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"Good door danny," I zei kissing him on the cheek one last time."we may not see each other again but I will remember you." for the past week danny and i have been dating on a crusie. (sorry spelling? my mind is not working today.)We both knew the dag would come when we would not be able to see each other. Now it had come. I hugged him and walked down the gang plank.

4 months later

I went to the camp I had worked at for two years now. It was all so familar when I bummed into my best friend Max. He reminded me off Danny. But when ever I saw danny he reminded me of him. Was it max who I really liked and not danny? There's only one way to find out "max?" I zei to him "What?" he said. "Da ya think we could..... like go to a movie of somthing?" "sure!" he said. And we had a great time.
posted by Insight357
The five months had passed quickly. Nothing much had changed, except I was sleeping in Alexander’s bed on a regular basis. I was also much happier. I didn’t have panic attacks as often, but that could’ve been because I didn’t have the stress I used to.
    Alexander and I had been packing. We were moving to Russia. Dr. Anozi and all my family were over there. Alexander’s parents had passed, and he didn’t have any relatives. He was okay with the move. I was excited about going home. It had been years. The only thing I had seen of home pagina was the occasional postcard...
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posted by Vampiyaa
Btw this artikel is dedicated to all those who commentaar gegeven on my vraag for it! :D thanks guyz!


Part One - Silence


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The Murder in Falling Haven
“I had never spoken a word in my life, and wasn’t planning to try. volgende thing I knew, someone took the chance to away from me.”

“Hello, Lucas!” cried Beverly Claims, the village washerwoman. “Going back to the mansion with your daughter, I see?” Lucas Raymond smiled serenely at Beverly.
“Yes, Beverly,” he zei happily. “We’ve just received word that my dear Uncle Charles had died the vorige Tuesday.” Beverly’s round and composed...
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Hi, I’m Rayne White, and u just got a free pass to my inner thoughts, and things going on at the moment. I’m seventeen, hyper, and gay. I’m incredibly sexy with my ice blue eyes, and my long black hair. I’m around 5’9”.

I have a best friend, her name is Lilah Devins. She is like my fag hag. Lilah is a bitch, but I love her anyway. She has long brown hair and brown eyes. Lilah is vrienden with most of the gay guys at school, which is all good and well, but she was vrienden with my nemesis, Remy Clarke.

Remy Clarke had tormented me since kindergarten. Lilah wouldn’t have me saying...
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posted by HouseMindFreak
Chapter 18





It was relatively a quiet night at the Slade Ranch in Las Vegas, New Mexico.
Cayden Slade noticed that the horses were slightly on edge as he put them in their schuur for the night, there was a storm coming so perhaps the highly charged atmosphere was causing their edginess. He shivered as a sudden chilly breeze blew by, it was odd having it be this nippy at night during this time of jaar but he ignored it and headed back to the ranch house.
About a 15 minuut walk since the ranch was not very large, considered very small door some rancher’s standards but at times it felt like half an...
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posted by para-scence
The volgende morning, I was woken up door a blinding light. I groaned and covered my eyes with my arm. What the hell was Nikolai of Carmine doing in my room this early?! I rolled over onto my stomach, smothering my face in my pillow.

"Good morning, Sunshine!" a female voice said. That woke me up.

"Huh?!" I said, leaning up real fast. Then I realized it was Gail. Then I realized I wasn't home. I frowned and rubbed my eyes. Gail had opened the blinds right door my bed. I looked over to the bed volgende to me; Scout was gone, her bed already neatly made.

"It's almost ten o'clock," Gail informed me. Then why'd...
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Looking around the dark, inviting room, thinking of life. It’s funny how u get thrown into things. The room u are in, for whatever reason. The things around you. u must’ve came to like them in some way, how though? Did it capture interest? Is it something a friend has gave you?
    How did I get to this point? Feeling fiction from reading of writing is life, instead of my own. Wanting to be cast as characters in stories, but not my own life. Anxiety grows to be meer like fictitious characters. I don’t understand my own life these days. All jumbled up, and disconnecting....
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posted by smartone123
We have looked deep into Nikki Goldmans life to find some supriseing stuff as i tell u her TRUE story.Well lets go back in time to her childhood,and suprise u with something un known to everyone but her family.Her real name is lea Gliden,and her mom is dead leaving her with her father who abuses her.Ok we'll skip to her 11th birthday,the dag where she runs away

"get here u bastard child"he growels,a feet away from where i hide,squahed in like a bug,a cold hard wood bottom,the shelve enough to hide me,and for him not to notice.It was all ok until my nose was itchy so i quickly scrached...
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posted by Insight357
    I awoke to the sound of doctors running rampant.
    “How did he near death?”
    “Why did he do it?”
    “Was it suicide?” All of these vragen ran through my room. I opened my eyes, I was back in the mental institution. I looked over at my left arm. A cast ran from my wrist to my elbow. I remembered taking the meds, but I didn’t remember breaking my arm. I wonder how that happened.
    “Dr. Demidov, how are u feeling?” A tall, thin man asked. He wore glasses, and he had...
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I've been lately adding a lot of X Academy, Stardom and Vampire Society excerpts and since nobody really knows what im talking about i decided to make a guide XD

