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posted by darkling_menace
(I have thought of a bunch of characters over the years, but since I suck at making stories for them to be in, I can only make the character itself with a bit of back story. Today is going to be the first día that I'll be posting these characters on here, since this is the escritura club, and I don't want my mind to be cluttered with character ideas. This character came to me when I was rethinking an idea for an old character.)

Darcel was once the leader of a tribe of ancient humans in what is now known as modern England, he was a sorcerer who used his magic as an advantage over everyone else, it seemed that his people respected him, but in reality, they feared him. he killed anyone who defied his rule, but he would not do it himself, he would influence others in his tribe that whoever was against him wanted the tribe to fall, so he had them be killed por their own peers. The tribe executed traitors por tying them and sending them to a bottomless pit where it is dicho that they will fall for an eternity, never seeing the light ever again, little did they know, that this was a portal to a dimension where evil things arise from. Eventually his tribe fought against him, but they were no match for his magic power, so they consulted a wizard who had a magical amulet that would cut off any magic users power, but Darcel would have to put on the amulet on himself, and any means of taking it off would require magic. The tribe went to Darcel to ask a truth, and offered him the amulet as a peace offering, Darcel took the amulet and wore it boastfully, and that night, the tribesmen kidnapped Darcel in his sleep, tied him in their strongest rope, and threw him into the bottomless pit.

While in the pit, Darcel fell for what seemed like forever in the darkness, he was furious at the people he once ruled, but más than that, he felt fear. He was afraid of what he might encounter in the pit of those who he has wronged before, that their vengeful spirits will come back and make him suffer, his fear was well placed. Everyone he had ever sent to the pit was nothing más than a skinless ghoul, they grabbed Darcel and ripped the very flesh from his bones. He writhed and convulsed, trying to free himself from the ropes, but it was futile, he tried to use his magic, but the amulet prevented him from doing so, so in a last ditch effort, Darcel used a spell that would free him from the ropes and destroy the ghouls, but it would take away everything that made him human. Despite it being a spell, he did not need magic to perform it, just to focus his own soul out of his body, which he had to do under agonizing circumstances. He managed to get his soul partially separated from his body, but the amulet did have an affect on this spell, starting to pull Darcels' soul back into his body, thinking hastily, he tried to take over the body of one of the ghouls to remove the amulet, but he couldn't enter another body without leaving his own, so with his last bit of willpower, he made his soul stronger with the thoughts of hatred for those who put him here, and the want to rule over those who are weaker than him once again. His rage and greed fueled his soul, making it stronger, striking fear into the ghouls hearts, because now, he was absorbing them, because he was the stronger will. he took the souls of the ghouls and had left his body entirely, but the amulet sensed the presence of Darcels' soul escape his body, and as a last resort, it imploded with magical energy. Darcel was caught in the implosion, but it was so powerful, that it took the whole dark dimension with it.

Centuries passed, and the pit that once contained the dark dimension was eventually filled por dirt and debris, no one knowing of the evil that once dwelled within. There have been strange occurrences in the town around it, people being killed and stealing, but when they were taken in for questioning, they had no memory, they claim that last thing the remember was a voice telling them to defy rule, and throw away all morals, these people are sent to psychiatric wards, o prison, whichever their choice. These occurrences happen mostly in this town, but there are isolated incidents like this all over the world, people talking about a voice that influences them, and takes them over, they no nothing about what it is, o why its here, but we know one thing, it wants revenge.

The magic implosion that had been thought to have killed Darcel, actually made him más powerful, he was at the corazón of it, when the amulet, took the whole dark dimension, it absorbed into Darcel, making him immortal, but never being able to walk in the light of día again. He can control the minds of those with weak will and influence them to do terrible things, just so that they will be the ones getting punished, and to attack humanity as much as he can in his state. Sometimes he'll see the mind of someone who is just as dark and cruel as he is and take them under his command, and he will one day, form an army to rule the world again Darcel can travel in our plane of existence, through shadows o por taking over the minds of animals, but this is all limited and he can only travel extensively within a mind of a willing human participant.

(This too me quite a few hours to write. So I wanna hear what opinion tu guys have on this and if tu all like it, then that'll probably incline me to make more, thanks.)
posted by alicia386
Chadwick Prep

September 1: Kenya Welts
   "Good Morning Chadwick Cheetahs!" I chimed. "This is your host, Kenya Welts celebrating with tu on this fab Friday. One más week until Fall Formal which starts at 5:30 so don't be late." I paused as the theme song came on. It lasted a good 30 segundos so I had time to review my lines.
   It was a pleasant feeling to have everyone watching me every morning giving them their needed news update. It made me más popular which is hard to believe since I'm already so popular.
   "Today's news starts with Kelly telling tu the weather for this week,...
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posted by hgfan5602
I never thought it would be that easy,
Cause we are both so distant now.
And the walls are closing in on us,
And we are wondering how.

No one has a solid answer,
But just walking in the dark,
tu can see the look on my face,
It just tears me apart.

