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posted by hgfan5602
Why,
Is everyone being so cruel
Everyone is abusing each other
It seems like there is no good at all
In this world.

Why is everyone
Leaving me out of everything
Like I am this puppet with no string
I feel out of place,
And I am sure other people feel the same

I have searched for all these years
Someone special
Who would lead me through
The darkness
And all of my troubles would fade away.

Someone that would be named,
"My Hero."
I found who she was this year
And it was extremely unexpected,
Because...
No one else is my hero.
My hero is myself.
posted by Fangirl99
The sun is up in the sky
i watch it in the big blue ksky
And i ask myslef,"why?"

i stare at the ceiling.
then i get a strange felling.
and this felling is still being.
and then i ask,"why?"

What do i see in those eyes?
what do i see in you?
even thought i still despise.
i always ask myslef,"why?"

ask me that question,"why?"
i say i dont know
they tell me dont lie

so then i speak th truth.
i know that in my heart
i will always amor you

your eyes that shine like he sun
being with tu is always fun
one día i will tell you,hun
that tu are the only one


sorry,not all the words rhyme.im not the best at making poems,but i wanted to share it with tu anyways
posted by stopbullying
The Stalker
Chapter 1

    It was a cool, winter night. It wasn’t too cold outside and I thought after work I would go out for a walk and take advantage of the nice weather. It was four-thirty in the evening. I got off of work at 7:00. It should be a little enfriador, refrigerador por then.
Work was boring and nobody really came in. Only one person did and he was weird looking. He had ripped shorts, a short shirt, and worn out shoes on. I looked at him suspiciously because the whole time he was in there I caught him looking at me. This was weird especially since I was only 18 and he was like...
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added by FreeAwesomeness
Source: If tu want to draw her, please do. Remember, she is my own character. Please give me credit. 'Last
posted by edwardsca
    I was sitting at my escritorio at school, escritura my navidad list. It was hard to think of más than three things, so I wrote down a gift card to itunes, some movies, and a new pair of nike shoes. I'm trying to think of something, and my teacher dicho "Emily it wouldn't be wise to ask for money for a present". When I went inicial I was still thinking about my navidad list, but then my little sister came up to my face "Sissy, sissy, tu should ask for a super big princess kit'. Then cena came, we had roasted chicken. My older brother Eric was bragging about making the basketball...
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posted by House_Of_Night_
hiyah =), Hope yuuh guys enjoy this, just as much as i've enjoyed escritura it. Please, rate and comentario =).. And i'm totally sorry if this was way to long lOl.. xOox








Hung

‘Life as we know it, is Changing.'



Chapter One.

‘Look Lily. I totally wouldn’t freak out.’ Marci said.
‘Don’t freak out? ’ I asked, shocked.
‘Yeah, Marci. Don’t freak out? Lily future husband and father to her children, hasn’t dumped his girlfriend yet! So plan B I think!’
‘Thanks for the observation, Gemma and Plan B? No. Look its been over six months now.’ I explained and stormed off. Wanting to get...
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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 Okkkkk11111
This mermaid spell could work so be careful.you will need a cup of water and a lot of salt and also a necklace/bracelet the insructions are tu are going to put the salt in to the cup of water and tu put the necklace/bracelet in to the salty water and say this spell: sirenas sirenas here my plea I want a Mermaid tail and powers.mermaids sirenas this is my plea so make it come true. After tu say the say the spell tu put on the necklace/bracelet and thats it. But tu don't get to choose your mermaid tail and powers.
posted by minniemeg
Siblings fight.

Siblings argue.

Siblings hit.

Yet they always forgive.

But..... what if the sibling was cold?

What if the sibling was cruel?

What if the sibling treated tu like scum?

What if the sibling was heartless?

What if the sibling worshiped the ground another walked on, while tormenting you?

What if the sibling constantly mocked your social standing?

What if the sibling called your fears ''dumb and irrational''?

What if the sibling would never help you, even in a dire situation?

What if the sibling wanted to hurt you?

What if the sibling blamed others for their hatred of you?

