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posted by iHelloUniverse
Everyone is staring at me, I know from as I look up from my worn-out black converse, hearing them whispering and laughing to their friends. I pull up my Black Veil Brides's bag further up my shoulder, fearing of what I will be reading on my locker this afternoon. In my tracks, I stop in the line of my locker, seeing insults that make me want to self-harm then and there.

Hang yourself
You're a fag
Overdose on pills
Worthless
Suicidal freak

My eyes locked on the notes. The words mocking me as they make me read them over and over until someone spoke, "Like our notes?" Laughter burst out as I turned around, seeing everyone pointing at me. Tears coming from their eyes since they're laughing so hard. Ally caught my eye. Just as she walked door with her friend Julie, I looked down, wanting to hide in a dark corner, away from everyone and everything. If only I could talk to Ally, nobody else would matter. Their insults and bullying, well, I wouldn't give a two cent care anymore. Gripping the notes, I ripped them down furiously, everyone laughing just as the klok, bell rung. They will be late for class... but I'll be even meer late. The teachers already hate me for my lateness, but it doesn't bother me in any way anymore. I already disappoint them door my F average grades. I grabbed my World History textbook and notebook, slammed my locker door shut, and made a fast pace off to my class.

Eyes I captured as I walked into World History like a lost puppy. I heard whispering as Mr. Kennedy shook his head in my direction as in utter disappointment. I strolled towards my zitplaats, stoel in the back, hearing nothing but whispers and mumbles of "Emo", "Fag", and "I can't wait until he kills himself." I sat down, taking out my notebook which I do not write notes down in. I just doodle. It's not like Mr. Kennedy cares anyway. He's already gegeven up on me. Flipping through it, I found my drawing of Ally that I haven't finished. I do quite well with art, but I'm not good enough to be what u call 'talented' in. I shade in the eyeliner she wears and the flawless part of her hair that she always keeps tucked behind her ear. I smile to myself as my pencil draws meer pieces of her hair.


...The klok, bell rings before I could finish my drawing.

"Oh, what do u have here?" Jack asked, snatching my notebook right out of my hands.

"Hey! Give it back," I say, but way too quiet.

"What did u say?" he asked, moving closer as in mocking me. I didn't say anything. "Thought so." He turned back to the page of my drawing of Ally. "Gross, this drawing SUCKS! It's of Ally?!" His laugh was a deafening shriek.

"Just give it back," I mumbled, trying to grab it, but Jack just pulled back.

"I've so gotta toon this to Ally!"

"You can't do that!"

"Why can't I?"

"...Just... don't," I begged.

Jack departed from class. I hurried after him, but why am I? It's no use. He's way faster and knowing him, he's definitely going to reveal the drawing to Ally. And when she sees it... she's definitely going to be disgusted with me. Only if she'd realize who Jack's speaking of.

"That's him." Jack pointed straight at me as I made my way around the hallway corner.

Ally glanced up from my drawing. Her eyes wide of, what, embarrassment?

"Awh, little emo kid has a crush on Ally!" Mark teased, poking Ally against her arm. She looks as if she's gonna puke. I'm trying to stay strong to what she's going to say, but she didn't say a word. She escaped from everyone embarrassing her more.

"I see u have no chance!" Melanie howled in a laughter. Everyone joining in.

It's already bad enough having people bullying you. But having the girl you're desperately in love with running away when she first acknowledges that u have a crush on her...? Someone shoot me! Literally! I dashed to the boys' bathroom like lightning.

"I don't wanna be here!" I yelled into the stall's wall, punching it hard with my fists. Tears started to create its pattern in my eyes. Its pattern on its timing of pouring out. I want to die right now. I don't want to live any more---no one loves me! Not my mom, not my dad, not any of my family, no one at school. Absolutely no one at school. Hell, not even God loves me. Because if God loved me, he would have me killed door now. But has he? NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! The klok, bell rung, which meant time for lunch. I'm not hungry. I'm never hungry. So I'm not tonen up for lunch. I'll stay in this damn stall all dag for all I care. I sat down on the cold bathroom floor. Seeing a broken piece of glass, I picked it up, pulling back my sleeve. As my eyes scanned over the cuts I've already made, I slit one cut over one of the spaces where I've not yet cut. That relieved a little bit of the pain, but not enough. I slit another. Then another. Then another. I started sobbing into my hands at the thoughts of everyone with their hatred of me when I've done nothing wrong. Well, the wrong thing is being born and not committing suicide yet. Why can't ONE person love me?! Just ONE? I take the broken piece of glass and hold it up to my neck.