When I first met you,
I thought,
How would I get to know this girl well?

Now,
I think,
Why do I have to leave this girl already?

But tu and I,
Both of us are walking alone,
In the dark.
Even though tu are not with me,
I can feel tu with me in my heart.

It just breaks me to think
That tu are not with me.
But now,
As I have pondered this situation
For a while now,
I have made a decision.

I am alone.
I am not alone, however, in my heart.
tu are with me,
Walking in the dark,
Together.
posted by hgfan5602
Some of tu may go through life,
Thinking something,
That is,
Who the hero is in your life.

I am one of those people.
But what I found is that
Even though many people are major influences
On my success in life

Such as my closest friends,
My teachers,
My parents,
Those serving for our country,
Others around me,
o even my worst enemies.

This año I have found that
The hero that I have
Is no one else
But me.

My hero is myself.
I inspire myself to do everything I do.
I am the light of my life.
posted by oboe_player
Chapter 1: Blood
Monday sprinted down the dark streets of London, quietly and unnoticed, armed with nothing but the freshly sharpened dagger on her back. Blood lust filled her eyes as she came closer and closer to her target. “Her head will be mine.” She whispered under her breath. She glanced to the side and saw the building she was headed for. Invisible to human’s eyes, the Pure House headquarters was placed right in the center of London. The mission Monday had been dado today was quite simple, kill the head of the Pure House. The leader of the Ultimate House had personally been training...
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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 hgfan5602
I stand in the middle of the wilderness, trembling with fear and anxiety. I need food. más importantly, water. I am extremely dehydrated. I fear a storm coming. Anytime now, those dreadful hounds are going to come out to get me again. I have a large scar across my right arm, a large gash in my knee, and a cut on my forehead. There is almost no hope left. I must rely on the forces of God and nature to give me strength. Leaves for bandages, as a hunter once taught me. Survival skills are crucial in the wilderness, tu see. This means life o death. If I live after three weeks, my family is...
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posted by dragonsmemory
((This is a true story. It takes place Memorial day. Let's see if tu can figure out the mystery before I do.))

Red Bank Battlefield, in National Park, is a very peaceful place to be. Especially when you're waiting for West Deptford's annual Memorial día parade to come marching up Hessian Avenue.

Hessian Avenue dead ends at the Whitall house, which faces away from the river. According to local legend, Anne Whitall, when the war came to Fort Mercer, refused toleave the house, even when part of the roof caved in. At that point, she took her spinning down to the cellar and kept going. After the...
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posted by Me_Iz_Here
(Short story I wrote in a few minutes. I have no idea where this came from. ._. And this has no editing o whatever, I just finished it.)


    At first, she would only appear for a división, split second. I would see her turn a corner in the hallways of my house and quickly run to see if anyone was there, only to find nothing. I would catch a glimpse of her in a crowded place, standing still and looking at me. I would see her in my dreams, and whenever she turned up in them, they quickly turned to nightmares. No one else ever seemed to notice her, but I always did. I never dicho anything...
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posted by PrincessHotEmo
Why should I live,what's with life?He gave me 5 libros I know them so well I know everyone page I could read it with out actually lectura it!!!One día i awoke with a holy bble on my bed.It was from one of the demon's junior demon wives.It had a tag and a note saying"srry for ur troubles hope u havnt read this before lol".The oldest thing is i knew who she was because she was a human like me before the demon turned her into one of his own.Then i thought wait why havnt i been turnd in to a demon yet?Then it hit me! maybe he needs fresh to keep him alive!
posted by AuthorForPooh
 friends stick por tu
friends stick by you
The Path
por AuthorForPooh

The bare moment when no one's
there to guide her
feet down the worn path.
She's traveled this path times before,
but tu are always there
in her way.

tu scare her with your
harsh words and strong hands,
she runs back every time.
tu laugh.

What she doesn't realize, is that
we too are on that path.
Her friends.
We pull her to her feet
and push past you.

Because she's never alone.






Im tried of bullying. Its mean. As a friend i will stick por my friends. Help stop bullying!
posted by DarkGirl23
The sound of laughter echoed in my ears, and the darkness enveloped me in it’s grip of represented death. Existing of nothing, I lay there staring into the blackness, what resembled my soul of utter torment and misery.

I liked it here, despite the dark laughter that echoed in my ears, this dream was comforting. It felt like I belonged, even though I felt like I was being strangled por an invisible force.
Maybe that was a sign that everyone, everything, wanted me gone. So gone I shall become.

