Notice of (temporary) hiatus

Hello all,

This upcoming week is finals, which means I'm going to have to devote all of my time to studying and therefore unfortunately won't be available to do any writing. Then, the week after that is winter break, which I'm going to try and take the time to just relax and not get anything done on purpose for a whole week. After that, we'll be back on the regular uploading schedule.

In case you desperately need some of me in your life in that time however, I might make a post over at the metablog if I feel like it. Anyway, that's all for another two weeks! Here's hoping I don't forget about this.


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The Way Time Fades

Well, look at you – all grown up. You know, I remember when you were still a babe – how all of your relatives would surround you during the holidays, mostly because they were tired and needed some entertainment besides that of whatever was going on at the time. They always loved you; maybe not all of your relatives, but your mother and father for sure. And all though as time went on it seemed like this wasn't the case, it really was – it always was.

I remember when you took all those trips up to relative's, and how you'd play in the backyard with the pets they had or any of the other, younger kids either related to you or just around the area. I remember the various trips, and how you'd always get carsick from trying to read or play games or do something and eventually gave up and decided to sleep on your old, stuffy pillow. Sure the trip itself was fairly poor, but the destinations always cheered you up.

As you got older, you started making friends – do you remember your first friends? You all had your own little group, and every week or so you'd find a game to play, and keep playing that game all week until another fad came around, and then you'd choose that one, and it continued that way on and on.

Finally we came into the middle school years, where personalities started to develop and friendships changed. Some of your friends stayed, but eventually everyone that you had before was gone. That wasn't too bad, though – because now you had new friends, and even though everyone wasn't as amiable as they were in elementary school, at least you had someone to count on.

These years were also your awkward years. You were beginning to love people – to feel emotions you made fun of others in the past for having. Since this was your first time, you were confused – and naturally, you made a few mistakes. Embarrassing mistakes. You were too focused on your own mistakes though, to realize everyone else made the same ones.

Looking eagerly to forget these memories, you decided to go into high-school with some hope, only to realize a majority of it was more or less the same thing. Eventually though, you got past that too – and now your here.

So just remember, whenever your down and you think your life means nothing, remember these moments. Remember the good times, and the bad times, and remember that your life is made up of something after all; because that's the way time fades.


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Del Rio, Episode 2

Marco Rubio is one who believes he lives the life. He is not the sort of person who looks at things from a negative perspective, but rather a positive one – I guess you could call him an optimistic guy. So when he found himself with his close friend and partner Diego, who was knocking furiously on the door of some poor college student in something far worse than school debt, and while Marco Rubio himself held a massive machete in his hand, he took it was simply a business call.

“I swear to god, you lousy waste of life,” Diego yelled at the door, “if you don't come out here I'm going to set the whole fucking place on fire.”

With this, the voice from behind the door spoke. “I swear man! Just give me a few days, I promise!”

Diego, clearly unsatisfied with the answer, looked to Marco for suggestion. Marco nodded, which lead Diego to take the opportunity to kick the door out so hard it fell off half its hinges.

The scene before them was disappointing, at the least. A mid-20s white kid, packing up his things, quickly turned around and stepped back.

“I swear, I swear... Just please, just please don't kill me.”

Diego wasn't paying attention to the kid, however. Instead, he eyed a guitar laying on the bed, prepared to be packed and shipped away.

“A guitar? Is that what you spent Caszo's money on? Trying to further your music career?”

The kid babbled to himself, with a tear slowly running down one eye. It disgusted the loansharks.

“Listen, chico – no one makes it in the entertainment industry, especially here in fucking Florida. You should have spent your money wiser.”

“No, no, NO!” The kid tried to fight, but by the time he even realized what was going to happen Marco had handed Diego the machete and pinned the kid down so he had little chance to do anything else.

“I'm going to give you this one more chance, chico,” Diego looked straight into the kids eyes and it set a shock of fear through him, “Tell us where the rest of your money is, and we'll let you off. It doesn't even matter if its the same amount Caszo loaned you – it just needs to be every last penny, comprendes?”

Despite Diego's best attempts to get the kid not to throw his life away, he still insisted he had no money left. Diego gave a long sigh, and then proceeded to hack at the kids right leg five times until eventually it came off. In the light of the kid's bloodcurdling scream, Diego simply looked at the leg and smiled.

“Well, this is interesting. Maybe I should make this leg my new lamp, just like that one Christmas movie. Home Alone, right?” Diego looked at Marco for confirmation, but Marco shook his head.

“No, its A Christmas Story.”

“Oh, yes, yes. Right. A classic.” While trying to have a conversation about heartwarming christmas movies with his pal, however, Diego was angered by the fact that the kid continued to scream and cry.

“Alright, listen you stupid mother fucker. Unless you want me to chop off your other leg, stop crying and tell-”

This time Diego didn't even have to finish.

“It's i-i-in the c-c-loset. M-my room – over there, please don't-”

Diego nodded to Marco, as he got up and went to check the room. Sure enough in the corner of the empty closet there was a safe, but the safe had a keycode. Marco considered going back to interrogate the kid for the code, but he decided to try at least one thing before he did.

In a flurry, he went straight down the keypad from 2 to 0. Without a moments hesitation the safe showed up green and the safe opened to reveal the cash inside of it. Marco sighed and whispered to himself “White people,” as he got out the money and returned to Diego.

Diego smiled upon looking at it, seeing that it was all the money and a little more. The kid however was pale, near fainting, and mumbling something to himself. Diego put the money in his pocket and looked at the kid.

“I would leave you, but we don't tend to leave witnesses, especially after we give them a chance that they refused to take.”

With one sweep of the machete, it was a permanent lights out for the kid.


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