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Twas midnight in the warm summer. The stars so bright and lovely, along with the full moon lingering in the sky. She looked out of her window, sighing about what she is missing out on. The outside world. Oh how Lacrymosa wanted to be in the outside world. Mother never allowed it. Lacrymosa cringed and shuddered at the thought of Mother. What a monster of a being she was. Horrid woman. Very overprotective of her little Lacrymosa. A widowed woman with only one child is usually very protective of her children, but Lacrymosa's mother was quite different. She was overbearing. The Queen of Lithiumina. Her daughter was the princess, hidden from the public's view. No one has really seen Lacrymosa in person since her birth sixteen years ago, and people wonder why her mother hasn't let her out of her home. She usually sneaks out, to enjoy the beauty of night. Never in the daytime. Mother would know, and so would the public. She quietly climbed out of the window from her tower, fantasizing about having a true l’amour and becoming queen. Her mother would strike her for such thoughts and would scream,"A young lady should not think of becoming plus powerful than her mother! A young lady should only thing of kittens, lovely flowers, and realistic things! toi should not read ou explore art. How would the great artists of the past and present would feel about a princess doing male things like lire ou painting? It would be disgraceful and horrid! Stop fantasizing! Only children do that, and even they snap out of it!"

Lacrymosa's anger grew plus and more. She hated being emotionally and mentally chained and trapped. She hated the thought of being told what to do, so she can keep a quaint simple mind, and not do anything that only men could do. She just wanted to be free. She so badly just wanted to run away, leave everything behind and change her identity. She wanted to make her escape, but she wasn't sure. Then, she felt something cold. Very cold and scary. Then, she blacked out.

Lacrymosa woke in the château dinning area, where the Queen and others help make decisions about the kingdom. The guards, her mother, everyone who worked in the château looked at her angrily. Her mother looked at her angrily and said,"We have warned toi of your ways. It is time for toi to learn your lesson." She ordered the guards to chain her up Elizabeth Bathory style, and poke Lacrymosa with sharp objects. Lacrymosa has cried and felt pain for four days straight, without any nourriture and barely enough water. She started staring at an object, as she stared and stared at it. She made it déplacer from one place to another!

Days and days went by, as Lacrymosa practiced her power, until one day. Two guards came up to her room to "check" on her, when she grabbed a heavy sharp object and stroke them both sharply on the heads. She moved the keys with her mind, unlocking herself, when finally she was ready to rid of everyone within the château walls.

One par one, she attacked everyone in the château silently with her mind abilities. She went downstairs to visit her mother in the parlor room, as her mother was minding her own business. "Hello Mother." Lacrymosa said, as her mother jumped from hearing the voice of her own daughter free in the castle. Her mother a dit nothing. She just charged after her like a raging bull, but then she was still. The Queen was still. Lacrymosa knocked her out with a sharp object and dragged her to her room. She locked up her mother the same way that Lacrymosa was locked up. Lacrymosa packed some things of hers, and moved out of the castle, covered in blood from the victims. As she walked away from the castle, she could hear her mother's screams heard from castle, begging to be set free. Lacrymosa walked on, smiling about her new insanity and revenge.
posted by CullensFinest13
This is how toi breathe; this is how toi look; this is how toi understand; this is what toi need to live; this is how toi laugh; this is how toi smile; this what makes the world go round; this is what makes toi cry; this is what takes toi places; this is the beauty of the dreams; this is how toi sing; this is how toi breathe; this is what toi feel; this is how toi dream. Don’t be the victim; be the strong one; be the back bone; be the things all toi want to be. Never doubt; never question; never stop believing; please understand. This is how toi scream; this is how toi play; this is how you...
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posted by gossipgirlxoxo
I was holding it in my hand; this man’s cœur, coeur well not actually his cœur, coeur but his pendant it was a dark rouge colour so pretty, how he felt for this woman his passion for her. My name is Sadie and I am a goddess of love, I have been for the last 400 years, but I have always had a problem with my place, I don’t understand it, l’amour I mean it sounds like some club in L.A that everyone needs to go to and when they do they either get kicked out ou stay and even some times they stay and then get kicked out. I lived in California with my family who are gods to, and they all have a place that...
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She watched them as they moved down her street.
They never saw her, took great care in looking away before she noticed their shamelessly wide eyes were glued to her body... or, plus importantly what she embodied: this world they lived in wasn't perfect.
Her presence there seemed to pollute their pretty city and just like the odd bière can ou stray McDonalds bag, they ignored her. She wasn't stupid though... she knew she was just as much an ornament as the ribbons that decorated the streetlights at this time of year, that she in fact blended in with the rest of the pavement and she herself was...
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Chapter Three

All throughout their patrol, it was all James could do to keep his attention (and eyes) on the task at hand. He was still going over the heure before patrol in his head, trying to make sense of it. Lily Evans, always the stoic one, afraid? It was hard to get his head around. Lily had always been the one to keep her head in the most panic-worthy of situations – like the time she found out that Remus is a werewolf.

