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posted by PrinceLover1999
Where am I. I felt so alone in the darkness along the shadow of coldness. It was only me in the house, my parents where gone on a fecha for a couple of hours.My sis was gone to Emmi's house. Soon I felt a cool chill down my back, than suddenly felt a cold rush past me. Could it be a ghost?
I felt, scared no one with me, so I ran out the attic, don't know how I end up there. Went to my room locked the door, I cutt the t.v. on, so I can get my mind off of what just happend. Suddleny, I heard a crash, down staris in the living room. Oh, no, there might be bugarlars in the house.With bravery, I came out of my room, and I found broken glass, then someone called my name. I went upstaris, grabbed my house phone in my room and called my sister.
Hello, who is this. Karry, it's me Kattie, please come home,I'm scared, please. What's the matter? I keep feeling things and hearing things, please come home. Can't tu just wait for 2 hours, till mom and dad come home? No.Well call mom and dad and tell tu will be at your friend Hannah's house. But, she's gone for the summer, just please come, tu can bring Emmi with you. Fine.
So, what's these stuff tu keep hearing and feeling? Shut,up Karry. Omg, did tu just feel that? Not you, too Emmi. Karry, I'm forreal, Kattie's right.
To be contiuined.......
Then it wasn’t my confession that gave him the big shock, Sara thought, He already knew the whole story that’s why he understood my acts.
Until now I don’t know how I dared to step in and ask your friend to introduce me to you. Though I’m not used to that, it felt so right.
“Sara” Emily called tu when tu were about to get into the car.
“Hi Emily, How are you?” tu answered joyfully with the prettiest smile I’ve ever seen.
“Fine” she dicho with her bright smile.
“You haven’t introduced me to your handsome boyfriend” tu dicho playfully and my corazón beat faster than...
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posted by WileE-Quixote
ON STORMY CLOUDS
I’VE SEEN HIM SIT
THIS DARK ángel FAIR
WITH FOLDED AND SHIMMERING
GOSSAMER WINGS
AND MOON BEAMS IN HIS HAIR

WITH BURNING EYES
TO EARTH HE SLIDES
SEEKING TO FEEL THE GROUND
THEN SPREAD HIS
RAVEN FEATHERED WINGS
CASTING HIS MAGICK SHADOW ‘ROUND

THIS ángeles TOUCH
IS A COMFORTS SONG
SOFT AS A VELVET CLOAK
AND WHEN HE REACHES
TO RIGHT THE WRONG
HIS WORDS ARE FEELINGS SPOKE

ON HOOF AND WING, I WATCHED HIM SAIL
MY DARK ángel FAIR
TO SOME ARCANE ABODE
WE KNOW NOT WHERE
TILL HIS siguiente ASSIGNMENT
AND THE FUTURE HAS BEEN FORETOLD

FOR THE LAST FLIGHT
THIS DARK ángel TAKES
IS A PIED-PIPERS GATHERING
FOR ALL THE SOULS HE’S TOUCHED
LISTENING TO THE SHADOWY
SONGS THEY’LL NOW SING
19 December

It's been almost a año since Freak died. For a while, people always used to say to me, "I'm sorry." I hated that. I yelled at them, "Feel sorry for Freak! I'm still alive!"

They shouldn't feel sorry for me. Freak taught me what it meant to walk tall. He tought me that remembering is only an invention of the mind, and if tu try hard enough, tu can remember anything. I try to remember everything Freak told me; and sometimes, it works. Then it slips away.

For a while after Freak died, I went back to being the critter hiding out in Down Under. Then one day, it hit me, and hard. If I had died, I wouldn't want Freak to do what I was doing. I would want him to continue Freak The Mighty.

And that made all the difference.

I try to make Freak proud; maybe I'm even succeeding. I just know that Freak changed the way I saw things, and I owe him that much; to keep Freak The Mighty alive.

-Max-
posted by June4
A año hace in my calculation,
A año ago, there were situations.
The same song played now and then,
In my memory, it had begun.


