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posted by fangs286
I ran as hard as i could, my feet smaking the ground, crushing leaves and twigs.
I heard my own breath ragged but i kept running. David had already been taken and so had Amy but i wasn't giving up that easily. I threw another look over my shoulder, even though i didnt hear anything. Of course there was nothing there.
They were to smart for that.
In my haste, i tripped over a árvore that had fallen. i tried to scramble back up, but i hard set of arms grabbed my shoulders. I screamed, but i knew that no one would come for me. So when the hand clamped over my mouth i stopped my protests. Of course my attacker whipped me to face him, but i slammed my eyes shut and turned my head away.
"Carter. Look at me."
"NO!'
i felt cold fingers against my cheek. Even though i tried to rip my head away from them, it was to no avail.
"Open your eyes Carter."
i did what i was told. Of course he stood there looking at me, but instead of feeling encantada like Amy had with him i felt a burst of disgust.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME?!"
"Carter i tried to stop them, i really did-"
"Sure. I should have known better to trust a stranger. All my friends and i wanted was directions, not death!'
The strange boy looked at me. I knew he would look at first. My pure white hair and rosa, -de-rosa eyes. i really hated being Albino. I would get stares from anyone, anywhere for something i was born with.
But this boy was odd to look at as well. His hair fell to his ears in golden curls that looked soft enough to sleep in. His eyes were an odd shade of blue, like the sky.
"I'm truley sorry. My friends thought you were the enemy."
"just let me go!" i snarled pulling free of him and i sprinted away as hard and as fast as i could.

When i got back to the Plaxe, what happened seemed to real in my mind. Amy,David and i had gone out for a walk and i had gotten lost. Our cellphones had no reception so we couldn't call anyone. Thats when we had seen them. There was the boy that had followed me and then there was his nine other friends. Including him,there were five boys and then four girls. They had attacked as soon as i had told them we were lost. In the struggle i had managed to throw a few punches, but David had been thrown to the ground quickly followed por a faca and Amy's head was smashed por a heavy rock. Satisfied with what they had done, they had turned to me. That's when i ran.
Something inside me told me that these people were cunning and strange. Then something else had said who the hell cares?! they just killed two of your friends!RUN!
Finn and Marta wouldn't be happy to know that two mais of us had been killed. the Plaxe was another início that we had been moved to. All of the kids in the início had been found on the streets. There are... well were 14 of us but now there was only 12. I had been with these people my whole life. Marta told me that they found me in the ashes of an old início that had burned. we took in new people all the time. But someone almost always ended up dead. All of us had the worst luck ever.
I ran to my room, avoiding anyone in my path. when i got there i lyed down on my cama and stared at the ceiling.
That's when i remebered. How had that boy in the woods known my name?
Who were they?
Chapter 2
As i was lying on my bed, i heard the crinkle of paper under me. I pulled back the blankets to reaveal a letter. I turned it over again and again but there was nothing but my name in curvey handwriting.
posted by ZekiYuro
Tobias Kellerman
Basics: Age 17, Born April 23, 1968. Lives in Berlin, Germany
Brown hair, blue gray eyes.

What is your happiest memory?
My happiest memory was when we moved to Friedrichshain. My dad got a promotion and we had to move. That is when I met Ivonne. We grew up together and we have really been best friends.

What don’t you want anyone to find out about you?
I would do just about anything to get Daniela to be my girlfriend. We've been dating but I want a mais committed relationship with her. That is kind of scary since her father is head of the local Stasi.

What is the best part of your...
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posted by AshleyA-Brizzle
I sit alone,
alone in the dark.
no place to run,
no place to hide.

he is coming after me,
he is looking everywhere.
he wont stop until he finds me,
until he is here

he tells me that im ugly,
that im unwanted here.
he will try everything to hurt me
to see me cry

he loves to watch the tears run down my face
to me there is no greater pain....

he has found me.
what can i do?
were can i run?
were can i hide?
were can i escape this pain inside?

i am afraid,
not of him, but of his words
he cuss's and swears at me.
what can i do?
how did i anger him?

He swears at me still
and yet i still cry.
he sees the tears,
he wipes them...
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posted by rebaj2010
Preface
Three boys, one girl. None of them are fighting fare and they will do whatever it takes to get her. You my be wondering why she is so special, but to answer that pergunta you have to venture into these boys heads...


Chapter 1
Mika

"Oh no, my new tanktop" Heather wined por my side. She was so annoying, but so hot.
"Shut up, Heather" I said getting up from the lunch mesa, tabela where hr had dropped pizza sause on her rosa, -de-rosa tank.
As I walked across the lunch room, ducking to avoid fling carrots, I glanced to my left. I caught Kate out of the corner of my eye. I paused and backed up a step. She...
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posted by zanhar1
Really old thing I dug up. Because I was reminded of it.

