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posted by HarryPLover
 Those words pierced me like thorns on a rose.
Those words pierced me like thorns on a rose.
"Happy Anniversary." His smile was absolutely priceless. I had to laugh just a little at his nervous grin. I knew the that it had been a mes since we had gotten together but I don't think he exactly remembers whether that día was today....or yesterday. I wanted to make me sweat it out. But he was right, it was today. I gotta admit that I was kinda surprised that he even remembered.
"Aww, tu remembered." I saw the nervous grin turn to relief. He earned a kiss.
"Of, course I remembered." I still wanted to make him sweat though. I couldn't resist.
"What happened to the whole " I don't remember things easily."?" I tried to impersonate his some-what deep voice that made me melt every time I heard it. But, to my disappointment he didn't seem moved por what I said. It was as if he knew I was gonna say that and he prepared a line for it.
"I remember all the important things Jaz.You are important to me." He gave me a warm smile but I knew por his eyes that he had been just waiting to burn me with that line. It was a good line I gotta admit, I just wish i would have came up with it first.
He knew I had nothing to parte superior, arriba that so I just looked up at his breath taking face and smiled. Matthew knew he had won but he wasn't about to rub it in my face. At least I hoped he wouldn't.
He gave me a quick kiss on my forehead and then took my hand and walked me out the door. He opened the car door for me and waited til i got in and insisted that he close the door. I was being kind of a kiss-up today. I know it is our one-month anniversary and he wants to make it special and all but...I really don't care for all of this.
Matthew was taking me ice skating today with Alley, Henex(I know call name right), And Bradly. I couldn't think of a better day. My three best friends and my wonderful boyfriend all on ice. Haha.
When he got to the rink poor Henex looked like a Popsicle. He was shortest one out of all of us and I didn
t know whether to laugh my butt off at how ridiculous he looked o just ...well there was no other option now was there? Ha. Poor, poor Henex.
Bradly on the other hand was tall but maybe a few inches short than Matt and I. He was indeed pretty toned. Maybe a six pack. I tectonically didn't know because I had never seen Bradly without a shirt(and I want to keep it that way), I only heard his countless brags about them. Matt told me they weren't as great as he says they are but then again he just might be kinda jealous. So I don't know but judging from the rest muscles on his body I didn't doubt he had a few more.
Alley was your average really, really skinny girl but with a fat girl appetite. Unfortunately, she could pretty much eat whatever she wanted and it wouldn't really affect her. For Alley she was quite if she didn't know tu but the loudest in the group if tu did know her. The five of us together were known to get into some trouble. Nothing law biding but definitely some classic mall pranks that Avril Lavigne would be satisfied with.
"G-g-g-g-guyssss. Im freezing. Can we just patinar, skate and get this over with?" So maybe Henex was a little tense, aww, but he'll be alright. Nothing could ruin this day; nothing.
We skated a good two hours' taking as many pictures as we could. I fell a few times but Matt was always there to help me back up, but when Matthew fell, umm...it was a little harder to pick him up. He definitely isn't fat o anything. But he has muscle so that is obviously harder to pick up than my chunkie-ness. We settled at the comida court after, Henex finally warming up with some hot chocolate. I was pretty happy about hpw the día was going so far. I couldn't get any better. Unfortunately......it really couldn't get any better than the past three and half hours.
The five of us were still sitting at he comida court table. I was leaning in to kiss Matthew when an unexpected person comes in the picture. A person who aren't always delighted to see at a time like this....your ex.!
"Jazzy,Jazzy,Jazzy." Oh crap was all that was going through my head.
"Hey Joey." My voice kept out a little más cheerful than I had anticipated and Matthew did not like that!
"What? No hug?" Joey was doing it on purpose to piss Matt off. I slowly got up and gave Joey and little hug. I didn't want to be rude. But I couldn't look at the Matt after that. I didn't have the right to.
"You look good Jaz. Maybe I'll see tu around." Joey winked at me! He actually did that in front of Matt like that! Joey walked away like nothing had happened and nobody dicho anything after he left. I could not even look towards Matt's direction.
I had to break the silence though, I didn't know he was mad at me o Joey. I finally looked at him. He did not look at me. he just had his head down staring the clean table. I grabbed for his hand he quickly moved it.
"Leave me alone Jaz." Those words pierced me like thorns on a rose. I knew this día could not end well.
posted by Emmett4eva
Rapunzel

She lived in a rickety old house on the parte superior, arriba of a colina just outside town. Who is she tu ask? She is someone tu don’t want to meet; she is a wicked old witch... no one knows her name. She lived alone with her orphan servant, Rapunzel. The witch was old and horrible she had two hideous warts, one above her lip and on the left side of her chin. Rapunzel was a gorgeous girl in her early twenty’s. She had long silky, honey blond hair, green eyes and porcelana skin. She was por far the most beautiful young lady I have ever met.
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I had just...
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posted by para-scence
First came the intense sadness, then came the anger. I wanted to scream at my parents, and my siblings. How hard is it to understand I just want to be myself? Is that so much to ask? I curled up in a ball on my bed, and cried. I covered my eyes with my fists, and screamed through my clenched teeth. That old saying "sticks and stones may break my bones, but words'll never hurt me," ran through my head. What a stupid saying. I'd gladly take being impaled with sticks and stones, than have heard what my parents just dicho to me.

