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Through Her Eyes... Chapter One- Life No More?





Alice could still fell the warm breeze glide across her skin and through her blonde streaked aardbei red hair, making it fly every which way. She remembered looking over at he father with his warm brown eyes and brown hair a shade litter then his eyes. His nose big as every. She would always make fun of him for that nose. She remembered leaning in to give him a warm kiss on the check and saying, “I love u dad.” He looked down at her and said,”I love u two.” As he turned into the volgende road, She gasp. He slams on the breaks but it’s to late. They were heading straight at another car at insanely fast speed. She looked back at her dad and he was trying to look calm. Then she felt it.
The Impact...
She remember jolting around and that’s when she closed her eyes. She heard metal crushing, Alice screamed, everything was a blur. Then the movement stopped she slowly opened her eyes. She looked to her right and saw the car tipped over on it’s side but there was no since of her dad. Then she saw light’s, after that it was black.
The sound of metal made are eyes twitch sending jolt’s down her body. The cold tafel, tabel sent chills down her spine. This time I’ll open my eyes for shore! She told herself. She began to wiggled her eye’s open but something strange happened...all she saw was a blur of light and colors flying around her. She began to get scared not knowing what was happening to her. Her whole body began to twitch in a frantic twist to get free. But there was something around her body making her unable to move. Then she heard faint sound of a warning alarm. Then once again the world went black...

This time when Alice began to come to her sense’s she heard a familiar voice. The voice sounded sweet and warm yet harsh and scared. It sounded like a women who was half crying half yelling. She know the voice...it was her mom.
This time Alice was to afraid to open her eyes. Afraid about what she met see.
“Alice can u hear me?” Yelled her mom. She thought this was dream no...a nightmare.

She woke up again this time she was used to the weird felling of not being able to see...after the Car crash Alice had lost all of her sight of so the doctors think. Alice new it wasn’t gone she felt different yes but it was not gone. She was in her bedroom in her house the once bright yellow walls seemed to disappear. Like the world was not longer bright and colorful but dark and colorless. Alice began to break down her world had clasped...Her eyes were now colorless her mother was a reck and her father was no longer coming home...he’s gone she’s hopes to a better place. She thought about what her vrienden would think how everyone would think? Would they think she’s weird and stupid just because she couldn’t see? Would see have to get glass’s? She preyed that she wouldn’t have to. “Anything but glass’s” She zei to her self. Besides how would they help her eyes were bad enough as it was.
Each night she would lesion to her mother cry in her room thinking that Alice was asleep but she wasn’t. She would lesion for his name in between sobs and chocked up tears. She wonder if my mother thought about her...like if she cried for him two, of cried because life as she new it was gone, all hope of being normal was lost. And she did cry most she would cry with her mother, cry about him and her newly found life that she now had to live. Live was no longer gumdrops and gummy bears, no it had become a WarHead. Not sweet only sour.


Fierce & Love
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posted by alicia386
Chapter Eight: Hello, Stranger Please Don't Betray Me

      The guy stood in front of us. We needed to give him answer and fast. He was a spy and he probably knew meer then he was letting on. This make sit hard to trust him. Courtney immediately zei yes. I gave her a glare and shrugged. Raven was nodding her head as while. It made me think. Were they up to something? Did they know the guy? They could have known him because he goes here for school. Actually, he seemed much older then the rest of us. He had boyish features but he certainly was someone who looks much older then 18.
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posted by BlondLionEzel
Chapter 2

Everyday, Prince vlaamse gaai, jay would go to the Kitsune's cage and gave her Food and Comfort for when she was sad. After a few days, Jays brother, Cole, Started to worry and went to their father, King George.

"I am worried about Jay" Cole told their Father, "He is always giving food to that filthy Kitsune!"

"Let him do what he wants" King George told Cole, "He probably doesn't have real feelings for her, i think". Then he thought of an idea and told him his evil plan.

The volgende day, vlaamse gaai, jay heard crying. He ran down the stairs and saw Cole whipping the Kitsune while the Guards were laughing at her pain....
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Source: Google,Just Type Writing Inspiration!
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posted by cuteypuffgirl
This a short poem I came up with. I'm not a descriptive person. I prefer just simple words in poems. This deals with the term, "Looking behind the smile." This is inspired door a friend and mine's life experiences. Enjoy :)

Gone: a poem

She sat alone
in the corner of the room.
She didn't speak
she would merely loom.
Like she was a shadow
an invisible ghost.
No one gave
a damn at the most.

She would sit there
and simply stare
looking at those
who ignored her.
No one looked
at her twice
no one bothered
when she was nice.

She was a nobody,
forgotten door all.
Her ever-blank stares
directed at the bare, empty wall....
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posted by amoremusic
I write what i feel and try to
make them seem so-real to
you, but all u want from me
is honesty.

as i write out the facts
u act like u don't really
care where my hart-, hart truly is.

Let me tell u where it
is, it's in the honesty of my
poetry, deep inside my hart-, hart
it's the only thing that reveals
the emotions deep down inside
my soul.

as i hold onto the emotions
that creates honest poetry
that i write, i see u looking
at my private diaries understanding
who i want to be.

u look at me and u
seem to know what i'm
feeling as i'm revealing
to u the emotions that
comes from within my
soul.

as i hold the key to this
honest poetry that i compose
u seem to believe every-little
detail that i have to say to you.
Sittin here remicsin about all the good times we had watever happened between us we were like sisters we had each others back u were there for me and i was there for u i miss all the good times we had can we go back to that now

[chorus]
dont u remember all those timez all those things we did together i miss those times so bad watever happened can u tell me yeah so i can fix it and get rid of these weights on my shoulders yeah i miss u i miss talking to u i miss hanging with u can we ever go back ot those times

i have to thank u for so many things for everything u did for me yeah...
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