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posted by StarPotterRings
How's it going do toi think?
Milgas walked accueil deep in thought. How am I going to tell everyone?
He walked on the ground so he could think without falling out of a tree. He knew though exactly where he was. All the houses in the trees glowed with the faint light of candles. It’s getting late, Milgas thought. He could tell because one par one the houses extinguished into darkness.
Milgas finally came to his parent’s house in the branches of an old oak. The lights were still on. He climbed the low branches and finally reached the door. He could now see the features of the house. It was small with one floor, three rooms, and a cozy look to it.
He drew in a sharp breath and opened the door. His parents were sitting in chairs at the fireplace. Milgas had his father’s hair and his mother’s eyes. They both had smooth faces that had a concerned look.
His siblings were sitting at the feet of his parents’ chairs. His older sister, Neala was built like him with dark blonde hair, blue eyes, and a rigid face that showed no emotion. His younger brother and sister, Siam and Haras were stockier with green eyes. The only difference betweem them was their hair, Siam had Neala’s and Haras had Milgas’s.
Then there was Latane who was pacing. She had beautiful brown hair with hazel eyes. There was worry in her smooth face. When she saw him in the doorway she gave a relieved laugh, he loved her laugh.
“Milgas we were getting worried, why were toi out so late?” asked his father.
“We thought something had happened to you, don’t scare us like that.” a dit Latane, and she came over and hugged him.
“I’m sorry but I…. got caught up in something.” a dit Milgas.
“What was it?” asked Siam.
“Please sit down.” a dit Milgas. He beckoned them to the chairs. They sat down. “I’m going to….to journey out and….make peace with the other races.”
Everyone stared in shock. Finally his mother spoke up. “What, why?”
“Men have come back.” a dit Milgas.
“What, toi must be joking.” a dit Siam.
“No I’m not, and they brought terrible things with them. The council has donné me a chance to call for aid. I will leave in a week.”
The tension was so thick in the room toi could almost see it. Then his mother said. “No, you’re not going I won’t allow it.”
“It’s all set in stone already. I am going.” Milgas said.
“No your mothers right you’re not going.” a dit his father forcefully.
“I am going, I need to help this world.” a dit Milgas in as strong a voice as he could.
“No Milgas we have made our decision toi are not going.” a dit his father in an even stronger voice.
The little voice in the back of Milgas’ head came back again. toi must go, toi need to help! It said. Finally Milgas burst out as he had at the meeting in the field.
“No! I am going, even if toi don’t approve it! toi cannot control me, I will save this world! I will not be a coward and hide behind these trees anymore! Goodbye,” his voice became softer, “I hope I will see toi again.”
With that Milgas walked across the room and slammed the door at his back, leaving a few shocked faces.
*
The suivant few days were spent collecting supplies and making a plan. He got enough nourriture for two weeks and enough water for three weeks.
He had avoided his parents during this time. Although he often saw his siblings ou Latane walking through the trees ou on the ground.
On the final night before he would venture out he met with Rama in a small hidden house.
“Are toi sure toi want to go?” asked Rama
Milgas had been having seconde thoughts, he was scared of what would lie beyond. But he swallowed his fear and said. “Yes.”
“Okay then.” He looked outside a window and nodded.
“I will give toi time to say goodbye to your family in case…. Well, toi won’t see them for a while so, just say goodbye for now.” Rama said, than left through the door. Just then Milgas’ father came in carrying a long wooden box.
“I’m sorry, about the other night.” a dit Milgas.
“Don’t be, I should be the one sorry. I was just worried about you.” a dit his father. “Anyway, since you’re going on this quest I thought I’d give toi this.” He opened the box and pulled out a long curved bow.
This was not any ordinary bow though. It was his families bow, passed down from generations. His grandfather had always told him how the ancestor who created the bow had killed a bulkeido (a wildebeest two times in size with a horn sticking out of its head) from a mile away. Milgas never knew if this was just a legend ou if it was true. And he never found out.
“Thank you.” It was all Milgas could say. To own this bow was a huge honor in his family.
“I think it will serve toi plus than it ever did me.”
His father stuck out his hand, and Milgas shook it. He pulled his father into a hug.
“Be careful.”
“I will.” replied Milgas. With that his father left to be replaced par his mother.
“I’m s-”
“I know, dad already told me.” Milgas interrupted.
His mother drew him into a hug faster than lightening.
“Promise me you’ll be careful.” she a dit teary eyed.
“I will.” he said.
“Take this.” she a dit holding out a cloak. “It belonged to your grandmother. Use it wisely.”
Milgas didn’t understand what she meant when she a dit use it wisely but he a dit “Thank you.”
When she left his siblings came in one par one wishing him good luck and telling him to be careful. Eventually Latane came in
Faster than his mother, Latane pulled him into a hug.
“I’ll miss you.”
“Me too.”
She let go. “You’ll be careful?”
Milgas could never lie to her so he said. “I’ll try.”
She quickly kissed him and a dit “Goodbye.” before fast-walking to and out the door. Leaving Milgas alone in the room.
He looked out the window and saw the sun disappearing over the distant mountains. He covered his eyes and thought. What am I doing? I can’t help, I’m just an elf.
“Milgas, toi should get some rest before toi go.” a dit Rama bringing Milgas out of his thoughts.
“I can’t do it, what was I thinking?” a dit Milgas sadly.
“Milgas look at me.” Rama put his hands on Milgas’ shoulders. “You will do it! toi will succeed. toi have what others here do not, a willing heart.”
Milgas could feel his courage stirring inside him again. He looked into Rama’s face and nodded slightly
“Now go, get some rest. toi will leave early tomorrow.”
Milgas bowed and walked back to his house. He jumped up onto his small porch and opened the door into his cozy two room house.
I better get to sleep now. Milgas a dit to himself. He walked into his room, got softly into bed, and slept.
*
Hatred, fire, death, darkness, monstrosities. Milgas woke up gasping, he had been having a nightmare that he agreed to go on a quest to journey into all those things. Thank goodness it was just a dream, he thought relieved.
He started making eggs for himself when a knock came on the door. Milgas quickly opened it.
Rama was standing there. “Milgas you’re going to be late, get ready quickly!”
So it hadn’t been a dream. He got dressed. He felt inside him a mixture of fear, excitement, and sorrow.
He walked outside and jumped to the ground.
“Here is your supplies.” a dit Rama handing over a pack. “Are toi ready?”
Milgas went through his supplies mentally and remembered. “Wait I will be right back.” he said. He jumped and ran back inside. He grabbed his cloak, put it on and jumped out.
Rama looked confused for a moment then said. “Okay let’s go.”
They walked silently to the northern border of Ralgoth. The silence gave Milgas time to see the features for what might be the last time. He saw the fleurs on the edge of the hidden roads. The trees so thick they hid the houses from view.
Finally they got to the edge. The trees stopped suddenly, and there was mostly grassland beyond. In the distance Milgas could see the mountain range called Penkal.
“Ready?” asked Rama
“Yes.” replied Milgas with as much courage as he could muster.
“Then go now Milgas, and the best of luck to you.”
Milgas stepped outside the forest edge, and started to walk. He looked back one last time, but Rama was gone. He was now leaving his accueil behind. He turned back to the north and walked out into the world beyond.

