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*Note; This is a variation of RachelGal97’s Endless Pain. Same names; just a different plot. Please commentaire and tell me if toi like and what’s your favori part*

Endless Pain: Chapter Two

Selena and her mother had sat on the lit while Selena told the whole story.

“And just last night I dreamed that he had… that he had…”

“He had been what?” her mom asked with utter most curiosity; for she knew her daughter, and anything could happen.

“He had been killed!” Selena shouted. “And it felt so real! As if I saw it with my own eyes!” The tears slowly came again, but they passed....
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posted by marissa
 "She wore very little make up and looked exhausted, as if she’d just woken up and remembered she had to go work."
"She wore very little make up and looked exhausted, as if she’d just woken up and remembered she had to go work."
Chapter Two:

Jean:

Jean got on the bus a few hours later, dressed in her brown Tim Hortons uniform, earphones in her ears as she fiddled with her iPod. Benny spotted her as soon as she got on. Without a seconde thought, he stood up and sat in the empty siège suivant to her.

Jean was young, sixteen, maybe seventeen, and tall. Her dark hair was pulled up neatly behind her head. She wore very little make up and looked exhausted, as if she’d just woken up and remembered she had to go work.

Jean looked over at Benny and gave him a half-hearted smile, before turning back to her music.

“Hello,” a dit Benny,...
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posted by Epismatic
The Man With No Eyes Collection (4): Lately



I thought I Lost toi before toi even left me.

That’s the message that your cloudy gaze sent me,

And now it’s become a glistening bubble of a memory.

Is it possible toi regret me?

Is it possible that I’m empty?

Why else would I awake to find no one here except me?

Won’t anyone accept me?

My true face, not the stunning mask of the beautiful, bereft me?

Haunted riches; is it worth being wealthy?

The creeping outside my doors; they’re gonna get me.

And once they finish chopping me up, they’re gonna set me,

Ablaze, and then they’ll just forget me.


A plus grim tone and disorganized format were intentional for this one. Funny enough, the titre was the hardest part here. Trying to sum up this poem in just a word was difficult, but I think I found a good fit.
posted by ejenk1025
Chapter 1

As I slowly walk toward the road I can't help but to think "What have I gotten myself into?" I know I shouldn't have done what I did. Is this where I was suppose to end up? Is this destiny. If it is... I don't believe. I just wish I could take it all back. I'm sorry. I'm sorry is all I could say. I shouldve never listened to her. My mother. Don't let this be the end. I won't give up. Please. Then I hear a soft scream but as I approach closer It grows louder. I start to shake inside but I manage to keep walking. I'm sorry. I shouldve let him go. It was stupid. I shouldve let that night...
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posted by Bluekait
All characters from the livres and films are copyrighted. They have been used for this fanfiction.

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Alice comes back accueil from her trading trip. She missed her family and wants to meet her Friends down in Underland. She recently heard that the Red Queen has passed away and Ilosovic Stayn has been released back into the Red Queen's castle. Looking through her bedroom window, Alice saw Nivens looking at her and pointing at his watch. She gets dressed and follows him into the rabbit hole. She remembers how to go through the tiny door and brought the upelkuchen. "Hello,...
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An loutre strode silently down the dim hall.
His pelt was black as night and his eyes were as blue as the sky on a cloudless day.
He wore a black tunic, which came down a little past his knees.
From the way he walked to the sly glint in his eyes, it was clear that he was crafty, daring and fierce.
He was young, yes, but he was the most advanced in his classes.
He had won duels with experienced warriors, beat the best archers and had even stolen nourriture from behind the cook’s back.
The Wave Warriors would be lucky to have him in their army, if he stood up to their expectations. 
Would he?
He would...
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posted by MCF2000
Even though I was only a little kid-6 to be exact-I remembered that jour well. Who wouldn't?! For a kid being seperated from your parents to go to kindergarten was torture but being kiddnaped! I cried myself to sleep every night! I better get a déplacer on and start from the beginning before I tell toi the ending already! My name is Ani Mayloan and this is my story.
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I was so happy as I ran accueil from the bus stop. For two reasons: 1 that jour was our last jour of school 2 it was the first jour the Wayhoo...
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posted by para-scence
Inspired par the song, "Room of Angels" par Akira Yamaoka on the Silent colline 4 soundtrack. ;)

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Worthless. Useless. Despicable. Wretched.

These are the words my mother used to describe me. Each word was like a dagger through me. But I was thankful. She might've come up with that soon enough.

"There's nothing like a mother's love," they say. I wouldn't know. If it included fear, pain, hate, and resentment, then yes. There's nothing like it. Not in the the entire world. But I think they meant it was wonderful. Not terrible.

But it was over now. She was gone forever.

I was allowed to her funeral,...
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posted by Takuya
I have always been amazed par animated films and comicbooks just because they both a great way to tell stories and the art usually looks amazing.

What i want to do is to create something that speaks to kids ou teens just like the Disney films and comicbooks did to me as a kid and thats why i´m trying to write a book and i´m going to try and get that published.

