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Into our town the hangman came,
smelling of goud and blood and flame.
He paced our bricks with a different air,
and built his frame on the courthouse square.
The scaffold stood door the courthouse side,
only as wide as the door was wide
with a frame as tall, of a little more,
than the capping sill of the courthouse door.

And we wondered whenever we had the time,
Who the criminal? What the crime?
The hangman judged with the yellow twist
of knotted hemp in his busy fist.

And innocent though we were with dread,
we passed those eyes of buckshot lead.
Till one cried, "Hangman, who is he,
for whom u raised the...
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posted by zutaradragon
the 2 versions my ghost cat gave me are 2 different versions of the same name. it's a boy of a girl name but, in some languages, it can only be a girl name. however, in most cases, it means the same thing: Victorios. rooted in Egypt, the word Nekhet is pernonced similarly to Niki. Nekhet means "to be strong" here are the meanings i have found from varying lanuages.
~Victory of the people
~Unconquerable
~Goddess of Victory (Nike)
~Unconquered
~Masculine
~Earth: Ganges
~Flower
~Sharp
~A Dew Drop from Heaven
~Beautiful girl in the world
~As beautiful girl as the moon
~Light
~Victory carrier
~Victorious
~Undefeatable...
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~Clark
“c rookie, how all the blood's in a close area. This indicates he didn't struggle. At least, not 2 much. DNA tests will show....” Detective Alan Roonster pauses. I'd met him yesterday...and he was staring at me. I could feel his eyes on my back. “r u even listening 2 me?”
Nodding absently, I turn 2 him. “do u c that guy over there, watching us?”
he looks at me, confusion shining in his eyes, and he frowns. “i c no one but a rookie with ADD. now pay attention, I wanna teach u 'bout this.”
“i know about blood splatters” I mutter “and I don't have ADD either...” I turn...
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~Kem
“Kem....Kem...?” kruis waves her hand in front of me.
“hu...oh, sorry. dag dreaming...” I reply. Ok, meer like a day-mare, but they don't need 2 know that...
“looks like u jus got eat door a cay-yote and barfed back up 4 da vultures.” says a 15 jaar old with a thick southern accent.
“gee...thanks 4 the visual aid, there, Bruno...” I mutter under my breathe.
“he has a point, Kem...” kruis replies. “u sure...?”
“i'm fine. Cross.” I reply with a sigh, catching the annoyance in my voice a seconde 2 late.
“well EXCUSE ME 4 caring! I promise i'll NEVER do it again!” she turns her back and stomps off....shit, not what I wanted. I hadn't meant 2 sound annoyed...it just happened....i fucked up but....4 some reason....i can't bring myself 2 admit it aloud. So, instead, I walk out, leaving them all confused and looking from Cross' room 2 the door I exited.
I wake up and walk down the stairs when I hear glass breaking. I walk slowly, quietly, and very timidly. Like I was testing ice to see if it would hold without breaking of cracking. Even the smallest crack, I realize, will spread. Mom and dad are fighting....again. Brother's crying....and I stop half way down the stairs. Why? Because I notice something in my father's hand...and it freezes me in place....his knife's out...i stare, wide-eyed. He walks into the keuken-, keuken and I hear a scream, which ends abruptly. I slowly creep into the keuken-, keuken and peek around the corner. I stare, horrified and hoping...
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~Kem
"wow, u got a LOT of stuff!" Raven exclaims as i land and let my Shadow Goods be brought 2 light. we always call it Shadowing when i make things part of my shadow, Lighting of Brought to Light when i expose them, and the actual objects we call Shadow Goods. just some lingo 4 u 2 know. i grab the sketch pad and pencil pack and walk into Silver Wolf's den. we call it a hol, den cos it's always dark except 4 the light filtering through a dusty old window that can't b seen though. I walk over 2 him and he looks up at me. I smile and hand him the pad and pencils, and he smiles very slightly and blinks....
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~Kem Senef
"i do clean work with no clues left behind" i almost snarl.
"what about weapon identifi-"
"i never use my own weapons." i interrupt. who knew convincing a dude whose father killed his brother that his father would b better off dead would b so hard? "calm down, Jim. i've done this about 20 times b4."
"but u made 1/2 of 'em commit suicide, Kem. i'm tellin' ya', my pop ain't the type."
"2 commentaren on that. 1, suicide is always a valid cause of death because it's basically thought that any and all humans are capable of taking their own lives. 2, it's MUCH meer fun 2 kill the person with my...
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posted by zutaradragon
this is my guide 2 the colors that one of my clans, Blaze clan. it's so when people want 2 kom bij and i'm not at home pagina i habe a guide.

blue~calm, cool, collect. They care about others meer then themselves and they tend 2 spend a lot of time helping. Hate fighting. Slightly witty.