This'll make everyone happy. The voice in my head said.

Just do it!

I hold it closer.

"I can't do it!" I throw it across the floor. "I still have my dream of Ally! I can't ruin it!" I whisper.

She'll never love you! You're worthless!

I sob even more.

The klok, bell rings again. Which means for drama. The class I have with Ally. Reaching my locker, I see meer notes spread on the front.

Commit Suicide
FAG
Short penis


Why doesn't the staff ever see this?

"Okay Class, we're going to do a play on Romeo & Juliet," Ms. Hanigan said. "Now we'll be going to the stage to do auditions. This will take through your volgende class, too."

"YAY!" Everyone yelled.

We all approached the stage.

"In this hat, I will choose who will audition first."
She drew a small piece of paper out of the hat, unfolded it and read,

"Max."
Everyone made disgusted noises.

"Let's see how good u do. Now everyone including u Max, do your best, PLEASE."
Ms. Hanigan handed me the script, pointing to what lines to say, then I walked up on the stage, nervous as hell.

I started on the lines, looking around first, then back at the script.

I started:

door a name
I know not how to tell thee who I am:
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
Because it is an enemy to thee;
Had I it written, I would tear the word.

Ms. Hanigan clapped like hell. "Amazing! volgende for Romeo! Three more!"

Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.


With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls;
For stony limits cannot hold love out,
And what love can do that dares love attempt;
Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.


Alack, there lies meer peril in thine eye
Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,
And I am proof against their enmity.

I look up at her. "ONE more!"

I have night's mantel to hide me from their sight;
And but thou love me, let them find me here:
My life were better ended door their hate.
Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.

"Now let's pick..." Ms. Hanigan went through the hat again.
"Jonah."
I handed him the script.
"If u get the part, the world's screwed," he said.


I sit in the middle of the room, watching as some others try for the parts.

"Ally!" Ms. Hanigan called out.

I sat up. I really want to hear Ally audition for the part of Juliet.

Ally stood up quick, taking the script from Lacie. Lacie looked absolutely disgusted. Ally reached the stage, and started on the script...

What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night
So stumblest on my counsel?

"Fantastic, but I'm gonna need to hear three more!"


How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
And the place death, considering who thou art,
If any of my kinsmen find thee here.


I started to fall in love with her even more...


If they do see thee, they will murder thee.


She's... perfect.


"AMAZING!"


She's my Juliet.


After everyone got their chance in audition, Ms. Hanigan told us to stay in our seats because she has already picked for Romeo & Juliet.

"The part for Romeo will be Max!"

My eyes grew wide. Everyone yelled "Gross!"

"Be mature!" Ms. Hanigan hollered, sighing after.

"And Juliet will be..."

"Please be Ally. Please be Ally." I whispered very softly, crossing my fingers.

"Ally!"

Everyone gasped. Ally stared over at me with the widest eyes. I threw my eye sight on my lap, becoming depressed because she hates her part, I know it.

"Okay, tomorrow y'all will be out of ALL your classes!"

"YAY!"

"Now u all get ready for the end of the day. I'll need to talk to Ally and Max real quick." Ms. Hanigan waved us over.

"I feel so sorry for you, Ally," I heard Julie say.

Ally just rolled her eyes. We both strolled over to see Ms. Hanigan.

"You know, u two would be a cute couple." She complimented.

My ears grew hot.

"Awhhh... Ally's blushing!"

In surprise, I looked over at her. And Ms. Hanigan is damn right, Ally is blushing.

"You like Max, don't you, Ally?"