I cried myself to sleep, and slept the rest of the day. I was woken...
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posted by para-scence
After living with the Stuek's for a couple weeks, they decided it was time for me to go to school. This gave me a whole new level of anxiety. From what I heard from the older kids at the orphanage, school is bad enough. But going to a new school, as a freshman would be hell.

"You'll have so much fun! tu can meet new people, and if tu want, tu can have your new friends over..." Mrs. Stueck dicho cheerfully. She'd just gotten inicial from the store. She'd gotten me a bunch of new "school clothes." Thankfully, she refrained from buying anything pink.

"Thanks," I whispered. She stopped and gaped at...
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posted by para-scence
They dicho I was just an unfortunate child, born to the wrong people. I'd never seen light until I was eight years old. My parents were criminals (I hadn't known this before of course). They'd hurt a lot of people. They were captured eventually, but then they had managed to escape the prison they were in. Then I was born. My parents were afraid they were caught, so they stayed in an apartment for eight years. No light, and almost no human contact. My dad was the only one that ever left the apartment, to get necessary things like food, clothes, and what not.

I never went to school. Mom taught...
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"Good por danny," I dicho besar him on the cheek one last time."we may not see each other again but I will remember you." for the past week danny and i have been dating on a crusie. (sorry spelling? my mind is not working today.)We both knew the día would come when we would not be able to see each other. Now it had come. I hugged him and walked down the gang plank.

4 months later

I went to the camp I had worked at for two years now. It was all so familar when I bummed into my best friend Max. He reminded me off Danny. But when ever I saw danny he reminded me of him. Was it max who I really liked and not danny? There's only one way to find out "max?" I dicho to him "What?" he said. "Da ya think we could..... like go to a movie o somthing?" "sure!" he said. And we had a great time.
posted by lauren777222
"Crap,this is Crap!"I knew this voice from anywhere.I spun around quicky on my heels.The face was one of my three best friends,Benjamin.As I saw his face,it colided with memorey of the past.His mid-height,muscular body,pale shoulder-length brown hair,light-hearted vibe,and celestial sky grey eyes.I knew this was a dream.Mostly because he was here and I was talking to him.Mostly because he was sent to jail a año ago.He was there because he was accussed of being a sexual predator.My other two best friends,Marîe and Chase,didn't think Ben would do that.I too,thought this.Marîe and Ben had a...
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Title inspiration: Bang Bang por Nancy Sinatra


This fanfiction is a crossover between the Joker from the Dark Knight and Sweeney Todd. It has its own strand, and it is possible that there appear some new characters, o not.
Batman is not supposed to, but maybe I will change my mind about that later.

The setting is England, London, in the 19th century - the Victorian Era.


But the most important part: this text is originally in german. I translated some of it into English, but most of it I didn't, so I fear tu have to use google for this.
If tu request my translation, though, I might do it.

Sidenote:...
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posted by para-scence
I folded my arms, trying not to look at him. Blake was one of the biggest jerks I've ever seen. He's broken so many girls' hearts; he had no regard for their feelings o anything. Now he was dating Heidi, a girl I also didn't care for. He looked at me with an expression of... fear? o was it hate? Who knows.

"Uh.." he dicho stupidly. "What's your name?"

"Irina," I mumbled.

"I'm Blake," he said. I nodded, not really giving a fuck. "...Do tu want to get to work?" I shrugged.

"What're we doing?" I asked quietly. He explained that we were to interview each other; find out about each other's lives,...
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posted by para-scence
The siguiente day, everyone was surprised when Andrew stopped by. Reed looked at him; distrust in his eyes. Andrew stood there awkwardly, his hands behind his back and staring at the ground.

"No offense, but..." Nikolai began.

"Why're tu here?" Reed finished.

"Uh, I wanted to invite tu guys to dinner. I thought it was the least my family and I could do," Andrew replied. Everyone was silent. I had to be the one to answer.

"Sure. Thanks," I said. He smiled. Reed looked at me like I was crazy. I ignored him.

"Great," Andrew beamed.

He left a little while later, after meaningless conversation; mostly...
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posted by para-scence
"Murder?! What the --- Why did--- Who'd he...?" I stuttered. Carmine and Nikolai waited patiently for me to somewhat calm down.

"Dalton's dead," Carmine dicho grimly. Oh no. Dalton. He had a bunch of people that stand behind him no matter what. This was going to bring hell down on us. How could Reed be so stupid?!

"What the fuck was he thinking?!" I shouted. Neither of them dicho anything. "Andrew and his friends are going to kill us! I'm not going to be able to leave the house without getting jumped!"

"Harley, would tu stop thinking about yourself for once?!" Nikolai shouted at me. clamped my...
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posted by para-scence
"It won't be so bad," Micah said. He held my hand in both of his, as we sat on the porch swing.

