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posted by Abyssail
A shapeless void. Interrupted only por the occasional shooting star. Every now and then you can see colour flare into existence but as soon as you notice it, it vanishes and the void returns. Sparks. Vessels. Charges and Impulses. Back and forth and back and forth across the void. Basic, baseless functions repeated to death and beyond. The system is all they know, all they're aware of. Incapable of comprehending the couture of convalescence conveyed about their crafted construction. Barricades exist, of course. Occasionally one of the roads will shut down and the vessels will be stuck in a “traffic...
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This is just the first 2 chapters; I don't know what I'm going to do with it much, but I want to get opinions on what I have so far. Thank you.

"How much longer?" Rena whined, her head on her desk. Her voice was just a raspy whisper, quiet enough to not draw the attention of Frau Abendroth, our study hall supervisor and Rena's German teacher. I looked at my cellphone.

"Three mais minutes," I whispered.

"Kill me," she muttered.

"Halt deine verdammte Mündung," Frau Abendroth grumbled from her desk, not taking her eyes away from the magazine she was reading. Rena looked up and glared at her. I held...
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posted by gerybarzaka
Hello! This is my first post on this page, but I wanted to share a short story I wrote. I hope you like it!


They say that when you hit the bottom there is nowhere to go but up. I didn’t believe that. I was standing on solid rock and no one could convince me that it gets better. My dream of becoming a writer was shattered into little pieces. My coração with it. I lost everything. I could barely make enough money to eat, let alone pay my rent. There was no passion in my life. My grandfather had left me everything he had and I wasted it. All of it. I was living in a lousy one room apartment. All...
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 Veronica
Veronica
"Look Bob! I found them! I found them!" a boy about 20 years old shouted, and pointing to a huge old willow tree. Another boy about the same age as him sprinted towards the boy, "Oh! Finally! Now the villagers will believe our little Veronica now. Good job Sky!" Sky, the boy that had just pointed out the tree, beamed with pleasure.
Suddenly, the willow árvore which was green, turned bright red, then white and at last pink. The two boy gasped and ran towards the tree. All of a sudden, the rosa, -de-rosa árvore let out a shriek, that pierced the boys ears. Then, tons of rosa, -de-rosa birds flew out of the tree. The...
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posted by E-Scope90
Okay, this is my oversized story. I just really hope you enjoy. I originally posted this last year, but for some reason, it got deleted. So I'm re-posting it. Enjoy.

The Streets of Manhattan
9:36 AM
I was running away. Running away from it all. I just couldn't stand it anymore. All the abuse, the fights....I couldn't take it.

I was literally running away from these guys. They were trying to rape me. They were chasing me with actual knives. I knew I wasn't going to survive. I was running in heels...I wasn't going to live. I wasn't going to live!

"Get away from me, you ra-"
I tripped onto the streets....
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posted by misscrazel
If I put: **** it means they said a cuss word I don't feel comfortable writing.




Brianna was running through the woods, branches whipping her face. She glanced behind her. A young woman with long black hair was pursuing her. She shot an Arqueiro at the woman but she dodged and it flew right passed her. The woman grabbed her hair and pulled her closer.

"You can't get away can you Blondie?" she asked. her breath stank of peixe and blood.

Brianna struggled to get away.

"Your a tough one aren't you?" she asked, "Well I'll spare your mother if you stop it."

"I don't believe you," said Brianna.

"Well than,"...
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My name is Timothy Roger Cole III. This is mais or less my story.
Well, mine and about a half dozen others. So for the sake of convenience I'm going to tell this story to you from a third person perspective, and not always narrate it from my own point of view - since I wasn't present for some of the important stuff, and it'd be easier to tell you what happened than recount the tedious discussions on this stuff that I had to go through to get anything remotely resembling a full picture of the events.
I hope you appreciate the things I go through for you. Anyhow, let us begin.

Timothy Roger Cole...
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posted by JellyPopper
WARNING MAY BE INNAPROPRIATE FOR KIDS UNDER 10 don't worry not real :P Chance Manner was a college student who was sent to an asylum for attempting to bite a mans leg off after using basalts without anyone knowing he took them. He has only tried once to grow big finger nails and slit his own neck open. So they put him in a mais extreme room where someone has recently escaped. there was a rip on the side of the mural of foam, he found it and there was a hole that let underground then back up to the outside world. He made it outside and the world just got a whole lot mais dangerous. His first...
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As ancient as mother Earth’s treachery
Caught in the line of Athena’s sight
Left alone to travel in this treacherous world
She walks in beauty, like the night

Though with beauty comes this fight of death
In this quest she fails though she tries
Eternally alone in this fateful dark
Of cloudless climes and starry skies

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent
How could it after what happened?
My pain unbearable, yet it happily shines
I look on from Artemis’s tent
As the sun sets on the sea that took his life

The smiles that win, the tints that glow
I will never forget my amor for him
As a Huntress I now see Hermes
With the soul of the lost he flies off like a crow
Till we meet again, farewell my love
posted by Rae-Ash
It’s the color of you
You always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid form them

With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our laranja book bags
Saved us from some pain

We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two laranja crayons
When everyone else was green

Then you left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
You were in the laranja field in the sky
You always said was there.