X Academy - Aiko is a fourteen jaar old girl who was put up for adoption as a baby and was adopted door a man called Gideon. Throughout the years Gideon physically abused Aiko. Aiko gets accepted into the elite X Academy, an enormous school with an enormous secret. A week before Aiko is supposed to pack her bags and leave for X Academy, she is bitten on her wrist door a rogue vampire. She is also saved door another vampire. The bite on her...
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posted by Insight357
Alexander left for Boston yesterday. He left me with spare keys to his apartment. I promised him I would go apologize to Grey. I wasn’t excited about it, but it had to be done. I was going to do it today, the sooner the better.
    I sighed as I rose from the leather couch, and took the keys from the hook. I walked to Grey’s house. It looked the same. Her car-well my car that I didn’t take with me-sat in the driveway. She didn’t have to work. I went up to the door and knocked.
    I stood there a moment, and waited. I heard footsteps and the door...
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posted by Insight357
I didn’t know where I was going, but I had to go somewhere. The fight with Grey had been bad. I didn’t feel guilty, and that bothered me. I always felt guilty after a fight, but this seemed to be an exception. I was…happy? No, that wasn’t the word, meer overjoyed, I guess.
    I kept walking; it was around seven when I sank down on the sidewalk. I was tired, and I had nowhere to go. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do…I could always look for Xander, but knowing him, he knew how to cover his tracks. The only person who seemed to know where he was at all times...
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"This is beautiful!" Aiko breathed. Elaine beamed and laughed, "I knew you'd love it!" Elaine had called Aiko's apartment at five in the morning, telling her (well, meer like yelling at her) to come to a spot in the park. In that spot was a bench facing a brilliant, crystal-clear waterfall that flowed around the bench like a sparkling moat. An authentic wooden bridge with white and blue roses woven in the railings connected the park with the solitary bench.
"We're going to meet your brother in such a beautiful place?" Aiko gaped.
"Yeah!" Elaine exclaimed, flopping down on the bench and grinning...
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posted by Insight357
“I can’t get u out of my head either,” I said. Voices broke loose in my head, and I fought to push them all back.    
    “What are we going to do then?” he asked unaware of the chaos in my mind.
    “What do u mean?” I asked confused.
    “We both have feelings for each other. We can’t just ignore it,” Alexander said.
    “I know,” I wanted to ignore it no matter what he said. That would be rude though.
    “We should take time together to explore...
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posted by para-scence
"It's ok, Kodi. I'm sure he doesn't still feel that way," Sicily assured me. "That was months ago! He was probably just hurt that u left." I shrugged.

"Well, it's not like u have anywhere else to go," Shiloh added. I pouted. They were right. There was no way I could go back to living in a car. Chance would definitely get sick again, only probably with something even worse.

"I'll think about it," I told them. I wanted to have time to think about my options. Just then, there was a knock on the door. I furrowed my eyebrows. Sicily pursed her lips to hide a smile. Shiloh shrugged.

"She insisted...
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posted by nomblahnom
As I stare listlessly into the mirror, the fuzzy image that gazes back at me is someone I barely recognize. But I do. They say prison causes profound changes in a man, and the most extraordinary stem from the most incredible circumstances. That man in the mirror has undergone an unimaginable plethora of alterations because he is the absolute worst thing one can be in prison: an innocent man.

I detect the bitterness in his hazel eyes, the constant worry that wrinkles his forehead, the anxiety that sets his jaw like cement and the frustration that has lightened his hair from brown to salty beige....
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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 Insight357
door the time, I reached Social Services noon had come. I walked inside the one-story, brick building. I looked around the large, blue-walled room the door had revealed. I didn’t see Lucy.
    A curvy, dark-toned woman come up to me. She had curly black hair, and brown eyes.
    “You must be, Damien,” zei the woman. I nodded.
    “And u are?” I knew she was a social worker, but that’s all.
    “I’m Stacey, Stacey Sterns,” she said.
    “You’re Lucy’s worker, right?”
    “Yes,...
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posted by Insight357
I needed more, more! I threw the book across the dimly lit, wooden attic. The book hit a stack of old newspapers. I tore open yet another book. Nothing would give me my answers.
    Why did I feel the need to care for Lucy? Why could I not get Alexander out of my head?
    There were pages, and pages of the thought process, but nothing to explain what I felt! Why could no one manage to capture these feelings, and explain them?
    A knock on the door interrupted me. “What?” I snapped.
    “It is past midnight, Damien. Come to bed,” zei Grey through the door.
    “I’ll come when I want to. Now, go away!” Could she not understand I was confused, and angry? She possessed such naivety.
    “Fine!” Grey yelled. I heard her storm down the steps. Then I heard her bedroom door slam. I let out a puff of air.
    Then I threw another book against the wall. I kicked the whole stack of books, and watched as they toppled over. I threw myself onto the floor, and began crying.
It all started out as an ordinary day, man. Mrs. Krabaple, my stupid teacher wanted us to do a
project on the most intense, exciting dag of our vacation. Truth is, I actually DID my project, instead
of getting my dog, Santa's Little Helper to eat a piece of paper with the alphabet and some made
up curse words Milhouse made up that I thought were dumb. Anyway, all these kids had these boring
stories, while I was remembering mine:
It started two weeks ago, when Homer came home, not miserable of went to Moe's before coming
home. He seemed so giddy and excited.

Homer: Marge! Kids! Come to the living...
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