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posted by sevendeadlysins
Normally, this style just isn't me, but I feel like I needed to release all of my wrath, turning it into sadness, eventually.

So, I'm not an emo poem writer, but I just wanted to publicar this piece I literally just wrote.

I am broken
There's no one left to fix me.
All hope is lost
There's so much I will never be.

I am broken
My world has been shattered.
All hope is lost
I am nothing, destroyed and battered.

I am broken
The world around me falls apart.
All hope is lost
There is no chance for a new start.

I am broken
I have been left here on my own.
All hope is lost
There's no one else; I am here alone.

I am broken
The pain is too much for me to bare.
All hope is lost
In the end, the others just don't care.

I was broken
No tears remain in my fearful eyes.
All hope is gone
My world ended with nothing but lies.
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Another dia at another life, I thought to myself as I walked home. I won’t go all emo about it and tell you my life sucks, because to you it would most likely be heaven. My family is rich, I am in the popular group every girl in my school is obsessed with my brother. Everything about me is picture perfect, my looks. I have wavy blonde hair to die for; my eyes were very light green almost yellow. I was slender I had always been. And to topo, início it all I have a jock boyfriend, I know how cliché. I let out a deep sigh once I looked at the clock, it was nearly...
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posted by gossipgirlxoxo
Today was Saturday. It had been 3 days since Ethan’s and Thor’s night of fun and ever since then everyone has been laying off the whole fall in amor thing so today I decided to give the pendant thing ago.

But this time something was different
This time when I closed my eyes and the pendant went up in the air and I saw the man with the woman she looked sad.

Like she was hiding something

I tried to get into her thoughts tried to see what her feelings where but it stopped again. I got up and ran down stairs, Thor was the only one that was início and with him was Ethan. I was panting, Ethan got up,...
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posted by iluvtheshow
Prologue:
"Harper! Aren't you happy she's eating with us?" Gwen asked happily. Harper shot her sister a glare. "It shouldn't be a big deal that your step-mother decides to eat with you." Harper spit out, looking back at the book she was reading. Gwen's face fell. She didn't care what Harper thought, she was going to make the best of this. Their step-mother, Lyn, hadn't eaten with them in 2 months. Gwen walked down the hall toward the kitchen, her sister's words echoing in her head.

Chapter 1 *Gwen*

Divorce. God, I HATE that word. It's like something something toxic. Something that can ruin lives...
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posted by khfan12
Vialo By: Josie Mahre

Prolige
"Run, Ella, run!" said Vialo. "I'm running as fast as I can!" Ella said. Vialo is a 14-year-old girl with the unique name Vialo Tarah Wilson, also, she has superpowers and the ability to take over / rule the universe / save the universe. Her friend, Ella Newbie, also has superpowers. "Ella, we can hide here." said Vialo. "Vialo, go on without me. I'll catch up." said Ella. "No. I'll just telaport us out." said Vialo. "No! Vialo, they'll find you easier!" said Ella. All of a sudden, some people walked up to them. "You two aren't out yet?" asked one. "No Jasper....
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In the years following the war the Ministry of Magic struggled to regain the public's trust whilst people struggled to find peace of mind in the uncertainty of Voldemort's disappearance. In 1985 letters start appearing with a very concerning or very hopeful kind of message, depending on your point of view and personal beliefs. They are so anti-establishment, in parts so truthful, and thus potentially dangerous that the Ministry controlled Daily Prophet won't publicar them or any talk about them on the Readers' Column.

The letters lay out a vision of future where the Ministry no longer exists...
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posted by Mermaidsea
Hair Ppllllllllllllllllllllllll! I am a mermaid fã and wanna be a mermaid! But I wanna see if I'm actually a mermaid... hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm................................ we can find out together :) comment if I know a sight that tells us if I they a mermaid :)
I heard that I can have these signs:
1. U amor the ocean
2. The ocean is calling out for u
3. U don't like wearing pants
4. I r naive
5. I amor baths
6. I watch dia little mermaid everyday. But the pergunta is are we mermaids? Do we have a psychic connection with the ocean?
Are we even humans?...
Pls we can help each other find out :)
posted by Epismatic
A whisper in the cavern that goes unheard,

and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,

like the start of a brand new life, at the peak

of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.

It can't be moved por any cosmic mover,

so no passing wind or fog will douse it.

Only your eyes can scratch out the image

or accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.

Will you take hold of the key you're offered?

Stop cantar of freedom; seek it instead?

To become a companion of the new

takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.

But even por taking one step forward,

por placing one hand onto the mountain,

as the wind tugs gently at your back,

you will realize the cage has already been broken.
You wake up under a shady willow with a vague semblance of what you had dreamt.
You have dozed off again. And no wonder, there is a good book in your lap and your favorito songs are still crackling through your earbuds. You ought to replace them, they are going bad. You pull them out and decide to listen to nature’s música instead. The soft gurgle of the pond coupled with catkins rustling against each other has always been your favorito blend of sounds. Every now and again your ear is filled with the nearly undetectable buzz of a cicada humming past. You aren’t quite sure, but you think that...
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posted by edencharles
Eden Brolin enacts an 18-year-old cruddy, somewhat unbalanced pixie, who along with her friends, turns out to be the target of a sorcerers’ cult. She doesn’t seem whom you would call a strong woman and its refreshing we get this in horror movies. She seems seguinte door normal unruly girl. Her character has no outstanding characteristic, the artist somehow gives her depth. We see it in her eyes and body language.
Blood Bound plot. No it is not cute, it’s not simple; it’s pessimist and frightful. The story is suggestive of Rosemary’s Baby, which does not seem accidental.
It is 2019, and we’re still exploring age-old subjects like Wicca, human sacrifice and sects. Somehow, those subgenres stand the test of time. Horror stories built around pregnancy never get old either, for obvious reasons. As saturated as these themes may be, in horror cinema these days, Blood Bound manages to impress and surprise. It’s its own thing.
posted by zanhar1
You hear a lonesome bird call as you wander out of the forest. It is dull and misty. The sky is concrete, you can taste rain in the air.

