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Masquerade

Brightly colored masks
Lined up on the wall.
Waiting to take part
In the mascarade ball.
Smoothly shaped plastic
Fitted to flesh,
Each of their disguises
Much like the rest.
Hiding the scars,
Unsightly disfigurements,
Ways they are marred,
Ways they are different.
Each of them has one,
Hiding the truth,
Things that are ugly,
Battles of youth.
Smothering plastic
Hinders my breath,
Tightly laced ribbon
Cuts into my head.
"Just take it off"
The insistent voice says.
"Then toi could breath.
You'd be free again.
Remember the days
When life was so simple.
The whole world was good,
And yours soft and simple.
Those days are gone.
toi can't get them back.
This new world's not easy.
Things aren't white and black.
Maybe you'll fail,
Just curl up and die.
Maybe you'll fall,
Perhaps toi won't try.
ou maybe you'll do well,
find success in your task.
I know one way to start.
Take off your mask."
"I would take it off,"
I insist to the voice
"If it were up to me,
but this isn't my choice!
I long for the courage
To step out of line.
But the crowd presses in.
I'm restrained on all sides."
Birghtly colored masks.
A game of charades.
Hiding the scars of the twisted parade.
posted by dragonrider
"Uh Starr aren't toi going to take me back to my own time?" Elliot asks
I glance at him "No the time travel part broke when I turned it off besides didn't toi want to stay here?" I ask
Elliot looks down "Not really but isn't there other time machines?"
"Yeah but they can't get ahold of them so they are going after me. It's good and bad. It's bad because now I can't get toi back to your own time. It's good because now they can't do those sick experiments So yeah toi and I my friend are trapped in my own time," I say
"Hey do toi think that if anybody is lire this they would laugh because...
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posted by TDIlover226
Part 3
Eddie woke up on a sky scraper roof top. It was raining and he couldn't remember how he had gotten there. He was still tired, and dripping wet, but he didn't care, he curled up and went to sleep again.

"Good morning sleepy head!" Eddie woke up to see a mutant, that looked like an angel, standing over him. "Where am I?" he said. "On the haut, retour au début of a building, can't ya tell!" another voice a dit from behind him. He looked behind him to see the mutant that was dressed like a devil. "Annie, don't be mean to him, he probably doesn't have any ideal of whats going on!" a dit the angel. "So I guess...
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There’s nothing better than a nice relaxing holiday; in the beach, city ou country to meet your tastes. I had only been in the famous Palm spring for two days. And to be honest I wanted to go home, Ethan wasn’t speaking to me. Thor and Liz were all over each other. Remember that guy I ran into in the cemetery, well he’s here and talking to me, against Ethan’s wishes of course. I sat there on the fresh green grass, no not playing golf but lire ‘All the pretty girls’ a book that I needed, a bloody disgusting book with no l’amour what so ever. I closed the book and put my face in my...
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posted by GWENxTRENT
"Gwen,Gwen,Gwen!" Ms.Barton a dit as I was asleep in history class."What?" I a dit when I woke up."had a nice dream?" "S-sorry Ms.Barton,it won't happen again"."let's hope not." She said. When the cloche, bell rang to go to lunch,my best friend,Marlon came up to me."What happend back there?" Marlon asked.To tell toi the truth,I've always had a crush on him.I always had a feeling he liked me back."Nothing,nothing at all,i was just dreamin." "What about?"he asked with a smile."I'm not telling you!" I a dit with a smile.When we went back to class,Ms.barton wanted to talk to me."Gwen,you have been sleeping in my class far to long". "sorry Ms.B,I havent been myslef lately." I a dit with a frown."OK,first of all,dont call me "Ms.B",and toi must go to sleep on time." She a dit with a light smile."sorry,it hared to fall a sleep in my house." well then...ther is only one thing to do...you need to,wake up..."
posted by Cuddles
These are for my dad who died almost exactly 12 years ago.
I don't know if it's any good.


Untitled

I’ve been at this point many times before.
One should think it might get better.
But now, as it’s almost exactly 12 years since
That special jour
I remember
Everything
As it would have been yesterday.
That I didn’t understand
That I didn’t want to understand.
That something faded away this day…
that it did not return
until now.
But it was not my hope
It’s still there, hidden in a small corner of my cœur, coeur
Sometimes piping up
Just to abandon me again
But it didn’t leave me.
Yes…I still...
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posted by gossipgirlxoxo
I walked over there my very first thoughts were Thor. But it wasn’t. I walked over there and saw Ethan I opened the window. He pushed his way passed me without saying a word; he lay on my lit and started to breathe slowly. “What the...” I a dit looking at him but he didn’t even look back at me he just stayed there. I walked over and sat on the bed. “Well” I said. “Shh, I have a major headache” he a dit rubbing his temples. I smacked him on his chest and for a seconde I let it lie there and then he looked at me. “So what happened?” he a dit smiling a smug smile. “What do you...
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posted by Dearheart
Josie ran.

“Maybe I made a mistake thinking you’d understand!”

“Well maybe I made a mistake
marrying you!”

She ran, not heeding the tempest that tore at her clothes nor caring where she fled to as long as it was someplace far from home. Away from the chaos of her fighting parents and the hopelessness of the choice she was faced with.

“A tumor?”

“...it’s pressing on your brain stem and growing very rapidly. If it isn’t taken care of soon, it will be life-threatening...the surgery, however, would cost toi your hearing... Permanently...”


