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posted by Vampiyaa
"Hey, aren't u supposed to be in bed?" Toyo asked, when he spotted Aiko lying down on the divan, bank reading one of May's magazines. Aiko didn't respond. It took a few seconden for Toyo to figure out she was sleeping.
"Silly," Toyo laughed, kneeling beside her. "You'd better wake up before the monitor finds out u didn't toon up at your dorm." He attempted to prod her awake and then gasped as his entire body went numb. Something dark inside him stirred, and he widened his eyes and locked them on Aiko's neck. Unconciously, he reached out his hand and slid it onto Aiko's neck. The monster inside him fidgeted with pleasure as he savoured the warmth of her skin, the feeling of her pulse against his hand, the sensation of the blood rushing through her veins... Toyo gasped and yanked his hand back as he suddenly became aware of what he was doing. He bit his hand, causing blood to spill over his wrist.
"Not her..." he mumbled. But then he realized something was wrong. Toyo turned around again and placed his hand on her forehead. She was way too warm.
"Oh, god..." he whispered. "MAY, GET THE THERMOMETER, NOW!"

Aiko woke in a strange room, not a room she recognized. Her face was warm and her body was cold. Shivering, Aiko shoved the silk covers off of her and then suddenly heard hushed voices coming from a door to her right that stood hanging slightly ajar. She slid off the bed and peered through the crack in the door. The first thing she saw was Toyo kneeling on the floor, gasping and coughing and clutching his throat as if he were attempting to choke himself. May was standing over him with a cold expression on her face.
"See what you're putting yourself through?" she zei in annoyance. "If you'll just let me—"
"No," zei Toyo; his voice was hoarse and choked. It was clearly hard for him to speak between coughs.
What's wrong with Toyo? Aiko thought desperately. She contemplated about jumping into the room to help him, but before she could so much as verplaats May slapped him across the face. Toyo tumbled to the ground, still panting.
"You see?" May zei coldly. "If u weren't killing yourself, u wouldn't even have moved when i did that." She knelt down beside him and steadied him.
"Your body is eating itself alive," she whispered. "From the inside out. u need human bl—"
"NO!" Toyo shouted, his head falling onto May's shoulder. "I won't ever... ever harm... a human..."
"Then at least replenish from me!"
"But... your blood... I can't even digest it anymore!" Toyo coughed.
"Try one meer time," May insisted. Toyo, gulping for breath, lifted his head up weakly. Aiko's eyes widened as the light from the moon illuminated Toyo's actions. He brushed back May's hair with a shaking hand and, to Aiko's completely astonishment, pressed his lips to May's throat. His eyes flashed red and his tortured expression was replaced with something dark... something evil...
With a loud slicing noise, Toyo's fangs slid down to his lips. He opened his mouth wide and bit down, hard, on May's throat. Aiko watched in horror as blood spilled over Toyo's face. He took out his fangs from May's neck and emotionlessly licked the blood off of her neck.
Toyo is... a vampire? Aiko thought in horror. When Toyo, no longer coughing, walked into the room, he found an empty bed and the window open.

End of excerpt. I really do suck, don't I? |:D
posted by FURRY
After a couple hours I had got use to my body again, jumping and bounding I felt wonderful "That's it, u got it Joel!" Alice applauded me with her wonderfully cute voice "Heh, thanks it's not hard now." I replied blushing bright red, soon I was able to do things that I couldn't do before.

I could shoot ice from my finger tips it was amazing I never knew I was able to do these things, "Wow that's amazing Joel!" she exclaimed, I could feel her presence growing in my head however, it felt like she was becoming meer than just a voice, time dragged on eventually it got to the point where I could...
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posted by para-scence
*Prologue before this chapter :)

Holding my breath, I went to first block, History. I threw my bad onto the floor, and fell down into my seat. I quickly pulled my kap up, crossed my arms, and tried to be invisible. How come when I was wanting to be seen, I wasn't, yet now when I needed to be invisible, it seemed like I had a giant neon sign pointed at me, shouting "Look at me! It's all my fault!"

Mr. Thorson started attendance, and I wished my name was magically erased from his checklist.

"Essence," he said, bored.

"Here," I whispered in the dead silence. All eyes turned on me. Mr. Thorson nearly...
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posted by Kenya-Hantaro
There is a pack of wolves that love, worship, fear, and respect blood. One of the wolves from that pack has offered to tell about the pack and her self. She may be a pup but she is very knowledgably about her pack. Her name is Kazenzy.

She has a bit of a spleet, split personalities though. One evil and one sweet and hyper. Both interesting but the fact that she has spleet, split personalities sends most other wolves away. Now lets let her start.

