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In today's society and in many countries racism is socially unacceptable. But is this really true?

When people think of racism the image that comes to mind is that of Adolf Hitler and the Nazis, o the slavery of black people in America.
But what people don't seem to realize is that there are other forms of racism which most people don't notice, o even question.

These are made potent on the internet. Society says that it okay to believe in whatever tu believe in and that everyone of different beliefs should be respected. However, this is not true in reality.
How many times have tu seen a meme on facebook Where is your God now? o something like that? Those things may seem like a joke to some people but it rises with conflict mainly from the Christian community.

Atheists have the right to not believe in something just as religious people have the right to religion. So why do they need to post these things if they see that it is upsetting people? People would get into less arguments if they didn't post these things and we can all be happy just liking what we like with no hassle.

Also people often have stereotypes for different people belonging to different raises, For example many people have the stereotype that Asian people have to be incredibly intelligent this is not true for all Asians they are just normal people just like everyone else.

Have tu herd that stereotypical joke about Jewish people and one pence coins. That is considered to be extremely offensive and people laugh at it. Think about the joke implies that all Jewish people are cheep. That's terrible how would tu like it if people dicho all people with brown eyes are cheep?

Stupid isn't it really yet people do it anyway. It even happens when it happens to Homosexuals they don't deserve abuse from people. They are hated por people for something that is a part of them when really they could be really nice people. People on the internet and in groups use the word Gay as an insult when it shouldn't be at all.

The whole point is that racism still exists even in ways which are socially acceptable, people have to be más aware of these things as bullying could increase dew to it and hate crimes being committed.
Zoeiz took a subtle relaxed deep breathe. And held it just for a moment.

Christ, por highest heaven adored…

The cold blistering air nipped at her exposed cheeks and the tip of her petite nose. A perfect atmosphere for the winters most important day, Christmas.

It was only 7:55 in the morning. Children throughout the modest town would be up por now, pouncing on their drowsy parents, eagerly anticipating on opening the wrapped gifts and stuffed bags.

She breathed out, the vaporous air revealing her breath.

Christ, the everlasting Lord…

Naturally, fresh flakes of snow began to fall from the...
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posted by coriann
The house lights were on bright. It was a lonely brick house, brownish cream and had a red galvenise roof. there was a square arch around the front door. It was big and had a light and a bench on the side. I walked up the one step to the open door. The boy had already run inside. Contrary to the arch, the inside of the house was black and dim and full of decor and dim lights. I should have noticed from looking at the glass louvers.
I saw a Muslim lady in naranja on the phone. She was fair (light brown) and thick. The naranja sari was high up over her knees. "Mam, Mam"
She was laughing, but she...
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posted by GummyBears_11
As screwed up as my life was, I always found joy in singing. I sang everyday, no matter what happened. canto helped me remember a better time. A time when 'he' wasn't around. A time when my mother WAS around. A time when I wasn't alone.

Chapter 1- Ring Around The Rosies

I jerked awake. I was covered in cold sweat, and I still had flashbacks of the nightmare stuck in my head.

"No! Mother, please, don't go!"

There was no use in falling asleep again. It was already 6:40, and soon enough, my stepfather would barge in my room, yelling at me to get up, calling me names, threatening to beat me....
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posted by noahnstar1616
-The siguiente Day-
I woke up. The sun was shining in my eyes. I called my nurse and asked if she could close the blinds. She did. I grabbed my cama remote and pressed the button that allows new to sit up. Once that is done, I notice a mesa, tabla with a tray of eggs, baco, and naranja jugo, jugo de on it. I reach for the tray and put it on my lap. I begin to eat. Not bad, but not good either. I grab the televisión remote and turn on the television. I decide to watch Looney Tunes. Then my Grandma walked in.

"Good morning, sweetie." She was carrying a ziploc bag with a bagel inside. "Don't eat that stuff." Shm grabbed...
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posted by POPclogger216
I had originally planned doing this for A Choice, with the song sort of depicting what happened, but I decided not to. So, picture this as any couple/ people tu want, whether they’re form the story, your own, o whoever. Merry Christmas!

I do not own the song, nor (most likely) the plot.

~*~

Two friends; nothing more, nothing less. One, who had never had snow in her navidad memories before, and the other, who had lived with white Christmases most of his life. This is a story of friendship, laughter, a hint of love, and a few memories being made.

