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posted by Ninano1998
I wish this would be a better story but i will let u say if u like this story. it acullaly contains some things that happened to me so here we go....

Budum, budum, budum... my hart-, hart was racing as I ran around the building into an ally, turnig I halted, then out of breath I colapsed. Trying to breath quitly i tryed to come myself down. Suddenly a light flashed. I pressed my self against building's wall, hoping i would blend into the shadows. A car came into sight, moving slowly, then with a jerk it stoped. The door opened and a man came into view. he pulled two small object out of his pockect and turned one on on, a flash light and a gun i realizied. He shone the flashlight around. "no" i thought . This would be it. The end...
"another teenager has gone missing" Mike Reepki, the famouse reporter, was anouncing" this case will be taken door inspecter Kim... . "Another teen ?" Kyo exclaimed coming out of his room. A head poped out of the wonderfly smelling kitchen, looking conserned. "yea, i wonder who is the kidnapper is!" Milani dissappeared back into the kitchen. Kyo sat down infront of the small t.v set. Now the picture of the missing girl, Hikaru, was being shown. "hey!" kyo thought,"doesn't this girl go our school!?" That flawless faces sourunded door jet black hair and big brown eyes did seem very familiar. The picture changed tonen a hidias man." "This man is suspected to be the kidnapper, police are surching.." kyo turned away . That face echoed in his memory." That man.. he.." " Whats wrong?" milani's voice came behind him. Kyo jerked around. " nothing", he muttered standing up. he felt milani's hand rest on his sholder. "You know Kyo if your scared.." milan didn't get to finish. Kyo turned around and slaped her hand off. I don't need consolting! I'm not scared!" he yelled. Milan shrank back. kyo's face was red with angre and frusriation. "i..i..I'm sorry" she wimpered and vanished back into the kitchen. Kyos face fell. "why had i just screamed at her ?" he thought. Turning he haded back into his room. Closing the door, he sighned and went up to the window. the pich black night felt unsafe. "why are peopled being kidnapped?" he wondered out loud. A shrik sliced through his mind. Covering his ears he tryed to keep focas but the noice was so loud. His head hurt, blood pounded in his brain. His eyes snaped shut. breathing hard he clunged on to the curtains. THe shirk suddunly got even louder, and an imaged poped into his head. a sword pushing throught liveless bodies and getting closer.. closer.. . "milani" Kyo maniged to whisper, and then everthing went black.
A thund came from upstairs. milani looked up. "kyo is everything okay?" she yelled. silance anwsered her back. milani could feel her hart-, hart start racing. she ran out of the kitchen, up the stairs and stoped at Kyo's door. "kyo?" she zei knocking on the door. No anwser. milani pushed open the door. "kyo?" milani looked around. then she caught a glimps of kyos shoe around the bedside. puting her hand on her hart-, hart she snapped" kyo u almost gave me a hart-, hart attack. Milani moved around the bed. She snapped to a stop. "k..k..kyo" she asked looking down. Kyo was spred out on the floor. Not moving. "kyo!" she yelled kneeling down. " kyo wake up!" Kyo didn't move. milani froze " he can't be dead!" she thought . putting her head on his chest she could hear his hart-, hart beat. relived she realized he fainted. She stood up and took his feet, sliding him to his bed. with a grunt she lifted him up and ploped him on the bed. then she rushed out of the room. she came back with a wet towle.putting it gently on his head she sighned. She turned her head towards the window. it was wide open. "Wasn't it closed before?" she walked up and closed it. then she sat down and waited any sighn of waking up. she didn't notice the figure at the window of that she forgot to lock it. she sat in the room, wondering if she should call for help.
kyo screamed. he was standing in a room full of dead bodies. he stamered back, triping over his own feet. "He- he- he" a soft laught filled the air.Kyo turned to see a hunched creature. Suddenly the figure lanched him self at kyo, his teeth red with blood. Then light flashed. the creature fell back and didn't get up. Kyo squinted. A girl stood in blinding light. she stepped vooruit, voorwaarts and the light dissapeared. she looked up, the eyes like roze fire. she had long atum brown hair that curled at the bottom, her lips were blood red, and she was wearing a white night glown like dress that reached to her heels. it had a rufled colar and sparkled with lights. she had a red kant, lace tying around her neck. She gazed at kyo. Kyo was astonished. this girl was beautiful. then the girl started to whisper" u came." her face was astonished. suddenly she started to dissapeare and then she reapeared. "shoot" she mutterd. and then looked back at kyo. "Welcome" she zei politly, her voice smooth as silk.kyo then snapped back to attention. "Who.. Who are you? What is this place?! Why are there so many people... dead?!!" kyo managed to stummer. the girl floated over. Kyo realized that she was a ghost. his hart-, hart started to pound. the girl stoped right in front of him. " i am mitski" she zei quietly. "this will be your future if u don't act soon." " what do u mean..?!" kyo felt a hand cover his mouth. mitski looked worried . " SSHHH!" she hissed. "we need to be quite. What if they come back? i can only save u some times."
Young and fresh and shining bright
Filled with wonder and delight
I see beauty, dag and night
I am young enough

