Other students said you thrown sand in toe boy’s face.” Cried Miss Jensen. “That’ not true!”, cried Anja immediately. “Ok”, said Miss Jensen while standing up from her desk. “Let’s ask them.” She asked the students in her class one by one and they all said yes. Even her best friend Nicole nodded her head yes in a very timid fashion. Anja dropped her mouth in shock. “I didn’t!”, she cried.
Returned to your seat.” Replied Miss Jensen. Anja slowly walked to her seat sad and confused. During the rest of the week, mischievous things happened. Broken crayons, glued seats, worms in the teacher’s desk, opened hamster cage. The two hamsters were found in the school kitchen which horrified the cafeteria workers. These situations all pointed to Anja. But worst of all, she was given a grad of ‘F’ on both her weekly spelling and math tests. It was very unusual because she would always receive no less than a ‘B’.

This was the icing on the cake to her parents’ anger. “You study every week Anja! A ‘F’? A ‘F’? Where was your mind child?” snapped her mother while looking frustrated. “We help you study, you made no less than a ‘B’ every week. So What happened?”, she father asked in a mildly scolding way. “This is so unusual, and that’s why we are giving you another chance.” Scolded her mother. But if another mishap happens from you young lady, then say good-by to TV, radio, computer, outside time, and even pageants for 3 months! Now I want you to study for next week’s test as of now. Anja continued sitting quietly on her bed as her parents walked out of the room. She continued sitting quietly with the mixed emotions of being puzzled, angry, and sad. She flopped down from the bed to her desk by the computer to study.


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Playtime! - Part 2-Sierra -- Anonymous, 17:10:01 09/18/03 Thu

How
did all of this paint get on the floor?.” Asked Nicole in a very puzzled manner. “I don’t have a clue!”. Gasped Anja “the minute I turned my back, all the paint was knocked to the floor. I didn’t touch a thing!” “I know what might have happened.”, guessed Nicole. “The wind must have knocked it all down.” “How could it?”, asked Anja as they both continued cleaning. “The window is not opened.” “Maybe it could have opened the window and closed it back.” They both started to laugh at the silly theory. When they finished cleaning, the two of them walked back to their desk to catch up on the day’s tasks. At lunch, Anja and the rest of her friends continued to excitedly discuss Prissy Anne. “I can’t believe your mom and dad got you the doll!”, cried one girl. “I heard she is very expensive. “That doll is not all that.”, Replied another girl. After she made the remark, a moment of silence entered the area. “How can you say that Prissy is not all that?”, cried Nicole. “Yeah every girl loves Prissy!”, cried Anja. “She’s just a doll! She can’t talk or move, all she does is sits there while you do the work; just like Barbie. “You’re just mad you don’t have a Prissy Anne doll!”, snapped one girl. “Get real!”, cried the girl “ I have every Barbie known – Ballerina Barbie, Teacher Barbie, Life guard Barbie, Doctor Barbie, Christmas Barbie, Millennial Barbie, Belle of Beauty and the Beast Barbie. I even have the corvette, doll house, winnebago, life-sized Barbie, Ken and even Skipper! So I am not mad because I don’t have a precious Prissy! I don’t want her because she is not all that!” Suddenly the girls sitting at the table became very quiet once again. But a minute later, all (including Anja) mobbed her with questions. “SO do you have all her clothes that goes with all the Barbies?”, asked one girl. “Can you wear life-sized Barbie’s clothes?”, asked Anja. Question after question came about all at once as the girl sat still looking very cool and calm. After the bell rang, recess started. Amja immediately rushed to grab prissy. Out on the playground, 7 and 8 year old girls from both Anja’s class and others, swarmed the doll in her hands. It was as though Anja was a star. Little noisy girl voices filled the air as they all tried to touch and grab Prissy. Seeing the sea of girls instantly attracted the boys as well. The same two boys from the school bus earlier that morning, managed to grab Prissy and throw her around to the other boys. Panicked shrieks from girls filled the air. “Give it back!” , demanded one girl. “Give me back my doll!”, yelled Anja while trying to catch it with the other girls. Prissy was tossed from side to side around the playground as the girls proceeded to catch her. The playground seems like a football field as voiced filled it. Prissy landed in the sandbox. Amja immediately ran to grab her as she and one of the boys had a small tug-o-war going. Sand quickly dashed into the boy’s eyes causing him to scream. The playground soon became very silent with nothing heard except for the screaming pains from the boy. A teacher ran to his aid taking him to the school nurse. “Alright back to class!” cried one teacher authoritively as other teachers agreed. Moans of disappointment cam from the students as they headed back to their classes. While in class, Miss Jensen called Anja to her desk. “You can no longer have recess for the rest of the week and you have detention after school. Throwing sand in someone’s eyes is not the way to resolve a conflict.” Scolded Miss Jensen. “But Miss Jensen!”, cried Anja in a shocked tone. “All I did was pull my doll’s arm! I didn’t touch any sand.” “Other students said you thrown sand in toe boy’s face.” Cried Miss Jensen. “That’ not true!”, cried Anja immediately. “Ok”, said Miss Jensen while standing up from her desk. “Let’s ask them.” She asked the students in her class one by one and they all said yes. Even her best friend Nicole nodded her head yes in a very timid fashion. Anja dropped her mouth in shock. “I didn’t!”, she cried.
Returned to your seat.” Replied Miss Jensen. Anja slowly walked to her seat sad and confused. During the rest of the week, mischievous things happened. Broken crayons, glued seats, worms in the teacher’s desk, opened hamster cage. The two hamsters were found in the school kitchen which horrified the cafeteria workers. These situations all pointed to Anja. But worst of all, she was given a grad of ‘F’ on both her weekly spelling and math tests. It was very unusual because she would always receive no less than a ‘B’.

This was the icing on the cake to her parents’ anger. “You study every week Anja! A ‘F’? A ‘F’? Where was your mind child?” snapped her mother while looking frustrated. “We help you study, you made no less than a ‘B’ every week. So What happened?”, she father asked in a mildly scolding way. “This is so unusual, and that’s why we are giving you another chance.” Scolded her mother. But if another mishap happens from you young lady, then say good-by to TV, radio, computer, outside time, and even pageants for 3 months! Now I want you to study for next week’s test as of now. Anja continued sitting quietly on her bed as her parents walked out of the room. She continued sitting quietly with the mixed emotions of being puzzled, angry, and sad. She flopped down from the bed to her desk by the computer to study.


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[> Playtime! - Part 2-Sierra -- Anonymous, 17:11:53 09/18/03 Thu

How
> did all of this paint get on the floor?.” Asked
>Nicole in a very puzzled manner. “I don’t have a
>clue!”. Gasped Anja “the minute I turned my back, all
>the paint was knocked to the floor. I didn’t touch a
>thing!” “I know what might have happened.”, guessed
>Nicole. “The wind must have knocked it all down.” “How
>could it?”, asked Anja as they both continued
>cleaning. “The window is not opened.” “Maybe it could
>have opened the window and closed it back.” They both
>started to laugh at the silly theory. When they
>finished cleaning, the two of them walked back to
>their desk to catch up on the day’s tasks. At lunch,
>Anja and the rest of her friends continued to
>excitedly discuss Prissy Anne. “I can’t believe your
>mom and dad got you the doll!”, cried one girl. “I
>heard she is very expensive. “That doll is not all
>that.”, Replied another girl. After she made the
>remark, a moment of silence entered the area. “How can
>you say that Prissy is not all that?”, cried Nicole.
>“Yeah every girl loves Prissy!”, cried Anja. “She’s
>just a doll! She can’t talk or move, all she does is
>sits there while you do the work; just like Barbie.
>“You’re just mad you don’t have a Prissy Anne doll!”,
>snapped one girl. “Get real!”, cried the girl “ I have
>every Barbie known – Ballerina Barbie, Teacher Barbie,
>Life guard Barbie, Doctor Barbie, Christmas Barbie,
>Millennial Barbie, Belle of Beauty and the Beast
>Barbie. I even have the corvette, doll house,
>winnebago, life-sized Barbie, Ken and even Skipper! So
>I am not mad because I don’t have a precious Prissy! I
>don’t want her because she is not all that!” Suddenly
>the girls sitting at the table became very quiet once
>again. But a minute later, all (including Anja) mobbed
>her with questions. “SO do you have all her clothes
>that goes with all the Barbies?”, asked one girl. “Can
>you wear life-sized Barbie’s clothes?”, asked Anja.
>Question after question came about all at once as the
>girl sat still looking very cool and calm. After the
>bell rang, recess started. Amja immediately rushed to
>grab prissy. Out on the playground, 7 and 8 year old
>girls from both Anja’s class and others, swarmed the
>doll in her hands. It was as though Anja was a star.
>Little noisy girl voices filled the air as they all
>tried to touch and grab Prissy. Seeing the sea of
>girls instantly attracted the boys as well. The same
>two boys from the school bus earlier that morning,
>managed to grab Prissy and throw her around to the
>other boys. Panicked shrieks from girls filled the
>air. “Give it back!” , demanded one girl. “Give me
>back my doll!”, yelled Anja while trying to catch it
>with the other girls. Prissy was tossed from side to
>side around the playground as the girls proceeded to
>catch her. The playground seems like a football field
>as voiced filled it. Prissy landed in the sandbox.
>Amja immediately ran to grab her as she and one of the
>boys had a small tug-o-war going. Sand quickly dashed
>into the boy’s eyes causing him to scream. The
>playground soon became very silent with nothing heard
>except for the screaming pains from the boy. A teacher
>ran to his aid taking him to the school nurse.
>“Alright back to class!” cried one teacher
>authoritively as other teachers agreed. Moans of
>disappointment cam from the students as they headed
>back to their classes. While in class, Miss Jensen
>called Anja to her desk. “You can no longer have
>recess for the rest of the week and you have detention
>after school. Throwing sand in someone’s eyes is not
>the way to resolve a conflict.” Scolded Miss Jensen.
>“But Miss Jensen!”, cried Anja in a shocked tone. “All
>I did was pull my doll’s arm! I didn’t touch any
>sand.” “Other students said you thrown sand in toe
>boy’s face.” Cried Miss Jensen. “That’ not true!”,
>cried Anja immediately. “Ok”, said Miss Jensen while
>standing up from her desk. “Let’s ask them.” She
>asked the students in her class one by one and they
>all said yes. Even her best friend Nicole nodded her
>head yes in a very timid fashion. Anja dropped her
>mouth in shock. “I didn’t!”, she cried.
>Returned to your seat.” Replied Miss Jensen. Anja
>slowly walked to her seat sad and confused. During the
>rest of the week, mischievous things happened. Broken
>crayons, glued seats, worms in the teacher’s desk,
>opened hamster cage. The two hamsters were found in
>the school kitchen which horrified the cafeteria
>workers. These situations all pointed to Anja. But
>worst of all, she was given a grad of ‘F’ on both her
>weekly spelling and math tests. It was very unusual
>because she would always receive no less than a ‘B’.
>
> This was the icing on the cake to her parents’
>anger. “You study every week Anja! A ‘F’? A ‘F’? Where
>was your mind child?” snapped her mother while looking
>frustrated. “We help you study, you made no less than
>a ‘B’ every week. So What happened?”, she father asked
>in a mildly scolding way. “This is so unusual, and
>that’s why we are giving you another chance.” Scolded
>her mother. But if another mishap happens from you
>young lady, then say good-by to TV, radio, computer,
>outside time, and even pageants for 3 months! Now I
>want you to study for next week’s test as of now. Anja
>continued sitting quietly on her bed as her parents
>walked out of the room. She continued sitting quietly
>with the mixed emotions of being puzzled, angry, and
>sad. She flopped down from the bed to her desk by the
>computer to study.