"I know..." I dicho sadly. But it will be. The foster family that was taking me in lived a half hora away from here. I'd be going to a new school, have a new house, need to make new friends, and even live with new people. There's something not everyone gets to say. And I wouldn't be able to visit Micah.

"Alessandra!" called Mrs. Peters, my new foster-Mom, called. Her and her husband had finished putting my bags in the car, something they insisted on doing themselves so I could say goodbye to Micah....
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posted by sawfan13
I woke up alone and cold on a meadow. It was completely dark and silent. My corazón was racing with fear, cold sweat going down my face, tears rolling down my face, my breathing getting heavier and heavier. My voice felt dry and swelled with fear and sadness so when I screamed,"Karrie!" the cold night air replaced my cry for help. I lifted my shaking body from the ground, as I had to force my feet to walk. I felt even más frightened when I stood. The cold calm wind, the awkwardness and loneliness, the fearfulness of nothing. I slowly walked in the dark cold meadow, hoping to find some signs...
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posted by Insight357
The museum visit had turned out to be fun. I learned Xander and Lucy were extremely educated about art, possibly más than I was.
    Before we left the museum, Alexander had spotted an ad for a local artistry competition. The winner would get a contract with the museum, and the opportunity to have artwork in museums all over the world. We thought it would be a good thing for Lucy.
    At first, she protested, but Xander gave her a pep talk. Lucy dicho she would consider entering. I think she was worried about criticism.
    After the...
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posted by xXxEmoRAwRxXx
Yeah I know it sucks I was bored when I wrote this....so yeah.           [Chapter 1]
She stares at the rain in silence. Grieve over took her. She sat there still looking at the body lying cold, pale, still, and dead on the floor. She just stared not sharing a tear and droped the knife, she then looks at the lighting that was flowing in the sky. She then spares a tear, she sits still siguiente to the body crying for her lover. What had she done? He didn't deserve the pain she gave him. She gets up and comes back with another knife, a bottle of scottch, and a...
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Chapter 9

Patrick
Jason walked into the room that he heard the sound from. There, was a human boy wearing glasses, and cupped to the wall. He looked slightly older than Jason.

“Who are you?” asked Jason.

“I’m Patrick,” the boy said, straining his throat.


“How did tu get here?” Asked Jason.

Still struggling, Patrick said,” I was in a play, in my school, Santa Clara High, and I had a flame on my two legs, cause that was part of my character. Then I walked to the school across the calle to pick up my younger brother. Before I could get my brother, I randomly walked into this room with...
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posted by para-scence
A few weeks passed. Shiloh generously got me an apartment, despite my protests. It was a cozy place, much better than any motel could compare to. Shiloh insisted on paying for it; he got a summer job as a carpenter for the summer. Even though it was probably impossible, I still wanted to pay for the apartment, but how could I get a job when I had Chance to look after? Sicily could only babysit so much.

One day, I thought of something that probably had to get done sooner o later. I asked Sicily to watch Chance. She agreed; she loves being with him. I got in my car (which Shiloh had driven home...
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posted by Insight357
    “Damien, that was years ago,” dicho Alexander as his cheeks turned a light pink.
    “I know, and I don’t understand why the memory is resurfacing now,” I dicho shaking my head slightly.
    “Do tu think it’s because you’re with Grey más often?” Alexander asked. I’d rarely seen Grey while at the asylum. The only people I would talk to was Deborah, Dr. Anozi, Alexander, and a few college professors.
    “I don’t know, maybe, but it’s scaring me,” I said. “I spent all last night at...
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posted by nomblahnom
As I stare listlessly into the mirror, the fuzzy image that gazes back at me is someone I barely recognize. But I do. They say prison causes profound changes in a man, and the most extraordinary stem from the most incredible circumstances. That man in the mirror has undergone an unimaginable plethora of alterations because he is the absolute worst thing one can be in prison: an innocent man.

I detect the bitterness in his hazel eyes, the constant worry that wrinkles his forehead, the anxiety that sets his jaw like cement and the frustration that has lightened his hair from brown to salty beige....
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posted by Insight357
por the time, I reached Social Services noon had come. I walked inside the one-story, brick building. I looked around the large, blue-walled room the door had revealed. I didn’t see Lucy.
    A curvy, dark-toned woman come up to me. She had curly black hair, and brown eyes.
    “You must be, Damien,” dicho the woman. I nodded.
    “And tu are?” I knew she was a social worker, but that’s all.
    “I’m Stacey, Stacey Sterns,” she said.
    “You’re Lucy’s worker, right?”
    “Yes,...
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When they got there, the house still looked old, but not a Fall of the House of usher Gothic, Amytiville Horror old. It looked like it was from the 20's but it looked restored. Lilian looked at Mimi and said,"Yeah, I paid some people last mes if they could restore the house. I showed them a picture of what the house looked like in color and they fixed it up good as new." Mimi looked at in amazement and said,"It looks untouched and new, yet it still has that old timey atmosphere to it." Lilian smiled and said,"Yeah. Very pretty. But it does however have cable and electricity. I thought since...
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