The Forbidden Forest

heyyyyy gs

there was something i was going to tell you...icr what.

alright lets hook you up with some excerpts of last year's nano

“What do you mean?” Hamma didn’t say anything but instead turned into a cat.
“Meow,” she said.

“How’s your head?” she asked.
“Um,” I said, “It’s you know, round.”
“Not really,” said Hamma.
“Oh,” I said, “Square?”
“No.”
“Triangular?”
“Nah.”
“Hexagonal?”
“Nope.”
“Octagonal?”
“No.”
“Oval?”
“Yeah,” Hamma nodded.

I hated him so much. I really wanted to do bad things to him. And not in the way that I wanted to do bad things to Sheniqua. That would be disgusting.

I would fuck her so hard that she would never run back to Zander again. It would be beautiful.

And that was what I wanted to do to Zander. Shoot him with a giant hose with full of spit.

“Come on,” I repeated, tugging on his arm. Carlos said something in Spanish. “I don’t know what you just said,” I replied. And to that Carlos replied with something else in Spanish that I couldn’t understand. “Stop talking in Spanish!” I yelled.

“Because you’re not. You can only get one by filling out a form requesting for one. But they won’t give them to just anyone.” Doo doo doo doooooo! Doo doo doooooo! Doo doo doo doooooo! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhhh! Where’d the man in horn rimmed glasses hide a child so odd? Where’s the teen like Wolverine with the sexy indestructible bod? I sang that song in my head because Roklina and Gordon were talking on and on and being really boring.

One of the receptionists had yellow skin, purple eyes, and green hair. The other one had green skin, yellow eyes, and purple hair. “These are our receptionists,” said Roklina, “Mookoani and Jessica.”

“You can’t go to the third floor,” Roklina replied sternly.
“Why not?” I asked.
“It’s forbidden.”

“Can we eat right now?” Sheniqua asked, rubbing her bump I swore had gotten bigger over night.
“Not right now,” said Roklina.
“Girrrl, I’m so hungry!” she yelled.
“You can eat later,” Roklina promised, “In fact I’m going to give you some money, right now, so you can buy food after the tour.” She handed us all some strange looking coins.
“Money!” I yelled.
“Dinero!” Carlos screamed.
“We’re rich!” Gina cried.
“Let’s swim in our wealth!” Blake shouted. We all threw our money up in the air.

"Dammit," said Zander, "I'm a nurse, not a physicist. What are you saying?"

"Why do we have a fucking swear jar?" Zander asked irritably.

wow hello what a g that novel was. this year's shall be far superior.

alright let's hook ourselves up with the game because i'm tired of this.

WAIT FIRST I MUST SAY THAT I'M SORRY GOB BUT I REALLY HATE THE GOBLIN GAME. SDKS;LGKSL

then i must say that i was hoping for top!peter in that last fic really. i guess i should have specified. ):

well hob didn't specify who she wanted to be top in her fic so this is what she gets. well i haven't exactly written it yet soooo

Hurley and Libs are just chilling. Well actually they are having their picnic but Libby didn't get shot. Okay and then Libs bites into a big piece of fruit and says,

"Mmmm so WET!"

"What the?" says Hurley in confusion.

"This fruit is the juice!" Libby squeals.

"Okay..." Hurley says awkwardly.

"Hugo," Libby urgently grabs his hand.

"Yes? ...Libbo?"

"I need you right now," Libby says seductively.

But Hurley doesn't recognize her sex voice because he's never had a girl speak to him in such tones. He is fully unprepared when Libby suddenly tackles him in the sand.

"Dude, what are you doing?" Hurley screams and Libby RIPS his shirt off, and begins stroking his fat.

"Don't you want me Hugo?" Libby doesn't stop. "I'm better than some imaginary friend, right?"

"No!" Hurley cries as Libby tears his pants off. "I don't want this!"

Libby pays no attention. "Can Dave do this?" she asks, a bit of crazy in her little voice as she forces him into her.

Suddenly there is a rustling in the jungle. Libby and Hurley look over to see Walt just standing there, watching them.

"What're you doing?" he asks.

"We're just playing, Walt," Libby assures the kid, even though Hurley is clearly crying.

"What is it like checkers?"

ok hook me up with peter/emma fluff