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Playtime! - Part 2-Sierra -- Anonymous, 17:08:37 09/18/03 Thu

How
did all of this paint get on the floor?.” Asked Nicole in a very puzzled manner. “I don’t have a clue!”. Gasped Anja “the minute I turned my back, all the paint was knocked to the floor. I didn’t touch a thing!” “I know what might have happened.”, guessed Nicole. “The wind must have knocked it all down.” “How could it?”, asked Anja as they both continued cleaning. “The window is not opened.” “Maybe it could have opened the window and closed it back.” They both started to laugh at the silly theory. When they finished cleaning, the two of them walked back to their desk to catch up on the day’s tasks. At lunch, Anja and the rest of her friends continued to excitedly discuss Prissy Anne. “I can’t believe your mom and dad got you the doll!”, cried one girl. “I heard she is very expensive. “That doll is not all that.”, Replied another girl. After she made the remark, a moment of silence entered the area. “How can you say that Prissy is not all that?”, cried Nicole. “Yeah every girl loves Prissy!”, cried Anja. “She’s just a doll! She can’t talk or move, all she does is sits there while you do the work; just like Barbie. “You’re just mad you don’t have a Prissy Anne doll!”, snapped one girl. “Get real!”, cried the girl “ I have every Barbie known – Ballerina Barbie, Teacher Barbie, Life guard Barbie, Doctor Barbie, Christmas Barbie, Millennial Barbie, Belle of Beauty and the Beast Barbie. I even have the corvette, doll house, winnebago, life-sized Barbie, Ken and even Skipper! So I am not mad because I don’t have a precious Prissy! I don’t want her because she is not all that!” Suddenly the girls sitting at the table became very quiet once again. But a minute later, all (including Anja) mobbed her with questions. “SO do you have all her clothes that goes with all the Barbies?”, asked one girl. “Can you wear life-sized Barbie’s clothes?”, asked Anja. Question after question came about all at once as the girl sat still looking very cool and calm. After the bell rang, recess started. Amja immediately rushed to grab prissy. Out on the playground, 7 and 8 year old girls from both Anja’s class and others, swarmed the doll in her hands. It was as though Anja was a star. Little noisy girl voices filled the air as they all tried to touch and grab Prissy. Seeing the sea of girls instantly attracted the boys as well. The same two boys from the school bus earlier that morning, managed to grab Prissy and throw her around to the other boys. Panicked shrieks from girls filled the air. “Give it back!” , demanded one girl. “Give me back my doll!”, yelled Anja while trying to catch it with the other girls. Prissy was tossed from side to side around the playground as the girls proceeded to catch her. The playground seems like a football field as voiced filled it. Prissy landed in the sandbox. Amja immediately ran to grab her as she and one of the boys had a small tug-o-war going. Sand quickly dashed into the boy’s eyes causing him to scream. The playground soon became very silent with nothing heard except for the screaming pains from the boy. A teacher ran to his aid taking him to the school nurse. “Alright back to class!” cried one teacher authoritively as other teachers agreed. Moans of disappointment cam from the students as they headed back to their classes. While in class, Miss Jensen called Anja to her desk. “You can no longer have recess for the rest of the week and you have detention after school. Throwing sand in someone’s eyes is not the way to resolve a conflict.” Scolded Miss Jensen. “But Miss Jensen!”, cried Anja in a shocked tone. “All I did was pull my doll’s arm! I didn’t touch any sand.” “Other students said you thrown sand in toe boy’s face.” Cried Miss Jensen. “That’ not true!”, cried Anja immediately. “Ok”, said Miss Jensen while standing up from her desk. “Let’s ask them.” She asked the students in her class one by one and they all said yes. Even her best friend Nicole nodded her head yes in a very timid fashion. Anja dropped her mouth in shock. “I didn’t!”, she cried.
Returned to your seat.” Replied Miss Jensen. Anja slowly walked to her seat sad and confused. During the rest of the week, mischievous things happened. Broken crayons, glued seats, worms in the teacher’s desk, opened hamster cage. The two hamsters were found in the school kitchen which horrified the cafeteria workers. These situations all pointed to Anja. But worst of all, she was given a grad of ‘F’ on both her weekly spelling and math tests. It was very unusual because she would always receive no less than a ‘B’.

This was the icing on the cake to her parents’ anger. “You study every week Anja! A ‘F’? A ‘F’? Where was your mind child?” snapped her mother while looking frustrated. “We help you study, you made no less than a ‘B’ every week. So What happened?”, she father asked in a mildly scolding way. “This is so unusual, and that’s why we are giving you another chance.” Scolded her mother. But if another mishap happens from you young lady, then say good-by to TV, radio, computer, outside time, and even pageants for 3 months! Now I want you to study for next week’s test as of now. Anja continued sitting quietly on her bed as her parents walked out of the room. She continued sitting quietly with the mixed emotions of being puzzled, angry, and sad. She flopped down from the bed to her desk by the computer to study.


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Playtime! - Part 1-Sierra -- Anonymous, 17:33:59 09/12/03 Fri

Anja Kim was as joyous as a child on Christmas day when she was crowned ‘Little Miss Glitz Cutie’. It was just as exciting as entering 2nd grade. “Let’s give all of contestants in the 7 year old division a round of applause!”, cried the MC. The ballroom rumbled in excitement as guests of the contestants heavily cheered their favorites. After crowning and awards took place, Anja’s parents took her to the toy store to buy her any toy she wanted. When she was inside the store, it was as though she entered Heaven. Her little eyes were mesmerized by the large variety of toys stacked miles long on the giant shelves. Running from section to section, Anja just couldn’t make up her mind. “No running baby.”, said her mother “this is what I want mommy!”, exclaimed Anja. What she pointed to was the doll of every little girls’ dream- ‘Prissy Anne’. The doll adorned beautiful flowing carrot red hair that reached to her knees, emerald green eyes, ivory skin, and five tiny freckles on each side of her rosy red cheeks. She came with three outfits: sleepwear, dressy wear, and casual wear. “This is the doll I’ve always wanted!”, cried Anja. “Ok then it’s all yours!”, said her mother happily. Her father happily reached for the doll which was sealed in its box and headed to the checkout. Riding home, Anja remained heavily excited. She was more excited than winning the pageant competition. After getting home, she rushed out of the car to grab the box while forgetting all about her crown, banner and 5ft trophy she won. “Slow down princess.”, warned her father lightly. She climbed the porch stairs best as she could while trying to carry the doll box in her little arms. “Let mommy help you.”, said her mother politely as she grabbed the box while opening the front door. After getting inside the house, Anja hurrily opened the box to touch the doll of her dreams. “Isn’t she beautiful?”, cried her mother while looking at the doll along with Anja. “Not as beautiful as our little girl!”, said her father happily. “Take your new toy upstairs.”, her father said kindly. “Your father is right honey, you don’t want to make a mess.”, said her mother. Anja grabbed Prissy Anne while her mother carried the box with the doll’s clothes and headed for her daughter’s room. Her shelf was filled with dolls and stuffed animals. The shelf on the other side of the room was filled with pageant crowns and under the shelf was filled with trophies from 2 ft to 5ft. and pageant banners. There was no place to put Prissy Anne because the shelves were full. “I’ll figure it out later!”, cried Anja excitedly. “We forgot your new crown and trophy sweetie!”, cried her mother. “Let me go and get it!” Anja continued to play with Prissy for about an hour. When it reached dinner time, Anja was called downstairs. “Anja sweetie, come down stairs.”, cried her mother. When she was called Anja was trying to decide where to put Prissy Anne. After a few minutes, she decided to sit her on the nightstand. Even though the lamp and Bible sat upon it, she moved the Bible. “No use for this now that Prissy is here.”, said Anja. So she placed the Bible in her drawer underneath her clothes and went downstairs. After dinner. Her mother walked Anja to her room,. In the room were all the dolls, stuffed animals, and pageant crowns which sat on the shelf now scattered all over the floor. “anja what have I told you about leaving your room messy?” said have mother. “But mom!”, cried Anja “I didn’t do it!” Anja’s eyes stretched in shock. Her room was spotless before she left for dinner. “Now you want to tell me lies?”, scolded her mother. “But mom I!” “her mother quickly interrupted her. “Well how else would this room get messy? Now I want you to clean this room and go to bed. No movie night tonight!” “Mom!”, cried Anja. “I mean it.”, said her mother firmly. After her mother left the room, Anja was completely puzzled. How on earth could her room become cluttered after getting it spotless? On the nightstand sat Prissy Anne.