Fell it on the breeze.

But you don't care, you keep waking. Walking into the opening where the trees grow ever mais sparse. Where the woodland meets the grassland and all that remains are the twigs and trunks the forest had coughed out. Your bate feet slide over the greenest dewy grass. And here you arrive with a sense of peace despite the chilly drizzle that has just begun to fall. A few mais steps have you standing in the center of an earthy ring. You are...
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posted by FalliNgSparks
The girl I saw had a pure soul
Her eyes sparkled like a precious stone

Her coração was much golden than her hair
her charming hair flew in the air

.......But I knew she had an aimless life

Every part of her body was filled with an innocent tear
But I made her comfy and told her dear,

nobody is useless.

As she heard this,
every part of her body went fearless.

In a hand I saw a pearl...
& that hand was of the blonde girl.
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posted by floraisbest1
IN AMAZON
tecna: i amor all my gadgets, but i enjoy nature as well
bloom: i totally tecna
stella: ugh all this humidity is making my hair frizzy
bloom: stella!
stella: huh oh yeah i loved sophix powers the outfits were amazing and i loved our bond with nature
tecna: when i think about when we had the sophix
bloom: makes me jelous of floraand just wish
stella: that i had the nature power
timmy: whoah, did you girls just finish eachother's sentece together
brandon: or did you mean totally difrent things
tecna: i was going to say what they said
stella:yeah
bloom: same thing
sky: amazing
stella: guys watch out...
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“Bow before oh bow before the Mistress of the Blade.”

She dances in shrouds of silk scarlet.

Heel over heel in spinning in time.

Fabric twisting ‘round her delicate ankles.

“Praise oh praise the Mistress of the Blade.”

The sword an extension of her graceful arm as she twirls it about in Mid-September air.

Crisp September air.

The blade slashes through leaves as they fall.

Hilt of gold adorned in ruby and diamond.

Gleaming and glistening as it slides from her grasp. Wailing through that oh so crisp Mid-September air.

“Watch in wonder oh watch the Mistress of the Blade.”

By night she finds...
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A strange girl started walking towards us, everyone was staring at her. Then they realized that she came to talk to us.
She had mid back length black hair with glowing blue streaks, dark blue eyes that seemed to glow. Pale almost white skin, and dark blue crisscrossing markings on her arms. She gave an angry no nonsense vibe, I was instantly worried.
“You need to come with me.” She said, crossing her arms, her markings pulsed with light as she did so. ”We’re not going anywhere with you, a stranger, and we have school.” Remy stated, the fact that she was unafraid scared me, this was...
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April 30,2000

Dear Diary,

Today's my sixth birthday.I can't wait to watch the new series called The seguinte Star.It's a cantar competition to see who will be the seguinte star.People of any age can try out.I hope some one between five and nine will try out and will actually be good.Anyway I have to go and celebrate my birthday.Mommy made me a sundae and a yummy chocolate cake.Aislinn said she didn't want to have one birthday for both of us.So we are celebrating hers tomorrow.Bye!

Love,

Willow May Rains

May 1,2000

Dear Diary,

Last night I watched The seguinte Star.I was watching it and all of the sudden a really...
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posted by karah1999
 Willow May Rains. 15 Yrs Old!:)
Willow May Rains. 15 Yrs Old!:)
Tik Tok on the clock,but the party don't stop!!Tik Tok!"

I covered my ears so I wouldn't hear the rest of that horrible song.People must be tone deaf to actually like it.

I watch as my sister went to turn off her alarm clock.That's when I remembered. Today we were going to see that horrible band in show, concerto because my bestfriend got tickets.My sister likes them too.The band name is Snakebite.I think they are a horrible band that are wanna be screamo/rock popstars.They suck ass.

Let me introduce myself.

I'm Willow May Rains,your regular fifteen ano old girl.I amor screamo and rock bands.Real screamo/rock...
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"Welcome to Paris!", her father, Irobin, said.
The old brown horse pulled the wood caravan into the city. Adeena looked around anxiously and wished she could just see everything at once. Although her family traveled, they had never exactly been to a city- not to settle down in. It occurred to Adeena that this was going to be her new home. She looked around skeptically- there was hardly an inch of nature to be seen. Not one. Just what seemed to be miles upon miles of little wood shops and homes, all side por side with the only o espaço being the roads and sidewalks. This was strange, the wagon was...
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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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Ariel the mermaid got hurt. She can't swim or eat or anything. We were going to call the peixe fins animal emergency call, but they would think we were full of it. We are really sad to see that mermaid hurt, but what could we do. "I have an idea," said Ashley! "What is it? Tell me already. Don't you want to help the mermaid?" " Okay. We need to make a plan," said Ashley. "What type of plan?" "You go up on costa and call for help, and if they think your lying go to the store and get coconut oil, a fake mermaid tail, and a knife. After you do that we are going to do some surgery."

" Are you okay Ariel," said Ashley? "No, I am hurting really bad." "Well, don't worry help is on their way I promise we will help you." Who's we?" "My friend, Victoria, and I, so don't worry. Just try to take a nap and everything will be ok." "Okay. I am counting on you too protect me." "I know just trust me."