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posted by tayandkris4evr
I woke up feeling groggy. My eyes were swollen from crying, and my head felt like it'd been hit with a sledge hammer a couple of times. Niki's head was on my shoulder, his blonde hair was dry now, and his eyes were also swollen and pink.
I slowly put Niki's head on a soft trash bag then I scooted out from the hollow tree's cover. Standing there in the forest made me realize something. It made me realize that sometimes Death brings sadness and sometimes it brings a reason, a meaning, ou a story. Niki a dit that he'd burned the tree... with his hands. But, I'm not sure if that's true at all....
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posted by whitelion
love, a word that can bring much joy ou much pain
it can put the cœur, coeur at ease ou under strain
and as that word to each other we spoke
it made our hearts complete and not broke

a feeling unlike any other i felt
as toi heavenly eyes made my cœur, coeur melt
toi were always the one, i could tell
cause from the moment i saw toi in l’amour i fell

the words to describe toi a poet can never posses
toi were always the one that was hard to impress
toi wanted plus than poésie and fleurs could give
because only on true l’amour your cœur, coeur could live

to capture my cœur, coeur for toi it only took
one moment one smile and one unforgettable look
posted by BennieBear27
Protako
Prologue

There were at least 100 other children, including my brother, in the room. I saw two girls with light brown hair and green eyes stood a few feet away. One of them was clinging onto the other's arm.

"Jacob," I tugged my twin brothers arm. "Let's go say hi to those girls!" I pointed to them.

He nodded. We walked over to the girls.

"Hi!" Jacob a dit to them. "I'm Jacob! This is my brother, Milo." I smile.

"Hi! I'm Luna." The girl in my right said. Her chemise was blue, whereas her sisters was red.

"I'm Kyla..." The girl who was clinging to Luna a dit quietly. She didn't meet our eyes...
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posted by KatiiCullen94
my thoughts at the moment..

1.
i dont know what people see anymore.
i think plus people decide what it is they really saw, jsut to make them feel better.
Because anything can be anything toi want it to be.

2.
i dont think toi relize it when your changing, because your always feeling normal, its takes someone to look at you, that someone doesn't have to know you, to tell toi your wrong about self.

3.
The biggest mistake toi can make it letting someone too close, because like newtons first law, one will continue to do whatever it is doing unless a force interuppts. That force can be anything....
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 Edgar Allen Poe - #1
Edgar Allen Poe - #1
Okay, so this is a countdown of my most favori authors of all time. It goes from igood #10 to magnficient #1.

I am also so happy for myself because this is technically my first work of écriture that I will soon publish.....

Alright, here it is;

1. Edgar Allen Poe - He has had a rough life filled with death, grief, abandonment, and misery, and his ways to cope with these difficult emotions were his magnificent stories and peoms that we enjoy to this day. Also, he and I can relate...
2. Stephen King - He has this enigmatic personality that makes toi wonder and puzzle, and he's a bit of an oddball...
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posted by June4
A family who lives on a boat
Doesn’t want land but water to float.
Sometimes afraid to sink down
Of many holes they have around.
All what’s left is hope and faith.
A girl on the bateau is very sick,
But the thoughtless father’s brain never gave a kick.
Never thought about what would happen,
That’s why they’re Lost with a big reason.
All what’s left is 35 feet of rope and faith.
Believing in your heart,
There is a big feeling where to start
Never give it up nor never have enough.
toi know what toi want,
toi know some things that toi can’t have.
All what’s left is hope and faith.
added by shubzGswag
It pulsed rhythmically like a beating cœur, coeur across the horizon. I guess that makes sense considering it looked like the solitary line on a cœur, coeur monitor, radiating orange as it zigzaged up and down. I've been here before; Level 1, Dark Space. I don't know how I knew, I don't even remember being here before...I just know I have. Despite the darkness, and there was plenty to go around, I knew from somewhere that it was my favori level. The candimals bought small and soft light, which was enough for me. I touched the flame as I always did, it never hurt nor left any burns. At the brush of my...
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posted by FanFictionsOnMe
I shrug my shoulders. "I'm being honest with you.I never did it.Why don't toi believe me?" The police men grab my arms and lift me up high. All I can feel is their clinched wrists and heavy weight under me. They drawn me to the Lab Emergency Room,and...gave me a thick shot with Ketamine inside. A drug that makes your memory leave toi and passed out. It did so to me.



I hear footsteps coming from the metal door and woke me up. I thought it was a dream at first site of this morning. The step's sounds came closer and closer. I'm half asleep and I don't remember anything. How to talk. How to eat....
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posted by Cries_Bloodlova
Chapter 1
The party
“Eliza come on down its time to get ready!” my dad yelled from down stairs. Today was some sort of party and my dad was dragging me into it. To be honest I rather stay accueil and read I ran down stairs in my underwear. My dad dressed me in a poofy baby blue dress with tights underneath. He put black shoes that where shiny and open at the haut, retour au début with a strap that went an across and a small heel on my feet. He did my bronze colored hair so that it was no longer flat; it had some poofy volume to it. Then he walks to a mirror.
“Look at this eye candy.” I a dit my father laughs....
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posted by Insight357
The cloche, bell rang, Elizabeth, and Wyatt had to go to class. They had every class together except for first period. Elizabeth went to art class while Wyatt went to music.
All through art Elizabeth drew out a sketch of her left wrist. This piece of artwork would be hanging on the mur outside the art room. She was glad people would see it. She was going to be curious to see how many people she could piss off.
* * *
During musique Wyatt stared out the window, thinking. Thinking of the best time to tell Elizabeth. He figured he would do it during Algebra two. It would be one of the easiest classes to...
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