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posted by mrgoyal
I always wanted toi to ask me plus about myself, just like I always asked about toi but toi never did that and I hated it

I always wanted toi to make up my mood whenever I get mad on toi but just one sorry that's what toi always a dit and toi just always left after that and I hated it ( Do toi remember how many times I asked sorry and how many times I tried hard to make up your mood even if you're a little upset, I wasn't even able to sleep properly at nights when toi were upset )

I always wanted toi to ask me about my family and my Friends just like I always asked about yours but toi never did...
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have toi ever felt like toi were trapped in the middle of something and toi felt like there was no way out? i have and to tell toi my story i have to start from the begining.

chapter one
first sight

i was 16 when i moved to america, it was different not like england it was warmer first and it felt weird i was use to covering up, but would that make me stand out? i looked around from where i was sitting, girls walking round in shorts and vest tops, guys the same yep i was deffenetly going to stand out if i wore my jumper skinnies and ugg boots. then a really depressing thought hit me.
tomorrow...
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posted by TeamRosalieHale
4: Cast It Out

IT was beyond satisfied with the amount of vampires IT had found and killed in such a short time. IT would never have guessed that so many lived down south. Yet already IT had made IT’s way through plus vampires than IT could count.
IT stopped and stood still-listening to the sounds around. IT could still sense the ones IT had left behind in Washington-the two female and the slightly larger group that was all male. IT took in a breath and considered for a minute.
IT decided to head back north-work IT’s way through Mexico, finishing off the ones IT had not been able to find,...
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The Hero's Journey Is Not A Formula - Christopher Vogler via FilmCourage.com.
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posted by missceleb86
Why do we complain about the unfairness of life?
We have been stroked par its handle, not felt its sharp knife.
Our hearts moan because we do not have the latest iPhone.
But have we stopped to see the cries of those without a home?
They come to our doors desperate for help.
But all we do is dismiss them with a rude yelp.
"Be not harsh to the orphan and the needy" says our Lord.
But some of us do not heed this and whip them with a steel rod.
Though the whole world we cannot feed.
We should not refrain from doing a good deed.
And prevent from drowning in a pool of greed
posted by I_love_Mikey
Are the nights getting too long?
Are the lights getting turned off?
Are the curtains being shut?
And are toi the one shit out of luck?

