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posted by gossipgirlxoxo
I walked over there my very first thoughts were Thor. But it wasn’t. I walked over there and saw Ethan I opened the window. He pushed his way passed me without saying a word; he lay on my cama and started to breathe slowly. “What the...” I said looking at him but he didn’t even look back at me he just stayed there. I walked over and sat on the bed. “Well” I said. “Shh, I have a major headache” he said rubbing his temples. I smacked him on his chest and for a segundo I let it lie there and then he looked at me. “So what happened?” he said smiling a smug smile. “What do you mean?” I said giving him a confused look. “What made you change your mind about me?” he said still smiling. For a segundo I was still giving him the confused look but then I remembered. Ethan’s power includes leitura you like an open book. “Oh god” I said and got up; I put my hand over my mouth. “Come here” he said waving his hand. “No, I’m fantastic over here” I said still in shock. But then he came over and put his hand on my cheek like the other day. We were in each other’s gaze when finally he kissed me.

The kiss started off simple but then something came over me I grabbed his shoulders moving my hands up to his neck, I pushed him back onto my mural a fotografia fell down we both laughed. In the segundos our lips separated we would have to take a breather. Then after that he pulled back I wanted to pull him back to me, but then I heard a thump. “Thor” he said and he went into my bathroom. I stayed there part of me thinking about had just happened and the other part thinking what am I going to tell Thor.

He came in. “what’s going on here?” he said, looking at all the broken glass and broken pictures. “Umm...well I am dancing” I said. He gave me a ‘do you think I am an idiot?’ look and he went into my bathroom. I stopped breathing but when he came out alone I realised that Ethan was gone. Part of me was mad at Thor from coming in but I guess another part was relieved, who knows how far it could have gone.
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n the morning I woke up and saw the glass near my bed. “It wasn’t a dream” I said to myself. I then ran to my closet and put on the first things I could find, a Yellow camisa and navy blue jeans. I walked down stairs and saw Thor and Ethan sitting at the table. I walked in and sat on the other side opposite to Ethan. Ethan smiled and winked at me while Thor was turning to look on the game. I kicked him under the table. Thor turned back and looked at me. “So what happened last night?” he said. “What do you mean?” I said I knew what he meant. “Last night, when I came in and checked on you, and don’t say that you were dancing because you weren’t” He said and signed. Ethan acted intrigued. “Oh, yeah that I umm....tried the pendant thing again” I said. As soon as I said it a sign of relief went over Ethan’s head. Thor smiled “Why?” He said raising an eyebrow. “Well, I need to help him so I thought I would try it and I’ll stop though, I mean my photo’s lives are in danger” I said smiling. Thor returned the smile as he got up and went upstairs. “Be right back” he said. “Well, looks like you are my little princess” He said smiling. He walked over and sat seguinte to me just like he did the other day. “No, I’m not last night was a mistake. One that I will never do again” I said. He put his hand on my cheek like last night. “So, if I were to kiss you” He whispered in my ear. I didn’t slap his hand away. His lips were just touching mine.

The kiss was not like last night this kiss was gentle, our lips were slowly moving in the rhythm of each others. Then he pulled away I had that same felling, I didn’t want him to stop. But this time Thor wasn’t coming. “What?” I said moving back an inch. “If Thor walked in right now would you stop?” he said coming close to me. “Where did this come from?” I asked. “Answer my question” He said. “Yeah, yes of course” as soon as I said he moved back a stood up. “Then you’re right” he said and went up stairs. “What do you mean? I asked. There was no answer.

For the rest of the dia all I could think about was Ethan’s riddle. Then suddenly I hear a knock at the door. I walk over and answer it. Relief went over my head it was Ethan. “Oh if it isn’t the riddler” I said walking off. I could hear him following me but I ignored it. “It’s not a riddle” he said as he grabbed my arm. “Yes it is" I said in a mocking tone. “No it’s not” he said letting go of my arm. “Then tell me what it meant” I said, walking into the cozinha and sitting down at the table, he did the same. “You said that you weren’t my little princess” The words came out of his mouth like a faca in my back. I wasn’t his little princess and I would have stopped if Thor had came in. “I hurt you, didn’t I?” I didn’t want him to say yes. “No, but you made your point” he said. “What point?” I asked. “That you are not my little princess and you can’t be last night I was off my head. And you were lost in your thoughts” I words hit me, I didn’t hurt him but he had hurt me. “So what you’re saying is that last night was a mistake” I said. “Yeah” he said as he got up. It was a mistake, I said I didn’t want to get into the whole boy seguinte door thing and I nearly did. “Okay” I said and got up like him. I didn’t even say goodbye I just turned around and left.
A/N: Yeah, I know, I come up with some weird stuff. Fractions of a whole story. Well, attatch whatever story you want. This is about a mourning teen. And suicide.

