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posted by Moonlight_Kitty
The night was hollow, the moon casting gray shadows through the dark forest as he ran.
Darting between trees, jumping over fallen logs, he glided through the forest like a cloaked shadow himself. He was aware of the others in the forest, the dark beasts that chased him. He stopped as several beasts jumped in front of him. Their red eyes held fast to him as their skin rippled and bubbled. He gritted his teeth, once these had been normal dogs, dogs he had played with long ago. Now they were beasts of the blackest element, chained to a dark and dismal fate, and loyal to their creator.
He brought his hands up, right on top, boven of the left, and with his palms facing the creatures whispered a phrase. Faint blue light grew in his palms then like a brand it spread out engulfing everything in front of it. The dogs howls of pain quickly became an echo in the still forest. The boy breathed a sigh of relief and dropped his hands to his sides.
'My what a powerful spell'
He quickly looked around for the bron of the eerily dark voice. 'Maybe I shouldn't have taught u that one, just look at what it did to my pets.' The boy quietly cursed to himself as he started running again. 'Why bother, u know I'll find you.' The voice's laughter echoed through the forest, encouraging him to run faster. The taunts continued as he made his way through the trees.
Finally he stopped at a boom to catch his breath. (why is he just taunting me, why not use a spell?) he thought to himself. He froze when he came to the realization, he almost laughed at it. (he doesn't know where I am. right now he's completely in the dark about my whereabouts.) Now he just had to plan his volgende verplaats carefully. He could always wait until morning, then he would be fully rested.
No, that wasn't an option. He had an advantage right now, but it wouldn't last. If he was going to make his escape he would have to leave as fast as possible. With that in mind he pushed himself off of the boom and started running once more.
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posted by fangs286
Jacob part 1

have u ever had a secret? the answer is probably yes. but have u ever had a secret that u could never tell anyone?that if u did, it would effect thousands,billions of people? no. u haven't. that is the weight i carry on my shoulders. it is the weight carried door people. Many people. across the world. i am one of many that are different then other people but yet the same.i wish to be what is around me. only a few are like me. i want to have a friend in this world that is like me. Someone who understands the pain and constant despair, even when i feel happy. u are probably...
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Chapter 1
I was sitting in a prison. A prison where everyone here hates me, well almost anyone. I’m staring out the window when I should be focusing on the boring math page on my desk. Mother has been worried recently about my grades, like she cares anyways; it burned my hart-, hart when the thought settled. Leaving an empty feeling in its place. Ever since Dave, (my mother’s boyfriend) moved in things have gotten a lot worse. He still beats her, She still swears he loves her, and I still sneak out at night alone. Just to get away from the screaming and crying that they do. I began to forget what...
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A British couple went to France for the day-and they got home pagina seven days later.
Everything began well for Mr and Mrs.Long on their dag trip to France.They went door train from London to Dover and got the ferry to Boulogne in France.
They went for a short walk around the town but they got completely lost.'We walked and walked,'said Mrs Long,'but we couldn't find our way back to the ferry port.'They walked all night and finally a motorist picked them up and drove them to a small village.Here they caught a train to Paris.Their plan was to travel from Paris to London.But they caught the wrong train...
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I come home pagina and their fighting.
I hate it! I want to tell them to stop.
But I cant, because Im stuck in the middle.
They tug me, playing with me.
I cant handle the pain!

When I go to school no one can see my pain.
I fake my happiness.
I want to go hide in a corner and cry.
But I cant.
Because no one lends a shoulder to cry on.
My vrienden dont understand!

I come home pagina again, and my parents pull me.
Ripping my hart-, hart like a angry raven.
My siblings, they... they... leave me there. Alone.

I feel alone.
Deserted.
No where I feel happy.
Because Im alone.
Why cant anyone see?
Why cant my parents stop fighting?
Why cant my vrienden lend a hand?
Why cant my siblings pull me to my feet?
Why am I alone?
posted by sonicfanAG
Sometimes u may have vrienden that talk about being Lesbian of gay of bisexual is just nasty and plain gross,but It's not nasy at all.It's your personality and u control it no one else.There's no problem for being that.If u are then well i hope u have vrienden who apprecite who u are and how your like. My best friend is a guy and yes I have a crush on him but Just today I found out that he was bisexual.At first I was shocked but the truth is that I don't really care.I love him just they way he is and he will always be the best's friend i could I have ever had.He's special to me and...
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posted by unknownK5
Far far away is a big beautiful forest with all kinds of trees and small, but sparkly cool water. There is a big white house with red flowers on the window shelf’s and a big garden and playfield on witch are two blue swings, door them there is also a yellow slide and door the garden there is a big pool. In that house lives a girl, her parents (Margaret and Bob) and her three years older brother Ben. The girl's name is Julia.
When Julia was young she was a normal girl. When she was 1 jaar old she learned how to talk. door two years she learned how to walk and after that she learned how to ride a...
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posted by fanfangirlfan
Clean- 20 years later-ish