Is it toi being pushed around?
Is it toi begging to be found?
Is it his cologne that waters your eyes?
ou is it the fact that toi remember all of the lies?

Was it toi tied down onto his bed?
Was it toi screaming at the site of his head?
Was it toi who was crying all of those nights?
And the was it the fact that no one noticed, that helped toi remain alright?

Do toi regret ever meeting him,
ou was it a lesson well-learned?
Do toi regret ever helping him?
For your skin is now burned.
Do toi regret ever s’embrasser him?
'Cause it your body penetrated,
and used for abuse.
Yet you've pretended not to care;
toi just tie up a noose.
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posted by Cries_Bloodlova
Chapter 1
The Alien
Holding this girl in my arms never felt so…wrong. The things I had to do so I could go back home.
Home
The word never sounded any sweeter. I miss every it every day. It sucks to be stuck hear on this miserable plant in this miserable place. I no longer want to be here. But I must if I want to see the one I l’amour the most my precious darling Piea. He must be missing me ever so much. I miss him to. I let go of Eliza and look her in her bright blue eyes. I brush her bronze color hair. And Kiss her soft plush lips. She was everything I guy could want. Her hair, her lips, her eyes,...
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Source: fawad
posted by jannah_heaven
roses are red
violets are blue
when i flush the toilet
i remember you. . .


toi who speak of beautiful words
when at my back toi have this sharp swords
delighted par how toi praise me
set me on feu is what you'd like to see

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posted by Insight357
“Get out of my house!” my mother shrieked at me from the other side of the kitchen.
    I watched her with wide, blue eyes as she pointed at me with the tip of her butcher’s knife. My cheeks flamed red with embarrassment, shame, and a tinge of anger. “Mom, I-”
    “Mrs. Shortts, you’re overreacting about this. Landon has no control over who he is attracted to,” Bane, my best friend Skylar’s father, said.
    “Butt out,” I hissed glancing over at him.
    Bane gave me an icy glare, but a dit nothing....
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posted by xXxEmoRAwRxXx
My soul burned deep in agony, as the tears and blood dripped down hitting the floor, I grabbed the couteau one last time. I looked at Chris, begging for mercy, I lift up the couteau and stabbed him one last time. "What, have I done?" I asked to myself. "I'm a murderer, how am I going to explain this, to Jamie? Chris touched me in a inappropriate manner, so I gutted him to death?" I a dit to myself. There was a soft knock at the door. I had a mini cœur, coeur attack. "Just a moment," I responded to the knock. Struggling, I pulled Chris under my lit and got the swifter and mopped and washed my hands. There...
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posted by yamiXyugi
The sky was growing dark when it all happened. I was strolling through the park, the same as any day. I was alone, all alone. i looked up to find not one nuage in the sky.
'Night already?' I thought. I looked at my watch. 3:00 pm it read. "That's odd," I said. I decided to go accueil then.
As I made my way home, things got weirder. There were no cars on the rue and no lights on in any of the apartment buildings.
I turned down an allyway, my usual way home, when I felt an unatural tugging sensation in my gut. I didn't know why, but i was suddenly walking in the complete opposite direction of my house.
It felt like my body was under someone else's control. I started jogging, then running.
"Stop it!" I yelled. I tried to force my legs to stop moving, but as soon as I tried, I felt a searing pain go from my forehead to the base of my spine. I screamed and everything went black.
posted by RuBB3rDuckie
Dear The-One-I’m-Glad-I-Never-Kept

I smile now, not like before. It seems like after toi had hurt me, I got over toi pretty quick, I guess I never really loved toi and toi were a waste of my time, and when toi left I think part of me was relieved, I wasted my time crying, I guess I was blind.

That smile there, on my face, he put it there. Remember those three months toi had put me down, made me cry, and I was still stupid enough to stay? He re-wrote that in two, he replaced my permanent frown, with a smile.

Do toi remember that jour I was crying, and I had went to toi with support? Today I still...
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