While cleaning her room, Anja remained shockingly puzzled as to how her dolls, stuffed animals, and pageant crowns which sat very neatly on the shelf become cluttered on the floor. After cleaning, her mother ran her bath water to bathe and tucked her into bed afterwards. Her father came into the room to say goodnight. “I love you baby.”, said her mother as she kissed her on the cheek. “Daddy loves you too!”, replied her father in a loving fashion as she kissed her on the cheek. “Don’t forget to say your prayers.”, he continued “Yes daddy.”, said Anja happily. After her parents left the room, she still wondered how on earth could her room become cluttered with no one in it. Sitting up in the bed and turning on the night light, Anja grabbed Prissy Anne from the night stand. “I wonder just how my room got messy? Nobody knows except you; right Prissy?, said Anja softly as she kissed Prissy on the cheek and lied down while holding her in her arms. In the morning while getting ready for school, Anja decided to take Prissy along with her. “No way Anja!”, replied her mother, “you might lose her!” “I promise I won’t! Please let me take her!”, pleaded Anja. “Ok”, said her mother with a convinced look. “But if you lose her, your dad and I won’t buy you another one!”, her mother replied. “I promise I won’t!”, exclaimed Anja happily as her father looked on. “There’s the bus princess!”, cried her father. After kissing her parents goodbye for the dad, Anja boarded the school bus. After boarding, the sight of Prissy Anne immediately drew the attention of every girl on the bus/. “Prissy Anne!”, cried on girl excitedly as a mob of 7 – 8 year old girls gathered around the tiny primadonna. They all took turns holding her and playing in her hair as Anja supervised in excitement. Seeing all the girls gathered around drew the boys attention as well. “Hey I got a doll!”, cried on e boy as he grabbed it while giving it another boy as they both laughed. “Give it back!”, cried Anja as she reached for it. Seconds later there was a tug-o-war going on; boys on one side pulling the doll’s hair and the girls on the other side pulling her legs. Stopping the bus, the bus driver took charge of the mischievous situation. “Everyone back in your seats or I will let the principal know about this!”, the commotion died down as the kids took their seats. When Anja sat down, her and another girl sitting beside her played with Prissy as two other girls who sat in the front and back seats of them watched on. After getting to school, Anja went to class and placed her coat on the coat rack with the other kids. She tried to take Prissy Anne to her desk but was stopped by her teacher Miss Jensen. “No Anja, you have to sit the doll with the rest of the toys.”, Miss Jensen said. “Please Miss Jensen can I keep her with me?”, , asked Anja. “No you’ll have to put her away.”, replied Miss Jensen in a polite but firm tone, “You can get her back at recess.” When Anja placed the doll in the toy area, Miss Jensen became a little angry. “What have you done?”, asked Miss Jensen in a light, scolding manner. “What did I do?”, Anja innocently asked. “You mean you don’t know what you’ve done?”, replied Miss Jensen. “You spilled paint all over the floor after I told you and the rest of the class that painting was off limits for a month.” “I didn’t touch any paint!”, cried Anja shockingly. Paint of every color was knocked on the floor which made it look like a psychedelic rainbow as the morning sun gleamed in. “Get all of this paint cleaned up. “, cried Miss Jensen while handing paper towels to Anja as the class looked on quietly. “I’ll help too!”, cried Anja’s classmate and best friend Nicole. “GO right ahead.”, said Miss Jensen. As Nicole headed to help Anja, Prissy Anne sat idlely silent as a doll should.


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Playtime! - Part 1-Sierra -- Anonymous, 17:32:32 09/12/03 Fri

Anja Kim was as joyous as a child on Christmas day when she was crowned ‘Little Miss Glitz Cutie’. It was just as exciting as entering 2nd grade. “Let’s give all of contestants in the 7 year old division a round of applause!”, cried the MC. The ballroom rumbled in excitement as guests of the contestants heavily cheered their favorites. After crowning and awards took place, Anja’s parents took her to the toy store to buy her any toy she wanted. When she was inside the store, it was as though she entered Heaven. Her little eyes were mesmerized by the large variety of toys stacked miles long on the giant shelves. Running from section to section, Anja just couldn’t make up her mind. “No running baby.”, said her mother “this is what I want mommy!”, exclaimed Anja. What she pointed to was the doll of every little girls’ dream- ‘Prissy Anne’. The doll adorned beautiful flowing carrot red hair that reached to her knees, emerald green eyes, ivory skin, and five tiny freckles on each side of her rosy red cheeks. She came with three outfits: sleepwear, dressy wear, and casual wear. “This is the doll I’ve always wanted!”, cried Anja. “Ok then it’s all yours!”, said her mother happily. Her father happily reached for the doll which was sealed in its box and headed to the checkout. Riding home, Anja remained heavily excited. She was more excited than winning the pageant competition. After getting home, she rushed out of the car to grab the box while forgetting all about her crown, banner and 5ft trophy she won. “Slow down princess.”, warned her father lightly. She climbed the porch stairs best as she could while trying to carry the doll box in her little arms. “Let mommy help you.”, said her mother politely as she grabbed the box while opening the front door. After getting inside the house, Anja hurrily opened the box to touch the doll of her dreams. “Isn’t she beautiful?”, cried her mother while looking at the doll along with Anja. “Not as beautiful as our little girl!”, said her father happily. “Take your new toy upstairs.”, her father said kindly. “Your father is right honey, you don’t want to make a mess.”, said her mother. Anja grabbed Prissy Anne while her mother carried the box with the doll’s clothes and headed for her daughter’s room. Her shelf was filled with dolls and stuffed animals. The shelf on the other side of the room was filled with pageant crowns and under the shelf was filled with trophies from 2 ft to 5ft. and pageant banners. There was no place to put Prissy Anne because the shelves were full. “I’ll figure it out later!”, cried Anja excitedly. “We forgot your new crown and trophy sweetie!”, cried her mother. “Let me go and get it!” Anja continued to play with Prissy for about an hour. When it reached dinner time, Anja was called downstairs. “Anja sweetie, come down stairs.”, cried her mother. When she was called Anja was trying to decide where to put Prissy Anne. After a few minutes, she decided to sit her on the nightstand. Even though the lamp and Bible sat upon it, she moved the Bible. “No use for this now that Prissy is here.”, said Anja. So she placed the Bible in her drawer underneath her clothes and went downstairs. After dinner. Her mother walked Anja to her room,. In the room were all the dolls, stuffed animals, and pageant crowns which sat on the shelf now scattered all over the floor. “anja what have I told you about leaving your room messy?” said have mother. “But mom!”, cried Anja “I didn’t do it!” Anja’s eyes stretched in shock. Her room was spotless before she left for dinner. “Now you want to tell me lies?”, scolded her mother. “But mom I!” “her mother quickly interrupted her. “Well how else would this room get messy? Now I want you to clean this room and go to bed. No movie night tonight!” “Mom!”, cried Anja. “I mean it.”, said her mother firmly. After her mother left the room, Anja was completely puzzled. How on earth could her room become cluttered after getting it spotless? On the nightstand sat Prissy Anne.

While cleaning her room, Anja remained shockingly puzzled as to how her dolls, stuffed animals, and pageant crowns which sat very neatly on the shelf become cluttered on the floor. After cleaning, her mother ran her bath water to bathe and tucked her into bed afterwards. Her father came into the room to say goodnight. “I love you baby.”, said her mother as she kissed her on the cheek. “Daddy loves you too!”, replied her father in a loving fashion as she kissed her on the cheek. “Don’t forget to say your prayers.”, he continued “Yes daddy.”, said Anja happily. After her parents left the room, she still wondered how on earth could her room become cluttered with no one in it. Sitting up in the bed and turning on the night light, Anja grabbed Prissy Anne from the night stand. “I wonder just how my room got messy? Nobody knows except you; right Prissy?, said Anja softly as she kissed Prissy on the cheek and lied down while holding her in her arms. In the morning while getting ready for school, Anja decided to take Prissy along with her. “No way Anja!”, replied her mother, “you might lose her!” “I promise I won’t! Please let me take her!”, pleaded Anja. “Ok”, said her mother with a convinced look. “But if you lose her, your dad and I won’t buy you another one!”, her mother replied. “I promise I won’t!”, exclaimed Anja happily as her father looked on. “There’s the bus princess!”, cried her father. After kissing her parents goodbye for the dad, Anja boarded the school bus. After boarding, the sight of Prissy Anne immediately drew the attention of every girl on the bus/. “Prissy Anne!”, cried on girl excitedly as a mob of 7 – 8 year old girls gathered around the tiny primadonna. They all took turns holding her and playing in her hair as Anja supervised in excitement. Seeing all the girls gathered around drew the boys attention as well. “Hey I got a doll!”, cried on e boy as he grabbed it while giving it another boy as they both laughed. “Give it back!”, cried Anja as she reached for it. Seconds later there was a tug-o-war going on; boys on one side pulling the doll’s hair and the girls on the other side pulling her legs. Stopping the bus, the bus driver took charge of the mischievous situation. “Everyone back in your seats or I will let the principal know about this!”, the commotion died down as the kids took their seats. When Anja sat down, her and another girl sitting beside her played with Prissy as two other girls who sat in the front and back seats of them watched on. After getting to school, Anja went to class and placed her coat on the coat rack with the other kids. She tried to take Prissy Anne to her desk but was stopped by her teacher Miss Jensen. “No Anja, you have to sit the doll with the rest of the toys.”, Miss Jensen said. “Please Miss Jensen can I keep her with me?”, , asked Anja. “No you’ll have to put her away.”, replied Miss Jensen in a polite but firm tone, “You can get her back at recess.” When Anja placed the doll in the toy area, Miss Jensen became a little angry. “What have you done?”, asked Miss Jensen in a light, scolding manner. “What did I do?”, Anja innocently asked. “You mean you don’t know what you’ve done?”, replied Miss Jensen. “You spilled paint all over the floor after I told you and the rest of the class that painting was off limits for a month.” “I didn’t touch any paint!”, cried Anja shockingly. Paint of every color was knocked on the floor which made it look like a psychedelic rainbow as the morning sun gleamed in. “Get all of this paint cleaned up. “, cried Miss Jensen while handing paper towels to Anja as the class looked on quietly. “I’ll help too!”, cried Anja’s classmate and best friend Nicole. “GO right ahead.”, said Miss Jensen. As Nicole headed to help Anja, Prissy Anne sat idlely silent as a doll should.


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North American Pageant -- Anonymous, 21:34:19 07/10/03 Thu

North American Pageants is searching for it's inaugural queens. A Teen Miss North American (13-19 single), Miss North American (20 and up single, widowed or divorced), Ms. North American (18 and up Full-figured) and Mrs. North American (18 and up married) will be crowned.

The North American Pageant will be in historic Baltimore, MD in August 2004 at the Boston Street Theater. Pageant activities will include a tour of the Baltimore Inner Harbor, welcome reception, a coronation ball and seminars on how to be promote one's title and platform. You must plan to attend the first North American Pageant.

Great prizes are awaiting each and every delegate. Entry fees are exceptionally low at $800 which include tickets to all tours, seminars, welcome reception and coronation ball. Also this entry fee will include hotel accommodations for each delegate (a shared double room with another delegate) plus a quarter page ad in the national program book.

Do you think you have what is takes to be the first to wear the North American grand crown? Do not wait enter the North American Pageant today.

If you are interested in being a state delegate for the North American Pageant please contact me today. Also we are looking for state director's and since this is our inaugural year there is no franchise fee.

I hope you beome a part of the North American Pageant family!