Tears from my eyes were shed this morning,
It was the most tears I was shedding.
My world isn’t complete without you,
My world and I don’t know what to do.


amor isn’t a toy and never was.
amor is what tu cherish and keep as treasure.
My mind is at many topics at random,
It goes normal when you’re in my kingdom.
What ends my bad situations with people
Is my focus on you, my angel.
You’ll always be a part of me,
You’ll always be in my memory.
mysterious amor

- chapter 13-





"Ok tu can open them now."
When I opened my eyes my mouth droped.
"Go carts! How did...when did...THATS AWESOME!"
He laughed "I thought tu would like them."
"Well tu were right! " Then I realized I was actuación like a 6 año old in front of the hottest guy I had ever seen.
"I mean umm... there...great?"
"Dont worry your not actuación like a six año old." Mathew smiled at me.

How did he no that?


Then of course me being me.i
I dicho the stupied possible thing any body could EVER say.

"You look so cute when tu smile like that." I could just imagin the big hearts in my eyes....
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posted by lollipopszx3
PG-13

Chapter 2

"Hey babe. Where are tu going?" asked Megan. She was already obsessed with me... Like practically all the other girls who have come to the school. Why couldn't one time, just one time, a single girl didn't crush on me. Even the girls who are in a relationship. Is it that hard? I mean there were plenty of other guys at this school and it wasn't only just me. I wasn't ever interested in girls! Man I sound like a six año old rather than a eighteen año old. That's pretty sad.

"Away from you." I mumbled under my breath. I looked at her beautiful lustful eyes and dicho a little loud....
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posted by joe-edwardfan
A CURSED STORY!
Once apon a time there was a powerful king ruling London.
The legend says a witch cursed the kings only daughter because he killed all the witches in Londres except for his own.
As its told the curse forbids the princess to ever feels o falls in love(but she can just feel amor for the witche’s son Damien who is in amor with the princess) unless the witch that's has casted the spell on her shall die drowning in her own blood at an eclipse.
    Witch: a witch is a person that has special abilities and is immortal they look like a human and blood runs in their...
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“Opal... Who is this man” Marley Asked. Opal just noticed the two boys standing there herself, but soon understood, for their vampiric powers were far beyond hers. “I’m guessing this is that pure-blood bastard releasing all that power before” dicho Alec. Marley grabbed Opal por the parte superior, arriba and pulled her to her feet. “Damn you! tu bit her didn’t you?” Shouted Marley. The man put his hand back to his side. “Sigh”. “This is so much trouble” dicho the Man. Before Alec could say a word, the man elbowed him straight in the face. Alec slid for about three metres and then rolled...
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A/N: Yeah, I know, I come up with some weird stuff. Fractions of a whole story. Well, attatch whatever story tu want. This is about a mourning teen. And suicide.

Please rate. (And please comment)
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Getting cold in the sun’s shadow

Drowning in this black pin’s ink

Gone is the lovely light, night’s here despite

Twilight’s eternal fights and weep

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She breathed in and out slowly, each breath appearing in front of her, a wisp of cold smoke disappearing. Around her was a silent vibration she had never...
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posted by RATHBONE07
Tap!Tap! There was that sound again. It was so annoyingly loud, but it did drown out the screams in the siguiente room. Tap!! Who the hell would bother to disturb me on a Monday morning? Bang!!
"What the hell!" I yell rolling of my cama and dragging myself towards the door. When i finally open it theres Michael starring at me with his blood red eyes.
"Damn Lilly!! Ive been banging at your door since freakin' six in the morning! Are tu freakin' deaf o something?God!"
"Let's just say that i did hear tu but ignored it. Dude, do tu know how early six in the morning is? tu interrupted my beauty sleep....
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posted by A_Sirens_Call
A sirens call

CHAPTER ONE::: Shyness

It is the first día back, I really did not think of anything interesting happening, it was all new and strange after the holidays nothing would surprise me. Our little group of six did not have any specific relations towards outsiders we tried to keep contact with the human race to a minimum considering we are no longer human. After that experiment from the mad scientist - Doctor John Hallwain – trying to clone us making marginal errors then tried a different experiment but that is all I know and that was gathered por Annabelle who could read minds and was...
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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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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 o 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 e2mma2weasle3
How to Add Emotion to a Story

1.    Understand palabras clave o Key Phrases. Key Phrases are phrases in a story that triggers the waterworks. They are sentences that make people cry. Such as, a pet dies. tu could write, "Goodbye, Old friend." A Key Phrase could also be an action. Such as, there are two pets. One pet dies. The other pet tries to sleep with the other one por cuddling up to the dead body.

