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gonk Who is this Mary Sue I keep hearing about. She's eveywhere. Who is she. Why is she bad? I've been on the internet for three years now and I still don't know who this Mary Sue person is!!

Zo why iz it called a Mary Sue?

(I did this one a long time ago but I find that's it's good... after some spell check razz )

Mafital
Chapter two
In which Miffy finds out about that elf

Miffy sat on the porch to her house. The small yard was decorated with faires and drawfs. The curtains in the windows had moons and stars on them, and the roof over the porch held wind chims which played unknown songs as the wind passed by. The house was located uptown Manhatten where the building grew it's highest at six stories tall. The block had no stores on it, only the little corner store which sold daily needs. Miffy's house was bunched up between five others just like her's. But all the other means of housing on the street were old apartment buildings.
Miffy opened the pastic bag and drew out the back-pack. She fixed the strap so that it fitted her tiny form and sat up. She walked around her tiny city yard, steping over stone faires and plastic mushrooms, bouncing the pack till it felt right. But it didn't. She sat back down on the porch and toke the bag off. She layed it on her lap and un-zipped the top flap and peeped inside.
There was much more then just an extra pocket, but two bottles. She picked one of them up. The bottle had a lovely green tint to it and the lip had the most outstanding broader. It was sliver with tiny green gems layed in it. The second bottle was tinted orange and had red gems on the lip. Miffy stared in aw at the two bottles before placing them on the porch next to her. Sun shine gleamed though them and cast colored lights on the white painted wooden boards.
Miffy set them aside for a moment and looked into the bag again. There was something else inside. She pulled it out only to find that there was another, just like it, in the bag. They were small tin boxes, one blue, the other brown. The lips of the lids also had silver boarders. The brown box had yellow gems and the other had blue, the same color as the box it was on. The metal on the boxes reflected the sun very well.
Miffy wondered if the old lady of the store knew about the objects in the bag, and if she did, weather or not it was all worth twenty dollars. She aranged the items on the porch so she could have a better look at them. She held the bag tighty in her arms as she sat, legs crossed, staring at the gilttering objects.
It was only after so long that a voice startled Miffy. "What do you have now?"
She turned her head to the tall metal fance to find Mark standing, his fingers hooked to the fance, and the other hand holding the leash of his dog. Mark's hair was cut short, and he had vampire's hair line. He wore a pain black T-shirt and long bondage pants. Mark's ears were covered in rings and hooks, but none were on his face. On his rists he wore many spiked bracelets like the one on his Chuwawa's neck.
"Is it some fairy magic?" He said rather dully.
"No. They're empty." Miffy stood up and walked over to open the gate. "I found them inside a back-pack." She turned around so he could she the quivern shaped bag.
Mark uncliped the dog from the leash and the small black chuwawa ran off in to the green foilge. "You don't mind if he-"
"It's alright, I still need to water the flower beds. And as long as he keeps it off the path, it's okay." She sat down on the porch leaving room for Mark. She watched as the dog sniffed a small satuet of an elf sitting on a mushroom. Miffy whistled to it, "Stocker, no! Bad dog."
Stocker backed off and continued among the buds growing from the ground.
Mark picked up the green bottle as he sat down across from Miffy, "So how much did all this cost?"
"Not sure. I don't think the owner knew it was in the bag. She sold all of it to me for twenty dollars. I can say it's a good price for the old bag alone, but not enough for one of these. . . " she picked up the brown box and opened it, "containers."
Mark picked at the gem on the bottle he held. "Do you think it's real? If it is, all of this could be about. . ." He counted the gems on each item, "Forty eight thousand at least!" He glared, over the cork of the bottle he held, to Miffy. "You'll share it with me, right?"
Miffy laughed. "If it is worth that much then I think that lady would have sold it a long time ago and started living downtown."