Warmly,

Peta-Gay Lewis
Executive Director North American Pageant
3008 Kidder Road
Clinton, MD 20735
(202)398-3536
www.northamericanpageant.com

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THE STARS ALWAYS SHINE AT STARQUEST -- Anonymous, 19:12:03 07/06/03 Sun




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November 2, 2003 Holiday Inn Charleston, WV Miss West Virginia United States Jr/Teen/Miss/Mrs. -- Anonymous, 20:17:44 06/30/03 Mon


Miss West Virginia 2004
November 2, 2003 Holiday, Inn Charleston

We are searching for the new Miss West Virginia United States. Jr. Teen Teen, Miss and Mrs.. Winners of this fabulous state event go on to Perfect Pageant Productions Miss United States, winners from Nationals have the opportunity to go on to Miss Oktoberfest in Ontario, Cananda and Miss & Miss Teen Tourism World


State Director

Call or write for you entry form today.....One day event
We will be honoring Kayla Davis Miss Teen West Virginia 2003


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[> Re: November 2, 2003 Holiday Inn Charleston, WV Miss West Virginia United States Jr/Teen/Miss/Mrs. -- Anonymous, 20:18:53 06/30/03 Mon

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>We are searching for the new Miss West Virginia United
>States. Jr. Teen Teen, Miss and Mrs.. Winners of this
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>Productions Miss United States, winners from Nationals
>have the opportunity to go on to Miss Oktoberfest in
>Ontario, Cananda and Miss & Miss Teen Tourism World
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>Call or write for you
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A Happy Visit-Pt 2Finale- Sierra -- Anonymous, 11:35:07 06/21/03 Sat

“OH MY GOD!”, gasped Amber while holding her hand over her mouth, eyes wide, and emotionally stunned. “HEY!!!!”, she shouted. “HEEEEYYYYY!!!!!” There was no answer. Still in fear, she slowly walked down the hallway. At the end of of it was a window. The thin white curtains blew in the brisk breeze. Amber hurrily ran towards the window to escape. But the fear she felt quickly changed to absolute terror seeing the window slowly and supernaturally disappear and changing to a white wall. As the window disappeared, a white glow shined at its borders as the window slowly vanished. “Where am I?!!!” yelled Amber hysterically. “WHERE HAVE TO TAKEN ME YOU OL’ HAG WITCH!?!!!” Continuing to slowly back away from the window, she finally decided to try one of the doors. She opened one door very slowly and witnessed a horrible paranormal incident. Inside the room was pitch black with bursts of white lights flashing. The lights kept blinking on and off. To make matters worse, there was a long chain about 50 ft from the ceiling. Hanging from the chain was a female corpse who appeared to be decayed. The skin was as wrinkled as an old potato. The hair was hip length and white. The corpse has no eyes and the body worn a white evening gown smothered with dirt stains. On the head of the corpse was a dirt stained tiara and across the body was a sash smeared in dirt. The chain swung the hanging corpse left and right through the blinking lights. “AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Amber screamed. “YOU EVIL,SICK, DERANGED, MANIACS! “WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME!!!” WHAT DO YOU WANT!?!!!” Her fear suddenly turned to anger because as she opened the other doors, she found the same incident. This time, there were additional swinging corpses hanging form 50ft chains. All wore dirt smeared evening gowns, sashes, and tiaras while slowly swinging left and right from 50ft chains. Their hair was also hip length and white and their skin was decayed. The corpses also did not have eyes but only sockets. The flashing lights continued. Amber hurrily slammed the door, ran to another door still finding the swinging corpses in the flashing lights. But that all quickly changed. The next door she opened led to the back of the old house of the elderly couple. The 3ft wheat stalks surrounded the house as the soft wind caused it to bend. Amber smiled and very was very relieved while quickly turning to inspect the area. She continued doing a few joyful circular turns and quickly ran off fearing the unknown. But safety turned to bitter disappointment. As she ran, she was quickly returned to the room of the swinging corpses. “NOOOOO!!!!!!!” Amber screamed as she walked around in the room while trembling. The flashing lights made it look as though she and the swinging corpses were moving in slow motion. While looking for freedom in panicked terror. Amber became traumatically disappointed. She accidentally bumped into one of the corpses when she happened to look behind her as she ran. Since the corpse caused her to stop, she looked at it’s sockets where its eyes used to be, With a frightened look on her face, she watched it swing into the blinking lights. Then all of a sudden, another 50ft chain dropped down from the ceiling. As soon as Amber jumped to the side just a little, the swinging corpse she was starring at quickly grabbed her, landed on the ground by foot, and hung her on the chain. Amber screamed as if she was sentenced to eternal death. The screams were instantly stopped since the corpse stuck the chain through her neck. Outside the home of the elderly couple came a shiny red corvette. It pulled up on the side of the house. Out of the car came a young woman in her 20’s. Approaching the porch of the couple
while watching them slowly rock back and forth in their rocking chairs, she pleasantly asked asked “Excuse me, but where’s the nearest highway?” The elderly couple slowly turned to look at each other as the both of them wore wicked grins. Back in the mysterious room, Amber’s corpse swung in the flashing lights as her eyes were no longer in their sockets. Her corpse swung, swung, and swung as the rest.


THE END


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[> Re: A Happy Visit-Pt 2Finale- Sierra -- Anonymous, 15:54:12 06/24/03 Tue

This storey is GREAT! very ironic! Write MORE!


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[> Re: A Happy Visit-Pt 2Finale -- Anonymous, 15:55:17 06/24/03 Tue

That story was GREAT! Very ironic! Write more!


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THE STARS ALWAYS SHINE AT STARQUEST -- Anonymous, 14:28:45 06/24/03 Tue




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WHO WILL BE NEXT'S MONTH STAR?
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THE STARS ALWAYS SHINE AT STARQUEST -- Anonymous, 14:27:43 06/24/03 Tue




*~STARS ALWAYS SHINE AT STARQUEST!~*








WHO WILL BE NEXT'S MONTH STAR?
IT MAY BE YOUR CHANCE TO SHINE!
NEXT DEADLINE JULY 20TH
THIS MONTH WE HAVE 100 OVERALL
50 MINI 50 OVERALL NATURAL
AND AGE DIVISION NATURAL
AND GLAM WINNERS
AND A PHOTOTOP WINNER!


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A Happy Visit! – Pt. 1- Sierra -- Anonymous, 15:06:00 06/20/03 Fri

In a rural area with opened space, surrounded by green grass bending from the soft wind, stood a house of Victorian architecture. From out of the front door came a girl of slender build. Her hair golden, long and sleek as it waved backward in the rural air. The sun light shimmered in her sky blue eyes and glared against her ivory skin. Being Miss Dazzling Beauty USA, makes it mandatory to stay a slender build. Her outfit was a pair of light stone wash blue jeans and a sky blue fitted cropped top. Horizontally distant from the house stood another home about a 10 min walk away. It was of Appalachian structure, an antique. It was light brown, but the aged paint caused its color to peel revealing a wooded color.
To the girl’s curiosity, she wondered who lived there. The home has been abandoned during the full 19 years she lived in her Victorian dwelling. But for nearly five months, the old, brown home had obtained residence. The girl decided to walk over and perhaps politely introduce
herself if anyone is there. She decided to walk over to the home. The closer she came, the more curious she became. Drawing near to the home caused her to trial through the wheat field standing 3 ft high which surrounded the home. As she got closer, she became gleeful the moment she saw the elderly couple calmly swinging back in their rocking chairs on the porch. The couple seemed pleased to have a visitor. “Hello young lady.”, replied the woman pleasantly. “You must be Amber Gretchen.” A joyful shock appeared on Amber’s face. “How did you know my name”, answered Amber enthusiacally. “Well being that you are the current Miss Dazzling Beauty USA, how could I not know.” “You’re into beauty pageants?” asked Amber excitedly. “Sure!”, cried the woman. She gently touched the knee of her husband as they both slowly rocked back and forth in their chairs. “The both of us watch it all the time!” Dazzling Beauty USA is a big league competition so we must keep up
with it!” “WOW!”, replied Amber in amazement. “Actually I’m on a little break right now.”, she continued. “I grew up in the house right across the field. This house was always abandoned. Five months ago, I had noticed people living in it but I never had the opportunity to introduce myself. You know Dazzling Beauty representatives are always busy. But I’m glad to have the opportunity to meet my neighbors!”, It’s an honor to meet you my dear!”, replied the woman in a friendly tone. “We bought this house because we love country sceneries and the area is very quiet.” Her husband happily added “And when we found out Miss Dazzling Beauty lived just up yonder away, it made us never regret the day of purchase.” “Thank you!”, Amber happily replied. “Why don’t you come inside dear and see my pageant collection!”, cried the woman. “Really?”, asked amber eagerly. “You have a pageant collection?” “Oh yes!”, said the woman joyfully. “I collect tons of pageant items! Pageants always touch my heart. Would you like to come inside and take a look?” “Sure!” replied Amber excitedly. “Okay” smile the woman as her husband happily looked on. “Come on in to our humble home and I’ll show you!”, cried the woman as she and her husband left their rocking chairs to go inside of the house. Amber happily raced up the four rustic, creeking stairs to follow behind the couple inside the house. The woman entered first as the husband held the screen door open for both his wife and Amber. After happily going inside, she instantly became introduced to a narrow hallway about 200 ft long. The wife was suddenly gone. The walls were gleaming white. The doors were cotton candy pink with a shiny sliver doorknob. Amber became shockingly puzzled for the fact that such an old house having 200ft long hallway with doors 3ft apart from each other and the doors on the opposite side of the wall standing directly in front of the other. Gasping in shock, she swiftly turned her head and found the husband gone. What was even more eerie was the front of the house from which the three of them came, suddenly became non-existent as she witnessed a white wall where the front door was.


