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posted by amoremusic
blessed
when i think about the things that God has blessed me with i get to excited to think that he has done all of these things for me and only me, so that the people around me can be blessed as well,

The things that i cherish the most is family and the impact that they have on me as a young woman, the l’amour that they montrer me everyday of my life, there is a quote that fits what i'm talking about and this is what it is:

"Family, they are the people who bring toi up when toi are down, they are the ones that toi can turn to when life isn't going the way toi want it to, they are there to comfort toi in times of sorrow and in pain,."

that's what Family means to me, tell me what does family mean to you, and how do toi fine your comfort, is it in the people that toi l’amour and trust, toi tell me how toi find your strength and your foundation.

Before/ Beginning/ but not the end:

I will not let toi be so sympathetic of me and how my life has now turned out, ou the way i live my life in the manner that it is now, for toi have no-right at all to judge me hence-forth.

The things that i say of think doesn't apply to toi at all, I was born to be so different and that's how I'm going to stay, toi can't change how I feel, I know that I'm so confused and messed up in the head, and that I need help I don't want toi to try to help me, i need to try to find it on my own, and on my own time.

Don't push me to find the help that I need let me find on my own, and for wanting to change let me do it on my won time, that it is a life-choice that i have to make. I'm not saying that I hate toi of dislike toi in any-way, I l’amour toi for toi and I'm not asking toi to change me in any-way, I'm just asking toi to give me the l’espace that i deserve to have to get better with the time and the struggles that I have to deal with. Please all that I'm asking toi is to l’amour me for me and for who I wish to be and for what I was before this all happened to me.
posted by madening_mahem
who am I ?
what can I do?
I'm self-centered, self-induldged, self-absorbed, hateful, short-tepered, implusive, in a complete state of denial, confused and lonely, yet I don't try to think.
a creature of the night
a princess of darkness
I long for light
colors
but all is midnight
and my only companions are the moon and the darkness
thought it comforts me when no one can
I wish to be out of darkness for once
to be clear, understood, unquestioned, and loved.
but who am I to ask for this?
who am I to want this?
is that what makes me human?
why?
all I want to know is why?
posted by dragonwriter
After changing back I saw the remains of that man. It was enough to make me sick. I just fell to my knees looking up at the sky. A girl walks up beside me and kneels down. "Don't look so down." I go to look at her and no one is there. I look back up at the sky waiting to hear that voice again. There wasn't any sound anywhere around. Out of the silence i could hear a faint breath from the night behind me. I déplacer to the right when i hear the shot.

It grazes the side of my head and i fall to the ground. I hear footsteps running towards me as my eyes slowly close.
posted by Fyrwenn
Change

The way I feel has changed
When we met I was a fool, thought
You weren’t gonna treat me like a tool
I tell myself that I care ‘bout you
But deep inside I know we’re through.

Change is never easy
But what am I supposed to do?
I can’t sit around, cry and wait for you,


I guess we were too naive
Believing it would work
Why didn’t I see,
that toi were such a jerk?


Change is never easy
But what am I supposed to do?
I can’t sit around, cry and wait for you

In the future we might get another chance
Maybe, it was just a short romance
Then what I’m feeling is really wrong
I felt I had to write this...
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Swing, Batter, Batter, Swing!
Putting my weight on my right foot, the foot closest to the catcher. Leaning back re-gripping my bat. I watched as that black haired pitcher powered up her pitch, rocking back and forth on her heals, taking in her gant now to her side and starting the wind-up. 'This is it,' I thought to myself, now taking the best grip on my bat, 2 balls and 2 strikes have passed par this plate and I am not letting this pitcher strike me out, ou walk me! I got ready the ball was realeased, and I heard the 'ump' say "Ball Outside".
I stepped out of the batters box, and took a couple...
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posted by samuraibond005
Yaouta lived on a farm in Missouri, he had only recently graduated high school, had a pilot's license, and even a couple of airplanes used in war. He had an old A6M zero that belonged to his rich father, grandfather, and his great grandfather before him. His father was assassinated par a rival corporation (His father owned a wealthy publishing corporation) and the corporation decided to target his family afterward. 5 black cars pulled up in his front yard, though the yard was big enough to hold just about 10 times as much. Yaouta's younger brother, who was 15 at the time, walked out to greet...
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posted by Me_Iz_Here
A/N: I've gotten a few titre suggestions, but for now I'm just gonna keep it to Stay and Run. And this chapter has a lot of unnecessary details and unrelated dialogue, the first few chapters will, I just wanted to get the general idea of the girls' life.
Prologue: link

1: An Average jour in Spencer’s Life

Spencer sat at her desk. Tomorrow was her twenty-second birthday. The first of the girls’ birthdays with étoile, star missing. Spencer had been sad ever since she disappeared. étoile, star was one of her best friends. And after losing three when they were recruits, she couldn’t take it.

