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posted by BellaSwan636
Shaun

A jour passed. I didn't hear from her. I didn't have her new cell number, I couldn't contact her.

I started the two and a half heure long drive to where she she lived.

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I knocked on her door. She didn't answer. I couldn't blame her. She probably hated me right now.

I tried the handle, and it swung open easily. Deathly quiet.

I suddenly saw a piece of paper stuck to her bedroom door. I saw my name. I ripped it of and read what was written.

Shaun,

I'm leaving. Please, please, don't tell anyone why. Pretend toi don't know. Act like I never existed.

Don't come looking for me. I want toi to finish college, and déplacer on. toi deserve happiness, which I can't ever give you, no matter how much I wish I could. And don't blame yourself. It's my fault. It's entirely my fault.

I still l’amour you, and I always will.

Serena.


toi gave me happiness, Serena. And I'll always blame myself. I a volé, étole your future. I have no reason to ever want anyone else. toi are and toi always will be my everything.

I turned around, with the letter still in my hand. I'd do whatever it took to do everything she asked of me. I owed her that much. I loved her too much.
Okay, this is chapter 2... enjoy :)

Duncan and Gwen were taking a stroll through the forest

Duncan: So how's it going with toi and Courtney?
Gwen: Horrible, whatever I do I hurt her and she just hates me even more!
Duncan: Well, it's not so fun being in the hero's team either.
Gwen: Oh... I just don't get it I've done so many good things and... and Courtney and toi weren't dating at the time
Duncan: Cheer up, Gwen toi have me
Gwen: Yeah I guess so

Duncan and Gwen go back to their cabins

Gwen confessional: At least I can try to fix things with Courtney no matter how many times I... fail (Gwen starts...
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posted by Dreamcatcher26
Khloe, Caroline, a few other Friends and I flung ourselves down the rue to the hottest club in town devils lounge, I was thankful that the bouncers here were as dumb witted as everywhere else about fake ids.

Inside the club Icy, smoke lurked on the ground; coloured lights gave me a spontaneous rush of excitement. I looked at the seas of bodies that were grinding on the dance floor, an arm snaked around my waist before spinning me around to hold me in their grip.

'Scarlett bébés toi joining us tonight for a hit?'
I scoffed and pushed Eric of me.
‘Control your brother Khloe before the dog gets...
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posted by Herro_There
He creeps through the alley ways
Forever, perhaps
All in search
Of a few meaningless scraps

Paws scared, fourrure stained
Mourning over
What his cœur, coeur once contained

collier torn, soul lost
Forever wandering
On the ground of frost

Memories will never fade
For his closest companion
And master for life, betrayed

Kicked on the streets
Forced to live
With the night's beasts
Wanders and wonders
Hiding in the shadows
From the night's thunders

Forgive and forget
They always say
But that thought doesn't enter the mind of this stray
Hoping one jour a new master would come
But alas, that is seldom

As days go by, and nights linger
He hopes and prays
For his soul and body
To part ways

For the pain is torture
And the future is bleak
Shunned from the world
Known as a freak

When, oh when, will the world learn?
How would they feel if the tides were turned?
posted by Hades223
CHAPTER 1


The claustrophobia had finally set in. In this incredibaly long elevator ride to the arena where I was to battle to the death with 23 other kids, fear's cold grip latched onto my heart. Then nervousness had crept its way into my nerves, making me tingly and numb. Now finally, after spending 15 minutes in this freakin' tube, claustrophobia had clotted my mind. With all three fighting for control over me, I was curled in a ball on the floor. Some impressive tribute I turned out to be.
My name is Grazio. No last name. In fact, no last names will be uttered in this entire story, so get...
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posted by Lore_Master
Our hero fell to his knee's "Wha....what....no all my work and research.....gone!" he a dit as he clutched his chest gasping for air, as jour turned to night he sat there with an empty feeling eating him from the inside, he looked up at the star's "Why me why do.... why the fuck does this happen to me!!!" the hero yelled as he started pounding the ground violently, his whole body filled with rage and sadness knowing all of his work was just wasted he began to shed tear's it seemed the plus he hit the ground the further it plunged him into dark thought's soon thinking of resorting to evil necromancy...
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Max awoke the suivant the morning with a slight wet feeling... Simba had wet the bed! "Simba!!" I yelled as I jumped out of

bed quickly, he sat up and looked at me then felt the wet sheet's himself "Not again!" Simba a dit as he to jumped out of

bed soaking wet, "Didn't I train toi not to do that?" I asked as I walked over to the dresser to find some new cloth's