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[> Re: A Happy Visit! – Pt. 1- Sierra -- Anonymous, 15:07:33 06/20/03 Fri

>In a rural area with opened space,
>surrounded by green grass bending from the soft wind,
>stood a house of Victorian architecture. From out of
>the front door came a girl of slender build. Her hair
>golden, long and sleek as it waved backward in the
>rural air. The sun light shimmered in her sky blue
>eyes and glared against her ivory skin. Being Miss
>Dazzling Beauty USA, makes it mandatory to stay a
>slender build. Her outfit was a pair of light stone
>wash blue jeans and a sky blue fitted cropped top.
>Horizontally distant from the house stood another home
>about a 10 min walk away. It was of Appalachian
>structure, an antique. It was light brown, but the
>aged paint caused its color to peel revealing a wooded
>color.
> To the girl’s curiosity, she wondered who lived
>there. The home has been abandoned during the full 19
>years she lived in her Victorian dwelling. But for
>nearly five months, the old, brown home had obtained
>residence. The girl decided to walk over and perhaps
>politely introduce
>herself if anyone is there. She decided to walk over
>to the home. The closer she came, the more curious she
>became. Drawing near to the home caused her to trial
>through the wheat field standing 3 ft high which
>surrounded the home. As she got closer, she became
>gleeful the moment she saw the elderly couple calmly
>swinging back in their rocking chairs on the porch.
>The couple seemed pleased to have a visitor. “Hello
>young lady.”, replied the woman pleasantly. “You must
>be Amber Gretchen.” A joyful shock appeared on Amber’s
>face. “How did you know my name”, answered Amber
>enthusiacally. “Well being that you are the current
>Miss Dazzling Beauty USA, how could I not know.”
>“You’re into beauty pageants?” asked Amber excitedly.
>“Sure!”, cried the woman. She gently touched the knee
>of her husband as they both slowly rocked back and
>forth in their chairs. “The both of us watch it all
>the time!” Dazzling Beauty USA is a big league
>competition so we must keep up
>with it!” “WOW!”, replied Amber in amazement.
>“Actually I’m on a little break right now.”, she
>continued. “I grew up in the house right across the
>field. This house was always abandoned. Five months
>ago, I had noticed people living in it but I never had
>the opportunity to introduce myself. You know Dazzling
>Beauty representatives are always busy. But I’m glad
>to have the opportunity to meet my neighbors!”, It’s
>an honor to meet you my dear!”, replied the woman in a
>friendly tone. “We bought this house because we love
>country sceneries and the area is very quiet.” Her
>husband happily added “And when we found out Miss
>Dazzling Beauty lived just up yonder away, it made us
>never regret the day of purchase.” “Thank you!”,
>Amber happily replied. “Why don’t you come inside dear
>and see my pageant collection!”, cried the woman.
>“Really?”, asked amber eagerly. “You have a pageant
>collection?” “Oh yes!”, said the woman joyfully. “I
>collect tons of pageant items! Pageants always touch
>my heart. Would you like to come inside and take a
>look?” “Sure!” replied Amber excitedly. “Okay” smile
>the woman as her husband happily looked on. “Come on
>in to our humble home and I’ll show you!”, cried the
>woman as she and her husband left their rocking chairs
>to go inside of the house. Amber happily raced up the
>four rustic, creeking stairs to follow behind the
>couple inside the house. The woman entered first as
>the husband held the screen door open for both his
>wife and Amber. After happily going inside, she
>instantly became introduced to a narrow hallway about
>200 ft long. The wife was suddenly gone. The walls
>were gleaming white. The doors were cotton candy pink
>with a shiny sliver doorknob. Amber became shockingly
>puzzled for the fact that such an old house having
>200ft long hallway with doors 3ft apart from each
>other and the doors on the opposite side of the wall
>standing directly in front of the other. Gasping in
>shock, she swiftly turned her head and found the
>husband gone. What was even more eerie was the front
>of the house from which the three of them came,
>suddenly became non-existent as she witnessed a white
>wall where the front door was.


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[> [> Re: A Happy Visit! – Pt. 1- Sierra -- Anonymous, 18:38:04 06/20/03 Fri

I am in SUSPENSE! Can't wait to read what happens next!!


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Persecuting girls who behave normally -- Anonymous, 14:59:45 06/25/02 Tue

Pageants help girls to be lady like when they are older thier is nothing wrong with it. the same people who hates these things wants to force girls to reject thier natural femininity and act more masculine like forcing them to play contact boy sports like soccer, football martial arts, etc


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[> Re: Persecuting girls who behave normally -- Anonymous, 17:04:05 06/27/02 Thu

Coming is a message board based on FICTION to accuse anyone of not kissing pageant hiney for your financial gain as a director or some vendor is downright mental! The gossip and backstabbing that goes on in pageants at times in real life is far more horrendous than these stories.


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[> [> Re: Persecuting girls who behave normally -- Anonymous, 17:06:05 06/27/02 Thu

>Coming on a message board based on FICTION to accuse
>anyone of not kissing pageant hiney for your financial
>gain as a director or some vendor is downright mental!
> The gossip and backstabbing that goes on in pageants
>at times in real life is far more horrendous than
>these stories.


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[> [> Re: Persecuting girls who behave normally -- Anonymous, 10:30:46 06/28/02 Fri

Attack on Beauty Pageants

The attack on girls and womin in beauty pageants is a clear example of misogynist bigotry, they hatefully attack and insult the girls and womin personally, they don't just criticize the pageant program, the attacks are hateful and personal. This is designed to oppress and stigmatize little girls and womin who choose to participate in pageants and have a residual effect of making females afraid to express their femininity. In backward patriarchal societies like the United States and fundamentalist Muslim countries every expression of femininity is suppressed. In the United States, girls are encouraged at early age to dress like boys, act like boys, play sports like boys and god forbid that any girl should express her own independent feminine qualities in public. Those who fear her femininity suppress any expression of it, to keep feminine womin out of public life and out of success and power. In some societies even more repressive than the U.S., womin are forced to wear black shrouds to hide themselves from public view, in the U.S., putting girls in boy's clothes serves as the shroud to cover up their femininity. There is also an attempt to keep little girls from looking to feminine role models, that's why the attacks are usually on the womin themselves using personal insults rather than just criticizing the way the pageant is presented.
In free societies people have the right of freedom of association, to express their own identity and are free to relate to others in their own way without oppression. Beauty pageants are a symbol of freedom, independence and personal excellence for femin, a development of their own personal qualities. The misogynists want to deny femin the right to develop their own personal qualities, beauty, grace, poise, talent, public speaking skills, etc., this is certainly repressive and discriminatory.
The hateful attacks on girls and womin in beauty pageants by insulting them personally is an attack on the rights of femin themselves. What if a group of Neo-Nazis were outside of the Jewish meeting condemning them with hateful threats and attacking their right to the choose to be Jewish and saying they have no right to practice their faith? What should they do? Should Jews run and hide, should they disband their organization, hide their heads in the sand and tolerate this outrage? Womin must stand up for themselves, these feminazis are a threat to all womin everywhere in the world and must be condemned with the same outrage as all bigoted groups.
Saying hateful things against those who appear in beauty pageants is anti-feminine harassment, its puts womin on the defensive for simply be a beautiful, feminine womon. Only girls are attacked, there's not one word against little boys being pageants, and there are little Miss. and Mr. pageants. They only protest pageants where they express feminine beauty and goodness. Why don't they protest women in combative activities, i.e.; boxing which insights violence against womin, or protest transvestite contests, or girls forced into abusive contact sports? But those self-destructive activities are consistent with the androgynous agenda.
Prejudice against womin aspiring to be beautiful, smart and accomplished is so unreasonable that pageant detracters constantly lie about the womin in pageants by stereotyping them as dumb, when in reality in most pageants, they are exceptionally intelligent. The Miss America Pageant has high academic requirements -- there are no dumb womin in the Miss America system, only dumb critics of the pageant. On a AOL message board one bitch called womin in the Miss America Pageant, "Little miss homemakers, [who] have a pretty face and a nice body and no brains."
Among the finalists in this year's Miss America, one lady finished 1st in her law class and another had a 3.99 grade point average in biogenetics at Stanford. It is typical in the Miss America Pageant, to have womin who have or are pursuing degrees in medicine, law, journalism and the sciences with high grade point averages, some are very talented musicians, singers, dancers, they are volunteers in community services and have remarkable lists of accomplishments, and are among the finest examples of womin the country has to offer.
Such prejudice exposes this person's ignorant contempt for womin's identity and natural roles, there is the snide put downs of their future roles of being a homemaker, wife and mother, and the stereotyping of womin who are beautiful, smart and successful as being pretty but dumb. Womin have faced such prejudice for generations. Womin who are smart, accomplished and who have achieved success are disregarded as being just a pretty face, such misogynist bigots refuse to ever recognize womin's abilities or accomplishments, and most hatefully, insult their identity and roles as womin.
I wonder what people like those critics have accomplished, what are their academic credentials, what value are they to society? From such stupid statements you can infer that they are frustrated, jealous fools.
One of the important elements of beauty pageants must be the ability of femin to overcome the attempt by others to stereotype them and to denigrate and persecute them. Femin must be strong psychologically and emotionally and have the resolve to be themselves -- to be feminine and proud -- they msut never apologize for being beautiful and they must not lower themselves to the level of their enemies. In the pageant, judges must look to reward and encourage those femin who are strong and confident in their femininity and are able to effectively deal with the persecution they face from hostile, prejudiced elements of society with grace and dignity.

Kim Emery(1) says, "Pageantry gives so much to those involved that it seems a shame that this is happening. I know that competing in pageants has returned to me the self-confidence that was taken from me when I was in a serious accident that left me with a physical disability. It has given me the opportunity to inspire others to reach for their goals, despite their physical limitations. Competing also allows us to meet new people and obtain wonderful public relations skills that will only help us in the future."

