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posted by alicia386
Chapter Six

      It was exactly what Dakota feared. The figure now huddled in a conner weeping it's eyes out. It was Reese but this side of Reese was something Dakota had never seen before. It was bizarre and horrifying. Reese didn't even notice Dakota staring at her through the tiny window on the door. Reese was probably so insane that she probably did kill Abby whether she knew it o not. Dakota couldn't process her friend o what she thought was her friend. The girl inside of that room was a monster, a trembling, distraught, monster.
      "You are not suppose to be back here miss,"...
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posted by rory2011
día por día ,the blood covering the streets más ,I don't know how I got here ,in this calle ,all I remember that I wanted to check out my sister if she's in the house o not ,well ,looks like my feet lead me here again

the sun was covered por the raining clouds ,the dead bodies were everywhere ,people who survived were screaming to take the bodies away before the rain fall down ,I wanted to help them ,so I helped a woman to take her daughter's dead body away
when we entered to a place looked like a small hospital ,the woman hold her daughter ,I was standing siguiente to her watching her crying on...
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Well, this is a song I wrote.

I've heard it wrong
There's been a mistake
There was a time when I won and I knew it

We will go on and on and on and on
There will be no más mistakes
For the future
We will fight through it all without complaint

We are the winners, my friend
And we'll fight through it all in the end
There's no time to lose it
Cuz we are the winners

Well, I know that it's been a great day
We've done it all
We've been the best we can be and tu know it
We are the winners, my friend.
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posted by alicia386
Chapter Eight: Hello, Stranger Please Don't Betray Me

      The guy stood in front of us. We needed to give him answer and fast. He was a spy and he probably knew más then he was letting on. This make sit hard to trust him. Courtney immediately dicho yes. I gave her a glare and shrugged. Raven was nodding her head as while. It made me think. Were they up to something? Did they know the guy? They could have known him because he goes here for school. Actually, he seemed much older then the rest of us. He had boyish features but he certainly was someone who looks much older then 18.
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posted by BlondLionEzel
Chapter 2

Everyday, Prince arrendajo, jay would go to the Kitsune's cage and gave her comida and Comfort for when she was sad. After a few days, Jays brother, Cole, Started to worry and went to their father, King George.

"I am worried about Jay" Cole told their Father, "He is always giving comida to that filthy Kitsune!"

"Let him do what he wants" King George told Cole, "He probably doesn't have real feelings for her, i think". Then he thought of an idea and told him his evil plan.

The siguiente day, arrendajo, jay heard crying. He ran down the stairs and saw Cole whipping the Kitsune while the Guards were laughing at her pain....
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posted by cuteypuffgirl
This a short poem I came up with. I'm not a descriptive person. I prefer just simple words in poems. This deals with the term, "Looking behind the smile." This is inspired por a friend and mine's life experiences. Enjoy :)

Gone: a poem

She sat alone
in the corner of the room.
She didn't speak
she would merely loom.
Like she was a shadow
an invisible ghost.
No one gave
a damn at the most.

She would sit there
and simply stare
looking at those
who ignored her.
No one looked
at her twice
no one bothered
when she was nice.

She was a nobody,
forgotten por all.
Her ever-blank stares
directed at the bare, empty wall....
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