Whether it's Real of just Pretend
Possibilities have no end
There could be magic, 'round the bend
I am young enough

Dolls can verplaats when I'm asleep
They come to life while I count sheep
And freeze whene'er I dare to peep
I am young enough

Book-friends all come out to play
My bed becomes a magic sleigh
Imagination rules the day
I am young enough

The sky can cry a lot of tears
The trees tell secrets; can't u hear?
The world's alive: to me that's clear
I am young enough

Grownups say the queerest words
Have...
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posted by rebaj2010
She was perfect. Like beautiy incarnated. Long, flowing, red hair, shining like the stars. Cole black eyes outlined door freckles that were sprinkled over her nose and corners of her eyes.
Seeing her again hurt. Hurt meer then when I broke my arm in fourth grade, meer then when my older brother hit me above the eyebrow and busted my skin open and needed stiches.
Her with him was a dager through my heart. She was suppose to be mine...forever.
Thats when she looked at me. Her plump roze lips twiched the slightest. Then shock overtook her features as she reconized the 19- year-old boy she use to love. But that's just it. She USE to love me, but I still loved her. Not even the Marines could stop that, not the 4 years I've spent away changed that. She was still my life.
He was hers.
posted by Fangirl99
poem 1:the world



the sun shines bright
there's day,and there's night
both are beautiful sights
this is the world

Winter,spring,summer,and fall
is a magical season
so there is no reason
for u to hate
seasons so great

we are all one
we need the sun
we need the air
we all care
about the world


poem 2:love


there is something above
we cant see it
we cant bee it
but we all know what it is
it is love

love is what we need
to live,to breath
to be what we can be
we all need love

love is power
love is strong.
thats why love songs
are so very strong


Poem 3:run (this one isnt all that good)

in the sun
is where i run
away from here
ill not be near

Something that will kill me
something that can be
so deadly and strong
and can kill me with a song

thats why i run
in the sun
i still remember u hum.
im sorry i must run.
posted by OneFoggyNight
I just never cared anymore. Not about anything. For some reason, I just let everything alone. Nothing mattered to me anymore. Nothing. The things that had made me happy previously had now just made me even more…dull. Maybe all the things he did to me made me like this. Trevor never really was good to anyone, not even any girlfriends he had. He never showed me that he cared, he was always cold, and he always… hurt me.
Or maybe my mother’s drinking habits. She was always at the bar, and when she wasn’t, she had a different bottle in her hand every minuut of so. I was surprised she hadn’t...
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I believe I can fly

Take to the sky

Be all that I’m going to be

See all that I’m going to see

u can’t hold me back

With me, there’s nothing to lack

So take a seat

Don’t miss a beat

And watch us fly

Right on by

In a jet of a plane

There’s no way that we’re sane

So sit on back

Try not to hack

Enjoy the view

Don’t miss your Que

To start on flying

Without dying

‘Cause we believe we can fly

As we take to the sky
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many times i think we feel the weight of the world is on our shoulders, but i know that there are times when u can feel as light as a feather and as though u can fly and take on the whole world. i wrote this in one of those moods and hope u liked it.
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posted by coriann
I wish I had a best friend, her face was as sweet as honey, mixed with molasses and cane sugar, and vanilla extract with almonds sprinkled on top.

Her voice was like roses, blooming out of a fresh garden, and for each word, one flower, at least that’s how I pictured it. And just as the sweet smell of the flowers draw the bees nearer, so they could suck the nectar, so her voice drew me nearer with her fragrant words and perfect English, and mellow sound…yes…mellow. Nearer to her tongue, so I could suck the sweet nectar off that as well.

Her hair was like golden sunlight, reflecting off the...
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posted by Rennerocks
There once was a girl, an angel, name Star, she was loved door everyone see met she loved them to.One dag see met a boy,also an angel named Luke, she fell in love when she looked into his deep brown eyes.He also fell in love with her. They both were afraid to tell echother how they felt.