The girl hating sickos in the media and elsewhere are intentionally trying to promote hatred and fear of femininity and to incite child molesters to target girls in beauty pageants out of wishful thinking so they can use those crimes to persecute femininity just as they have exploited JonBenet's murder. These are the same fiends who support psychologically molesting children in the public schools by exposing them to homosodomite pornography and other obscene material designed to seduce them into that deadly lifestyle. The media does not condemn such real child abuse nor does the mainstream media even report what's really going on in the schools. The media themselves are purveyors of violence marketed to children to insight violence in children, they also produce programs that contain some of the most obscene, perverse, immoral subhuman behavior to be found anywhere--and show it on television, in prime time, so lots of children will see it and imitate the immorality. These hateful attacks against pageant girls is abuse that terrorizes girls everywhere and intimidates them into being afraid to be feminine. The devils then use this fear of femininity to lure them into abusive activities, such as boy's sports, lesbianism, and other freakish behaviors designed to destroy the femininity in them that they have been brainwashed into hating and fearing.
"Pageants are obscene to the point of child abuse and I think they should be banned," said Judi Wall of Richmond.(1)
That is a threat of political violence to outlaw the right of girls to dress and look like girls and obscenity is a label that is used to ban unpopular expressions. This a violent threat that must be fought by any means available. Anyone who threatens innocent little girls and slanders them by calling them obscene doesn't deserve to have their rights respected and doesn't deserve to live. People who falsely accuse good and loving parents of being child abusers for instilling self respect and moral virtue in their daughters are evil, anti-social pathogens that should be sued for slander. Those personal attacks, when directed against individual persons are abusive to the children and slanderous to the reputation of good parents.
Some have said that pageants are just another activity like sports, while others have countered that they're not the same, implying that a girl who plays boy's sports is normal (in this perverse society that is). It's not the same, pageants are just getting dressed up and speaking and performing on stage, a good wholesome personal development activity, while pushing girls into boys sports is abusive persecution of her femininity. Wanting to the beautiful, develop her talents, public speaking skills, meeting the academic requirements, doing community service and maintaining good moral character while expressing her personality can hardly be compared with pushing a girl into contact sports where she is abused, verbally harassed, insulted, and demeaned, where her every feminine expression and feeling is aggressively belittled and oppressed and where she is physically knocked around and forced to behave in aggressive ways to pervert her very nature as a female.
Greg Bach reported(4) that: "A study by the Minnesota Amateur Sports Commission found that 45.3 percent of the children surveyed said they had been called names, yelled at and insulted while playing sports while 17.5 percent reported that they had been hit, kicked and slapped and 21.5 percent said they had been pressured to play with an injury. Furthermore, 8 percent said they have been called names with sexual connotations and 3.4 percent reported that they had been pressured into sex or sexual touching."
That hostile environment, and the fact that combative sports is inherently abusive to girls, is why competitive sports is not appropriate for girls. To the degree that such conduct is imposed on girls in beauty pageants it is equally inappropriate.
'Pageant moms' are ridiculed while soccer moms are celebrated as the approved form of abuse used turn girls into boys and make them suitable weapons of the state. They attack pageant moms but not parents who put boys and girls in contact sports together, worst of all martial arts, they don't attack parents who let their kids become homosodomites or transvestites, they only attack the parents who encourage their daughters to be virtuous, feminine ladies.
They say, "let them be kids, don't make them grow up too soon", that is what they are doing, being kids, they are girls being girls, and that, I believe is their real objection, they don't want girls to be girls, they want them to be boys. The phrase "boys will be boys" is not only accepted as normal but often is used to make excuses for the worst behavior of boys and men, but in this culture girls are not encouraged to be girls. This hostile society makes kids to grow up too fast, they wont leave them alone to play and pretend. Playing dress up, performing, living out the princess fantasy is being a girl, so shut the hell up and let girls be girls. Its a shame that girls have to confront the hate, persecution and misogynist bigotry at such a young age.
A proud pageant mom (4)declared, "I am proud to say that I am the mother of Little Miss West Deptford, 1995...But now, in the many months since the tragic -- and yet unsolved -- murder of JonBenet, people view pageants, their participants, and the parents who encourage them with a jaded eye, a wary suspicion. Words like "inappropriate," "voyeuristic," and even "child abuse" are thrown around, as if having a child tap dance in front of a panel of judges makes a parent automatically guilty of some sort of unspeakably lurid behavior."
She went on to say, "I am not my daughter...She enjoys talking with people, laughing loud, and making noise, as evidenced by her love of cheerleading...She has always enjoyed making up and making believe, and she's a born performer. She likes being noticed by a crowd, being applauded, and putting on a show. Even when she was all of two years old, she liked to adorn herself in my mother's jewelry (since I didn't own any) and dance around the house, brush in hand as makeshift microphone, lip-synching to "Girls Just Want To Have Fun" while the family laughed. But it still took me by surprise when, at age six, she asked to participate in her first pageant. But she pleaded through my panic, "Come on, Mom. Katie's doing it, and it will be fun, and everyone will get to see me dance. Please!" and I reluctantly relented."
She concluded,(4) "They emphasize fun, not competition, and many of the girls become close with one another because of the shared experience." "I have learned to congratulate and celebrate these girls who are so different from me" "After all, the girls just want to have fun -- and isn't that what being a kid is all about?"
"Although proponents say pageant fever is no different from that surrounding Little League or T-ball, UK professor Vernon Wiehe disagrees. "My concern is these beauty pageants inappropriately sexualize young children and they give a message to the adult population -- including sex abusers -- that children are sexual objects,"..."The point of the matter is there are pedophiles out there in numbers none of us like to think about. It's risky business," said Theresa Morian, a social worker and family services clinician for the state in Jessamine County."
From where do they imagine these things? Their own sick, deranged mind. Normal human beings look at these little girls and see sweetness and purity and are inspired with love and protect desires -- the inhuman devils look at little girls and see sexual objects, in fact objects of scorn and hatred and mercilessly attack them. These girl hating perverts shouldn't be looking at girls at all, and they must be kept away from girls whatever it takes -- such inhuman viruses should be exterminated.
What is so evil in its twisted irony, is that the media and others like them would never insinuate that a homosodomite is responsible for inviting violence against oneself. Nor should anyone. If anyone made the slightest insinuation that a gay or lesbian, no matter how obscene or pornographic their displays, was responsible for violent attacks against gays or lesbians, they would condemn such statements to high hell and stop at nothing to sensor anyone making such statements. Yet these same inhuman, misogynist, monsters continue to blame womin and even innocent little girls for violence committed against them simply for being beautiful, appearing in public and behaving in feminine ways. We are now at war against a system, that, at the same time, exploits the killing of a gay or lesbian to suppress any dissent against that lifestyle, while exploiting the killing of an innocent little girl to blame her for her own death and incite more violence against femin.
The message this sends is that girls had better not dare to express their femininity on stage or appear too beautiful in public or they will keep inciting violence against you until you fear your femininity and turn against it and hide yourselves in shame.

Suesan Rajabi, Miss Colorado USA 1996, is the daughter of Iranian-born American parents, knows what this kind of persecution against womin leads to. She regularly visits Iran," PNB(1) wrote, "where she wraps herself from head to foot in the garment known as the chador and experiences life in a puritanical, male-dominated society, run according to a few people's interpretation of the Islamic religion." She is a journalist reporting on and working with the oppressed dissident media in Iran. PNB(3) said, "Their rules fell hardest on women, who were banned from using makeup, showing their hair or revealing any part of their bodies. And many career opportunities for women vanished."
In chauvinistic countries, including the United States, girls and womin sometimes receive death threats because of the way they look, or are accused of "inviting" their own rape or murder. Ironically, Miss Rajabi "judged one of the last pageants in which...JonBenet Ramsey competed" the article said. She remembers JonBenet "as genuinely sweet and fun-loving." Said PNB, "She loved to perform, she loved the costumes."

Bill Press on CNN's Crossfire(2) called pageants named "dream girls" and "glamour girls", "sick".
To say that any girl who dresses up to look like a positive image of a feminine lady is sick is a deranged bigot that has a sick and hateful attitude toward all womin. Bill Press is the same creep that promotes homosodomite perversion and wants it taught to children. Bill Press hates womin so much that, on CNN's Crossfire(2), he wished death and destruction on the Miss America Pageant and its supporters. He said "I just think it's too bad that Hurricane Floyd didn't pick tomorrow night to hit Atlantic City, rather than a couple of nights ago. But look, institutions come; institutions go. This institution made a lot of sense in the days of black and white TV and Chesterfield Cigarettes and the fox trot. It's time to kill it. It's over."
This evil minded, misogynist, bigot wished violence, even death on these womin, even using the words "kill it", which is a Freudian slip that shows his violent hatred for womin. Tomorrow night is Saturday night, the night of the Pageant. Womin in fundamentalist counties have been killed for simply showing their face, legs or an ankle in public. This neo-communist bastard who promotes the political homopervert agenda is preaching hateful violence against womin, persecuting them for the way the look, and for natural feminine expression and wishing death on them. This smirking evil minded, bigot can't be allowed to preach hate and violence against womin with impunity because he is involved with the political mob and will use his influence to direct policy in a way that persecutes girl's and womin's rights which may even threaten their lives. Bill Press is a hypocrite, he denounces anyone who criticizes homosodomites but preaches hate and death against womin, which may lead to inciting violence against them; to attack femininity is to attack womin's nature.
One of the bigger challenges for femin in pageants is to learn how to respond to the hateful bigoted oppression in a classy and graceful way and communicate their purpose and values.

by Gregory Flanagan

1 - Kim Emery, Miss Massachusetts Sunburst / Miss Massachusetts USA Petite: Posted on the Pageant News Bureau message board
2 - CNN's Crossfire - (topic) The Miss America Pageant; Sep. 17, 1999
4 - Advocating to End Child Abuse in Youth Sports - Greg Bach; the National Alliance for Youth Sports: Illinois Periodicals Online
* - The spelling of womon and womin identifies natural females, as opposed to we-men (females impersonating men) and feminazis (which some call gender feminists or radical feminists) along with femon and femin which identify feminine womin or natural feminists. If you notice words usually ending in the suffix (-or) such as actor, visitor, neighbor spelled acter, visiter and neighber it is because (-or) is masculine and (-er) is gender neutral.
Wo-man (p. we-men) - A subject of or follower after or imitater of men. Woman means "out of man." In Genesis Adam says: "She shall be called woman, because she was taken out of man."
Womon (p. womin) - A normal, natural feminine, adult female, meaning one with a womb.


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[> [> [> Re: Persecuting girls who behave normally -- Anonymous, 13:16:47 06/28/02 Fri

What are you talking about? You are coming on a board that is based on FICTION and not criticism. You obviously have a problem with anything negative in the pageant world even if it means attacking a board based on fictional stories! I do pageants and love these stories! If your bank account is that much in trouble where you have to attack make-believe stories, you are in definite need of serious help and medication! I don't want to read about little Suzy winning the title, all the girls hugged her, she was happy and they all lived happily ever after. That's boring! That's why people read books or see movies because most of the stories in them are not the norm. If you are looking at it as something critical, it only means you are a hungry pageant guru scared crazy of losing money. If that's the case, it isn't these stories that's running them off, it's you!


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[> [> [> [> Re: Persecuting girls who behave normally -- Anonymous, 16:50:29 06/28/02 Fri

I don't own a business nor a pageant business


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[> [> [> Re: Persecuting girls who behave normally -- Anonymous, 14:59:21 06/30/02 Sun

HELLO!!!!!!!!!!!
Take this crap to another board!!!!! We come on here to read great FICTION stories! GO AWAY!!!


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[> [> [> [> Re: Persecuting girls who behave normally -- Anonymous, 12:40:58 07/01/02 Mon

AMEN!