Please rate. (And please comment)
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Getting cold in the sun’s shadow

Drowning in this black pin’s ink

Gone is the lovely light, night’s here despite

Twilight’s eternal fights and weep

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She breathed in and out slowly, each breath appearing in front of her, a wisp of cold smoke disappearing. Around her was a silent vibration she had never...
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posted by RATHBONE07
Tap!Tap! There was that sound again. It was so annoyingly loud, but it did drown out the screams in the seguinte room. Tap!! Who the hell would bother to disturb me on a Monday morning? Bang!!
"What the hell!" I yell rolling of my cama and dragging myself towards the door. When i finally open it theres Michael starring at me with his blood red eyes.
"Damn Lilly!! Ive been banging at your door since freakin' six in the morning! Are you freakin' deaf or something?God!"
"Let's just say that i did hear you but ignored it. Dude, do you know how early six in the morning is? You interrupted my beauty sleep....
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posted by A_Sirens_Call
A sirens call

CHAPTER ONE::: Shyness

It is the first dia back, I really did not think of anything interesting happening, it was all new and strange after the holidays nothing would surprise me. Our little group of six did not have any specific relations towards outsiders we tried to keep contact with the human race to a minimum considering we are no longer human. After that experiment from the mad scientist - Doctor John Hallwain – trying to clone us making marginal errors then tried a different experiment but that is all I know and that was gathered por Annabelle who could read minds and was...
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posted by Cuddles
A/N: My first poem I post here...I hope it is any good.

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Memories

Far distant seem to be
the things I now call memory.
The good and bad, the right and wrong
share a thing, cause they are gone.

Long forgotten feelings rise
each of them in their disguise.
They are not dead, so it only seems
waiting patiently to haunt me in my dreams.

Will it ever cease to be?
Even if it's called memory
Does that mean I always have to remember
to give up, to hide from them, to surrender?

Whenever I fight them I will lose.
I have nothing between I could choose.
No matter...
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Me: okay i actually found this story in my local newspaer from 20 years back. And i'll put a symbol for town names. I don't want rapists or pheaodifiles coming to my town... okay lets begin. And i shall have to give some background history. Well at there was a renovation going on at $ which was between # and &, for an old mental asylum to be converted into a power house musuem. Anyway so this story takes place then. I think i'm not sure of dates.
$ was a small town, very small as in like only three -5 thousande people


okay so in Australia out in the country there was a young couple travelling...
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posted by Codby
This is what comes out me in class. When I should pay attention. ;)
Also some funny pictures.

He was crying. The tears weren’t coming fast, they were slow. So slow as a turtle.
They had only this time because when he steps out of this room he will be different, letting no mais tears fall. He looked her straight in the eyes. He was still crying but now there was fogo and ice in his eyes.

Fire so warm it could freeze every living thing.
Ice so cold that it could burn the whole world.

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Watch me. You will be surprised. I’m stronger and faster in many ways. And you haven’t...
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posted by liviabutterfly
Chapter [#2]

Narrators POV

An old man in a capa walked into the neighborhood in which Olivia lived. Everyone stared at him as he walked around.

