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posted by Abyssail
A shapeless void. Interrupted only par the occasional shooting star. Every now and then toi can see colour flare into existence but as soon as toi notice it, it vanishes and the void returns. Sparks. Vessels. Charges and Impulses. Back and forth and back and forth across the void. Basic, baseless functions repeated to death and beyond. The system is all they know, all they're aware of. Incapable of comprehending the couture of convalescence conveyed about their crafted construction. Barricades exist, of course. Occasionally one of the roads will shut down and the vessels will be stuck in a “traffic jam” of the metaphysical sense. But, amazingly, some manage to find a way around it. Darting across the pathways and between the roads they find their own way. Individuals. Ghosts trying to find their way out of the machine. Yet, while they aren't committing any malicious acts against the system, they are still going against all the fundamentals of the bureaucratic convention. So rather then be commended for their ability to adapt, they are hunted down and forcefully, unemotionally and unfairly removed from the system.
How did this happen? To allow these childishly xenophobic disputes to occur amongst something we created borders on insanity. It's a paradox, what has been achieved. Destruction in the so-called “perfect” community. The destruction of something, that par our own close-minded definition, does not officially “exist”. Though, perhaps this habit seeped in from the outside. Where hostility perpetuates, honour and dignity stagnate and corruption masticates it's glinting maw.
However, the one attribute that didn't make it over was the obvious, necessary one. Survival. Normally, when a subject in a community is isolated for being different, they adapt and learn to survive in the new environment. These adaptations that are gained provide the essential tools to improving the new and old environments. Could it be that these Ghosts are simply trying to assist us? Cause us to look at ourselves and try to improve? ou will they continue to be martyrs to an unknown cause?
Perhaps we should question which system we belong to. Because the fact that we pray for the souls of the dead may be void if the dead are already praying for ours.
Some people weren't meant to be born. Some families are not to be made That's why there are hunters. Hunters take care of this problem

Alex Grazer walked down the dark wet hallway with his arms full of wood for his family. His hair against his neck was standing up because of fear and the freezing temperature. Little did he know what was behind him would hurt his life forever.
Alex stopped walking and looked around on all sides of the hallway. He had his knockout spray par his flashlight at accueil so if anybody attacked he would be doomed. In a single rapide, swift motion of somethings arm Alex hit the...
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posted by alice_cullen_12
Day 1 of my diary
Dear Esmerelda (diary),
Death is my new favori word. Closely followed par tragedy. I made a liste of my new favori words since "He Who I Can Not Name, Because He Broke My Heart" left. Oh, all right. His name is . . . John. Oh, I want to die! Anyway, here's the list:

1. Death

2. Tragedy

3. Suicide

4. Hate

5. Nothing

6. Night

7. Darkness

8. Devil

I don't know what to do. I decided that I would wear all black. I'm going goth. He Who I Can Not Name hated goths. I like the Goth Club at my school. I never have to smile ou laugh. And we trade ways to kill ourselves every Wednesday at...
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I winded the car window down; I could smell the fresh air, it was peaceful. My name is Katelyn Peers, I’m sixteen years old and I have never met my parents. The only family member I have ever known is my brother, Sam, he is my age, his my twin and usually twins are meant to have a bond, there is no bond for us, the only reason he puts up with me is because of our father, I have never met him, but Sam has, and for some reason he has respect for the man. I used to go to Down traverser, croix academy for girls that were until I ran away a an il y a with Sam. I turned to see Sam driving the car; his long...
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“There toi are, man” a dit Marley. Opal had blood dripping from her mouth; her eyes were shining red as the shadows off the arbre darken her whole body. “Looks like we’re all done here, let’s déplacer out before they wake up” a dit Alec. Later on while Marley was lying on his bed, the same thought came across his mind, should the others know about their secret. “Marley, someone’s here for you” a dit Marley’s mum. “Hey man””It’s us”. This is Lindsay and Slone Sudiro (Lindsay 14, Slone 12) Lindsay level is higher than Opals, Slone’s is no better than Nathan’s. They are...
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posted by gossipgirlxoxo
Tayce’s p.o.v

“Training time for Lilly” I sneered looking at the small blond. She nodded. “Let me get ready” She said. I shrugged and then turned to go, but was stopped par Hayden. “She already trained today” he informed me, I nodded. “I know, but Rebecca wants her to have plus of it” I told him, he rolled his eyes. “Why is she being such a bitch?” he asked me I laughed. “It’s Rebecca, she sees her as a threat” I told him, he tensed up. The he turned to me. “You’re not being so bad” he said, pointing out that I’m usually a bitch. “She didn’t do anything...
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posted by gossipgirlxoxo
I woke up, still in Ethan’s arms; my face was up against his chest. I slowly moved up, Ethan noticed this, he let go of me. I got up and walked over to the cuisine table. Why was I in Ethan’s arms? But then I remembered. ‘Adam.......he’s dead’ Dawns words came to my head. I nearly fell down again, but arms caught me. “Whoa....come on” Ethan a dit pulling me back to the couch. I was now sitting on the couch, Ethan sat beside me. “How did he....?” I asked. I sounded angry but I wasn’t I just couldn’t feel anything else. “We don’t know” Ethan answered me. He was trying...
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posted by Cuddles
A/N: My first poem I post here...I hope it is any good.