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[> [> [> Re: Persecuting girls who behave normally -- Anonymous, 15:03:38 06/20/03 Fri

>Attack on Beauty Pageants
>
>The attack on girls and womin in beauty pageants is a
>clear example of misogynist bigotry, they hatefully
>attack and insult the girls and womin personally, they
>don't just criticize the pageant program, the attacks
>are hateful and personal. This is designed to oppress
>and stigmatize little girls and womin who choose to
>participate in pageants and have a residual effect of
>making females afraid to express their femininity. In
>backward patriarchal societies like the United States
>and fundamentalist Muslim countries every expression
>of femininity is suppressed. In the United States,
>girls are encouraged at early age to dress like boys,
>act like boys, play sports like boys and god forbid
>that any girl should express her own independent
>feminine qualities in public. Those who fear her
>femininity suppress any expression of it, to keep
>feminine womin out of public life and out of success
>and power. In some societies even more repressive than
>the U.S., womin are forced to wear black shrouds to
>hide themselves from public view, in the U.S., putting
>girls in boy's clothes serves as the shroud to cover
>up their femininity. There is also an attempt to keep
>little girls from looking to feminine role models,
>that's why the attacks are usually on the womin
>themselves using personal insults rather than just
>criticizing the way the pageant is presented.
> In free societies people have the right of freedom
>of association, to express their own identity and are
>free to relate to others in their own way without
>oppression. Beauty pageants are a symbol of freedom,
>independence and personal excellence for femin, a
>development of their own personal qualities. The
>misogynists want to deny femin the right to develop
>their own personal qualities, beauty, grace, poise,
>talent, public speaking skills, etc., this is
>certainly repressive and discriminatory.
> The hateful attacks on girls and womin in beauty
>pageants by insulting them personally is an attack on
>the rights of femin themselves. What if a group of
>Neo-Nazis were outside of the Jewish meeting
>condemning them with hateful threats and attacking
>their right to the choose to be Jewish and saying they
>have no right to practice their faith? What should
>they do? Should Jews run and hide, should they disband
>their organization, hide their heads in the sand and
>tolerate this outrage? Womin must stand up for
>themselves, these feminazis are a threat to all womin
>everywhere in the world and must be condemned with the
>same outrage as all bigoted groups.
> Saying hateful things against those who appear in
>beauty pageants is anti-feminine harassment, its puts
>womin on the defensive for simply be a beautiful,
>feminine womon. Only girls are attacked, there's not
>one word against little boys being pageants, and there
>are little Miss. and Mr. pageants. They only protest
>pageants where they express feminine beauty and
>goodness. Why don't they protest women in combative
>activities, i.e.; boxing which insights violence
>against womin, or protest transvestite contests, or
>girls forced into abusive contact sports? But those
>self-destructive activities are consistent with the
>androgynous agenda.
> Prejudice against womin aspiring to be beautiful,
>smart and accomplished is so unreasonable that pageant
>detracters constantly lie about the womin in pageants
>by stereotyping them as dumb, when in reality in most
>pageants, they are exceptionally intelligent. The Miss
>America Pageant has high academic requirements --
>there are no dumb womin in the Miss America system,
>only dumb critics of the pageant. On a AOL message
>board one bitch called womin in the Miss America
>Pageant, "Little miss homemakers, [who] have a pretty
>face and a nice body and no brains."
> Among the finalists in this year's Miss America,
>one lady finished 1st in her law class and another had
>a 3.99 grade point average in biogenetics at Stanford.
>It is typical in the Miss America Pageant, to have
>womin who have or are pursuing degrees in medicine,
>law, journalism and the sciences with high grade point
>averages, some are very talented musicians, singers,
>dancers, they are volunteers in community services and
>have remarkable lists of accomplishments, and are
>among the finest examples of womin the country has to
>offer.
> Such prejudice exposes this person's ignorant
>contempt for womin's identity and natural roles, there
>is the snide put downs of their future roles of being
>a homemaker, wife and mother, and the stereotyping of
>womin who are beautiful, smart and successful as being
>pretty but dumb. Womin have faced such prejudice for
>generations. Womin who are smart, accomplished and who
>have achieved success are disregarded as being just a
>pretty face, such misogynist bigots refuse to ever
>recognize womin's abilities or accomplishments, and
>most hatefully, insult their identity and roles as
>womin.
> I wonder what people like those critics have
>accomplished, what are their academic credentials,
>what value are they to society? From such stupid
>statements you can infer that they are frustrated,
>jealous fools.
> One of the important elements of beauty pageants
>must be the ability of femin to overcome the attempt
>by others to stereotype them and to denigrate and
>persecute them. Femin must be strong psychologically
>and emotionally and have the resolve to be themselves
>-- to be feminine and proud -- they msut never
>apologize for being beautiful and they must not lower
>themselves to the level of their enemies. In the
>pageant, judges must look to reward and encourage
>those femin who are strong and confident in their
>femininity and are able to effectively deal with the
>persecution they face from hostile, prejudiced
>elements of society with grace and dignity.
>
>Kim Emery(1) says, "Pageantry gives so much to those
>involved that it seems a shame that this is happening.
>I know that competing in pageants has returned to me
>the self-confidence that was taken from me when I was
>in a serious accident that left me with a physical
>disability. It has given me the opportunity to inspire
>others to reach for their goals, despite their
>physical limitations. Competing also allows us to meet
>new people and obtain wonderful public relations
>skills that will only help us in the future."
>
>The girl hating sickos in the media and elsewhere are
>intentionally trying to promote hatred and fear of
>femininity and to incite child molesters to target
>girls in beauty pageants out of wishful thinking so
>they can use those crimes to persecute femininity just
>as they have exploited JonBenet's murder. These are
>the same fiends who support psychologically molesting
>children in the public schools by exposing them to
>homosodomite pornography and other obscene material
>designed to seduce them into that deadly lifestyle.
>The media does not condemn such real child abuse nor
>does the mainstream media even report what's really
>going on in the schools. The media themselves are
>purveyors of violence marketed to children to insight
>violence in children, they also produce programs that
>contain some of the most obscene, perverse, immoral
>subhuman behavior to be found anywhere--and show it on
>television, in prime time, so lots of children will
>see it and imitate the immorality. These hateful
>attacks against pageant girls is abuse that terrorizes
>girls everywhere and intimidates them into being
>afraid to be feminine. The devils then use this fear
>of femininity to lure them into abusive activities,
>such as boy's sports, lesbianism, and other freakish
>behaviors designed to destroy the femininity in them
>that they have been brainwashed into hating and
>fearing.
> "Pageants are obscene to the point of child abuse
>and I think they should be banned," said Judi Wall of
>Richmond.(1)
> That is a threat of political violence to outlaw the
>right of girls to dress and look like girls and
>obscenity is a label that is used to ban unpopular
>expressions. This a violent threat that must be fought
>by any means available. Anyone who threatens innocent
>little girls and slanders them by calling them obscene
>doesn't deserve to have their rights respected and
>doesn't deserve to live. People who falsely accuse
>good and loving parents of being child abusers for
>instilling self respect and moral virtue in their
>daughters are evil, anti-social pathogens that should
>be sued for slander. Those personal attacks, when
>directed against individual persons are abusive to the
>children and slanderous to the reputation of good
>parents.
> Some have said that pageants are just another
>activity like sports, while others have countered that
>they're not the same, implying that a girl who plays
>boy's sports is normal (in this perverse society that
>is). It's not the same, pageants are just getting
>dressed up and speaking and performing on stage, a
>good wholesome personal development activity, while
>pushing girls into boys sports is abusive persecution
>of her femininity. Wanting to the beautiful, develop
>her talents, public speaking skills, meeting the
>academic requirements, doing community service and
>maintaining good moral character while expressing her
>personality can hardly be compared with pushing a girl
>into contact sports where she is abused, verbally
>harassed, insulted, and demeaned, where her every
>feminine expression and feeling is aggressively
>belittled and oppressed and where she is physically
>knocked around and forced to behave in aggressive ways
>to pervert her very nature as a female.
> Greg Bach reported(4) that: "A study by the
>Minnesota Amateur Sports Commission found that 45.3
>percent of the children surveyed said they had been
>called names, yelled at and insulted while playing
>sports while 17.5 percent reported that they had been
>hit, kicked and slapped and 21.5 percent said they had
>been pressured to play with an injury. Furthermore, 8
>percent said they have been called names with sexual
>connotations and 3.4 percent reported that they had
>been pressured into sex or sexual touching."
> That hostile environment, and the fact that
>combative sports is inherently abusive to girls, is
>why competitive sports is not appropriate for girls.
>To the degree that such conduct is imposed on girls in
>beauty pageants it is equally inappropriate.
> 'Pageant moms' are ridiculed while soccer moms are
>celebrated as the approved form of abuse used turn
>girls into boys and make them suitable weapons of the
>state. They attack pageant moms but not parents who
>put boys and girls in contact sports together, worst
>of all martial arts, they don't attack parents who let
>their kids become homosodomites or transvestites, they
>only attack the parents who encourage their daughters
>to be virtuous, feminine ladies.
> They say, "let them be kids, don't make them grow
>up too soon", that is what they are doing, being kids,
>they are girls being girls, and that, I believe is
>their real objection, they don't want girls to be
>girls, they want them to be boys. The phrase "boys
>will be boys" is not only accepted as normal but often
>is used to make excuses for the worst behavior of boys
>and men, but in this culture girls are not encouraged
>to be girls. This hostile society makes kids to grow
>up too fast, they wont leave them alone to play and
>pretend. Playing dress up, performing, living out the
>princess fantasy is being a girl, so shut the hell up
>and let girls be girls. Its a shame that girls have to
>confront the hate, persecution and misogynist bigotry
>at such a young age.
> A proud pageant mom (4)declared, "I am proud to say
>that I am the mother of Little Miss West Deptford,
>1995...But now, in the many months since the tragic --
>and yet unsolved -- murder of JonBenet, people view
>pageants, their participants, and the parents who
>encourage them with a jaded eye, a wary suspicion.
>Words like "inappropriate," "voyeuristic," and even
>"child abuse" are thrown around, as if having a child
>tap dance in front of a panel of judges makes a parent
>automatically guilty of some sort of unspeakably lurid
>behavior."
> She went on to say, "I am not my daughter...She
>enjoys talking with people, laughing loud, and making
>noise, as evidenced by her love of cheerleading...She
>has always enjoyed making up and making believe, and
>she's a born performer. She likes being noticed by a
>crowd, being applauded, and putting on a show. Even
>when she was all of two years old, she liked to adorn
>herself in my mother's jewelry (since I didn't own
>any) and dance around the house, brush in hand as
>makeshift microphone, lip-synching to "Girls Just Want
>To Have Fun" while the family laughed. But it still
>took me by surprise when, at age six, she asked to
>participate in her first pageant. But she pleaded
>through my panic, "Come on, Mom. Katie's doing it, and
>it will be fun, and everyone will get to see me dance.
>Please!" and I reluctantly relented."
> She concluded,(4) "They emphasize fun, not
>competition, and many of the girls become close with
>one another because of the shared experience." "I have
>learned to congratulate and celebrate these girls who
>are so different from me" "After all, the girls just
>want to have fun -- and isn't that what being a kid is
>all about?"
> "Although proponents say pageant fever is no
>different from that surrounding Little League or
>T-ball, UK professor Vernon Wiehe disagrees. "My
>concern is these beauty pageants inappropriately
>sexualize young children and they give a message to
>the adult population -- including sex abusers -- that
>children are sexual objects,"..."The point of the
>matter is there are pedophiles out there in numbers
>none of us like to think about. It's risky business,"
>said Theresa Morian, a social worker and family
>services clinician for the state in Jessamine County."
> From where do they imagine these things? Their own
>sick, deranged mind. Normal human beings look at these
>little girls and see sweetness and purity and are
>inspired with love and protect desires -- the inhuman
>devils look at little girls and see sexual objects, in
>fact objects of scorn and hatred and mercilessly
>attack them. These girl hating perverts shouldn't be
>looking at girls at all, and they must be kept away
>from girls whatever it takes -- such inhuman viruses
>should be exterminated.
> What is so evil in its twisted irony, is that the
>media and others like them would never insinuate that
>a homosodomite is responsible for inviting violence
>against oneself. Nor should anyone. If anyone made the
>slightest insinuation that a gay or lesbian, no matter
>how obscene or pornographic their displays, was
>responsible for violent attacks against gays or
>lesbians, they would condemn such statements to high
>hell and stop at nothing to sensor anyone making such
>statements. Yet these same inhuman, misogynist,
>monsters continue to blame womin and even innocent
>little girls for violence committed against them
>simply for being beautiful, appearing in public and
>behaving in feminine ways. We are now at war against a
>system, that, at the same time, exploits the killing
>of a gay or lesbian to suppress any dissent against
>that lifestyle, while exploiting the killing of an
>innocent little girl to blame her for her own death
>and incite more violence against femin.
> The message this sends is that girls had better not
>dare to express their femininity on stage or appear
>too beautiful in public or they will keep inciting
>violence against you until you fear your femininity
>and turn against it and hide yourselves in shame.
>
>Suesan Rajabi, Miss Colorado USA 1996, is the daughter
>of Iranian-born American parents, knows what this kind
>of persecution against womin leads to. She regularly
>visits Iran," PNB(1) wrote, "where she wraps herself
>from head to foot in the garment known as the chador
>and experiences life in a puritanical, male-dominated
>society, run according to a few people's
>interpretation of the Islamic religion." She is a
>journalist reporting on and working with the oppressed
>dissident media in Iran. PNB(3) said, "Their rules
>fell hardest on women, who were banned from using
>makeup, showing their hair or revealing any part of
>their bodies. And many career opportunities for women
>vanished."
> In chauvinistic countries, including the United
>States, girls and womin sometimes receive death
>threats because of the way they look, or are accused
>of "inviting" their own rape or murder. Ironically,
>Miss Rajabi "judged one of the last pageants in
>which...JonBenet Ramsey competed" the article said.
>She remembers JonBenet "as genuinely sweet and
>fun-loving." Said PNB, "She loved to perform, she
>loved the costumes."
>
>Bill Press on CNN's Crossfire(2) called pageants named
>"dream girls" and "glamour girls", "sick".
> To say that any girl who dresses up to look like a
>positive image of a feminine lady is sick is a
>deranged bigot that has a sick and hateful attitude
>toward all womin. Bill Press is the same creep that
>promotes homosodomite perversion and wants it taught
>to children. Bill Press hates womin so much that, on
>CNN's Crossfire(2), he wished death and destruction on
>the Miss America Pageant and its supporters. He said
>"I just think it's too bad that Hurricane Floyd didn't
>pick tomorrow night to hit Atlantic City, rather than
>a couple of nights ago. But look, institutions come;
>institutions go. This institution made a lot of sense
>in the days of black and white TV and Chesterfield
>Cigarettes and the fox trot. It's time to kill it.
>It's over."
> This evil minded, misogynist, bigot wished
>violence, even death on these womin, even using the
>words "kill it", which is a Freudian slip that shows
>his violent hatred for womin. Tomorrow night is
>Saturday night, the night of the Pageant. Womin in
>fundamentalist counties have been killed for simply
>showing their face, legs or an ankle in public. This
>neo-communist bastard who promotes the political
>homopervert agenda is preaching hateful violence
>against womin, persecuting them for the way the look,
>and for natural feminine expression and wishing death
>on them. This smirking evil minded, bigot can't be
>allowed to preach hate and violence against womin with
>impunity because he is involved with the political mob
>and will use his influence to direct policy in a way
>that persecutes girl's and womin's rights which may
>even threaten their lives. Bill Press is a hypocrite,
>he denounces anyone who criticizes homosodomites but
>preaches hate and death against womin, which may lead
>to inciting violence against them; to attack
>femininity is to attack womin's nature.
> One of the bigger challenges for femin in pageants
>is to learn how to respond to the hateful bigoted
>oppression in a classy and graceful way and
>communicate their purpose and values.
>
>
> by Gregory Flanagan
>
>1 - Kim Emery, Miss Massachusetts Sunburst / Miss
>Massachusetts USA Petite: Posted on the Pageant News
>Bureau message board
>2 - CNN's Crossfire - (topic) The Miss America
>Pageant; Sep. 17, 1999
>4 - Advocating to End Child Abuse in Youth Sports -
>Greg Bach; the National Alliance for Youth Sports:
>Illinois Periodicals Online
>* - The spelling of womon and womin identifies natural
>females, as opposed to we-men (females impersonating
>men) and feminazis (which some call gender feminists
>or radical feminists) along with femon and femin which
>identify feminine womin or natural feminists. If you
>notice words usually ending in the suffix (-or) such
>as actor, visitor, neighbor spelled acter, visiter and
>neighber it is because (-or) is masculine and (-er) is
>gender neutral.
>Wo-man (p. we-men) - A subject of or follower after or
>imitater of men. Woman means "out of man." In Genesis
>Adam says: "She shall be called woman, because she was
>taken out of man."
>Womon (p. womin) - A normal, natural feminine, adult
>female, meaning one with a womb.


