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posted by SweetHoneyBunny
Talow stood leitura the task he had been given. It had come from the general of the battalions and recruiting so he couldn't object. He read the scrawled out message again:

Task #1: Thursday, August 3 ****
Recruit 003579-Dains

You are to denunciar to the prison-holds this afternoon for your task of executing the captured victims from the villages of Dains and of the Bellator boy captured one dia after. Failure to comply will result in serious penalty including but not restricted to:
Demotion
Reassigned
Imprisoned
Death

Talow swallowed as he pushed open the large doors, behind were the prison-holds. The air held a stench of sweat and blood that lingered in one's throat. He forced himself not to gag as he walked towards the three soldiers standing around a large desk. The escrivaninha, mesa was occupied por a large man who was giving one boy the death stare.
“You brought this upon yourself, failure to follow the rules has its consequences.” The man's fingers were inched towards a drawer in the desk, the boy in pergunta watched silently. “Do you remember what it was you did?” The man sat forward, a wicked grin on his face. The boy was sweating but made no mover to wipe his brow. “Speak!” He jolted and like a machine began to talk.
“I refused to follow my battalion into battle, leaving my brothers to the mercy of the Bellators.” His mouth clamped shut when he was done.
“Exactly.” The man at the escrivaninha, mesa had a look in his eye like a savage beast with its prey pinned under it. “And you know why I have to punish you for this. If everyone started abandoning mission we would have lost years ago. Is that what you want! To be ruled por self-loving Bellators! Well do you?” The man's face had turned red with rage as he leaned across the escrivaninha, mesa to shout in the traitor's face.
“No...I...um..” He was silenced por the man as he stood and gripped him por the throat.
“I new you were a rato the dia you were recruited.” He dropped him to the ground. “Take him away, I'll deal with him later.” Two of the soldiers who had been standing behind the boy now came progressivo, para a frente and grabbed him por the arms. His shouts and pleading could be heard as he was dragged down the hall. Talow watched them leave and was having segundo thoughts about this when the man noticed him.
“Quit cowering and get over here before I do the same to you.” Talow obeyed and stood before the man, handing his paper over. The man read it and sank back into his chair.
“So, you got the guts to do this or are you going to chicken out like most of them?” Talow didn't say a word as the man walked around the escrivaninha, mesa and lead him down the same hall the soldiers had vanished down. Talow could see people locked behind bars, dirty and sad-looking as he passed keeping close to the officer. When they reach cell 23 Talow could see the villagers from Dains watching him as the door was unlocked. They backed into the corner as the officer entered the cell and grabbed a thin man with bloody nails and a bruise on his cheek. He dropped him in-front of Talow.
“Your choice. We can do this the quick way or we can drag it out.” He pulled from his cinto, correia a small gun and a club with nails poking out of it. Talow looked from the weapons to the man who was watching the floor, not meeting his eyes. Talow picked the gun, checking how many rounds it had left. One. Just enough to finish the job. He saw the officer watching him, waiting for him to pull the trigger and end this mans life in full view of the others. Talow knew this man which made all so much harder. As he aimed the gun and steadied his shaking finger on the trigger Talow was about to bury the bullet in the man's head when a shout from down the hall forced him to jerk his hand and shoot the floor seguinte to the man. The officer spun on his heel and stormed down the small ahllway, stopping at a cell containing one person. The boy who had attacked Talow in the clearing. The man said something to him before he started walking back to his escrivaninha, mesa to fins another bullet.

Talow took this opportunity to run down the hall and stop at the cell.
“Why did you do that?” He asked the boy behind the bars. The boy leaned casually against the wall, examining his nails.
“Do what?”
“Stop me from shooting that villager.” Talow was growing impatient knowing that his time was running out.
“I know you don't like killing, it's written all over your face.” The boy came closer. “You want to get out of here?” Talow nodded eagerly. “Next chance you get out of this place find the main road until you reach a place with two alley ways. Take the second, it'll lead you the jungle.” Talow made a mental note of what he was told.
“Why are you helping me?”
“Think of it as a favour.” Talow took a step back from him and started to turn away.
“Thank you...um..” He didn't even know his name to thank him properly.
“Name's Raza, now get out of here.” Raza shooed him away as the officer started coming back down the hall.