The laranja of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though you left too soon

Orange…

Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone laranja in the rainbow
Without you here


I protect my own
Though I wish you were here

Now laranja is my color
A color for you bravery
A color for my survival

laranja will forever be our color
Even though death took you away

Forever laranja for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
CHAPTER TWELVE:
Danny wakes up around noon; he seems dizzy the moment his eyes open. I close the blinds swiftly. “Are you okay?” I ask stupidly, already knowing the answer. Danny is in unimaginable pain on the inside. The infusion I gave him was quick, thus the change was slightly different than most. “Horrible.” He mutters, grabbing his head. I lean over to look at him. The change has affected him, I note, and there may be different after effects. After all, his transformation into a vampire was as I mentioned before, highly unusual. “Ashley.” He says, finally placing a name to...
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CHAPTER ELEVEN:
OCTOBER 30, 1995:
The sun rises over Crystal Falls; the chill of the autumn wind fills the air outside. vampiros hate the cold. As I ponder what to do, Danny lies asleep on the couch, still unconscious. The effects of my blood have taken a toll on him. I ponder whether to continue my investigation at the high-school. Doing so would put Harold at great risk. Yet, somehow I think pique, lúcio has plans for the students. I look at the calendar. It is the thirtieth, the dia before Halloween. Halloween, the anniversary of the dia I made my first kill. I reminisce once mais into my past.
ALBANY...
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posted by queenpalm
Chapter 2
"Please! Please! Please!" I begged. My parents exchanged glances, then looked back at me.
"You want a lemur, Mana?" Mr. Walker asked.
"Yes! Please! I'll take really good care of her!" I pleaded.
"How much would it cost to take care of it?" Mrs. Walker asked.
"Well, they eat fruit, and not much because they're so small. Plus, this lémure, lemur was circus trained, so she shouldn't need anything special."
"What about health, and the veterinarians?"
"I'll turn 12 in a week, so I can babysit mais often. I can use that money to pay for the vet's bill," I said, really having no idea. I just agreed to...
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posted by StarWarrior
CHAPTER ONE
    “I’ve got it!” Shade squeaked.
    “Hurry!” esmeralda barked, trying to keep up with him.
    “Corner it there, quick!” Kitmira barked.
    Shade turned the rabbit toward the thick thorn bushes. It was getting tired. Shade pounced; he landed perfectly on its back.
    “Bite it!” Neko commanded.
    Emerald lunged progressivo, para a frente and sunk her teeth into its neck.
    “Good catch!” Mamma called.
    “Did we hunt...
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posted by LaDispute
She was obsessed with the idea that tragedy is beauty and death is immortality.

He would watch her when she opened her mouth in class, watch the way she flashed smiles when she spoke. He swore to commit the crinkles at the corners of her eyes to memory, the freckled valleys lit up por her eyes.

He soon found that he could be the cause of those valleys, a Creator building up his own world from the base of her narrow satisfaction. She soon found that his convictions in tandem with hers had the power to endlessly pursue the edge of the universe in its expansion.

And when they first kissed that cold...
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posted by Dreamcatcher26
Khloe, Caroline, a few other friends and I flung ourselves down the rua to the hottest club in town devils lounge, I was thankful that the bouncers here were as dumb witted as everywhere else about fake ids.

Inside the club Icy, smoke lurked on the ground; coloured lights gave me a spontaneous rush of excitement. I looked at the seas of bodies that were grinding on the dance floor, an arm snaked around my waist before spinning me around to hold me in their grip.

'Scarlett bebês you joining us tonight for a hit?'
I scoffed and pushed Eric of me.
‘Control your brother Khloe before the dog gets...
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posted by darkling_menace
(I have thought of a bunch of characters over the years, but since I suck at making stories for them to be in, I can only make the character itself with a bit of back story. Today is going to be the first dia that I'll be posting these characters on here, since this is the composição literária club, and I don't want my mind to be cluttered with character ideas. This character came to me when I was rethinking an idea for an old character.)

Darcel was once the leader of a tribe of ancient humans in what is now known as modern England, he was a sorcerer who used his magic as an advantage over everyone else,...
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III The Library
The seguinte room Ember visited was to her a Heaven on Earth. An enormous room just for holding books! The ceiling was so high it would have taken ten of her standing on topo, início of one another the reach it. The shelves and shelves of books were piled right up to the topo, início and there were several ladders placed conveniently so that she could reach the topmost books.
Ember walked round the room as though she were in a dream. She loved leitura and devoured every book she found but she had never had a whole biblioteca full of them to herself. She barely knew where to start. Every square inch of...
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II The Kitchen.

Unsure where to go Ember dithered in the corridor outside the nursery for almost ten minutos the seguinte morning. But soon the delicious smell of apples and cinnamon reached her nose.
She followed the scent until she reached a large old fashioned kitchen. An old, wooden table, worn and scrubbed filled the middle of the room. It was the biggest cozinha Ember had ever saw. One side of the room was simply all cupboards and drawers of all different shapes and coloured. Ember’s curiosity burned but she was distracted por a large woman wearing an apron. She was taking a steaming apple...
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So, hi.
To those of you who don't know me, my name is Josephine. You can see me mostly hanging about the heroes of Olympus spot.
I write mostly fanfic on fanpop (If you want to see my original work check out HousexofxNight on Quizilla), but my friend annabeth523 asked me to post this online so she could read it.

Basically put, this year, on the first of September, I turn sixteen. My goal is to have typed 100,000 words of a single story por then. I started typing on the 28th of December 2012 and I am just over 42,000 words in. I am now editing what I have written so far.

What you are about to read...
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