Kelly

You probably would never guess that I was in a rehab centre at 17. But I was and I’ll never forget it. I’ll always remember the stupid things they thought would fix us like art therapy and addiction themed movie nights. I remember Shirley. I remember Jason, Olivia, Christopher and Eva. They were my cure. Even though they were as fucked up as I was, maybe more, they taught me everything I needed to know to change into this woman I am now. I am a business woman. I work long hours and the only stress I have now is from work. Not from needing a drink of a line...
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posted by Pixalfirebolt
My name is Max. I'm 14. Right now, you're probably thinking, "Okay.. What type of opening is that?" Well, it's mine. Deal with it. I've been through a lot, so cut me some slack. Let's get to the point. I'm different. Not like, I have a purple Mohawk and over 50 piercings different, meer like I have 14' of bird wings stuck to my upper back, different. I know, no need to think it, IT ISN'T MY FAULT, OKAY? There is 5 meer like me, Fang, Iggy, Nudge, Gazzy (The Gasman), and Angel. We are all... Well, unique like that. We each have our own, original, personality. Me, I'll get to that later. Let's...
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posted by HouseMindFreak
Chapter 19






Sitting on the porch in the late evening for BJ was her only time to get fresh air and some decent time away from Cayden. In the mid-summer it was warm and pleasant outside at night but tonight it was unusually chilly. BJ wrapped her arms around herself feeling a chill run through her body. The air felt thick but it wasn’t humid it was…tense. The sky was preparing for a storm. A rumble of thunder rattled around her making her jump. She couldn’t understand why she was so jumpy, storms never bothered her but there was just something she was sensing that wasn’t right. Another...
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posted by Insight357
    I was lying in my bed. Waiting for my being discharged. I was finally going home pagina today, after four long years.
    The room I had been staying in was white. The walls, bed sheets, equipment; everything. Except the big, brown door that lead into the hallway. I had mostly stayed in my room the past years. I’m a bit antisocial. I never was really interested in interacting with the other patients.
    I stood from the bed, and walked around the room. Looking at all the things I’d come to know here. I wouldn’t miss it.
    I...
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posted by nomblahnom
January 1, 2040

Jordan was nervous. He was about to make the biggest announcement of his career – to him anyway. He sighed deeply, waiting for his latest understudy, Samantha White, to begin the report.
“Today, on his 70th birthday, world-renowned author, Forrest Reed, has announced in a statement from his agent, Philip Conrad, that he is releasing his final novel,” Ms. White read from the teleprompter with an appropriately despondent tone, which actually appeared to be fairly genuine. She was situated in front of a ‘breaking news’ logo which rotated slowly, while dozens of books...
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posted by HecateA
-You coming? He asked. I starred at the bloem he'd just tucked behind my ear and that I'd just pulled out. The petals were soft and lucious red, overlapping each other perfectly. Perfect they are. Roses. Gracious, colorful, romantic...
-Sure Dan. I said. I took his hand and let him lead me to his car. He oppened the door of the Ford's shotgun zitplaats, stoel for me and closed it behind me; the perfect gentleman. He turned the old engine on.
-Where do u want to go eat? He asked me.
-Doesn't matter. I said, stroking the petals.
-What about Chinese? He asked.
-Chinese works.
-The place with the good eggrolls...
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posted by Funnygirl77
 Leting go of the ones u love is like falling out of an airplane with no para shoot
Leting go of the ones you love is like falling out of an airplane with no para shoot
Nothing is harder then losing the one u love. The One person who understands u the most, The one who give anything to keep u veilig and happy even if that means losing their own life to save yours. I learned this the hard way, When a jaar geleden today, I lost my parents, my brother and my sister, in a house fire.

May 19 2010 Monday 12:01 am
It's been a jaar since I lost my family, and it hasn't been any easier. I have nightmares about what happen, ever nightmare is the same. It starts off with me being with my family, Everyone is laughing and having a good time, then out of no where, there faces...
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posted by hannah_vampire
I woke up and felt the cold hit me, it was a weird sensation and I felt light headed something was happening but I couldn’t work out what. It was around midday when I had decided to go and visit Blair, When I got out of my car I felt weird once again, there was a darkness around me of at least some where around here. When I got near the door, I had seen that someone had forced it
Open. I pushed the door open and run inside, ‘No no Blair’ I thought as I saw him on the ground not breathing.

I got to the home pagina phone but it was hard to dial the number in, I was shaking violently. Oni answered...
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"Hello." I zei to a boy sitting volgende to me in English. I was hoping that they would be like Brett. This boy had purple eyes with gray flakes inside. His blonde hair was shoulder length and his bangs were covering his face.

He smiled at me. "Hey..." He zei and leaned over to me. "What's your name?" He seemed pretty nice right now.

"I'm Leighton. What's yours?" I asked.

"Chase. I like your shirt." I looked down. It did look pretty nice. But I noticed that his eyes stared at my chest area for a little too long. I used my hand to cover it up. I think volgende time I'll wear my overhemd, shirt that zei 'My face...
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