Ally tried hiding her face.

"Come on, admit it, Ally! u like him."

Ally shook her head.

"Admit it!"

She shook her head again. I couldn't help but smile.

"Admit it---"

"Fine, I admit it! I like Max, okay?!" Then she ran off, leaving me with my jaw dropped.

"And u think girls don't like you." Ms. Hanigan chuckled.

I kept smiling to myself. Just as the klok, bell rang, I walked out, seeing Ally at her locker. I stood there behind her and sighed, then walked to my locker. Seeing notes AGAIN. What is wrong with people?

Gay
Weirdo
Fags wear nail polish


"Oh my God." I turned around quickly, seeing Ally shaking her head. "When will this shit end?!" She tore the notes down from my locker. "You don't deserve this." Then she left for the buses.

I grabbed my stuff from my locker and walked on to the buses. I got on and sat down at my usual seat. Like always, everyone was talking as loud as bullhorns and chortling.

I ended up at home. My stomach growling, but I know I'm not eating tonight. I never eat at home. I go hungry every day.

"You hungry, Max?" My mom asked, coming in from the kitchen. I raised my eyebrow.

"Yeah..."

"Well, TOO BAD!" She laughed, coming at me with her belt.

I tried running away, but she kept whipping me so hard I kept falling down.

"You're worthless!"

"You will be alone for the rest of your life!"

"Bad excuse for a f***in' son!"

I kept whimpering as she whipped me each time. This went on for thirty minutes. The after pain was so unbearable, that I just decided to go to my room and fall asleep.

Man, I hate my life...
posted by CheeryDavis
Hi, so this is my first story put on here! It's in poem style so i thought what the hooi-, hooi i'll post it! so here it is:

the sky turns black and gray
all the color withers away
but in your arms i will stay
come what may

the lights could dim
the sky could fall
the world could stand still
but your arms are all i can feel
and in them i will stay
come what may

the waves come crashing
pulling me into the deep
but your arms are all i can feel washing over me
and as u pull me up and hold me close
i know that u will never let go
in your arms i will stay come what may

the sky shines bright for the first time is...
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posted by iluvtheshow
I remember the dag I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for u love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place u could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with meer brand then u could ever imagine.
meer passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the dag I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.

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This is dedicated to my first real basketbal coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
posted by CullensFinest13
u hurt me I hope u die I cant belive I trusted u I cant belive I loved u I cant belive I stayed up and worried that u wouldnt call. I cant belive that i loved u i trusted u and cared for you. im tired of u its time i let u go but your always there u wont leave me alone...its time for u to leave so never come back walk out of my life i am going to lock my door and never let u back in stay out so i can be happy u need u need to die let me live my own life u shouldnt be controlling me anymore im not property im a human and i dont belong to the likes of you, u were...
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posted by vampiress015
I presuming we all joined this spot 'cos we love to write, right? If so then u all know what I'm talking about when I say that we all love our main characters and sometimes want to make them the best people in the world.

B-O-R-I-N-G

Yes, we want to make our main character gets the best out of the story, since it's their story. But if they're the best people in the world it doesn't really make them believable and then the reader just doesn't care about them (which is hard to understand cos we as the writer love em, but unfortunantley it's true)

So here is my step-by-step guide to make sure that...
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posted by Sweet_Pants
Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.

I dream of all things

Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts

Within these thoughts as dark as sea

When once those wings of black

Hung over all

Shadowing but of the wretched white

That blinds me of all beauty.

I dream of all things

From happiness to highs

Let down these pills

of I’m gone, retreat inside my mind

Where none but the darkest thoughts

Swallowing twilight

I dream of all things

From the stories told door hidden scars

Unable to toon themselves

Under this intense scrutiny

That makes up this world’s attire

To the times that I could be happy

Without a drug to create

The much-needed illusion...


