Me-Ow

And when I mean depressing I mean depressing... like grave of the fireflies or gunslinger girls....

Already watched these so don't suggest:

air

kanon

elfen lied-wasn't all that sad

saikano

don't suggest stupid ones like:

naruto and such............. not sad to me at all

Thanks in advance!!!!

There was this porcelain doll in this used bookstore in Ukiah CA that was holding a limp brown little stuffed rabbit, and I believe she had brown hair and brown eyes.... I can't remember exactly. She looked very realistic and pretty. All I know is I wanted that doll and now I'm trying to find her again.... I don't remember the brand name or anything. If someone could please help!? I know there's barely any information but I wanted her so bad a long time ago, and I couldn't get her, but now that I'm older and have the money, I want to buy her. I think she was around 80 something dollars.... Anyway, any info is appreciated!

The Girl In the Bubble

Emmy had never seen anything so strange before. She had been holding Mama’s hand, trying her best to chew the huge piece of taffy she had stuck in her mouth, when she first noticed her. It was a little girl, sitting in the park. A little girl who was wearing the prettiest bow in her hair Emmy had ever seen.

It was a big sky blue bow, with little flowers the shade of Emmy’s dark blue eyes embroidered onto it, and with white frill running all along the edges. The girl herself was pretty too. She reminded Emmy of a porcelain doll Emmy had once seen in the window of Lolita’s. The doll had long, silky black curls framing her creamy face, and the biggest green eyes. Emmy had wanted that doll.

The girl herself wasn’t strange. It was what she was in that was strange. The little girl was in a bubble. Emmy had never seen a girl inside a bubble before. It was a big bubble, that gave the girl enough room to stand up and stretch in. And it was pretty too. It reflected the flowers and the trees, and the sun, so that it looked like a whole other world within a world. But that wasn’t the point, it was a bubble, and the pretty little girl was inside it.

“Mama.” Emmy tugged on Mama’s sleeve.

Mama looked down, “Hm?”

“Look at that little girl over there, she’s in a bubble Mama.”

Mama looked over to where the little girl was pointing, she shook her head, “What little girl Emmy?”

“The little girl in the bubble!” Momma wasn’t stopping, Emmy wanted Mama to stop so she could go over to the little girl.

Mama smiled, “One of your imaginary friends, Em?”

“No Momma it’s…”

“Shush, Emmy, you’re going to choke on your taffy.”

Emmy didn’t say anymore, but she couldn’t help but stare at the little girl in the bubble as they kept on walking, farther and farther away. Suddenly, the little girl looked up, and she was looking at Emmy. Emmy waved. The little girl didn’t wave back. She just kept on staring.

*

Emmy chewed on the end of her pencil. She hated homework. It was boring. She started doodling on the edge of her paper. A little girl in a bubble. Mama came up behind her.

“Doing your homework Emmmy?”

“Homework’s boring.” Emmy crossed her arms stubbornly, “I’d rather go to the park.”

Mama sighed, “I’ll tell you what, if you’re a good girl and finish all your homework early, we can go to the park.”

Emmy raised her eyes eagerly, “Really? You mean it!?”

Mama smiled, “Of course.”

Emmy smiled. Maybe she’d get to see the little girl in the bubble again.

*

The little girl wasn’t in the same spot she had been before. Emmy couldn’t find her. She sighed and sat down in the grass, crossing her arms disappointedly. It was no fun, not seeing the little girl in the bubble. She wanted to talk to her. Wanted to know her name.

Emmy sighed, and leaned her head back, staring up at the sky. It was a pretty day. If it was raining it would sure be convenient to have a bubble all around you. That way you didn’t get wet. Emmy hated getting wet. She tipped her head back down and her breath caught.

The girl in the bubble was sitting right across form her, her chin resting on her knees, staring at Emmy. Emmy swallowed, and then she smiled. She would get to say hello to the girl in the bubble after all!

“What’s your name?”

The girl in the bubble didn’t say anything, she looked form one side to the other, and then looked back at Emmy and blinked.

“What’s your name?” Emmy persisted.

The girl blinked again, “M..me?”

Emmy giggled, “of course you, who else!”