I took note of my dreaming, and immediately woke up. I looked at my side table, where the cuchillo lay. Gripping...
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posted by snootygirl50701
 pheonix
pheonix
Fire's Shadow -proluage
___________________________________________________________________
" Evergrace,world of belligerence ,we are proud to announce that the queen's child has arrived! Princess Grace! " A tall skinny black suited man shouted over tears from the people screaming of joy.
The man stepped down as king Chase stepped up to the steps ready to speak with his deep voice. His blue eyes splashed across the crowd as his hair slanted to one side.
" with the baby here,I must say God bless to our newcomer. My first child is a beautiful child with weight of 3.31 pounds. She is healthy and...
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Chapter 1
A Tragic Loss




“Bye dad! Bye Jen!”
“You’re not going anywhere mister!” The person yelling was Jennifer Watson, A very kind person. But unfortunately she was also más than a little vain. Jennifer’s idea of a good time was dependant on how many parties she could visit before being dragged back home. She also happens to be my sister. Well I say sister; she’s actually my adoptive sister. I was adopted when I was 5 years old after my parents died in a esquiar, esquí de fondo accident. “If I have to clean this place up, then tu are too!”
“But there’s not much left and tu have everything...
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posted by dragonwriter
As time moves adelante, hacia adelante it makes me wonder how much can it change a person. o what it can change. When I look back to my past it gets me thinking abouthow much I have changed over the years. My perosnality to the type of people I am around.

Back when I was younger I had a lot of anger issues. I still do but over time I have been able to control them for the most part. I used to be good at school but that has changed dramatically as well. Now I am on the edge of failing my junior año of high school. It really does become a growing issue and it seems no matter where I look there is just no way...
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posted by GummyBears_11
 Me & Alyssa three days before she was kidnapped. Alyssa is the one on the bottom.
Me & Alyssa three days before she was kidnapped. Alyssa is the one on the bottom.
When I was 13, I heard the worst news ever.
My best friend had been kid-napped, and murdered.

I couldn't believe it.

As a matter of fact, I didn't.

I yelled and screamed. I kicked. I cried and tried to convince myself that it was all a lie.

I finally cracked and admitted it to myself when the news came on.

And they showed her dead body, lying there.

I missed her.

~

Two months later...

There was a knock on the door. I got off my cama and went to answer it.
It was the detective.

"Miss Johnson?" "Um.. yes?" "We found out who killed Alyssa." I gasped. "Come in!" He stepped inside. "I am only informing...
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posted by Isabella121797
-Chapter 3-
Goodbyes

I was on the marble steps in front of my high school. My friends were crowded around me and once again we were crying.
This was my final goodbye, my farewell.
We were all huddeled around each other as we took some final photos.
I knew the time had come when my driver pulled up in the black Mercedes.
They promised me they'd visit and facetime me 24/7.
That was a promise I hoped they kept.

I had the window rolled down the whole time as we drived away. I kept waving till they were out of sight, and thats when the tears really started to pour. I slumped against the back asiento and tried...
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posted by StarsGoBlue
Chapter 4: Side Of A Bullet

Nicole had just woken up, and was still half asleep. Her body was cramped up from her sleeping position. Her arms were thrown above her head and her head was turned to the  crook of her neck.  Nicole rolled her sore body toward her small metal dresser and flung her arms behind her messy head. Nicole made an attempt to roll herself off her bunk, but froze when she heard distant footsteps outside her door. 
"Get up!"
Baird kicked in the door to her room, which caught Nicole off guard. She let out a small yelp and tumbled off her bed. 
"Mornin', Sunshine!  Ready to...
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posted by Itachi_lover
Today.
Today was the day.
The día I was going to find out was he really my older brother?
I met him when I was 8. When both my foster parents died.
He was there trying to make me feel better. He was nice and kind. From that día on he was always por my side making me slime whenever I was upset.
Some friends of my real parents dicho that I had a brother but they never knew what happened to him. I truly hope that he is my brother. He was 3 years older than me and they say that he was about 3 years older than I was.


I couldn't wait for the blood test to be over.
But what if he really wasn't my brother.
Would...
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posted by shenelopefan
Dejé mi corazón abierto. Pero tú no entendiste. No viste lo que en realidad ha sucedido. Quise explicártelo pero sabía que no entenderías. Me considerarías demente, loca, pensarías que he perdido la cabeza. Que la he perdido por ti.

No puedo decir que la perdí completamente, pero puedo contarte lo que he perdido por ti. Ahora soy normal y detesto ser de esta forma. No puedo volar si soy esto, sólo estoy encadenada a ti, por un vínculo que ni tú ni yo hemos podido decidir.

Pero no voy a quejarme de estar ligada a ti. He aprendido a aceptarlo. He aprendido a vivir. Todo gracias a ti....
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posted by shenelopefan
Para todos aquellos que hablen español o lo entiendan, aquí les dejo un poema que escribi hace mucho tiempo ya



Nunca había visto caer la lluvia así

Sólo cae

Mientras tú vuelves a casa

La lluvia cae

Pasaron tres horas sin tu regreso

Aún te espero en la puerta

No busco la lluvia

Espero tu vuelta

Pasaron membrillo, fiesta de quince años

Te sigo esperando afuera

Aun contengo tu sonrisa

Esperando que llueva

Pero ahora es muy tarde

La lluvia ha cesado

Y aun espero tu llegada

Sigo esperando tu mirada