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Scar Crowned! Forgiveness? Or Vengence? Pt. 12 -Sierra -- Anonymous, 13:55:36 08/06/02 Tue

At the hospital, nurses told Tiffany's relatives to leave because visiting hours were over. "How the hell can you tell us to leave
our daughter in a crisis situation/", cried Frank. "I'm sorry.", replied the nurse, but visiting hours are over. "Only parents are
allowed." "That counts me!", cried Frank. "Me too!", cried Patrice. "we're staying as well, replied Patrice's mother. "My
daughter's child makes her ours too!" Look if you don't leave, I'm going to have to call security!" the nurse scolded. "If that's
what you have to do.", cried Frank's father "Go for it." The nurse walked out of the room abruptly. as jaime continued driving,
she reached the New York border but ran out of gas. "DAMN IT!", yelled Jaime while hitting the steering wheel with her hand.
She noticed a convenient store a few feet away. She quickly went inside of her glove compartment to get her .38 caliber.
"What are you doing?", asked Cathy in a puzzled manner. "You see that store over there?", Jaime replied. "That's where some
of our fat cash is coming from so stay here!" Cathy became increasingly frightened as Melissa remained in the back seat frozen
in fear. When jaime was inside of the store, the clerk noticed who she was. "May I help you?" asked the Clerk. "Give me all
your money!", Jaime yelled. "NOW!" "MOVE IT!" Quickly the clerk opened the cash resister and handed the money to her in
a paper bag from the counter. As she ran towards her car, she told Cathy and Melissa to get out. "Come on!", cried Jaime "We
have to catch another ride!" She and the others ran to the black jaguar parked in front of a brick house. after rushing to the car,
she broke the window, unlocked it fro Cathy and Melissa, and sped off. "YEAH!", cheered Jaime happily. We'll be in Mexico
in no time!" Right after Jaime left the store, the clerk called the police which caused them to catch up with her. The police was
getting close to Jaime. Six police cars followed her. "All units. Attention all units." reported the 911 operator. "Sources have
spotted a blond, white female, 5'7 speeding away in a 2002 black Jaguar. She matched the description of Jaime Ryan."
Quickly news reporters helicopters followed them from above. When Tiffany's relatives saw the news broadcasting Jaime's
chase, the became joyous. "GET HER!" Tiffany's family shouted. But inside Tiffany's mind was total vengeance. Her mind was
deeply enraged with vindication. She stayed silent as her family continued cheering for Jaime's capture. She continued speeding
down the highway heading towards northern New York. "WE'RE GOING TO MAKE IT!" yelled Jaime in goal making
aggression. Millions of viewers watched as law enforcers stayed on Jaime's tail. While realizing the police coming in close
contact, she increased her speed to 110 mph. She could not completely get away as helicopters remained near.
Jaime slow down or we're going to die!", cried Cathy in a panic. "Keep talking and you'll see death early!", cried Jaime. In
Melissa's mind, were flashes of Tiffany's assault. No matter how much she tried to think of something else, the haunting images
of Tiffany would not escape her as she sat quietly and nervously in the backseat. jaime continued speeding on the deserted
highway. as the car raced down the dirt road, she continued pursuing to Mexico through the New York highway. but what she
didn't realize was that New York police were called to place spikes in the middle of the road
to flatten Jaime's tires. A road block was also placed 50 ft ahead of the tire spikes. She remained in the car driving for freedom.
When she ran the spikes, she continued driving
in obsession. "Oh no!", cried Cathy. "How are we going to get away now?" "ONE MORE WORD!", shouted Jaime JUST
ONE MORE WORD!" Cathy responded in frightened obedience. "Flat tires are not going to take our freedom away!", cried
Jaime. She kept on speeding until she reached the road block. Reaching the road block, the Vermont and New York state
police surrounded her car with guns. "all right!", said the officer in a stern voice. "Come out with your hands up!" Jaime sat in
the car with her hands on the steering wheel. "We can make it!", she cried. Starting to cry, Melissa replied "Don't you see they
will kill us if we make a move? How much longer are you going to be so stupid?" "I warning you!", snapped Jaime as Cathy
nervously looked on. "You better shut up now!" With a frantic look on her face, Melissa cried "Why are you crazy enough to
think that we are going to get away with this! We committed a crime against an innocent person! We need to beg for God's
forgiveness!" at once Jaime "I HAD IT WITH YOU BITCH!" with her .38 caliber, she instantly shot melissa three times in the
chest. As she lied dead with her blood staining the back seat, Cathy shrieked in her seat feeling the epitome of fear. As soon as
police heard gun fire, the shouted for both Jaime and Cathy to get out of the car "OUT OF THE CAR!", shouted police as they
headed towards the Jaguar with their guns pointed to the both of them. after police opened the doors, they quickly grabbed
Jaime and Cathy, handcuffed them, read them their rights, and placed them inside the police car.


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[> Re: Scar Crowned! Forgiveness? Or Vengence? Pt. 12 -Sierra -- Anonymous, 13:57:29 08/06/02 Tue

Pt. 13 Coming Soon!


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[> [> Re: Scar Crowned! Forgiveness? Or Vengence? Pt. 12 -Sierra -- Anonymous, 07:23:57 05/21/03 Wed

>Pt. 13 Coming Soon!


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[> Re: Scar Crowned! Forgiveness? Or Vengence? Pt. 12 -Sierra -- Anonymous, 17:42:26 08/07/02 Wed

UMMM...I was just wondering when Mexico became part of New York's northern Border? Don't you mean they were escaping to CANADA? Just wondering.


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[> [> Re: Scar Crowned! Forgiveness? Or Vengence? Pt. 12 -Sierra -- Anonymous, 15:59:33 08/08/02 Thu

No not Canada. Mexico. It was just to a a bit of pageant bimbo humor. Escaping to Mexico from Vermont asks for an arrest lol! - Sierra


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