The girl was nervous, she fiddled with her shoe buckle, and then looked back up at Emmy, “I…. I don’t have a name…”

“No name!?” This girl was getting stranger and stranger. In a bubble and no name! Emmy smiled brighter, “Then I’ll give you one!”

“Y…you will?”

“Of course!” Emmy put her hand to her chin, “Hmmm, I’ve got to give you a pretty name. A name that fits you, cause you‘re pretty!”

The girl seemed surprised, “I am?”

Emmy nodded vigorously, “Yeah! I wish I had a bow like yours!” She paced back and forth and the girl followed her with her large, emerald eyes, “That’s it! I’ll name you Evelyn, that’s what I was gonna name the doll at Lolita’s… if I ever got her of course! What do you think!? Do you like it…. Huh?!”

Evelyn stood, and Emmy noticed that it was almost like she floated in her bubble, her feet didn’t touch the ground, they touched the bottom of the bubble, and then the bubble touched the ground, so it was somewhat like floating, “Evelyn?”

“Yeah! Don’t you like it!?” Emmy smiled. She didn’t know it, but her smile was so innocent and pure, and so bright, that almost anyone who saw it felt uplifted and happy.

Evelyn managed a small smile in return, ‘I…. I like it…”

“Good then! Now, I just gotta ask, how are you inside a bubble!? It’s so cool!”

Evelyn stopped smiling, turning away, “I… I don’t like being in a bubble.”

Emmy ****** her head curiously, she thought being

So I'm not smart enough to create my own blog theme, thus I went to blogskins.com and got one there. Unfortunately, I have a problem. I mean, I uploaded it just fine an all, and the blogs are showing, but on the side there is the personal info section, and I don't know how to write things there. I assume it has something to do with the code? And I really am not good in this area, please help!

This is a love story based in the future i was writing, the year 3015 or something like that, cant remember exactly. let me know what u think and all. I finished it already. I need help naming it! Please! Thanks so much! The plot goes somehtin like this:

Main charcter hates all robot people(read the chap i have below to know more). Her dad left the family when she was little and she has hopes of finding him again one day. She falls in love with someone she doesn't realize is a robot. when she finds out shes pretty angry, cuz he never told her he was one till later. Then she gets in a car accident and finds out she is actually part robot herself, because when she was little her dad was taking her to the zoo and got in an accident and he died, but she could survive if they gave her a new body and implanted her memory's. Her mom thought it best to just tell her that her dad left instead of that he was dead. It's basically about a teen girl dealing with life and with the lies that are all around her. In the end she kind of just says, life is pretty bad right now, but it's gonna go on, with or without me, so i might as well make the best of things. There is a lot more to it. It's like 40 something pages, but I just want help naming it.

Ch. 1 I hate not knowing

This is a world where you can’t tell the difference between a real human being, and a robot. Where technology has gone to extremes. Hovering cars, talking cars, say what you want to eat and it appears in front of you, even houses that change decoration and shape every week. I had grown up around all this, but yet…. There was one thing I wasn’t used to. The idea of robot people.

Even if I couldn’t tell the difference, it made me uncomfortable walking through the Milliton and not knowing if that security officer was a robot or a human being, when a little boy bumped into me and his Grandmother reprimanded him, not knowing if he was a machine or what? Because they were just like people, and they thought just like people, and they ate just like people. But they weren’t people. They weren‘t.

I didn’t know what bothered me about them. Maybe it was because their said to be smarter than humans, some people say they can read a human being like a book, their almost super human. Or maybe it was because the news had been saying that the robot population was almost larger than the human population. Or maybe it was because they were so much better at jobs and stuff like that, that they were practically replacing humans. I didn’t know, really.

My friends I did have in High School, they all thought it was cool, or they just didn’t really care, “Aren’t they a life, because they can think for themselves and all, right? Their really just like people, Meg.” That’s what they would tell me. And you know what. I knew that. But I still hated sitting at my desk, and not knowing. Not knowing if Mrs. Shoals, my Math teacher, was HUMAN. Not knowing if half my class was robot. I hate not knowing.