Talow found the entrance to HQ easy enough, it was getting out that would cause some problems. He waited around until he saw someone he knew.
“Nico, Cyle!”
“Hey Talow, what's up?” They stopped to talk to him, moving to a mural where they wouldn't be in the way.
“I was wondering if you guys could get the guards to open the doors since you've both got mais seniority then me. I think I dropped something outside when we were coming back.” Cyle and Nico exchanged looks, not quite believing his story but they helped him anyway. When Talow was far enough away, he started to follow the directions Raza had given him, sure enough he found himself at the edge of the jungle. All he had to do was dive in there and he'd be início free, but should he? Talow looked back at the city noticing the line of men coming down the main road. He still held the plans under his jaqueta and he knew they were looking for him. Were they after the plans? Did they know he had escaped? All thinking came to late as UFS soldiers found him. Maybe if he talked to them they would see it from his point of view. He had the plans, all he had to do was show them.
posted by Problematic129
~Genre:realistic fiction, humor~
Chapter 22
        The little get together interrupted
    “Shut up! You totally cheated!” Sage yelled at my brother.
    Adam had an offended face. “Me? Cheat? Please, you help me win easily yourself.”
    “Hey!” Sage yells as Ali bursts out laughing.
    Meanwhile on the other side of the mesa, tabela Grey and Beth were in their own little world.
    “You actually went to Paris?” Beth asks, smiling.
    Grey...
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posted by 1999jacko
Rick lay in hospital with stitches all over his face and his left eye swollen up, a small eye patch like thing barely covering it up. His best friends- Allan, Brandon, Kyran and Duncan- stood around his cama telling him what happened after he left, Kyran was mainly telling him about it though because everyone had bruises apart from him," and so everyone was fighting at lunch and som black kid had his leg broken, it was so cool you could see the bone sticking out and blood went everywhere over James, sp all in all we had a good first dia of what they're calling 'the war'." Brandon smiled slightly...
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posted by Problematic129
I believe this is part 7, with another mixture of funny and inspiring pictures, cause let's face it. It's pretty hard to get fully serious, always have a happy funny mind to lighten everything in the middle of heartache and pain. Just a word of advice. Some pictures here come from pinterest hellobeliver.com, tumblr, gummy chocolates tumblr and deviant art (look for maryana02. deviantart .com), look for them, there awesome. I think one of these pictures is a repeat not sure, and too lazy to look fro the others.
Again I own absolutely nothing, and I do hope you smile laugh and get inspired because those are just wonderful feelings and it's the purpose of all of this.
Enjoy!
posted by malmcd
SLOTH

'Do you ever get off the couch, sir?
Do you ever get off the sofá and stop watching TV?
Do you ever go for a run?
Do you ever simply walk around or exercise outside?
Do you just play video games all day, sir?
Do you even do any work?
Man, you are lazy! '

I would not be surprised if someone
Said this to you, my friend,
For I am the cause of it all.
I am one of the Deadly Sins,
As you humans call me,
For I am what makes people a lazy bum.

I am a daemon from the pits of hell,
As are all my other brothers,
But I must say,
That I am not a sin,
But rather a human instinct.
And it amuses me to see you sit around...
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posted by malmcd
Millions of Miles Apart

From the moment your born somewhere out there you have a true love. At less that’s what they say? They say there’s one person who has the same coração strings as you and they complete you. And there’s nothing that can keep you apart from one another...But what if my one true amor isn’t here? I mean what if I never find him or her if that’s the case which I hope it’s not. I don’t know what to say but I’m different from the rest...What if there’s no one out there for me?
My name is Sunflower I was born on the first dia of spring, March 20, 1998. And was...
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I looked around the platform, waiting. George leaned down and whispered in my ear. "Don't worry, Hailey. They'll be here."

I glanced up at him. He had changed after the battle, we all had. George, always the prankster, became mais serious. He had even talked about closing down Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. The hole in the side of his head, where his ear used to be, was still unnerving, but I learned to accept it as a part of him.

"I know, George," I said. "There's still a connection."

"You mean that old twin telepathy thing you had going is still there?"

I stood on my toes to kiss him. "Always."...
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posted by Problematic129
~Genre:realistic fiction, humor~
Chapter 19    
    Oh, brother
    I couldn’t help but grin at Adam and Ryler, well mostly Ryler when they came through the front door. But I didn’t answer their questioning glances, right now I was too busy dancing through the house at my own happiness.
    Online the news of Meredith’s epic failure was overflowing, their were tons of rumors and ton of beijoca, smack talk, and some of the people Meredith bullied put some of their words they wanted to say on her page.
    There...
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posted by Problematic129
~Genre: Fiction, fantasy
5
        Stilere
    It wasn’t like I was expecting anything to happen, but what happened when we opened the book did surprise me.
    “What in the world is that?” Alex asked, looking at the weird lettering.
    “I don’t know, it’s definitely not English, but it doesn’t look like other languages, and I know a ton.” Iris said.
    “Maybe it’s not even a language.” Darren said. “Sure doesn’t look like it.”
    “It’s...
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posted by Problematic129
~Genre:realistic fiction, humor~
Chapter 19    
        I didn’t even need revenge
    I couldn’t help but feel giddy as I brushed my teeth and changed into mais prettier looking clothes than my bedtime pajama’s of Hello Kitty. The house was quiet and I was a little bit disappointed, but at least I’d get some time to myself, and I needed that very much. I was also glad I didn’t have to go to school either, not because I’d be embarrassed or anything, but because the minuto I saw Meredith I’d go all Ninja...
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posted by Problematic129
~Genre: Fiction, mystery and fantasia :)~
Chapter 31
        The worst form of betrayal
    I think I woke up, it still painfully hurt to breathe. But I was still in the woods, or at least seguinte to it. Witnessing the moment.
    The moment my sister died.
    I hadn’t been able to hold the tears ever since I appeared here, leaving my sister behind, I still couldn’t believe it. I missed my one chance, I remember what she had said, though I didn’t understand most of it, but I do now.
    Now...
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His eyes fluttered open, and his muscles automatically tensed. For a segundo he was back in Afghanistan, alone, without his comrades, falling asleep unguarded behind enemy lines. He noticed how his arms were, like they had been holding someone, someone who is no longer there. Gemma.... The thought entered his head like a speeding bullet. The fact that she wasn't there made him think that she had never been, that he wasn't really home, and that he imagined the whole thing. But one look around the room, his eyes adjusting to the moonlight, he could tell he was in the club house. He really was...
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posted by SweetHoneyBunny
(Fantasy)

I woke with a pounding head and a throbbing shoulder. A bright light was shining in my eyes so I couldn't see anything. “What happened?”
“You were shot.”
“Shot?” I couldn't see anyone. Suddenly, the light snapped off and the room was thrown into shadows. Rubbing my eyes, I saw that I was in some sort of operating room. “Yes, shot. Brett and Dalla brought you here, said I was the only one that could save you so I did the only thing I could.” I was drawing a blank, what was it Dylan could do? An image came into my mind. It was a stack of files, one flashing after another....
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I shook in fear as I felt him hovering over me it scard me out of skin I could already feel his hits coming. As leaned over me I heard angry load foot steps stomping their way towards us. My eyes were closed tight but snapped open when I heard his out burst.

"Dad! Stop!" He'd said firmly.

"This little witch" he stooped down so his mouth was level with my ear. "Was snooping on on our conversation I think I'll..." he chuckled "finish her off in one sweep."

I could feel the cold metal of the faca against my skin against my vocal cord. God, I wasn't even breathing I didn't didn't bother to think....
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Action: Spy Fiction

Chapter Two: I May Be A Spy But Weather Can Kick My Butt Any Day

      I and almost everyone else is the world takes life for granted. I didn't realize how good I had it until something hit our jet which immediately caught on fire. Years of training for disasters like this kicked in. I was on high alert looking for the nearest exit. My dad was already at one with two parachutes. Dang it. How could he have possibly have gotten those that fast? This would not seem impressive. Our pilot was already trying desperately to control the jet. It was like he wasn't afraid of those...
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posted by 1999jacko
4 weeks ago
Ron sat miserably in his apartment watching the new for something interesting, when a beeping noise butted into his little dia dream. He ran over to the mesa, tabela where the phone was placed, he picked it up instantly hitting answer." Hello commander, is my dad back yet?" he said hopefully. The commander cleared his throat before answering," Ron I'm really sorry but we just received a message and its not good news... I'm afraid your father is dead and we need you to relocate away from Washington today. So pack your stuff and get ready for your escort to take you to your new home." All...
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posted by flabaloobalah
Genre: Realistic Fiction, Mystery, Drama/Romance

Claire and I unpacked our belongings and put them in our own dressers and waited for lunch to be ready.
After a little while, Leila hollered for us. As Claire and I reached the doorway, we observed the stampede as the six of them pounded down the stairs.
When my little sister and I reached the kitchen, Jeb greeted us and handed us a bowl and silverware. At the head of the table, Leila stood with a ladle and served us plenty of food. I sat seguinte to Makayla, and Claire sat across from me, seguinte to Joey.
The meal was spent in almost total silence, save...
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posted by flabaloobalah
Once we were all done swarming each other, Leila helped Claire and I through the little herd of cousins, upstairs, to our room. Where usually you would take a left and be looking at their bedroom doors and a bathroom, we took a right at the topo, início of the stairs so we were faced with a room i hadn't seen before. The interior was a pale, almost skin like beige that was cracked and peeling in some spots, especially where our beds were pushed against the wall. Beside each cama was a small mesa, tabela with drawers and a lamp. In between us was a large window, creating a distorted patch of light on the scratched...
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Hi, my name is Jonas. I'm thirteen. I'm...well, not what you would consider normal.
I have twenty pairs of X-His from the converse store seguinte door, all pink. Okay, okay, see? I'm not normal. And that's not the end of it.
I have thirty T-shirts that say ovelha, ovelhas vampiros Rock on them. Yeah, I amor the horror movie "Sheep Vampires." It's filled with ovelha, ovelhas that get tortured and wake up at midnight only to turn into ovelha, ovelhas vampiros that suck the blood out of their shepherds. It's rated R, but my parents never notice. I bet they don't even know there's a rating system. Lucky for me.
So, this morning, I woke up, when my glass of coca-cola left from an ano atrás shimmered. A misty face appeared.
"Jonas...come here to me...or you shall suffer the consequences...like your precious ancestors," the woman screamed.
Was it my imagination...or did I get sucked into my glass of Coke?
 Jonas's glass of coca-cola
Jonas's glass of Coke
posted by 1999jacko
because I like to have lots of stuff on at once heres a prologue of one of my new stories

The prologue
I ran progressivo, para a frente into nothing things being erased in the path of the other kids behind me, the world is crumbling before my eyes. MY friends that have already died bodies appear on the nothingness in front of me I shove them away from my eyes and jump high over them.Too high I feel the pain shoot up and down my leg searing a hole of pain in my head and then that's all I feel, think and hear..Pain and that's when I know they are right behind me haunting me for all the bad things I've done I just...
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posted by flabaloobalah
Genre: Realistic Fiction, Drama/Romance

There was this one summer I spent with my cousins, back when I was fourteen. My little sister, Claire, went to their house with me.
That first day, when we jumped out of the van, we were stunned. The house was this glorious, leaning, peeling, giant início on a winding dirt road. The paint was a soft baby blue, something that reminded me of rocking cavalos and winter nights. Our Auntie Leila stepped onto the rickety porch and waved and smiled. Cautiously, Claire and I waved and smiled back. Uncle Jeb came to give us hugs. We returned the hugs without complaining....
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