I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
‘You shouldn't have shot the dog.’ That single thought reverberated inside my head, knocking from side to side, smashing at the sides of my skull until I had to put my hands to my temples in a futile attempt to stop the pain. The man sitting volgende to me took a swig of his whiskey, the glass bottle knocking against his yellowed and rotten teeth. His other hand held onto the steering wheel, maneuvering the car down the winding and deserted stretch of highway. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the passenger side window, willing my head to stop pounding. From the radio, the soft strains...
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The fragrance of scotch pine and blue net, spar is pungent in the air, amplified door the heat of late June. of so u think it is June. This place feels oddly void of time. u open your eyes to see a sun hazed over door stratus clouds. From all angles u spy familiar wooden structures.
You are back.

You sit up with your legs tucked under your bottom and bask in the estival air and all of the scents that waft within it. u furrow your brows, thinking that it is not as clean as before. Even so, the place hums with earthy energy. A stronger gust of wind picks up the hem of your overhemd, shirt and flutters...
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posted by Epismatic
The Man With No Eyes Collection (3): Mask




When the curtain rises, all is forgiven.

I’ll brush it all off with a movie-star smile,

A genuine laugh, but my eyes must be hidden,

The truth they contain is considered too vile.

My voice is a song that will play through your ears,

And invite u to dance to the sound of my tune,

I take a bow, deeply, and drink in your cheers,

I’ll always remain here,

You’ll come see me soon.

A new dag is dawning,

“Quick, put on your mask!”

And hurry outside, meet the crowd.

“Where’ve u been?”

With fanciful antwoorden to all that u ask,

I’ll always wait here for...
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posted by WritingBookWorm
So, one of my New’s Years Resolutions this jaar it to write more. So, I decided to make this:

The goal is to write something every day.

Starting on the 31st of January, every dag there is a vague word, idea, object, question, statement of anything. u can take it anyway u want.

Then each dag u should write what it tells u too of something inspired door it. Whether it be a poem, a small scene, a character description, journal entry, short story of even just one really well crafted sentence.

Even if the prompt confuses you, of u have no ideas just write something! It’s a great exercise...
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This guide was inspired door a vraag recently geplaatst door link on this spot. The user was looking for ways to put a twist on fairytales. I began to write an answer, but my answer soon developed into an article. So here it is.

Note that these aren't specifically for fairytales; they can be used on any old, well-known stories. After listing some ideas on how u can put a twist on such stories, I'll give a few examples of films that have done used one of meer of these ideas.

1. Swap the genders of the traditional characters.
Do any of the characters behave especially "typical" for their gender?...
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posted by floraisbest1
Ms. Farogonda asked for the winx to come down to her office. when the winx reached ms. farogonda's office she told them that diana wants to speak wth one of you. she didnt tell me who but she told me to pick two extras. ms. farogonda can i go, bloom asked her. flora will be going along with musa and aisha ms farogonda told them. hmph bloom pouted, can we at least go with them bloom zei quikly. fine all of u girls can go and im bringing the specialist. ok stella zei in a sing song voice. lets go zei the winx. they met the RF boys outside and went in the owl. winx: WINX BELIEVIX
AT THE amazone, amazon
flora: let's get going
aisha: see ya winx
bloom: meet back here in an uur k
ok bloom musa said
( diana appears in front of them)
GUARDS take them away
what??!
(to be continued)
posted by LunaNotLoony
Anna flicked the T.V from channel to channel, bored: there was nothing worth watching. Sighing, she left the news on and flopped back on the sofa, not really intending to listen.
'The war in Iraq-.'
'Oh no, u don't,' Anna muttered, grabbing the remote. Her Dad had joined the army after her Mum had died of an overdose. Anna didn't really blame him, she'd have got out of the house as fast as possible too if she was an adult. The whole house was contaminated with the memories of Mum, of her laugh, of her accident... suicide... whatever it was. Even so, Anna missed Dad like it was painful. She'd...
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posted by Ichigo127
An Amuto one-shot
hope u enjoy!