Kazenzy’s part Dialogue
I’m from a far off pack called The True Pack of Red Souls. There the only resource we used was blood, that is and our kills that we drained...
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posted by para-scence
I named him Chance. His presence easily expelled the loneliness that I had felt for months upon months. I did everything I could to care for him, even if it meant me missing a meal. He slept and cried a lot, but that's what babies do. He cried the most at night. To get him to stop, I rocked him gently in my arms and sang softly to him songs that my mother would sing to calm me down. That soothed him almost instantly, and he blissfully fell asleep.

It was when he was almost three weeks old that I noticed something wrong. Chance was sleeping in his crib, a.k.a. my suitcase, and I heard a raspy...
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posted by I_love_Mikey
When it hits, it hits hard
Worse for you, because u saw it coming from the start
A blizzard of thoughts and truths buzz around your head
You can't think, it makes u wish for death.
Blood and sacrifice are your devotions,
but life can only give so many promotions
Soon, it will give up on you.
Give up first.

The pain it brushes against your cheek,
A touch so soft, leaving u so weak
The broken glass of a stained window leaves u praying,
He's the devil's spawn, he's recreating
What was gone for good once.
But he's not for good, he's for bad.
And bringing back what made us sad.
Life is over,
I'll make it...
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posted by 1-2vampire
Why?
That one word that everyone asks themselves some time in their life.
Why?
Always with a vraag mark.
I ask myself this now. As I stumble out the bed, yesterday's horrors were sinking in like the Titanic.
My head hurt, my eyes hurt, my legs hurt. But mos of all my hart-, hart hurt. I wanted to rip it out my chest, tear it apart and keep it from hurting me again. Why did he do this?
That word again.
Why?
I trip and fall flat on my face in the dark bathroom. To a lot of people this is just a normal Saturday morning. To me, it was like a nightmare u couldn't wake up from.
It hurt. Everything hurt....
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Found some really long words so heres my attempts at pronouncing them.
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posted by Rozaliciousness
Where I was stood it felt like flying. I could feel the soft breeze caressing my face and lifting tendrils of my long black hair. I smiled slightly as the wind reminded me of my mother. She was always with me, just like she zei she would be.
I opened my eyes slowly to look at the beautiful world around me. Standing on a piece of jutting out rock volgende to the waterfall, I could hear the water rushing and cascading downwards. I could see all the trees laid out beneath me, lush and smaragd, emerald green, only separated door the wide, glistening blue river that carried on the waterfall I was volgende to.
I...
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posted by floraisbest1
IN AMAZON
tecna: i love all my gadgets, but i enjoy nature as well
bloom: i totally tecna
stella: ugh all this humidity is making my hair frizzy
bloom: stella!
stella: huh oh yeah i loved sophix powers the outfits were amazing and i loved our bond with nature
tecna: when i think about when we had the sophix
bloom: makes me jelous of floraand just wish
stella: that i had the nature power
timmy: whoah, did u girls just finish eachother's sentece together
brandon: of did u mean totally difrent things
tecna: i was going to say what they said
stella:yeah
bloom: same thing
sky: amazing
stella: guys watch out...
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posted by -DarkGirl23-
Defined words;
Words that play roles in the exact Deadly forms that declare one as a person.
Tears written door the hand of an invisible Teenage nothing.
Whose words represent the world’s untold secrets,
who is nothing may write all that is something.
Yet there plays a frown of despair and loneliness,
Eyes falling through her transparent perspective, creativity a blob ignored door most.
There is a hollow Empty,
Yearning for something,
Misunderstood and malicious morbidity that attacks her soul in a war of mankind;
The end to everything and yet the beginning of something totally new.
Who mimics her...
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Spoken word poem about the evolution of the butterfly..
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posted by para-scence
That dag at school, I was afraid for possibly my life. If Blake let anything slip... I was dead. I was afraid to mention anything though. What if he decided he would tell someone? In English class, he talked to me like normal, but he seemed reserved. He wasn't his usual happy-self. Then Mateo came over.

"Hey man, why'd u leave last night? It was awesome!" he said. Blake looked back at me; a reminder. Apparently Mateo paid little to no attention to me last night.

"Something came up," Blake zei exasperated. Mateo rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. Are we still hanging out tonight? Gwen wants to go see...
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posted by amethyst44
 Feyriem Faeor Burian...Feyries Of Winter
Feyriem Faeor Burian...Feyries Of Winter
Snow. To us, it seemed like the pure spirit to keep us alive. It was always saddening to know that winter passed so mysteriously, every year; a new condition globally, whether it be a blizzard of rarely a snowfall at all. Either way, the cold was a mixture of high against our skin, and the instant that we saw frost escaping from the sky and settling against the window the vorige morning, we knew we were in luck.

I am sad to say that it's not winter right now.

No, beyond the human portal it was only the blazing sun that taunted us as we stayed indoors, avoiding the exposure. For the feyries...
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What A Screenwriter Should Know Before Writing A Screenplay door CSUN Professor Eric Edson via FilmCourage.com.
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