"So you're saying it's all fake?" Mark taped the bottle.
"I guess so. But I'm going to keep it anyway. It looks very. . ." Miffy searched for the word.
"Magical?" answerd Mark placing the bottle down. "You and your faries," he rolled his eyes, "when will you ever stop."
"Once there's no one else to back me up." She answered.
"So, Willy told you, did he?"
"Tell me what?" She asked. "I don't even know how your bother looks. You never bring him over for me to meet."
"Well, he told me that he saw an elf in the park today. I say he's gone nuts."
"I told you!" Miffy jumped up and stood on the porch pointing at him. Stocker also jumped, not expecting the outbrust. "I told you there are elves living in New York!"
"I don't even think they live in Londen. Miffy, he must have just seen something else. I shouldn't have told you anything at all." He crossed his arms.
"Now I really want to meet your bother. He'll back me up about them." She bonced around the yard, "They are real! They are real! They are-" A hit on the head from the an acorn Mark threw stoped her. "Hay!" She picked it up from the ground and tossed it back at him. Mark blocked it.
"Ouch! Don't blame me for telling you the truth." Mark said. "They aren't real."
Miffy sat back down on the porch and took off the bag. "I'll tell you," she said, "If you're own bother saw one then they must be real. Unless he's nothing like you."
"Maybe my bother was studying too hard. Little sleep can do that to a person." Mark pointed out.
"But it's so sunny and bright today." said Miffy spreading her arms out. "You can't mistake anything you see. Unless," she slumped down agesnt a suport beam, "Unless he was pulling your leg."
Mark thought about it. "No. I don't think so. He ran in the house, panting, saying he came here as soon as he could. Telling me that the elf was asleep and could still be at the park."
"Why didn't you go?"
"He seemed crazy to me. And you'll seem crazy if you go after faires too."
"Elves. Not faries. Your bother said he saw an elf, not a faire." Corrected Miify.
"It dosen't matter 'cus they don't esist."
"Yes they do!" Shouted Miffy standing up. "If they weren't real, then people wouldn't tell tales about them or know about them!"
"They make that stuff up."
"No they don't! They're real I tell you! I'll prove it! I'm going to central park tonight to find one. And when I bring it back with me, you'll be sorry!" Miffy picked up her things and stuffed them into her bag. She then stormed into her house and locked the door behind her.
Mark got up and koncked on the door. "You can lock yourself away from the world every time we try to tell you the truth. Stop hiding in your fantasies and come out into the real world!"
"No!" yelled Miffy through tears. She leaned her back on the door and held the bag close to her. "Just go away. When I find a fairy, you'll be the one having to face leaving your world!"
Mark let out a sigh and called for his dog. Stocker strolled out from behind the small house and sat down in front of his master. Mark hooked the leash on the chuwawa's coller and stared to walk out of the yard.
As Mark opened the gate to leave, he looked back to the white house. The wind settled and the chimes stoped their playing. He closed the gate behind him and entered the new music if children playing on the side walks and cars driving through the small street. He left Miffy's little magical world and wondered back into the real live one of the city. If only it was that simple, thought Mark. If only it was that simple.

Cun ye cut the story into part and post then in more then one post?

A Pirates Life - A musical ballard

Awake at dawn, and onto the ship
Out to the sea, to dive and dip
Onto the island, to plunder and rip
Swing that sword right from your hip
Hey hey diddly hey!
Its a pirates life we lead!

Away off now, back to the boat
Fire the cannons, back at their boats
Sink and burn, leave nothin' afloat
Loot to fondle, and stories to gloat
Hey hey diddly hey!
Its a pirates life we lead!

Now Back to the island with great haste
Onto the shore for meals we can taste
Loot to the caves let none go to waste
Now back to the bar for rum and waist!
Hey hey diddly hey!
Its a pirates life we lead!

Onto the street out by your ear
A rum too many or two I hear
A good nights sleep gets back your cheer
Coz there aint nothing a pirate would fear
Hey ho here we go!
For pirates shall succeed!!!

~Darkwhiskers~
Arcanist Brewmaster
The Blood Kitten

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