Luke wasn't going to give up untell he would finally tell her that he loved her.Star felt the same way.But they still zei nothing to echother.


The days were going door fast,they only felt like years.Star and Luke's feelings became stronger.Luke finally got the nerve to tell ster how he felt.Star was ready to so...
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posted by Dearheart
If you're wondering, "Diem Mirabilis" is Latin for "Day of Wonders". (At least it's SUPPOSED to be. My Latin isn't what it used to be, hehe.) This was just a little something I whipped up for a story I'm writing. I wanted to put something at the beginning of each chapter that roughly follows the times of day, and I couldn't find anything good. So I made my own. =) Hope u enjoy it!

Diem Mirabilis

Morning:

for Morning is made
of mysteries and uncertainties
the hopes of beginnings
the risks of unknowns
the potential for greatness
of failure

Midday:

for Midday is the height
of the glory of the sun
the climax of twenty-four hours
the brightness that blinds and clarifies
the antwoorden once hidden
now unveiled

Sunset:

for Sunset arrives
with the final shift of the sky
the afterglow of the triumph
the sweetness of the last drop
the closing chapter of a story
and the beginning...

of a new one.
added by axemnas
Source: Henry David Thoreau, axemnas,Casablanca
posted by FightingDestiny
This is a small poem I wrote a while back.I hope u like it, please tell me what u think
Thank you
-Aurora




The Wind is cold against her skin
Numbing her body perfectly,
Erasing the pain she knew all to well
Escaping her problems if only for a moment
The chill of the breeze whispering to her
"Just do it" it taunted, "You know u want to"
Each time, the voice got louder
Beckoning her to let go, end it all
Was it worth it
Some would say no
But to her it was everything
Yet the voices called to her
"Let go, Let got, ... Let Go"
posted by Attirox2
"Daddy where are u going?" a squeak zei from the corner. I looked down to see wide blue eyes looking at me with fear. I couldn't just abandon her but I couldn't stay and face the the mess I had just created. "Terra stay out of this!" I shouted at her. But she just kept at it until I finally snapped. I grabbed her door her night overhemd, shirt and threw her onto the divan, bank with a loud thud. She fell of and hit the cold wooden floor. I looked at her and had the urge to finish off the last bottle of Vodka, which I happily fulfilled. Her cries turned into sobs as she laid there in a ball that filled the...
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posted by madening_mahem
 Example of the 'Dark Figure'
Example of the 'Dark Figure'
Somewhere in ancient Japan...
A dark figure emerges from the shadows cloaked only in darkness, his weapon exposed, the blood of his victims dripping from it's blade. A creak in the floor alerts him of meer to come, he waits in the dark for his prey to come. They slide open the door only to be slaughtered. As he slays them he notices a girl out of the corner of his eye, standing there in absolute horror. He raised his blade ready to attack, but for some reason he held back. Him, a demon of the night, him, whose hands had been stained with the blood of many women and children, could not murder...
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posted by skipperluvs
“Fuck you.” She zei when he upset her, which was almost everyday. She sighed as he looked at her foolishly. There was just something about him that she hated from the start, but there was something bigger about him that she loved. She looked over at him and his vrienden laughing hysterically.

“When?” He laughed even harder, the crowd’s voice growing louder door the second, and anger filling her face to hide the shy blush that actually sat atop of everything. She rolled here eyes at him and put one of her hands on her hips, her hips cocking to the left and seeming lazy. She then got...
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posted by Cinders
I've been slowly but steadily coming to the conclusion that poetry as an art form is quickly losing its flavor amongst the iPod generation. And I'm not talking about contemporary poets who don't get read door the masses, because as Gertrude Stein would say, "Those who are creating the modern composition authentically are naturally only of importance when they are dead because door that time the modern composition having become past is classified and the beschrijving of it is classical. That is the reason why the creator of the new composition in the arts is an outlaw until he is a classic." Or,...
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added by alicia386
Source: Google
posted by Lord_Anubis
What is love?

Oi there mates… Let me tell u few things here. I actually asked myself that vraag long ago. Why? Well, maybe because I had no vrienden of other people who would accept me when I was a kid. Now I know all that matters is to accept yourself and I got a lot of friends, but to find that explanation all alone pulled me through a lot of pain. Aye... u couldn't believe it. Most of the people can't endure the lonlines, I've seen it... And finally when I found the explanation, I asked myself: ’’What the hell is love then?’’. Lately on I started to watch other people to see...
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added by melikhan