It had been a particularly difficult full moon, the last one of their sixth an at Hogwarts. Wolf-Remus had been plus vicious than usual and both James and Sirius were...
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posted by Epismatic
The inky sky pours in gradually,

Silver stars mingle casually,

feu has left a stain on this land,

Trace the blackened ground with one hand,

Been a while, but I remember,

par waning light, a glowing ember

Fades out in silence, into dust,

Until the breeze will leave it crushed.

My frame, a statue, barely breathing,

As the wisps of smoke are leaving,

Now, my muscles start to thaw,

And heat from ashes leaves them raw,

I catch myself before my landing,

For as long as I've been standing,

I've stared out at a ruined nation,

Now I walk with trepidation.
Gravity falls is an amazing show, And we all cherish it.
note: I have written this article before I read a VIP article par ALEX HIRSCH, I will explain it later on this artilce
♦First: we all see in the finale episode of Gravity falls that the only weakness of Bill Cipher is this cercle which All Gravity falls fans know it since the montrer had started, and I was excited when ford draw it on the floor, So they collect each other and stand on this cercle and defeat bill.that's the plan, but Unfortunately It didn't complete because Stan refused to stand on it. So the plan didn't complete. the...
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My name is Carle and I am one of the few immune humans to walk a war torn living dead infested world. Let me take toi back to before it started 4 years prior to the initial outbreak a couple of millionaires bought an entire colline and fortified it. The middle and upper part of the colline was cleared and a 60 ft. steel enforced concrete mur was put up, the bottom of the colline was encircled with a 30 ft. steel encased concrete wall. Some of the surrounding flatland was also cleared and minimum defenses were put up. Obviously these millionaires knew something we didn’t. This fortress - we locals...
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 Daniel Radcliffe: Reasons to l’amour him
Daniel Radcliffe: Reasons to love him
"NOTE: please commentaire if I got anything wrong"

10) He tries his hardest to play the part of Harry Potter and he has never ever stop from living his dream of jouer la comédie and he will always be Harry Potter to us!

9) His parents a dit no to Christopher Columbus's offer for Dan to audition in private for the role of Harry Potter! Until Alan Radcliffe(his father) came in to the bathroom where Dan was, and told him that he got the part. Dan quickly bursted into tears after hearing that he won the part! ( that should deserve AWWWW!)

8) In every school rapporter it a dit one ou less the same thing which was:...
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Victoria, a scuba diver, was getting ready to go scuba diving at the Ocean. She always loves to go scuba diving even if it's 10 degrees outside. She has always a dit the Ocean is too big to see everything on your first trip. Victoria has talked her friend, Ashley, to go with her. Victoria is heading over to Ashley's house to pick her up.

They just arrived to the Ocean, and they are putting on their scuba diving swim suits. "It's time to go in the Ocean," a dit Victoria. "Okay lets go then," a dit Ashley. They went and jumped into the Ocean, and they are now swimming deeper into the Ocean. They...
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 Senfinelin Forest
Senfinelin Forest
Aznr ran down the colline to the edge of the cliff. fallen trees scattered the ground and there was no sign of life. Aznr's hair blew back in the wind and memories of the past filled his head...

*Flashback*

Aznr heard a scream that rang through the forest.
Airellion! he thought, immediately recognizing his voice.
'Aznr! LightWater!' he heard the scream again.
This time he ran through the forest towards him. Aznr burst into the clearing and saw Airellion. He had an Arrow in his throat and one in his arm. He was surrounded par an army of goblins, all heavily armed.
'Airellion!' called Aznr.
Aznr raised...
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My name is Timothy Roger Cole III. This is plus ou less my story.
Well, mine and about a half dozen others. So for the sake of convenience I'm going to tell this story to toi from a third person perspective, and not always narrate it from my own point of view - since I wasn't present for some of the important stuff, and it'd be easier to tell toi what happened than recount the tedious discussions on this stuff that I had to go through to get anything remotely resembling a full picture of the events.
I hope toi appreciate the things I go through for you. Anyhow, let us begin.

Timothy Roger Cole...
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posted by StarPotterRings
Hows it going do toi think?