The day was May 22nd, 3015. I was sitting there, chewing on the eraser of a pencil I had gotten from a junk shop. I liked old school stuff. I was fascinated by notebooks, pencils, etc. I mean, we didn’t have that stuff anymore. Notebooks and pencils, they’ve been replaced by Lin. That’s what I called her.

They were little electronic devices, called MINE. They held all your personal info and stuff like that. Lin was a Notebook, cell phone, GPS, computer, TV, MP3, all in one. I used her most of the time. I liked to hear her Hello as I would say my password, watch as the rainbow colored strap around my wrist came to life, a medium sized screen suddenly appearing. MINE’s could also be used in public. All you had to do was attach a little device to your ear, and then just think your password or whatever you wanted, and the little device transferred it to your MINE. Then, thanks to the device, you could listen to music, watch TV, etc., without anyone else hearing it too. Almost everyone had a MINE those days.

That day, I just felt like opening up the old Notebook, it’s pages so yellow and delicate I was always afraid to touch them, and putting the nicely sharpened pencil to the paper. A lot of people used their MINE’S for their diaries or journals, but I liked to use the Notebook for that. I had all ready filled up about 11 pages, full of my feelings and thoughts. After I was done writing I usually would ask the house to store it away in my safe, and it would hop to it. I was trying to remember what I was going to write. I wanted to write something down. But I couldn‘t remember. Oh yeah.

I hate not knowing.

Ch. 2 Dexter

Anna Lie grabbed my hand and pulled me forward, “Come on, Megan, hurry up, I wanna get there before it‘s crowded, ya know! The sales supposed to be totally spaztastic! It’s like, some of the most awesome stuff is gonna be on sale!”

“Uh-huh.”

Anna Lie looked at me dubiously, “I don’t think you get it,” she said, “Connie told me that she

Ok, so I know so far I only have like 2 members, besides me, but I thought I might as well ask what people think I should name this new story club! Any insight from my members is appreciated as well. Thanks! Oh, and if you're wondering what I'm talking about, read below(feel free to join):

I was noticing how there are so many people on yahoo answers who want people to edit/tell them if their stories are any good, or ask questions on names for their characters, or what their plot should be etc. I was thinking, why doesn't everyone who like writing stories get together and make a story club? Personally, I love writing stories, I think it's lots of fun!

So, anyone who's interested read some of the details below, and then become my fan and I'll be come yours, or answer if you think it's a good idea.

Details:

Once we become each others fans and you all let me know if you want to do this or not, we will know when we post things. Thus, if anyone has any questions on writing stories, or wants the clubs opinion on their story, they just paste their stories up and wha-la, the club will check it out and rate.

We could even have competitions and stuff, like, I could ask the club members in a question to post their stories for the answer, and then the club members could vote on them, and I'd choose the one that had the most votes as best answer!

I can post things when I think up new ideas etc. we could even have an add to the story game in the club.

So, if this idea goes over well, and once we get enough members, I'll probably post up a What should we name the club? question to get all of your ideas(if this happens, of course).

Let me know what you all think! This is all for the sake of writing stories, of course, and making things easier and more fun for people who write stories and want others opinions!

I was noticing how there are so many people on yahoo answers who want people to edit/tell them if their stories are any good, or ask questions on names for their characters, or what their plot should be etc. I was thinking, why doesn't everyone who like writing stories get together and make a story club? Personally, I love writing stories, I think it's lots of fun!

So, anyone who's interested read some of the details below, and then become my fan and I'll be come yours, or answer if you think it's a good idea.

Details:

Once we become each others fans and you all let me know if you want to do this or not, we will know when we post things. Thus, if anyone has any questions on writing stories, or wants the clubs opinion on their story, they just paste their stories up and wha-la, the club will check it out and rate.

We could even have competitions and stuff, like, I could ask the club members in a question to post their stories for the answer, and then the club members could vote on them, and I'd choose the one that had the most votes as best answer!

I can post things when I think up new ideas etc. we could even have an add to the story game in the club.

So, if this idea goes over well, and once we get enough members, I'll probably post up a What should we name the club? question to get all of your ideas(if this happens, of course).

Let me know what you all think! This is all for the sake of writing stories, of course, and making things easier and more fun for people who write stories and want others opinions!