‘You know, Amu…,’ he was sitting there again, on the ledge of the window, staring wistfully outside. ‘All of them think you’re gone. But I know better. u are alive, I know it. Somewhere out there, you’re thinking about me too, aren’t you?’
He was talking again, talking to the moon. ‘You’ll never admit it but u have already fallen for me,’ he smirked at the moon. No, not the moon. It was Amu’s blushing face that he saw and it was her voice that he heard, ‘Shut up!’ he didn’t know it was the echo of his memories because he thought...
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A shadowy figure silently brushed the silken curtains aside as she slipped through the open window and stepped into the dark chamber. Passing a small tafel, tabel and a bed, the vos, fox quickly headed towards a cabinet that stood against the far wall.
Beaded necklaces hung above a oval mirror that was set in the center. Her eyes rested on a miniature strongbox half hidden behind the mirror.
Paying no heed to the deafening clatter coming from the oblivious guest downstairs, she skillfully picked the tiny lock and raised the lid. It was hard to tell what was what in the darkness, so she emptied it into...
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posted by australia-101
Act like you're not
okay when u are and
that u are when you're
not. Run barefoot in
the snow. Stand out
in the rain for an hour
and think about anything
and everything u can.

Fall in love with
riddles and things that
aren't real and the
way some stars
shine. Cry when
you realize that life is
just one big sham and write
one hundred cliché poems
about it, and then write one
that u actually mean.

Use profanity. Be the
one fucking introvert
in a room full of
extroverts and scream
shit just for the fun of
it. slikken every goddamn
metaphor u ever dreamed
of and write them down
with your own blood.

Eulogize...
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Hi Everyone!
I've been working on a book for a while now. Im not gona post all of it at the same time, but I Will post the Prologue. Please tell me what u think! I invite constructive criticism to make it better! THX!


Prologue
    “Tanya! I don’t understand what’s so different about this kid! He’s done nothing to make me see him as special!” Tanya glowered at her obnoxious boyfriend. “Don’t u see?” She zei icily, “He isn’t like us!” Virgil and Tanya looked at there new child. He wiggled around in his kinderbedje, wieg and giggled happily. The child crabbed...
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What do u want from me?
A tortured body?
A broken soul?

What do u expect to happen?
As u kick me down
As u rip me apart

Tell Me!!!!!!!!!!

What do u want to happen?
As I close my eyes
And take my last breath

I zei I would stay
Till I took my last moment
But now I'm leaving
A victim no more

I lived with your love
The love u showed with your fist
I died because of that love
Your love was only Hate

Now someone else will take my place
Will live with your kind of love
Now someone else will receive your lies
Will know your treachery

What did I expect?
That you'd change?
That you'd learn to love?

What did I ever...
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One afternoon, Sapphire sat in her room, on her bed, quietly daydreaming with her headphones in. Her eyes were glazed over, and she was in her own magical world.
Sapphire entered the sparkling cave in the middle of the forest. Her blue dress was tattered, and her misty roze fairy wings were damp from the moist, warm air. But she was feeling fine.
Sapphire took a few steps into the sparkling cave. It was made entirely of ice and crystal. Trickling water could be heard as miniature streams fell continuously from the ceiling. Icy stalagmites stood firmly in the cold crystal floor. Icicles hung from...
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posted by Attirox2
The air was still as if it were holding its breathe waiting for me as I approached the ledge. I could feel myself pushing back tears as I clutched the fragile locket in my hands; I traced its dainty designs with my finger. "So mom and dad are getting the divorce after all. I guess u were right E. I don't know why I ever doubted u about that one I mean it was obvious! I guess I tried to block it out like what happened......" I muttered looking up at the milky white moon. It seemed to look down at me with sympathetic beams of light. My hands gripped the marble ledge tighter. "Eliza it's been...
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posted by Rae-Ash
It’s the color of you
u always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid from them

With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our oranje book bags
Were our shields from some of the pain

We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two oranje crayons
When everyone else was green

Then u left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
u were in the oranje field in the sky
u always zei was there.

The oranje of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though u left too soon

Orange…

Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone oranje in the rainbow
Without u here

I protect my own
Though I wish u were here

Now oranje is my color
A color for your bravery
A color for my survival

oranje will forever be our color
Even though death took u away

Forever oranje for you,
Sweet Cassidy.