Our story begins with an elf gliding through the trees. His lean body let him jump from arbre to arbre as if he were flying.
It was spring, his favori time of the year. The daffodils and forsythia were in bloom, and the trees were once again turning green. He stopped on a particularly large branch and looked up into the clear sky. His dark blue eyes without the memories of the horrors of war, his skin without the scars of the torture it brings. For he was yet young, and all the time he has been alive has been peaceful.
He flew once plus through the trees. He loved...
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posted by queenpalm
Chapter 2
"Please! Please! Please!" I begged. My parents exchanged glances, then looked back at me.
"You want a lemur, Mana?" Mr. Walker asked.
"Yes! Please! I'll take really good care of her!" I pleaded.
"How much would it cost to take care of it?" Mrs. Walker asked.
"Well, they eat fruit, and not much because they're so small. Plus, this maki, lémurien was circus trained, so she shouldn't need anything special."
"What about health, and the veterinarians?"
"I'll turn 12 in a week, so I can babysit plus often. I can use that money to pay for the vet's bill," I said, really having no idea. I just agreed to...
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CHAPTER SEVEN:
I return to my apartment, and turn off the police radio, which is only reporting the incident I was involved with earlier that night. I suddenly feel tired once again, and this shocks me. As I lay back on the couch, I continue thinking of Pike, and my first night of being a vampire.
CRYSTAL FALLS: 1850
I hesitate, and then follow Perry outside. Only moments ago, I found myself full of anger, yet at the same time, worry, although not for my own sake, but for my father’s, who is still asleep in the other room. For some odd reason, I am in pain, not from my wound, which has disappeared...
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A shadowy figure silently brushed the silken curtains aside as she slipped through the open window and stepped into the dark chamber. Passing a small table, tableau and a bed, the renard quickly headed towards a cabinet that stood against the far wall.
Beaded necklaces hung above a oval mirror that was set in the center. Her eyes rested on a miniature strongbox half hidden behind the mirror.
Paying no heed to the deafening clatter coming from the oblivious guest downstairs, she skillfully picked the tiny lock and raised the lid. It was hard to tell what was what in the darkness, so she emptied it into...
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My name is Annabelle. I am sixteen and I am beaten.

I lived with my dad and mom in that trailor park on the edge of town between the bar and the strip of stores everyone avoids. We lived happily until my mom, Mary, died in that car crash five years ago. My dad became depressed, drinking alcohol and gambling. He was soon unemployed, so to keep the trailor I had to drop out of school. He is now a deep alcoholic and gambles with his buddies every other day.

Whenever we run out of spirits he hits me. He keeps hitting me until I go to the bar nearby and get more. This happens every two days par his...
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Hiya! First stab at adding something I wrote to the écriture spot. This is a cliche little story inspired par the Mayday Parade song "One Man Drinking Games." commentaires would mean the world. (:

And toi swore toi saw me laughing, and I swore I saw toi smile
And the time we've spent together was meant to last us quite a while
As I take this piece of toi with me I'll carry to my grave
Knowing that for someone you're an Angel sent to save


He touched the tip of his index finger to each of the freckles that dotted her arm. He drew patterns, connecting the delicate dots into hearts and papillons and lopsided...
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Scarlet's P.O.V

I woke up feeling the rough but smooth texture of my worn down bed. I looked around tiredly yawning getting up to change I got my things and headed out. The village was mostly quiet rarely its loud. Our village was very poor. I went in the woods we were banned from going in their. I went in anyways I went alone I had no buddies at all. I was in woods shooting some arrows It was like 98 degrees out I was sweating. Their was a ant on my arm I tapped and hit my hand and shacked it when water swooshed up. I curiously tried again I moved my arm up and the water rose up. I smiled in...
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Vampire Knight is one of Viz's top-selling series, and it's not hard to see why: While it's not for everyone, the l’amour triangle, Supernatural romance, and hint of forbidden l’amour are like catnip for some readers. The Art of Vampire Knight, released earlier this mois par Viz, is a beautifully produced art book that will be pure heaven to Vampire Knight junkies (but probably a bit boring for everyone else).
The book collects the full-color art that manga-ka Matsuri Hino created for the chapter openings in LaLa magazine and the tankoubon covers. Some have been published as part of the English-language...
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posted by AuthorForPooh
This is for all the kids who are bullied par words. My teachers always say be bleacher people. Lift others up. I hope this poem gives that message to others.




toi yell at me
mean words.
They
pierce my heart.
I say its ok.
I déplacer on.
But the words
still have power.
They still hurt
me.
My friends
tell me
its a big deal,
and that I
need to tell
a teacher.
But I say im fine.
Im really not.
I want to
believe
that im fine,
I want to
believe that
it was
nothing.
But it was
something.
Words always
have power.
Enough power to
strike me
down,
ou lift
me up.
Why must
toi hurt
me?