Her cœur, coeur pounded in time with her feet;...
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CHAPTER TEN:
Two hours pass, and during those hours, I ponder what to do next. Danny lays unconscious, his wounds have healed, but I can sense he still is in pain. On impulse, I have injected him with my blood. I enough to turn him into a vampire. I know he will not be as powerful as I was when I was turned, as I have not donné him enough to accomplish this feat. I lay back in a chair, continuing to ponder my suivant move. I am startled when the phone rings. When I look at the clock, it is eleven thirty. I answer, not knowing what to expect. “Hello?” I answer. “Hey Ashley.” I hear from...
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posted by blossomyumyum
You’re keeping me up at night as jour breaks
It’s all for you
Yeah that’s what toi do, got me feeling so blue
When will toi see
toi have to let it be
When will toi see just how much toi really mean to me

Why is it just so hard to send that card
When do toi think you’ll be able to understand
My l’amour might be killing me

I hope toi realize I’m just a fool
Damn! You’re so cool

When do toi think you’ll understand
toi drove me to a far off land
When will toi see
I can’t just let it be
Come on try to set me free
When will toi finally understand
I care about you
I’ll tell toi that firsthand
toi have my cœur, coeur and my life
I hope soon I’ll get a chance to be your wife
I hope soon you’ll see, toi mean the universe and the galaxy to me
posted by -Universe_COLA-
 Daniel
Daniel
~"Rays of hopeless light beamed dim and pale through the dull orange, yellow, and auburn leaves of the fall's trees. But even where there is calmness in neutrality, there is always a prey, and always a predator. Humanity is no different."~

Daniel tore through woods at full speed, clothes torn, his small orange backpack dangling across his back, his left arm carved with shredded flesh in the form of animalistic claw markings and lines of smeared crimson leaked slowly from the wound above his eye. The leg to his jeans on the left side, only hanging on par a thread ripped itself away just above...
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posted by stephany1617
Race:half Italian Human,Otaku,Reader Fanfiction,I l’amour my Friends and Respect them i Speak American English Fluent and i like the sound of the ocean and plage favori animals:Dogs,Wolf,Dolphins,Horses,Panda,Tiger,Orca
Beluga Whales
animé i love:Naruto Shippuden,Swords Art Online,Inuyasha,Vampire Knight,Rosario+Vampire
my favori sports are:Basketball,Tennis,Swimming
I'm the youngest child my mother have I have a biological brother and mom also my brother is a electronic Engineering
I have one small cute Malchi dog
posted by MovieReveiw
This is an opinion so if toi don't like these logoff...now.
In my opinion the new Suicide Squad sucks. Harley Quinn is not even Harley Quinn any more, Deadshot has stupid movie lines, and no King Shark. WTF. I will explain this all for people who are not familier with The Suicide Squad.
Since the beginning of time Harley Quinn has had an accent and, guess what, no accent in the new Suicide Squad. And since when does Harley Quinn dress like a fucking slut.
Deadshot is normaly the main charecter in The Suicide Squad but now he has two stupid cul, ass lines, "So we are some kind of Suicide Squad?" Yes toi are stupid it is the titre of your movie. "Let's go save the world." Fuck it I am done with Deadshot fully.
King requin is, well, a giant requin but now they have replaced him with a less cool Killer Crok.
 Sucky one
Sucky one
posted by Brittany6655
I really l’amour to write.I've done it ever since I was only 4.
My mother used to write things like stories ou poems and letters.My mom inspired me to write things now.
écriture is really fun to do and I l’amour it alot!Sometimes I write things like my mom did.

Whenever I feel mad I usually write things in the Write email on the computer and write things that have been on my mind for a couple of days,then I erase them because I always feel better after I do that and I usually feel much calmer and I get it out of my system.

Since I really l’amour écriture so much I was thinking that maybe I could become an auteur when I grow up. :)
I wouldn't just write poésie ou stories,I would also like to write articles for other people to read (just like I'm écriture one right now).But of course I would write it on a piece of paper.I would also like to write new livres for kids.

Again I really l’amour to write and it's sort of special to me in my life.
posted by erissajade05
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posted by Weasel1999
I. The Nursery

Ember lived in her nursery for the suivant few months, only being let out occasionally to go to the toilet. All she saw were the four walls around her but it wasn’t all bad.
The room was painted a pretty sky-blue and the carpet was thick, fluffy and a deep midnight blue. There was a lit and a huge white wardrobe with the most beautiful, démodé, old-fashioned clothes inside.
Rich velvets cloaks, soft fourrure stoles, bright silk dresses, every item of clothing needed to make a young lady of society look beautiful.
But Ember was not a young lady of society living in Victorian times. She was a...
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posted by Insight357
    “Damien, I’m sorry,” his smooth voice a dit in my ear. I couldn’t face him. He had kicked me out, why would he be here? To apologize? It was a nice gesture, but it crippled me just to see him.
    “I don’t believe you,” my voice was shaking. Tears kept streaming down my face.
    “Listen,” he crept down the side of my face.
    “No, toi listen to me,” I a dit turning over to face him. Our faces were all of three inches apart. “You killed me! Now toi expect to come in here, apologize, and I’ll...
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posted by Insight357
I was outside. It was hot and sunny. About summer time, I was guessing. Beside of me set an old room. It was in ruins. I studied it for a moment, and then it hit me.
    The room was the one I had been in when I put the couteau through my heart. I walked over to it, and ran my hand over the charred remains.
    It started to rain, sprinkling at first, and then it became harder. I took shelter in the room, half of the roof still stood.
    The sun was in the eastern part of the sky, and it was raining in the west. I saw a arc en ciel emerging...
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