Olivia's POV

I smiled brightly as I dived into the ocean, "wait up!!!" Oliver laughed as my five brothers ran after me with surfboards, buggy boards, buckets for picking up sea shells, and dad brought out our special maid sandcastle buckets. They were big and made the best structures ever!!! Plus our family is known for our sand castles/structures. I smiled and dived down, feeling the salty cold water against my skin, it's the best feeling ever. When...
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    I walked for so long, looking for something, not knowing what that someone thing actually was. The sky bleeding with an laranja sunset as the sun moved ever so slowly below the horizon. I stopped in my tracks ans stared for a moment, than went back to searching for my mystery object. This was a great time to take in the woods which have always scared me. It wasn't bad walking through them. everything was laranja from the ending of summer. It was like walking in those stories you always hear about. Just then, a soft rustle in the bushes interrupted my thoughts. Not knowing...
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posted by BennieBear27
Chapter One

My alarm went off at 7:00 on the morning February 8th, 2017. I reluctantly sat up on the edge of my cama and yawned.

"Morning." I heard a voice say. My eyes were still closed.

"Luna?" I mumble. "That you?"

"Yep." I open my eyes to see Luna Middleton standing three feet diagonal from me.

I shared a room with her, her twin sister Kyla, and my brother Jacob. That's how everyone does here. You live with your twin and your SIDA partner.

"So, sleepy head." she smirked. "You gonna get up or what? If not, I'll eat your breakfast for you."

I don't reply and shake my head.

"Oh, come on!" Luna...
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Prologue
The wind was howling like lobos in the night, and Will sat shivering in his post. The torre, torreta on which he sat overlooked a tall rock ledge that sloped into the ocean.
“Why do I get this bloody post.” he said to himself. The air was so cold up there that it sank right into your bones. Even though Will had dressed as warmly as he could with a thick woolen cloak, he could still feel the icy fingers creeping up his back. The fogo in the brazier barely helped either.
“Nothing as always.” he said as he looked out to the edge of the sea. He had taken to talking to himself when he...
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1 being the best 10 the worst
These books are great for summer leitura I can honestly say that anyone that reads them will want to read them again.

10. Deacula por Bram Stoker
9. The Hobbit por Tolken
8. I'm the king of the castelo por Susan Hill
7. 1984 por George Orwell
6. The secret diary of Adrian toupeira por Sue Townsend
5. Pride and prejudice por Jane Austine
4. Jane Eyre por charlotte Bronte
3. Lord of the Flies por William Golding
2. The curious incident of the dog in the nighttime por Mark Haddon
1 Rebecca por Daphne du Maurier
posted by ejenk1025
Chapter 2

I pull into the driveway of the cafe. I look into my rear view mirror. I look good. (Laugh) I get out of the car then fix my clothes. I'm ready. Just be yourself. Ok. I'm walking in. Don't fall. Don't fall .. He sees me. Just walk up to him.

"Hey."
"Hey. Glad you could make it." said Lucas
"I'm glad you could make it, too."
"Well. I work here so..." said Lucas
"You work here? Cool."
"Yeah. This is actually my mom's cafe. Let me introduce you." said Lucas
"Oh goody." I said nervously

Good impression. Good impression. Good impression.

"Mom, this is Brooke. Brooke, my mom." said Lucas
"Pleasure...
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posted by alicia386
Chapter Five

Mason met Olivia at his favorito restaurant. It was a perfect dia for a jantar date. The sun was shinny, the clouds were extra white, and the grama seemed greener then ever. If only she knew that this was a jantar date. He signed the last autograph for today as Olivia sat across from him at their round table. Her hair was curly and in a ponytail. Then she wore a red dress with a thick, black cinto, correia in the middle. His segundo impression of her was still the same, gorgeous. This encontro, data was going pretty well but Cassidy dresses better. Mainly because Cassidy is rich but he didn't want to...
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posted by alicia386
Chapter Four

Olivia was extra busy today. Today was the first dia of the movie shoot for Hourglass. Before they could even start recording the movie, the would have to check up on everything. The wardrobe had to perfect. The scenes had to be accurately planned out. Then they had to make sure that all of the camera crew was positioned. Olivia wouldn't be able to receive the permits until tomorrow. So they couldn't start filming until then. She followed closely behind Mason as he did the daily check up.

Mason went straight towards wardrobe and the outfit choices. The outfit for Charlotte's arrival...
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Remembering is just an invention of the mind,
So you need not try to remember something,
You remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that you could have.

The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.

You try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.

The good things, you try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.

Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
posted by Problematic129
*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went por and mais pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust