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posted by LadySilverSoul
This is my opinion. It is not meant to offend, of disrespect anyone.

I'm still in my twenties, yet I am tired. I am tired in the deepest marrow of my bones. As I type this, I find myself taking long pauses between sentences. It is like my mind and body knows my intent to use expressive vocabulary, will still fall short of the actual circumstances of which I write.

Many of us, at least on the outside, believe that racism is wrong. Many of us, at least in the face of others, shake our heads at it. I'm not talking about the racism that causes physical pain for others, but the racism that is perpetuated in a cycle far too wide, and deep for me to put one name to it.

Casually Used Racism.

Casually Used Racism, is the racism that we see and use every day. It may not even come to our attention that, that is what we're doing. For a fictitious example, "Harold George, a black astronaut from Ohio, will begin teaching Aerodynamics at the local university".
Reader, u may ask me what is wrong with the sentence written above. That's where the "casual" of this problem shows its head. That sentence is an example of sentences we run into every day. That sentence represents how we communicate to one another. That sentence is racist. It is a needless part of such a sentence to have it mention "a black...". If one were to take out that beschrijving the sentence becomes, "Harold George, an astronaut from Ohio, will begin teaching Aerodynamics at the local university".
The change in this sentence still gives the reader the information they need.

u see, we are programmed to think of black people as, "less than," due to the perceived difference in educational prospects. The quality and quantity of education was less than other's education, but that doesn't mean the black people's intelligence was. Therefore, An astronaut who is black, will have their race mentioned regardless of the importance of such a fact. Now lets switch things, "Harold George, a white astronaut from Ohio, will be teaching Aerodynamics at the local university". Doesn't that sound a bit ridiculous?
Doesn't that sound unnecessary to described the race of the person ?

We individuals perpetuate this problem door not recognizing,(or not trying) the fact that we have the power to change this level of racism. As each person chooses to see others as not particularly special, because of their accomplishments while being chained to their race, but rather they're special because of their accomplishments, period.

volgende Parts of the artikel to be written...

Faux Positive Racism (Asians are smart. Black people can dance. white people are meer peaceful than others)
Inactive Racism(Listen I didn't make the rules. It is what it is. What can I do? [housing market])
Deflected Racism(Well that's them over there, not me. I don't think like that)
posted by HouseMindFreak
Chapter 3 of my story. It does get a bit meer dramatic and a wee bit violent/scary but it will make sense as I go further along.

1st chapter: link

2nd chapter: link


Chapter 3

Koda stood just outside his school, only 10 minuten until the first klok, bell rang. He was thinking about what Jax told him with his dream. He knew he shouldn’t let it bother him but it kept picking at his conscience like a kraai was picking at his heart.
It was just a drunken dream, he told himself.
His thoughts quickly turned to anger as he began to remember how his family always treated him.

An outcast, a screw up…

The klok, bell rang...
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sorry everyone who reads these but i have to stop writing them for three weeks. I thnk i will be able to fit in maybe 1 in that period, but i have my prelims and i will be too tired of too something to publiceer them, sorry. But i will try, i promise!




































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hallo guys, i hope u all like this....

the truth is something u allways want to know, something that burns inside, untill it is let out, but sometimes the truth is better kept a secret.

i stood in the same spot staring at the two black cars, my hart-, hart racing, my mind ticking. i closed my eyes and looked to the ground, my shoulders slumping. Giving up. No one came out the cars yet, they just waited, waited for this, for me to give up. they had won, whovever they were, they had me. in that single moment i had givn up, lost. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and i cringed away from it.
"Go!" jared...
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RIGHT, WELL WE ARE STARTING FROM WERE WE LAST FINISHED............SO IF U HAVENT READ IT.................UR SCREWED!!!

What is he doing here? I turned on him, and ended face to face with my follower, "What are u doing here?" i asked. He smiled evily and shrugged his shoulders. I am so sick of lies, so i punched him. His smile grew wider, and he pretended to be hurt.
"Ow, Belle that hurt, was there any need for that?" he asked cowering away from me. Boys drive me insane, all their secrets and leis,alll their nonsense.
"Cut the crap, Damon. What. Are. You. Doing. Here?" I stepped a little...
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 Ashlynn's belly.
Ashlynn's belly.
Prom Night
By: fatchick and moolah
Chapter Two: Parties at Dusk
        Tucker liked parties. So he threw one for Kaylee on her birthday. He told her they were going to his house for a “special night”. Kaylee was very excited! She wore her oranje strapless dress with a blue scarf. When she got their she was so surprised that Tucker threw her a party. Haley was there, Anne was there, and Hannah was there with Jacob. At first Kaylee was having a great time-and then Ally started flirting with Tucker and Jacob. Kaylee was so mad because she thought Tucker...
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On a beautiful Friday after noon the students prepaired to leave school for the day.
{In Katherines P.O.V.}
{In the last class}
"Hmmm..."
"Whats wrong Kate?" Asked Krista.
"Nothing..." Replied Katherine.
"I've been your friend since kindergarden... I know when somethings wrong! Now spill it."
"Okay well...I want to tell Chris I love him but I'm so afraid of what he'll say..."
"Ugh! I've heard so many rumors from his vrienden and everyone else...he loves u too!"
"Its a rumor! Sometimes rumors are false!"
"Yes but some are true."
"Yeah SOME. It would be nice if he told me..."
"Ugh fine, i'm not gonna...
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posted by sexiitreysongz
Chapter 2
The volgende morning I woke up feeling tired and worst than usually. Swollen feet, aching back, I was up all night long treating people who thought they had the flu. I knew I had to get up and go to work, I lived alone for now and somebody has to pay the rent. And right now, it's me. Just as I was about to get up the phone rang. "Hello?", "ohh thank goodness I caught u before u left. Listen jasmine, I know u really need this job to keep your rent up but you've been working yourself crazy down here at this clinic. You’re pregnant and I think u should really take the dag off, stay...
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posted by ilovehouse345
Alexis LaRcca was a average 12 jaar old girl,she had friends,was pretty good at school,played soccer,sang in chorus.But Alexis had a secret shame,her dad.you see her dad was put in jail when she was a baby,and everytime he got out he would go straight back about a jaar of so later.when she was young she thought nothing of it,she went to visit him,he wrote him and she talked to him on the phone.the last time he got out he tried to be a better father to her.But once again he went back.

This time she was old enough to understand.She cried and never went to visit him,it was just to painful for her.She...
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This chapter is dedicated to another great friend, PC..x Thanks for being so supportive.

There were people rushing about everywhere but I could distinguish the difference between my vampire family and my werewolf family but the almost invisible flashes of light and the meer slow galloping thuds of my werewolf’s footsteps. Kate stood in the middle of Alice’s massive bathroom whilst Rose, Alice, Mum, Tanya and I all applied her makeup, pulled her hair up into an elegant bun and literally made every surface of her body look even meer beautiful than usual- which is extremely hard with a vampire....
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morgan Sterns was sipping up the last drips of her coffee. She was going to need every last drop if she was going to work late enough to finish all of her reports. She had reports on all kinds of things. Serial killers, counterfeiters, asassination attempts, the lijst went on and on.
Why do the FBI get handed everything, she wondered. But what she really wanted to know was why she was the one always stuck with work when most of the other agents and anaylists were just standing around telling jokes and drinking coffee. morgan got back to her zitplaats, stoel and pushed her amandel hair out of her eyes and...
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"Why would u want to any way?" Hellena asked.
"She's cute." Ash answered his sister.Ellen went to her first class.
"Alright every one we have a new student starting to dag who would like to toon her around?" The teacher said.A bunch of guys raised there hands.
"Miss.Terra would u like to toon her around?" The teacher asked.
"Alright teacher." A girl with long green hair put up in small pig tails zei standing up she was wearing a green dress,She walked over to Ellen.
"Hi my name is Hana." She said.
"I'm Ellen."
"I know." She zei the went back to her seat.
"Miss.Collins please take a seat."
"Yes...
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The guards walked back and forth in their normal sweeping motion that they always used. This made Joseph smile watching them through his hotel window with his state-of-the-art night-vision binoculars. just routine as usual, at least that's what the guards thought. Joseph looked at his watch, 12:23a.m. only seven meer minuten till he had to go. Joseph grabbed his bag of ammunition and various other things. His small, light smg. He also put on his body armor, his cammo, and grabbed his combat knife. And of course his baby, he'd never forget his baby. His baby was a 9.mm beretta. Aims like a dream...
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It was Mia, the Rokurokubi; she was the head, the head connected to the very long neck. Opal looked with amazement as Mia knocked Grito to the ground. As her body started to walk vooruit, voorwaarts as her neck retracted back to it. “Um... Ok, that was not expected” zei Opal. Alec and Marley were also in a great confusion, looking at each other trying to make something out of the situation. “Surprised?” Mia Asked. “A little” zei Opal, trying to make it as a joke. The three released that this was Mia’s power, she is a Rokurokubi and this is what they do, all four of them started laughing....
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“Damn nobody in sight yet, I hope Marley and Alec are doing ok” zei Opal. As she jumped from place to place she saw a young girl between the ages of 17-20, Opal didn’t even speak, and she didn’t need too. The girl was alone so Opal jumped behind her and as the girl turned Opal dug her fangs right into the girl’s neck. At first the girl’s eyes lit up with shock but then eased down into a deep sleep. Opal’s eyes turned the rose colour it does and when she was finished she through the girl to the ground, it has been too long since she drank so she didn’t really care about anything...
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posted by ashesandwine
Not much to say, just thanks to DxCluvr for the help....
Thanks to Just_bella for all the help as well...
Thanks to Patrisha727 for helping me find the banner and the icoon for my spot...
And thanks to everyone for the support...
This time the lines are all mine... No song to inspire them



"Daniel's POV"

Can I fight when there's no hope? Can I smile when there's no happiness? Can I still love when the one I love is gone? Can I live when I hope for death?
I try to stay awake not wanting to dream of her, not wanting to see her eyes, her lips, her face begging to stay with me! I'm trying to go back...
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posted by BiteMeCullen107
“Ouch!” last night I was out to long and door the time I came home pagina I was exhausted so I just slept on my mattress that laid on the floor.
    I woke to the waves crashing onto the kust-, oever and the sun light touching my eyes. Not realizing I was on the edge of my bed, I stretched and landed on the cold floor to my two room apartment.
    I got off the floor grabbing my silk badjas that was sitting on top, boven of the box volgende to my mattress. I walked over to my living room windows and opened the shades up to reveal a beautiful ocean. The sky was clear all for...
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HEY,
I DID NOT WRITE THIS STORY MY BRO DID, HOPE u LIKE IT


15 years ago, mankind found that there was meer than the world showed us. There was another world where creatures of all appearances were hiding, the creatures made a deal with the humans that if they let them live in the human world as normal citizens they would help the humans deal with deceases and technology. They agreed but the humans decreed that all monsters must hid in a human form, this was no shock to the creatures and it was agreed that man and monster would live as one, as long as the monsters keep their true form a secret....
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I loved her.

As much as I hated her now I had loved her then.
But I had a problem now. The hate was getting in the way of my whole life. It was like this shadow that was always two steps behind me waiting to lash out. I did what I thought would help. Ignored it. And guess what? It just got worse. It got to the point where I was cold to everyone. My vrienden tiptoed around me of avoided me altogether. My hatred and anger were controling my life. I should have asked for help but I was way to stubborn for that. Why would I need to talk to a shrink? They were for crazy people. So, after a few weeks...
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