2.    Add a lot of relationship between the one who dies and another character, whether that is a human o an animal.

3.    Add comedy to the...
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posted by sapherequeen
*Sigh* Okay, this is the first piece of escritura I will ever share with anyone. Rarely does the idea of a poem ever enter my dark mind. But tonight, just two minutos ago, this one came to me, and I had to...write...it...down...


I’m aching here
I’m bleeding there

Pain strikes within
My every move

And there’s
Nothing
I Can
Do
To Make It
Stop

The tears roll down my face
And freeze there quickly
And stay until the time comes
Where they are no longer frozen
And begin to stream down again

My hurt was bottled up
But someone broke the bottle
And now it’s
Everywhere
And there’s nothing
I Can
Do
To Heal Myself

I’m...
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“Look at them, trying to figure it out. Trying to work out why a pure-blood has come to their school, Antiworld, huh? This could be fun”. There was a young man sitting on the parte superior, arriba of a gargoyle wearing a white camisa, camiseta with a black capa over it. His eyes where a light green with a black cat eye stroke through it. As the man stood up tu saw that he had pitch black hair and his skin was white like paper. As tu closed in on the man’s face tu saw his eye drop a line of blood down his cheek, as if he was crying blood. The man looked up at the sun covering his face with his hand, he closed his...
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hola guys! I just wrote this poem. I haven't written a poem in quite a while, maybe a year, and this one's an attempt to get back on the poem escritura path. Well hope tu like it, and please, if possible, add a comentario saying what tu think.

Me and Those

Ever noticed that in this life
Everyone wants tu to do something,
o be something
That sometimes tu don’t want to be?

They are those!
tu know them!
tu probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect tu to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
tu don’t want to take.

They are those who expect tu to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
tu prefer to be small and humble.

But do tu think,
For the slightest second,
That they care about that?
They don’t!

They are your parents,
Your grandparents,
Your Uncles and aunts,
That since tu were born,
Came up with a path for tu in life.

But know this,
And say it to yourself:
They are those, they matter,
But me is I,
And I’m the main character.
posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

She screams every time a police officer o strange nurse touches her. She refuses to hear them out. So, until further notice, she is staying in my apartment.

I glance at the clock in the waiting room. It's past midnight. Wow. Jamie and Ashleigh are asleep on a small green couch, with a receiving blanket draped over them. I pick them both up, since Kayla and I are free to leave, and we all walk outside to my car. Kayla opens the back door, and while I'm strapping the two little girls in, I signal for her to get in on the passenger side.

She's a broken person. tu only need to look at her...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

On Friday, Tia had picked me up to go shopping.

Tia was ecstatic; for what reason, I had no idea. Tia was like a hurricane, she jotted down my sizes on her hand and then took of through the store at a pace that should've set her path on fire.

"You look great in black, white, and blue," she muttered. I saved that for future reference; she obviously knew what she was doing. Plus I'd been told that each of those colours looked nice on me before.

She pulled me into a dressing room, pointed out which outfits to try out, and exited to let me change.

I pulled a scary-looking black cabestro, halter neck...
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posted by fanfly
 Artwork por me
Artwork by me
Who are tu to judge?
Sitting right where tu are
tu have no claim on me

I know my own path
I am my own guide
tu are nothing to me
No matter how tu try

What do tu care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you

I know my own path
I am my own guide
tu don't know me
No matter how tu try

Why are tu here?
tu know I don't want you
I told tu to leave me

I am my own path
I know my own guide
tu can't mold me
No matter how tu try





Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. lol Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.