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Him..

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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The Players

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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Улаан Киночид

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Quote on writing. ^_^

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The Here

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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What if I Believe You Now?

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...

The Loved Ones

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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Then He Kissed Me(Short poem)^^

posted by ZekiYuro

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.

Fuller baby

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A new world-chapter one: Gone draft

posted by liissaaxx

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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Huntress

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...

lost Memories Part 3

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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Whether Paid Or Not A Writer Writes por Gary Goldstein

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Honeymoon With My Brother interview with Franz Wisner and Kurt Wisner

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100 Candles

posted by teamphantom

I’ll never forget the dia I had encountered a ghosts with my best friends. And I will be happy to share that story with you.
It was August 20th exactly one week before the start of middle school. My best friend Alex and I sat outside on the curb and ate our half melted morango ice cream on a cone. It must’ve been 95 degrees outside because we could feel our sweet dripping off our faces. We didn’t say much because the calefaction made us not want to be social. We sat there in silence and licked our ice cream.
“What do you think middle school will be like, Collin?” Alex broke the...

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Into The Ocean

posted by RainSoul

What do you do when the gray waves roll over your head, and your body is too weak to swim ashore. Do you panic and scream and try anyway to break the surface of the water? Do you silently cry and pray and tell your loved ones you amor them one mais time. Or because you know it's futile to fight enviar to the lulling cold darkness beijar at your eyelids? Do you let the salty seawater drain into your lungs and choke to death's waiting arms?

Or do you float to the surface and wait for the storm to pass and sunlight to pierce your shivering mass of a body?.. You choose wisely.. You wake up in a...