Elise stood before two paths. Upland trail, read the sign, rickety and made of moss eaten and decaying wood. And Downback Thickets, indicated its sister sign.
What a lonely, bleak place, Elise pondered. She looked skyward. The surrounding trees were rather intrusive, blocking her view of the foggy-quartz sky.
She nudged at a rock with her big toe.
Her big toe?!
“Where are my shoes?” She muttered aloud. When had she lost them? How hadn’t she noticed the mud squishing between her toes? She looked over the ground.
No sign of her Uggs anywhere....
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posted by dragonwriter
Bullets fly through the air at a man behind a car. He rolls from the car to an alley avoiding the gun fogo and makes a run for a motorcycle on the other side. Once getting there he pulls a .44 out of a saddle bag on the side and takes off as fast as it can go. No sooner than he hit the throttle the force was on him once again with heavy fogo whizzing past his head. With them picking up speed he starts avoiding the incoming traffic hoping they continue to miss. He pulls the .44 from the coldre and fires a few shots back. He turns back and holsters the gun and tries to stay ahead. After a few mais blocks a cruzador gets beside him and shoots his back tire. The bike loses control and as he tries to turn it flings him off into the side of a parked car. With some broken ribs and a banged up leg and tries to run but hits the ground as an officer tackles him.
posted by para-scence
Inspired por the song, "Circle" por Flyleaf. :)

"His coração ripped out to show me he loved me, but I wouldn't believe him. He did all that he could, I still would not believe him!"




I sat on the school bench, my head in my hands. The whole world was spinning, and I couldn't keep my balance. My coração was encased in a thick glass of guilt. Nothing I could ever do would change this...

He had told me he loved me.

But he was my best friend; he couldn't feel that way about me. It just wasn't meant to be...

So I'd pushed it off. I'd laughed, and joked around with him about it. He seemed to go along with...
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posted by edwardsca
    It was a cold winter morning. The wind was a cold, rápido, swift breeze. I was upstairs in my room turning page por page reading.I went down to eat my warm, golden biscuits on the old cracked wooden table. I went to go get the bucket and some water to wash up, the bucket was broken and the water was freezing cold like the rough winter nights. After my refreshing bath I went to go get dressed, I put on my camisa which was red as my own dear mother's cereja sweet lips. I zipped up my saia it was black like the midnight sky, and buckled my black shoes. I was walking down the dirt...
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Well,he walked up to me and he asked me if I wanted to dance.
He looked kind of nice so I said I might take a chance.
When he danced he held me tight
And when he walked me início that night
All the stars were shining bright
And then he kissed me.

Each time I saw him I couldn't wait to see him again
I wanted to let him know that he was mais than a friend
I didn't know just what to do
So I whispered " I amor you"
And he said that he loved me too
And then he kissed me.
He kissed me in a way that I've never been kissed before,
he kissed me in a way that I wanna be kissed forever more.

I knew that he was mine so I gave him all the amor that I had
And one dia he took me início to meet his mum and his dad
Then he asked me to be his bride
And always be right por his side
I felt so happy I almost cried
And then he kissed me.
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added by segafan
 início of the freely and Justified
Home of the freely and Justified
On a cold, dreary evening
Sleep was improbable
Emerging from my bed
Like a delicate butterfly
Raindrops pouring on my smooth, darkened window.
Pondering miraculous thoughts
About being a teen in America

Freedom to express myself as an individual
I want to relinquish my profound story
Being a teenager with freedom is
Hopeful
Rewarding
Honorable
Desirable

The past is behind me, the future is just beyond my grasp

Learning to be flawless through life's experiences

Having the pleasure to persue my ambitious talent

Being a teen in America simply is my stepping
stone to future greatness.
The only sound that could be heard in the large hospital of Melbourne was the continuous beeps from the room in which Jamie's daughter lay.

The white walls and the bright yellow lights were too much for Jamie too take and the pergunta which he dreaded to ask himself filled his head. First of all why is my precious Stephanie in here? Nothings wrong with her she stayed at Ashley's all weekend. What could have happened? and secondly why hasn't that receptionist stopped staring at me. She hasn't looked away since i sat down.
Jamie looked down at his watch, it was eight in the morning. He had been...
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posted by Cutebutcrazy--
My name is Gennive Mason.
I am 13 years old.
And oh yeah. I'm the last vampirehunter alive.
You pobally think it's so cool. " Oh yeah she's the last vampire hunter alve. You must be everyones hero." Wrong. No one and I repeat no one can know about me or vampiros or warer lobos or shape- shifters or witches. You see it goes against code. The sacred code of all night creatures even I have to fallow it or I'm dead. por law it says if a vampire hunter tells anyone about the night creatuures they send some one then it's bye-bye hunter. Lovley isn't it. I find it kinda ironic. My job is to find and...
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posted by dragonwriter
I awoke a couple of hours later. I looked around for the old man but he was nowhere ti be found. I got out of the cama and starting walking to the front door to see if he went outside. When I opened the door there was nothing but black. When I turned back around he was standing there.
"Where were you going? You need your rest so go back and lay down." He went to grab my arm to lead me back to the cama but I pulled away. "My name is Shaun so stop calling me boy old man. I don't need to lay down, I need to go." As I turned back to the door he grabbed my arm. "Go where? You have nowhere to go....
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posted by inexplicable
I ran against the wind which came contrary to me.
I ran against the wind which approached me till I adhered to the parapet panting. Hardly anybody was mais in the park although it was rather warmly and still not at all so dark. The sun just set and the water under me turned orange-red now. I needed a while, before I came to the quiet, then I did not urso it any mais and the tears forced her way. I knew that she lied. I knew that this not corresponded to the truth what she had said to me. I did not have any proof for it but I could feel that there was something wrong. I did not want any more....
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