~*~

Sleigh bells ring, are tu listening?
In the...
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posted by problematic124
Her eyes were raw
But she could not cry
It was all she saw
The pain and the lies
Her hope was broken
She felt incomplete
Freedom was wanted she wanted to be
To be able to laugh
To be able to smile
If not even once
But once in a while
She has to survive
She has to survive
It's the only thing that could keep her alive
Her eyes started to water
But she held the tears back
She never wanted
To be seen like that
Her life was of ruins
She hurt a real lot
Her family was gone
And left to rot
It was a long time
And yet it still hurt
She felt like a crime
And even worse
But she needed to survive
They would want it that way
So...
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- Chapter 1: He's A Stray (Raven's POV) -
For only 20 years, 20 long years sucked for me, when I was only 23 years old, I became a vampire, why? well ask Jacob, my moron and perra of a boyfriend I wish I can strangle, me and Jacob were at a party from his friends, he was being a little prick like always even if people are around he would blame me for it, I was just looking at a couple of beautiful rosas until Jacob grabbed my arm, "Why tu always looking like a stupid tramp? at least mostrar some respect for once" he dicho and jerked my arm away, I ran to the bathroom, I just wish I can go but he's...
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posted by darkwave
I had a dream that was not at all a dream

The splendid sun was extinguished, and the stars

Roamed the dark eternal space,

No rays o script, and the icy earth

Revolved and blind negrejante the moonless air;

It came and went in the morning - came and brought no day;

And men forgot their passions in the horror

This desolation, and the hearts cooled

A selfish prayer implored light:

And they lived around the fire, and the thrones,

The palaces of crowned kings, the huts,

Addresses, finally, the genre that was,

In flames gave light; Cities is consumed

And the men gathered at the homes igneous

To look once again...
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posted by darkwave
Life, he believes, is not a dream
As black as the wise men say they are.
Often a gray morning
Foreshadows a pleasant afternoon and soalhenta.

Sometimes there are dark clouds
But it is only on certain days;
If rain makes the rosas bloom
Why mourn and not smile?

Quickly, happily
The soalhentas hours of life go by
Thankfully, excitedly
Enjoy them as they go flying.

And sometimes when Death appears
And the best that tu have gone?
And when the pain deepens
And hope it sinks won?

Oh, even then, there is hope of rebirth
Unconquerable, never die.
Happy with his golden wing
Strong enough to make us feel good
Boldly, afraid of nothing
Face the Judgement día coming.
For gloriously, victoriously
Courage can overcome despair.
( Hi I am here with another story. In this where ever is ‘I’ please consider yourself there )
Mei was busy with her laptop, Tia and Rocket were sitting in a corner D’jok and Thank were enjoying funny performance of Micro Ice. Ahito was sleeping and I was sitting in one corner waiting for Sinned. There was a loud sound coming from another room. Arch was scolding Sinned for his deeds he did in match. When he came he was a bit angry but when I went there he looked with his caring eyes and dicho “hey l’ll sis I’ll come to take you. Till then live here coz my life is kinda unsettled…”...
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posted by Ragefulchimp
Vandals and crooks
an aging man, caught like a pescado on a hook
Getting reeled in, he's easy prey
Eyes sag, creating bags, pupils widen, creating paralysis

Confusion and fear
An ailing man, with pescado hooks everywhere
The biggest catch today
Pavement runs red, creating pain, flesh torn, creating animals