There was a lot...
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posted by coolie
Step, creak, step, creak! the floor boards speak to me as I slowly tremble on its hard, splintery wood. Each step feels so daring. I feel danger crawling up my dangling spine. Thump, thump, my cœur, coeur tries to refuse to my wishes of moving forward. Nothing has happened so far.
I carefully make my way towards the forbidden wooden chair. Creeeeeeek! goes the siège as I lower my self to its level and sit on it. SHHHHHHHH!
“What was that?” I whisper to my self with my eyes wide open. I slowly start to climb the fence to view the streets of emptiness and quietness. My cœur, coeur starts to beat even louder. Thump, thump. I slowly turn my anxious head to look. But it was only a car passing par my house.
posted by wierdgem7
I felt the tape on my mouth and the long rope that was binding me to the chair. The Room was so black, I couldn't see. I recalled how I had got there. The new family suivant door invited me to their housewarming party. So I went. Then, as I was going home, some-one grabbed me. A rough hand covered my mouth, so I couldn't scream. All I saw of my kidnapper was a pair of shocking green eyes. I was thrown into the back of a white van and tied up. I was there for only five minutes, but time slowed down and took five hours.Why did anyone want to kidnap me? I had done nothing wrong. The van doors opened,...
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posted by para-scence
My breaths were trapped in the back of my throat. I was afraid to breathe, because they'd probably come out as screams. The barrel of the gun pressed harder into my head, probably leaving a mark.

"Give me your money," the voice said. I tried to speak, but I couldn't. A couple moments later he took his hand away from my mouth so I could speak.

"I-- I-- I-- don't ha-- a-- ave an-- n-- n--y," I said, my voice shaking so much it took him a while to tell what I was saying. Then he laughed darkly.

"Well, that sucks for you." I felt the gun déplacer a little, as he put his finger on the trigger. I took a...
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posted by flabaloobalah
I stare at the screen with my mouth hanging wide open in shock and horror. The caption reads: SIXTEEN an OLD BOY BRUTALLY MURDERED IN LOS ANGELES
The anchorwoman says, "Late last night in Los Angeles, California, sixteen an old Wyatt Starmount was killed. The identity of his murderer is unclear, but authorities say he's hispanic, six feet tall, and was last seen wearing a gray hoodie.
Now here's a video of Wyatt's death. Due to the graphic nature of this video, viewer discretion is advised." the lady informs me.
The video starts. The boy I realize is Wyatt is walking down the street. Sure...
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posted by para-scence
I was torn. On one hand, I really liked Foster. But, I wasn't sure if he really liked me back. He completely cut me off at school, but acted like he was totally in l’amour with me when we were alone. It was strange. I could usually read people really well, but Foster left me speechless, and I had no clue what to think.

"Do toi whatever toi feel is right," Grandma said. That did not help. I had no idea what was "right." And honestly, I wasn't sure there was a right and wrong in this situation. I wasn't so sure about asking Echo. She still hated Foster no matter what.

Echo came over one jour after...
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posted by para-scence
I couldn't believe it. He actually liked me back. This was the best thing ever. We hung out on Saturday, and part of Sunday as well. It was like something out of those romance movies; only it wasn't as cheesy, and people weren't watching us from their living rooms holding buckets of ice cream and quietly crying.

At least I didn't think so... o.O

If they were, I wouldn't be surprised. The whole thing was so amazing I wouldn't be surprised if I was on a prank TV montrer ou something. I was sad when the weekend came to an end. I didn't want to lose this feeling.

"I'll see toi tomorrow, right?" I asked,...
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posted by para-scence
"...My parents are alcoholics," Echo confided with me. "They're almost never sober. Then I'm stuck caring for my little brother. And it's... it's just hard," her voice cracked. I put my arm around her and pulled her close. I opened my mouth, but I had no idea what to say. She wiped her eyes and sniffed. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I can't imagine what it's like for you..." She shrugged. Then a cloche, bell rang and students started filing out of the lunch room. Lunch was over already? We stood up, and went to our suivant class.