I really admire people who succed with écriture a book,drawing comics ou anything like that and i really hope that i can be one of them some day.
posted by sevendeadlysins
Normally, this style just isn't me, but I feel like I needed to release all of my wrath, turning it into sadness, eventually.

So, I'm not an emo poem writer, but I just wanted to publier this piece I literally just wrote.

I am broken
There's no one left to fix me.
All hope is lost
There's so much I will never be.

I am broken
My world has been shattered.
All hope is lost
I am nothing, destroyed and battered.

I am broken
The world around me falls apart.
All hope is lost
There is no chance for a new start.

I am broken
I have been left here on my own.
All hope is lost
There's no one else; I am here alone.

I am broken
The pain is too much for me to bare.
All hope is lost
In the end, the others just don't care.

I was broken
No tears remain in my fearful eyes.
All hope is gone
My world ended with nothing but lies.
posted by 1-2vampire
basically, its what I used to be.

A sad and lonley sight
Sat at home, her chest feels tight
Her sadness wraps her in a ball
No friends, no confort, none at all
She's different but there's no help for that
They call her names that bring tears to her eyes
A freak, a loner, and now she cries
She wants to end it
All the pain
Just a friend, thats all she would wish to gain
Now the rain falls on her window pane
She stares outside, to keep her sane
Her feeling drive her mad sometimes
She thinks of this and now she sighs
No hope, no love, what shall she do?
She feels so lonely, but what about you?



My advice, is to...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Shaun

I watched two little girls playing, watching one in particular. She reminded me painfully of Serena. The little girl pulled her friend to her feet and ran towards a woman that I recognized.

It was her. At first I was sure I was halluncinating.

Her dark hair was a little longer than I had seen it last. She was wearing a black pencil jupe and a deep blue blouse. She looked happy as the girl ran up to her.

She hugged the little girl. Their hair was the same colour.

I watched numbly as Serena looked at the child with unfathomable l’amour as she told her something.

Serena looked up at me, pain and shock evident on her face.
posted by Cutebutcrazy--
toi couldn't and wouldn't,
ask for anything more.
Now all toi want,
is to be able to rest.
For your famliy to be happy.
toi wish toi could help them,
through the pain,
but toi can't,
toi can only watch,
from the sky.
toi can only watch them cry.
Hearts are now broken.
But your love,
is forever out spoken.
For twith out you,
there'd be no hope,
for those to come.
toi put the doctors one step closer,
to finding the cure.
toi may be just another person to them,
but to me your so much more.
Your one in a million,
your unequie.
I have just one plus thing to say.
Plaese rest now.
Rest now and sleep.
May heven bring toi happiness and peace.
posted by RobPattzLover7
It was Monday 7th April and Justin had to catch
the plane. He rang James immediately, so they
could head to the airport. Justin packed a variety
of clothing to wear on the journey. James arrived
and loaded his lugguage in the boot. "Thank toi for
coming with me James, it means a lot to me" Justin said
with faith from his heart. "Your welcome, i know how much
it means to toi buddy, and anyway toi know how much i
love adventures!"James replied trying to humour Justin.

They reached the airport. Suddenly, in a faded flash the
man in the black suit appeared. "Hello boys, its 12:30 so
you have 30 mins untill...
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posted by Emoshinell
To me, Will is plus than a name. This is what it means to me:

W is for the softest whisper in the sweetest breeze of spring.

I is for the icy chill that goes down my spine when toi spare me a small glance my way.

L is for the look my penetrating eyes give toi when toi turn away from me; when I want most for toi to stay close to me.

And L is for the unconditional and irrevocable and irrational l’amour I feel for your soul.

Without you, my cœur, coeur is silent. toi arethe only one who has touched my cœur, coeur and it will always be yours. toi are my only love. I've left my cœur, coeur with you; look over it closely....
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posted by ZekiYuro
Daniela Nardini,actor,star of the BBC series This Life.Interview par Leila Farrah.

1.Where did toi go to school?
St Mary's Primary School in Largs,a small Scottish town.Then Largs Academy,the local secondary school.

2.Did toi ever get into trouble?
No,my school reports usually used to say 'friendly and well-behaved'.I don't think I was rebellious,in fact I used to be quite shy.I became plus of a rebel in secondary school.I stayed until I was eighteen,but I was quite lazy and uninterested and I didn't use to do very much work.

3.What subjects were toi good at?
I used to l’amour English and art,but I wasn't...
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July 6th, 2012, Yankee Stadium, a ball was pitched and struck, sent 102 miles per heure out of field and into the stands. With a speed like that, a typical baseball fan would’ve believed that haut, retour au début pro-catchers like Ivan Rodriguez would’ve caught that ball too easily. But no, it wasn’t Rodriguez ou any professional catcher at all. It was a little girl.
8-year-old Momolola Hortwumu of Albany, New York, was cheering on the Yankees in the crowds with her father, Timothy, and older brother, Connilki, enjoying the game and rose cotton Candy when-unexpectedly- a fast ball was coming her way. Instinctively,...
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