Torment and Horror
An aching man, aches no more
The pescado hook rips away
Smiles widen, creating youth, blood drips, creating paralysis
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posted by Ragefulchimp
    As hell started to freeze over, satan had his servants throw más wood in the deep, dark, crumbling pits of heck. The slaves of eternity agreed with haste, because if they didnt follow orders, Satan would do horrible things. The Creator of evil was actuación especially evil that day, because he knew what was coming up, Christmas. His favorito! holiday was on the horizon, and he was still at a loss as to what to buy jesus. He already had wings, and this really cool rubiks cube that was electronic, plus his dad was all powerful, which was pretty neat. He had a couple of ideas...
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posted by Lore_Master
"Wha.... how could they have found out?" the hero thought to himself staring with a dead expression on his face, they heard a knock on the door "Are tu okay?" asked the girl getting up to check the door, the hero sat there frozen in fear only hearing a faint voice "Boy listen to me... I know we haven't gotten off on the right foot but if tu don't escape we will both be captured so mover boy!" dicho the voice in his head, the hero couldn't believe what he was hearing was it the demon with-in him asking nicely? the hero shook his head in confusion "Why should I listen to you? you're trying to...
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posted by Lore_Master
These side affects were takeing a toll on the hero gradually wearing him down, the doctor took the hero in as his own careing for him and makeing sure he was brought up well, "Two year's have passed since that night." the hero thought to himself as he got up out of cama to start what seemed like a normal summer día "Boy where are tu it's time to start work!" excalimed the old man as he knocked on his door "Eh... I hate mornings." dicho the hero as he got up out of cama getting dressed to start another day. With the sun bareing down on them it seemed as if hell had found it's way to Siege "Are...
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posted by Lore_Master
He couldn't stop stareing at his reflection "What am I? who am I...?" he asked himself looking at the black wings on his back, he took hold of his wings ripping them off violently howling in pain, massive amounts of blood were gushing from his back he began feeling weak soon falling to the ground into the puddle of muddy water he layed there lifeless he had completely dado up, he slowly faded out of consciousness as his blood slowly filled the muddy puddle he started to laugh feeling the madness took over his mind, he rolled over to look at the star's once más before he was completely dead...
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posted by StarWarsFan7
 Rosella
Rosella
"Well...that's better." A fourteen-year-old Rosella Karst says. She had just cast a spell on a glass cup which is now filled with water. She grabs the cup and takes a sip. "What are tu doing?!" Rosella's older sister, Pandora exclaims for she had just arrived. Rosella almost chokes on the hydrogen and oxygen drink. "Drinking water. Why? Is that illegal?" She sets the glass down on a coffee mesa, tabla in the magical wizard lair that they are in. Pandora takes Rosella's wizard wand which has a vine stem and a beautiful white rose at the top. "I'm not joking. Why couldn't tu just go downstairs, get...
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posted by Kachetes
The ride to brianas wasnt far but I could hardly see with the wind blowing at my face wich hurt my eyes I realy couldnt tell what happen next,but in a división, split segundo I found myself inches away from falling on my face to seeing I face close to mine
He was teenage boy hard gray eyes that made me want to break wich is hard to imagen how I got that idea ,he cant break me id break his nose nefore he could even touch me
And yet here I was tightly locked in his arm
“thank tu for cacthing me before I fell”i dicho very formaly he says nothing he states into my eye with a confused experation he pulls...
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The main characters' Profiles and about them.
Name:Miki Nakamura
Age:15
Gender: female
Creature:human
Height:167 cm. (5'6)
Skin:Peach
Blood type:AB
Hair Color:Blue (and purple, and pink, ect.)
Hairstyle:semi-long
Eyes:grey
About Me:A very unlucky girl. Her parents are most always overseas, and she has no grandparents, so she's always alone, she has friends but she's always busy so she usually can't hang out with them except on holidays and weekends. she can cook and clean, so she maintain's her house fairly well. she's also very curious, which would explain why she found the box, that the male Neko -...
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posted by para-scence
"I think it's working," Carissa smiled at me. I sat between her and Rigby on the bench. Already, I felt great. My corazón was racing, and I almost couldn't sit still. After a few moments though, my eyes started to hurt. "They're just dilating," Carissa told me. "Here." She took off her sunglasses and handed them to me. I noticed her eyes seemed sunken in, and there were gray circles underneath her eyes. She blew her cigarette smoke in my direction.

"Thanks," I dicho energetically. My mind was racing, I could barely spit out the words.

"Just don't tell anyone," Jordan dicho on the other side of...
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posted by para-scence
There's no such thing as "fitting in" apparently.

I was observing I guess tu could say, the students at the school. The kids who were "popular" were very obvious; they had huge crowds around them, and were actuación very obnoxious. Apparently this rank was dado to tu at birth o something. Kids who were "losers" were not allowed to socialize with these kids at all.

I pity the losers.

Not that I wasn't one either, because it's obvious that I was. Not even the other losers would talk to me... Not that I wanted them to. I was better off just being por myself. So I avoided Jezreel and Emery as much...
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