What if the sibling...
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posted by redwallwriter
Sadie Harris is a sixteen año old girl living in New York City with her newly divorced mother. They made the mover to the big city from South-West Virgina and for some reason, Sadie does not fit in it school and soon finds herself with no friends. Feeling alone she retreats into a world of books, lectura hundreds of them, but her solitary world won't be hers much longer. Sadie is puzzled when she begins to get strange dreams every night telling her to go to the basement along with visions of a city wrapped in mist. The dreams get so annoying that she goes to the basement of her apartment building to put a stop to them, but instead she unknowingly throws herself into a war of the worlds. Worlds that she did not even know existed. Come take a thrilling ride with Sadie and friends she meets along her way to save the Captive City of Orrim as she finds that worlds, evil, and people she only read about are not as far away as them seem.
posted by The0fficialKate
Alright listen up tu all!!!
Many people here hate furries because of their fanfics , art , personality. But Just because we are different doesn't give tu the right to troll us and call us "furfags" that is highly offensive to us and gays!
A lot of people use the term "Yiff in Hell" por saying that tu are basically dragging yourself to Hell for telling us that.
Many people are teaming up and trying to stop the fandom, but why? So what we may post yiff on the internet sometimes but to me it isn't sick and horrific, I think it is unique. And why do tu people say shit like: KILL ALL FURFAGS!...
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posted by dragonwriter
As the wind blows, blood falls from my wounds. Pain coursing through all of the nerves in my body. Collapsing to the ground i look up and see the same man form before. "It would seem that we are in the same situation from before." And i reply "If I am correct I let tu live last time. If I were tu I would be running about now." As I am trying to get to my feet and grab himby the throat he shoots me in the leg. "You are not getting up this time. I used a special kind of round that the hunters that hunt your kind use. With their reputation for killing tu beasts i thought that they would be...
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posted by DxCFan123
A dark-haired girl sat in a dimly-lit room, lectura a book, when a booming voice reverberated through the room. "You may go now." it said, and the girl did as it said, standing up, tucking the book under her arm, and walking towards the door. Before she could turn the knob, a man wearing a tuxedo and glasses ran up to her. "Kuro! Kuro! Wait!" he said. She turned around and asked him, "What? What is it, Will?" "Heha, me and Grell would like to tell tu good luck!" he replied. "You stopped me just for that?! Well, I must go now. G'bye!" She turned back around and swung the door open, then jumped...
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posted by noahnstar1616
I told Cameron everything, except the part about me being a sea witch. I don't think he'll be able handle that.

"So tu take pictures of mythical creatures that tu have believed in since tu were 5."

"That is correct."

"Unbelievable."

"I'll tell tu what's unbelievable. The fact that you're so calm. When I tell people my life story, they think I'm the craziest person they ever met."

"No, that's perfectly believable. tu are insane!"

Oh the irony. "No Cameron, it's the truth."

Cameron got up and went inside.

I followed him. "Why don't tu believe me?"

He turned around to face me. "Because I'm not...
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posted by StarWarsFan7
December 14, 1941. I, Chanhassen Dobbins, am a young thirteen year-old girl that is living in New York City. "Chanhassen Marie Dobbins!" My mother calls me. In my gray nightgown, I make my warm cama neatly. "Sometimes, I wish I was younger." I mumble to myself. As I change into my regular attire, I open the chipped wooden door from my bedroom and follow my mother's voice. Walking down the dark brown staircase, I see my mother sitting at the cocina mesa, tabla drinking milk. "Ahhhh...! Chanhassen! Lydia wanted tu to meet her in her father's cafe." She takes a sipof the mug with her chapped tan lips....
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posted by Insight357
I went back inicial for a few hours. I eperlano of old paper and cologne. I decided to get a shower; maybe it would calm my anxieties about tonight. As I scrubbed myself, I decided the only thing the ducha, ducha de was doing was ridding me of my office scent.
    I got out of the ducha, ducha de and put on some clothes. I wore a black, v-neck shirt, with a pair of tight black pants. I towel dried my hair, and messed it with some gel. I put on cologne, just in case anyone got close enough to smell me. I put the cologne down, and checked to make sure it was in place. My arm muscle twitched. I left...
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