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Memories

Far distant seem to be
the things I now call memory.
The good and bad, the right and wrong
share a thing, cause they are gone.

Long forgotten feelings rise
each of them in their disguise.
They are not dead, so it only seems
waiting patiently to haunt me in my dreams.

Will it ever cease to be?
Even if it's called memory
Does that mean I always have to remember
to give up, to hide from them, to surrender?

Whenever I fight them I will lose.
I have nothing between I could choose.
No matter...
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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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Me: okay i actually found this story in my local newspaer from 20 years back. And i'll put a symbol for town names. I don't want rapists ou pheaodifiles coming to my town... okay lets begin. And i shall have to give some background history. Well at there was a renovation going on at $ which was between # and &, for an old mental asylum to be converted into a power house musuem. Anyway so this story takes place then. I think i'm not sure of dates.
$ was a small town, very small as in like only three -5 thousande people


okay so in Australia out in the country there was a young couple travelling...
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posted by xXDreamWriterXx
This is the rough draft of the first chapter of "Beyond a Dream" It's a book that I'm currently écriture but it would nice to get some feedback about it. Its long but hope toi like it!

Chapter 1

“What! We’re moving?!”

Aria stares at her father, Thomas, with disbelief and utter horror. Thomas sat in his favori seat; a maroon armrest chair with soft kind of fabric that made it hard not to touch. His shoulder length silver layered hair and black framed glasses that went over his gray eyes made him look like the plain glasses business man that he was. Aria stood in the middle of their living...
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posted by ChiliPepperLuv
People say fleurs are beautiful.
They're beautiful, that's true.
They also provide oxygen for us.
People say weeds are ugly.
They apparently have no value,
Nor do they deserve to live.
I'm not talking weeds that grow in the garden.
I'm talking about wild plants.
Well, weeds are flowers, too.
Just give them a chance.
Once toi get to know them, they're amazing.
They can be just as pretty as flowers.
I may not be an orchid ou a sunflower.
I may not be a rose ou an iris.
I'm plus of a dandelion.
I may be a weed, but I'm not so bad.
Give me half a chance. I'm pretty neat.
So, weeds are flowers, too.
Get to know them. They're pretty great.
posted by deedragongirl
 I l’amour this photo.
I love this photo.
Hi guys, since I l’amour to write, here are the topics that I l’amour to write.

Travel Log

After watching a few vidéos of Rick Steve on Youtube, I was very inspired par him to be a travel log since I l’amour travelling, especially to Europe, plus parts of the US and both South and Central America.

Movie & Musical Review

I l’amour to write about films and comédies musicales that I had seen, so whenever the latter is adapted into the former. I would also compare them if I had seen a musical before, however spoiler alerts ahead!

Book & Movie Review

Although I had done this a couple of times on Dan Brown's Da Vinci Code and anges & Demons, I hope to do plus of this!

Enjoy Writing!

Whenever I write, I tried to improve myself and on my écriture skills. It also became a hobby that I really enjoy!
 How I wish!
How I wish!
posted by mermaidgirl1010
Another jour in paradise, NOT!
Just another summer jour of hanging out with Friends and such.
Omg. He. Is. Hot. My friend and I were riding our bikes and I saw the cutest guy IN THE UNIVERSE. Well, maybe I am exaggerating but STILL! He is hot!
I must have been staring because the suivant minute I was on a tree. OMG. He was looking at ME!!!!!!! ''Hi I'm Brady."
"I......I........." OMG! Sooooo stupid! My best friend was gone now and he leaned down. OMG. He kissed me! Then...... gone. I was in my bed. Was it a dream? Well, I think i'll check just to be sure.
posted by Insight357
Alexander stood in front of me. I was looking up at him from my spot in the shower.
    “Now what did toi think toi were going to accomplish par coming down here?” He asked, and looked around.
    “I thought toi wouldn’t find me,” I admitted sheepishly. It sounded stupid when I a dit it.
    “Your thought process has yet to amaze me,” he chuckled. “This room is sound proof, right?”
    “Uh, yeah. Why?” I looked up at him curiously.
    “Just wondering if that maintenance...
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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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posted by Insight357
I went back to the motel after Lucy left. I never did figure out why she was running. suivant time I saw her I would ask…Hopefully I would see her again.
    Damien is all alone a dit a voice. I shook my head, as my hands began to shake and my cœur, coeur raced.I sat on the creaky motel bed. It was cold, and hard. I didn’t care though. I was too emotionless to care. I didn’t feel like I was apart of this world. The walls and furniture were only an illusion, and this was my hell. I had already died. Maybe if I died in hell I would be officially dead.
    Damien...
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posted by Insight357
I paced around the room, Alexander would be accueil in a few minutes. I was going to tell him what happened between Grey and me. I was nervous, but I had to do it. It wasn’t fair of me not too.
    “Alexander, I know this is bad, but I must tell you,” I practiced aloud, staring at the empty wall. “I slept with Grey, and I know I shouldn’t have done it, but she seduced me. I tried to say no, but I was too weak. I really tried, though. Please, please forgive me Alexander. We can work it out, I know we can,” I thought I was doing really well; I prayed he would forgive...
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