Welcome to Arborsburg, the city that all these tales take place in. Arborsburg is a fair-sized city, situated on an island in Cape Cod, normal in nearly all aspects but one. This place is teeming with magick and fantasy. Odd things happen here. Werewolves and Vampires live at the old school, West Craven. The Grim Reaper and his sister make a visit from Halloweentown. Girls are transported to different realms where Elementals reign. Witches discover their true love in both Classical and Magickal ways. And the ones who rule over it all, The Creator and her friends, stand at the city limits to welcome you into the object of their obbsession.

Around here, however, we don't look backwards for very long. We keep moving forward, opening up new doors and doing new things, because we're curious...and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths. - Walt Disney (~Meet the Robinsons~)

History is the fiction we create to persuade ourselves that events are knowable and that life has order and direction. - Calvin and Hobbes

Contact us at: arborsburgstaff@yahoo.com we will answer any questions you have.

Hello all newcomers and faithful followers. *hugs to all* We hope you enjoy the site, we try to update it as much as we can, it's school time agian so we can't promise as much as we give you over the summer, but still a decent amount. ^^And make sure you check the calendar first thing, that's how you know what's new!

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The staff:

Why the Hell Do You Need a Title!? this nonsense. this dribble. the words they have left me hanging. the edge to my once sharp blade has grown ever dull with my meaningless strikes up this timber. i've forsaken my values for a meaningless goal. do any of you care of my acomplishments? i did this for you after all. i scoff and jest. i did this for me and me alone. none of you care to think of the time and effort i have toiled at this station. the breath of  new life in this wasteland of flashing color and blaring noises. close your mouths and ears. look not with your eyes but with your mind. unlock those memories you deemed childish. find that which you have lost in this mind numbing time with which we live. listen well or not at all. my words are true. this you know. care or not for i choose not. tis all you'll get from me.

Closed Heart, Open Mind Tears they say call the spice of life, others call them an outward expression of one's turmoil, some might call it grief incarnate, I call it salt water and nothing more. When I'm happy I'm happy and when I'm sad I am sad when I'm furious at my loved ones I'll make it known but do not tell me what I am feeling because somtimes I'm not really sure myself.

The Sun Sets in the North time seems to stand still and yet i kept moving. i could feel the cold fingers grasping at my throat and my breath turned to a fine mist. my blood had grown cold yet my body was drenched in sweat. all hope seemed lost atop this slanted curvature. my eyes closed and let my last breath lose with the stuttering heave and as i lay my eyes takeing gaze upon one last sight a new warth would envelop me knowing my time had not been wasted and my place in this world was just begining and soon they would see. the clock would strike at one and my fears would be laid to rest.

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The Creator. <3 & =3  

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