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posted by TeamRosalieHale
15: You’re a God

While Dr. grue, crane changed the bandages on IT, IT was trying IT’s hardest not to rip off a body part with one of IT’s fingernails that seemed plus like talons. As he applied hydrogen peroxide to the wound IT let out a loud snarl to montrer IT’s displeasure.
“I know, but killing Dr. grue, crane will not help” IT heard master say. IT could not see master clearly though IT could make out master’s shadow. IT kept as quiet as IT could for whether IT wanted to admit it ou not, master was playing God with him-for it had the decision of when and how IT would leave this world.
While the carriage passed from British Columbia into Alberta, a storm of insecurities was starting between brother and sister. All five were seated within the front of the carriage, though silence encircled them. David broke it par asking “so, when’s the wedding?” Jack turned his face to Rosalie’s and shrugged. “It would be my honor to walk toi down the aisle, little sister” he said, grinning at her.
She gasped as she realized he was right-he was older than her, they both were. They were even older than Jack. She chuckled and a dit “that would be great.”
David a dit “so, Michael, still going to be able to fit into our tuxes?”
“I’m not going” he a dit coolly, his eyes meeting his sister’s before they dropped again.
“Oh?”
“Got a problem with that?” he hissed quietly, angrily. Tristan looked at him, though he sensed that if there was to be a blow up it would be resolved quickly.
“No, it’s just, we’re family and family…”
“What? Is supposed to be there for one another?” He shook his head. “No, I’m done playing seconde string in the life of Rosalie Lillian Hale. Done.”
Jack snarled at him and David sat up. “What are toi talking about?”
He laughed bitterly. “As if toi didn’t see it too-the way mom and dad fawned over our dear sister and we were practically left to raise ourselves. It was always Rosalie this, Rosalie that, their entire world revolved around her and we were the forgotten children, practically invisible.”
“Stop! Good grief!”
“Why? We all know it’s true. That’s why everything fell apart after she went missing.”
“All right, that’s enough” Tristan chimed in. “Why can’t toi let the past go?”
“How can I? It’s sitting right there-the cause of every tear I shed, not out of physical pain-but emotional pain that went so much deeper than skin deep.” He stopped then, his eyes seeing the back of her as she had turned so her face was in Jack’s chest.
“You were the bane of our parents’ existence and my worst nightmare. I hated toi plus than I ever hated anyone.”
That was the straw the broke the camel’s back for Jack colombe at him, tackled him so that they both fell at Tristan’s feet and then they were on the ground. The carriage stopped and the three instantly got up though par then Michael was gone and Jack was cursing under his breath as he got back in.
“I’m fine” she a dit before Jack could say anything. “I’m fine.” He nodded once, slightly puzzled. As the carriage started once again, she stood and wondered just when she had become that person that her brother spoke of.
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WARNING! This makes no sense at all!


One day, there was a weird person. His name was Sucky Sam. Sucky Sam was always flying around. He had super powers. P.S they were sucky. One jour he met these people named Bill & Ted. They started to sing Kiss songs, and made peace to the world par jouer la comédie like Gene Simons with their guitare that they borrowed from Wayne’s world. Death was dressing for summer. He wore a strange skeleton mask with some kind of hoodie but with out a jacket. He wore short green shorts, and was ours foot. The only problem was, it was snowing. Snowflakes were falling on the...
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"ALRIGHT! Class, take your seats. Science is about to begin." a dit Mrs.Labansky. She was THE strictest teacher in the district. "I hate...this, so much." I put my head on a textbook. "Cheer up, buddy." Ahh. Meghan, she was my best friend since kindergarten. After 10 secondes of science class started, I was dreaming my worst nightmare.
*** DREAM ***
"Help somebody!" I screamed. I was in space! I was so afraid of heights that I cried. Then all of a sudden, I heard a thud. *THUD* I woke up!
*** DREAM OVER ***
"Miss Quetzal! Tell me what the answer is to this problem!" she said. I thought about saying, "I don't know." But then it hit me! Literally! Something hit my head and I fell to the floor!
posted by bri-marie
So, I have this idea for a story. It's about a young girl named Marguerite. She doesn't fit in in school, is constantly bullied, and is socially awkward. Her father is emotionally abusive (when he's around) and her mother doesn't really care. Her brother committed suicide when she was twelve. To cope with all this, she's created this elaborate world in her head, filled with monsters and Heroes and true love. In this world, she's the beautiful, strong Soroya, who is surrounded par love; friends, neighbors, family, and her life-partner, the gorgeous Phan.

The part I'm posting is where I introduce...
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I was at my place; my special, secluded place in the woods where nobody would find me. I was sat on my bench, staring at the glistening snow lying on the ground all around me. The air was cold and crisp and it even hurt my nose a little to breathe in, but I was protected from it underneath my woollen hat, scarf and gloves. The trees around me with their spindly grey branches were protected too with their coats of bright white snow. Everything was white at my clearing in the woods, even the sky was almost white, light grey now that the evening was drawing closer. I liked to sit here because...
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posted by para-scence
I couldn't move. Was this a dream?

"Aren't toi glad to see me?" my visitor asked. Honestly, I wasn't sure. My cœur, coeur beat was ringing in my ears. This couldn't be happening. How was this possible?

"Asteria?" I whispered. This was making no sense at all to me, but there she was. Same pale blond hair that we no longer shared, same preppy clothes that I secretly loathed, and same eyes; the only thing about us that was similar.

"Aren't toi glad to see me?" she asked again. Her smiled had faded, and now she honestly worried that I wasn't. I managed to put on an excited smile, and hugged her.

"Oh my God,...
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posted by Insight357
Viewing toi from across the room
toi look at me
I look at you
Unable what to do
If I speak
If I keep silent
Speak in silence

Whoa
What went wrong?
We were happy
Now we just don’t know
Without toi
I just don’t know what to do
Please guide me
To that blurring light
Tonight

With a deep breath
And no death
Maybe I will come
Without feeling numb
toi can montrer me
And I can choose
To follow
ou continue blindly

Whoa
What went wrong?
We were happy
Now we just don’t know
Without toi
I just don’t know what to do
Please guide me
To that blurring light
Tonight

Now last time
Admit your crime
That is what toi did wrong
Yet I still miss you
And all the stupid things toi do
I will wait for you
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