Light blue~very calm but slightly witty. They care about others and will help meer then most. They tend 2 avoid conflict but will fight if they need 2.

dark blue~generally calm and sarcastic. Will stand 4 what they think and they r good fighters, though they don't like 2 fight much.

Blue green~they don't change their minds...
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this is for all of u who wanna know y we live here...in this manshon...and for all of u who wanna know...*sigh* never mind...so, here goes...

~flashback~
i wake up at the foot of Master James' bed. another dag in the place i call home. i've lived here sense i was born, and my family, much like James', has always lived here. James has told me since i was little the story of how his great ancestors made this house with their bare hands. they've had cats with them sense the 1st uithangbord was built up. i look out the huge window and out at the beautiful mountains. i jump off the bed and walk 2 the volciny...
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I looked up as the last klok, bell rang, signaling that school was over for the day. With a sigh I slowly got up and shoved my agenda and spiral roughly in my bag. "Hey Jane?" My eyes darted up to see Mark, who was in the same grade as me; not only that, he was only one jaar older than me. It doesn't even seem like that; though I was thirteen, he was shorter than me. "What is it?" I asked, putting my black backpack over my right shoulder. "Um, I wanted to know if u had anything to do this weekend, u know, maybe we could do something?" He mumbled as we walked out of the class, waving goodbye to...
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posted by zutaradragon
The human whose name is written in this note shall die.

-This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person’s face in their mind when writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.

-If the cause of death is written within the volgende 40 seconden of writing the person’s name, it will happen.

-If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of a hart-, hart attack.

-After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written in the volgende 6 minuten and 40 seconds.

- The notebook shall become the property of the human world,...
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posted by cleorocks112
"so I'm just a worthless person
I mean they all couldn't have been demons I mean they aren..." "aren't real u mean." Orbin interrupted.
"you now Orbin that interrupting thing is getting on my last nerve." Claire spoke in a tone of pain and dissatisfaction.

"Look Claire I know what u must be thinking but they were ALL demons looking for you" Orbin spoke trying to calm Claire down. "why me though Orbin I mean I'm just a person looking to live peacefully in Australia?" "Because u are the chosen one, Orbin replied as they pulled up to his house."
"the chosen one what in the world is the...
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posted by zutaradragon
-the volgende day-
* i'm walking threw the forest when L walks & starts walking volgende 2 me *
L: hello. How r u?
Me: what do u want?
L: hmmmm... not in a good mood, I c. * looks down and sees my hand * nice ring. Congrats.
Me: thank u.
* L sighs * I came because I heard about an unusually large amount of animals in the forest and I came 2 check it out, but, so far, I haven't seen anything unusual...
Me: isn't that a little out of your range of expertise?
L: I AM a detective.
Me: well, i'll save u the trouble. I called them here.
L: really? I don't suppose u have any proof of this?
* I sigh * haven't u noticed...
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posted by zutaradragon
chasing butterflys,
playing with a stick,
catching a leaf,
batting at shadows...

these are in our dreams.

if dogs bark,
then what's on a tree?
in leaf-bare,
are trees cold?

things we question.

watching birds,
look at squirells.
playing with shadows and moss.

things we enjoy.

so, as u can see...
the biggest difference between
a kit and a warrior is this.
kits can enjoy simple things.

little, tiny things,
so easilly overlooked door most,
kits can see them and love them,
even though they are compleatly meaningless.

but, the problem is,
and we all wonder this...
when i grow up,
when i'm a warrior,
who will i be?
still me?

of all the things i'm suppose to be,
do i have the time,
to just be me?

the thoughts and dreams,
and the chasing sun beams,
will i still have that?
when i'm older?

will i still have the time?
the time for fun?
of will that time,
be done?
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posted by zutaradragon
I know u won't let go of me
You're my greatest faceless enemy
Though all u do is hurt me
I guess misery loves company...
And u won't let me leave u lonely....
Though sometimes u speak so soothingly....
I almost don't want u to leave me....
I'll suffer very slowly....
Because u know just what to say to me.....
To keep me here, knowingly.
Because this is just the way it must be.

I have no choice
Because your voice...
It keeps me here...
So I can not fear.
The most difficult thing...
Is the ring ring in my ear...
Telling me to let go
That I don't belong here...
But I feel instantly drawn
To the bloody...
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~Kem
As I look from the clear stream 2 the rusted barb-wire fence and back 2 the house where the kraai was still perched in the window frame. The window itself was shattered long ago. Various pieces still clung 2 the wood, stubborn and determined not 2 be moved. The kraai had strangely blue eyes as dark as the night slowly blanketing the sky. It stared at me with those deep blue eyes, but seemed 2 stare through me instead of just at me. And I, of course, stared back, wondering why it was here...and why it seemed....familiar... “of course I remember u...” I whisper, recognition sparking in...
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