Krom Network.

This is a new project on the original  Krom Network..I thought I would tell you about it. all present writers and one future writer of KN. Join 4 adventures on their quest to get out of the Universe of Dreams, and put the person or thing( a Gigantic Lemon Humanoid!) to justice. Contribute to their adventures on the original Krom Network, to get in just contact me at Trainstralk@gmail.com.

 As  I sit here and think about my day.     And how we parted ways. Maybe it was better that way.     You said "hey", I said " good day''. And went on my way. It was a good day and the Thunderstorm makes me think other ways.    I should have stayed and said more than "good day". ( I was just too nervous) I guess this is how I pay. You met another person at your own bay. Cause you're a mermaid that way. Now i regret my decision , to split with you like division. your the 12  and I'm the 3 and my decision is the four. Who likes to pour pain and rain into the situation. Now i regret my decision , to split with you like division. We could be sitting elsewhere. And that possibility is not too much too bear. My feelings seem to lash in this UN-joyful little bash. I was just to afraid to ask,as you basked in the gym lights. that night in said goodnight to you, and i promise i will say hello and bring you Jello. and ask the q...

As I travel across space i wonder if i'm out of place. Traveling in space and its a race that never seems to end. Traveling forever is traveling that never ends. We could never be newly weds. But that depends, but because i lost your planet. By the winter frost, i think it was better, because i couldn't stand the weather. We used to play all day, in May. But of  all the people on planet Earth , we  where the ones who had to pay. There were no beach-y summer days. No eating ice cream in the hay. All those days went away, when I couldn't stay. So I say good day. So we went are way. I could fell my 4 hearts fray. We used to play all day, in May. But of  all the people on planet Earth , we  where the ones who had to pay. There were no beach-y summer days. No eating ice cream in the hay. All those days went away, when I couldn't stay. Maybe its that day I will write you letter. With a blue jay feather.  And  find that colorful...

Now Its dark and now I know we should have gone to the park. But we we should climb up the the ark and kiss in the dark. The shadows lark and when they fade they'll take us to moring, when it is not to dark to go to the park. But one problem you're not there ,sleeping in your room with your teddy bear. who has lost almost all its hair, from the time you haven't been there. Don't give up. not ever and not here. (I love you dear.)  Don't give up, not ever and not wherever you are. Because I'll be there. ( I miss touching your hair.) Now there ,we are far apart. Its not a good work of art. Don't be scared, I know your hands bare. But mine are too, and I feel as if i have caught the flu. (Without you). Don't give up. not ever and not here. (I love you dear.)  Don't give up, not ever and not wherever you are. Because I'll be there. ( I miss touching your hair.) I wish had superglue to glue our bare and lonely hands together. But its like our hearts ar...

If I met a Ladie Genie. I could travel off with her in a Lamborghini. I could wish for a thousand wishes....     I would wish for a date and we'll celebrate. Filling the area that was once filled with hate and I couldn't debate.    I wished for kisses. I got them.          Money to overwhelm. But I couldn't tell something wasn't going well. As far as I could tell.   And no all my wishes are gone, With The Girl Genie, who decided she would hurl if she stayed.        Now if I had one wish., I would wish her back and stop her from doing another person's dishes.    If I had one wish I would get her a kiss... in bliss. tiss.tiss.   But may things are ad-miss. Now I'm coming for her. And I remove and UN-stir all the problems that lead up to this mess.    I'll wrong the rights with all my might. And I won't give up the fight!

This Battle has been going on for some days. Talen and William are trying to better each on writing poems. You can vote on them in Comments. With 1- as poor. 2- a bit poor. 3- good 4-better 5- the Best. So Vote. Talen has been calling himself Mint Thunder. William is calling himself River Breeze. Please hurry voting closes May 18,2010. But i'm not sure the poems will stop. But please, i'm going nuts!!!!

 i wish i could run away and find my own place to stay. To stay away, from the people who want me to pay. and from the people that are losing the game of life. that we play every day. If i could my place, would never go to waste. It would keep me in place. Sorrowing spires and something to admire. yes it has that. A closet full of hats that hang on the ceiling walls like bats. also that. a room where visions run wild and don't lack for style. i would put my papers in a fashionable pile. a place where i could transport myself from here to some miles. my house would never go out of style, and it would clean itself and never be mean to me.  i wish i could run away and find my own place to stay. To stay away, from the people who want me to pay. and from the people that are losing the game of life. that we play every day. Sorrowing spires and something to admire. yes it has that. A closet full of hats that hang on the ceiling walls like bats. also that. a room where visio...

Good Heavens! Only good  Ruth can stand the truth. other people will lose their tooth. like in a hay stack, there's a needle and its Ruth. That you can always count on to tell the truth. Good Heavens! Only good  Ruth can stand the truth. other people will lose their tooth.  Good Heavens , I say because almost where ever I go,  No simple person can stand the truth. Its only needles in haystacks, like Ruth,can stand the truth. many people will kick down booths , if they hear the truth. many people will blow their heads off, with a loud sound"PO-UF-TT". many people will jump and fall with a thump, if they hear it. If they hear it. and that's the truth..... Good Heavens! Only good  Ruth can stand the truth. other people will lose their tooth.  Good Heavens , I say because almost where ever I go,  No simple person can stand the truth. Its only needles in haystacks, like Ruth,can stand the truth. many people w...

I'm sorry Talen and that other brute don't celebrate valentines.... So I will do the special in place of them......So I bring you 5 pictures and a song....the others will kill me for this, further ado...

Sorry, The Net Hunters contest has been delayed to summer. We really don't like doing things halfway and we have no contestants- the 4 we need! So the flight is delayed for now..........

Dear, readers Talen has finally stopped being selfish and will change the name of his blog. I'm not to sure about this contest, with strangers becoming authors. You have to be careful by allowing authorship to strangers , or they will be writing mess on your blog. Thank you for reading this. Even though there are about only 5 people that can read this.

Dear, Humans everywhere Umm, where am I to start. Oh, yeah, Humans never get cats as pets; they are bad all of them. Go with a dog for instance, dogs are much better pets. We are not lazy nor do we climb trees in order just get stuck up there. Cats are down out right evil, they may look cute but they are not. For instance once I saw a human boy get scratched by a cat , just because he wanted to play with it. To this day, that boy has scars along his arms , because of that cat. Just take my word for it, humans, cats are down out right evil don't make me elaborate on that subject. For your own safety , Humans, don't get cats for pets! Thank you, CHOU, the talking dog. Under Talen Han's account.

Dear Lindy, The secerts of black magic have been long foregotten, but now oddly they are being rediscovered by two humans, one calls himself Sots and the other one name is Rok. I must stop them before they birth something to horrible it cannot be killed, Golthas . If it is too late ,my child and I die you must take the staff of Amoku and gather the elders and hope for the best. You are the world's last hope, love,Tom J. becksworthy.