"Well ya toi did but I had a.... wet dream heh.. and I drank a lot before I went to lit so I couldn't hold it." Simba a dit

as he pulled the sheet's off the lit "Well we're gonna have to clean them now." Simba a dit as he sighed balling up...
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posted by Kenya-Hantaro
There is a pack of loups that love, worship, fear, and respect blood. One of the loups 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 divisé, split personalities though. One evil and one sweet and hyper. Both interesting but the fact that she has divisé, split personalities sends most other loups 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 nomblahnom
“We’ve got him this time,” a dit Special Agent in Charge Sheelia Tanner of the FBI. She sat in the passenger siège of a plain blue sedan belonging to her partner, Special Agent Scott Carver. Scott was a fit, trim, athletically-built man with short blond hair, blue eyes, and chiseled features. He was average height and had a generally serious, but approachable look. Sheelia was only slightly shorter, still quite tall for a woman, also very fit but sleekly built like a dancer. Her father and mother were of mixed heritage, including black, white and Asian, and she seemed to draw all her features...
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posted by HouseMindFreak
1st chapter: link

2nd chapter: link

3rd chapter: link


Chapter 4

Koda ran out of the school before anyone heard ou found out about his little incident. But he knew sooner ou later someone would walk in that office and see Principle Nakai on the floor with his bureau on haut, retour au début of him and realize who wasn’t in school anymore…he would be serious trouble.

The sun was at its peak in the sky, probably around 1 ou 2 pm. It was hot, the breeze that blew was dry and it burned Koda’s eyes. He stood suivant to his dirt bike, contemplating where he should go before any cop…or parent arrived.
He decided it didn’t...
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Oh great it’s probably that creepy garbage man again. I thought. I turned around anyway, my eyes widened, I felt my face turn red, I couldn’t believe who was standing in front of me. I felt embarrassed. He just stared at me, with a look that just says hello. I opened my mouth thinking I was going to say something. Nothing came out I quickly shut my mouth and took a step back, about to walk away. “No, don’t run,” he said, his voice was so sweet.
“I… Umm…. Em…Eminem…uhh… hello?” I stuttered nervously with a stupid grin on my face, after I knew he wasn’t mad at me.
“Who...
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posted by joe-edwardfan
Chapter 1: the first meeting
I was remembering the first time I was trying to hide from my only enemy…..Damien I was running away from him for 160 years but he never gave up chasing me. My life is a living hell every little thing made me fear for no reason it’s just the part of the curse I can’t control it…….
-Bella
Angela asked worried I looked at her
-yeah?
-Nothing I was just worried, toi were starring there for, I don’t know half an hour!
-oh I'm sorry I was just remembering things
-ok, do toi want to talk about it?
-no I'm fine
-ok so I…um..i mean… we were wondering if toi wanted...
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posted by ZekiYuro
Here are some plus texts from people.
1.Writing and then sending a funny e-mail ou text message to my friends.And of course,imagining their faces when they read it.

2.I really like driving at night when there's no traffic,listening to my favourite music.I feel completely free.

3.Staying in lit on Sunday morning and lire the newspaper.Then getting up very late and having my dog for a walk.

4.I enjoy going to the jym and really getting tired then taking a long hot douche followed par a nice hot cup of tea.There's nothing better.

5.Turning off my computer at the end of the day.Leaving work,and getting into my car to go home!It's the best moment of the day.I l’amour it!
Emmanuel Ray, winner of Fashions Finest’s Fashion icone of the an award (2011), has been asked to officially open Gibraltar Fashion Week commencing on 19th April 2012.
Emmanuel will meet with fashion designers, press and a selection of important members of the Gibraltarian government.
Reene Weston, designer and organiser had the following to say about why she chose Emmanuel to officially open the event.
“Some people have to be taught to be fashionable…Emmanuel rayon, ray was born fashionable. Gibraltar is about real people and real lives. Emmanuel rayon, ray mirrors that!”
This exciting new event has...
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posted by lama2426
Dialogue: so this movie is based on Zagr and Dagr. Zim and Gaz just had sex on zim's couch, Then dib and GIR just had sex on the floor. But Dib is madly in l’amour with Zim. oh almost forgot this is the jour the armada comes but the risisty has something to do to the irkens. Hope toi enjoy!
After a long night "doing it" with gir, Dib woke up, right after he woke up he noticed zim naked BELOW Gaz, when he flipped over Gaz he almost barfed, but when he flipped over zim, he got a boner. After that he went back to sleep par gir. An heure later Gaz woke up but ONLY put on her tights, when she walked out...
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Summertime, June, 16th, 1934
Detectives surrounding the area of the lake. A dead body was found. A young girl's body. The young girl was Anna Hawkes, nine years old, blond hair, green eyes. My best friend.......ex best friend. Let's just say, this little girl did not play nice with me and left me forgotten. She's lucky. Lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky. The detectives found her and not me. Well, I'm sorta used to it since I've always known to be forgotten and alone. Now, I'm dead, forgotten, alone, wet, and sunk deep into the water. How did Little Miss Anna Hawkes die? Hehe, me of course. She drowned...
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