June 11, 2010

I've officially decided to stop updating this account. Not that many people were reading anyway, but still, I felt like I needed to announce it. For the time being, I'm leaving both of my stories up just in case I ever do get back into the swing of things. The reason for my departure? Well, first off, it's not because I'm not getting reviews or readers. I don't care much about that (though it would be nice, of course), but it's because I, personally, don't feel too into the story. Maybe during my (possible) hiatus, I will work myself out in the sense that I won't start writing a story and then get bored with it. Plus, summer break is coming up! Woo hoo! I'm volunteering at a preschool camp and very much looking forward to it! I don't know how much time I'd have left for writing anyway. So yeah, thanks to anyone who read any of my stories and to the (TWO! W00T!) people who reviewed. I think I'll be hanging around this site-- mostly so I can read! Good bye everybody.

Goodbye from the depths of the jungle,

JungleMan

This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murder chanted, "Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read this chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded. -Lucillia

True story: I recently read a story about some dead chick who'd kill me for no reason if I didn't e-mail/text/put her story in my prof. If you feel like fighting the power, copy and paste this in your profile and never worry about homicidal ghost girls again.