***

"How was your first day, honey?" Grandmother asked when I got home. I shrugged,...
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posted by para-scence
The suivant day, I had no choice but to go to school. My Friends looked at me with concerned looks, but I tried to ignore that. We all stood around in front of the school, waiting to be let in before the first bell.

"How toi doing?" Chasity asked. I shrugged.

"Did toi hear?" Axel said, his eyes wide with interest.

"Hear what," Liberty said.

"The kids they took in weren't the real shooters. They had their alibis. And no one ever really saw the shooters; they were disguised ou something. So that means---"

"The real shooters are still here," corbeau, corneille finished. Everyone shifted uncomfortably.

"Well why...
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posted by Skitty_Love
Then Corrine fired a strong beam of light at me. I stumbled to the ground.

"Soul!" Professor Rhinestone cried and rushed to my aid. He checked my flushed face, and my burnt hands. "No... Taine! How could toi let model #002 do such a thing?!" Taine shrugged in a nervous wreck. "I-I don't know Rhinestone.. I thought everything went okay until-" Professor's eyes turned into a sharp glare. "Listen, if toi don't fix that hybrid par tomorrow, I will banish the needs of any hybrid!" Taine's eyes grew. "Rhinestone.. It was an accident!" Professor looked back at me, fainted and nearly broken. "Taine......
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posted by StarWarsFan7
After the lesson about the Cold War, the cloche, bell rings at 9:11 a.m. I grab my tan book bag and put it over my head and the bag lands near my waist. "Wow. She's got a nice outfit. Where did she get it? A thrift store?" I hear Raquelle gossiping about me. I growl under my breath. "Don't worry about her, Bree. She's just jealous. I like your outfit." says my friend, Josh. "Thanks, Josh." We walk out the door together. Everything's fine until I hear people spreading rumors. "Bree Komor is dating Josh Matthews. "I heard they started dating a an ago!" "No way!" Ugh. They're making fools of themselves....
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posted by MissMuffin38
Daniel stepped onto the streets ahead of him, packed with different families doing their regular thing. One of the families Daniel knew. A familiar face stepped out of the car - his best friend Jonathan. Jonathan's mother caught a glimpse of Daniel in the corner of her eye. She turned round with a smile on her face. "Hello Daniel! How are toi today?"
"I'm fine thanks, how about you?" Daniel answered politely. "I'm very good thank you. I suppose you'll be wanting to see Jonathan?" she asked him.
"Er, yes please." He walked over to greet Jonathan.

"How are toi Dan?" Jonathan asked. "Your mother...
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posted by rebaj2010
Chapter 4

I walked into Damion Sal High School right before the cloche, bell rang. I grabbed my paper work from the women working at the front desk. The cloche, bell rang above my head and soon the halls were overflowing with students. I pushed my way through, getting shocked stares. I finally made it to the front door and push through them.
People were already outside already, talking and laughing. One boy had a girl in an embrace for a short seconde and when the girl he was hugging turned at walked away he looked over his shoulder and took hold of a brown haired girls hand a strodded away.
There were boys...
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posted by Cullens4eva
i walked to homeroom in a daze. still thinking what i had done ou a dit wrong. when faye, evie and josie caught up with me. then they loaded me with questions.

"Whats their names?"
"Why did they walk off?"
"whats that girls problem?"
"Do toi think he would go out with any of us?"

i was at the door to class. so i turned to them and answered.

"their names are penelope and john. i dont know why they walked off john just dragged her away. the girl hasnt got a problem john has. and i couldnt care less if he wanted to go out with any of us." then i spun on my heel and entered the class. i threw my books...
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posted by ellie_bellie135
Anger

I’m Furious
But words can’t describe what I’m feeling now.
The sheer frustration cuts through me like a blunt knife, too cowardly to take it’s annoyance to the suivant level.
It stays, inkling away at me, making me feel plus hopeless every second.
Hopeless, because the plus this white anger burns away at me the plus I want to hurt something.
But the plus I destroy, the plus they seem to mock me.
I beat my face as hard as I can, but I have been numbed par my rage.
I run outside and scream as loud as I can. I curse. Words have failed me. I am at the mercy of filth.
I look for things to ruin....
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