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posted by FreeAwesomeness
The way tu killed me…and so many more…
Why? What’s the point?
For yourself? Earning yourself money?
Is that it? That’s all?

You don’t care about us in the least!
You don’t care about the pain tu put so many through!
How could you? How can you?
You’re just ruthless, and nothing else

You’re just doing it so tu can survive!
You’ll do anything for that!
You don’t care about what tu put us through!
You’ll steal our ability to survive so tu can yourself!

Why?

Because you’re selfish
And careless
And if tu want to stay like that, be my guest
By my guest to let me kill you

There is a price...
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First Name: Sayori(you are called Sayorihime at your temple)
Last Name: Tsukine
Age: 16
Height: 5’7
Weight: 121
Eye Color: Pink
Hair Color: Black(straight short bangs, straight long hair that goes down to your knees and the end of the hair is straight)
Personality: Stubborn, clever, smart, tactician, strong-willed, kind and caring(but doesn’t admit it because of stubbornness)
Info: tu are the descendant of a very strong and powerful miko* named Mizuhahime. tu have strong powers, strong enough that if a demon absorbs you, its powers will increase por 100X and if mated with a half demon, the child...
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White. White everywhere. i pushed myself farther, made pain ripped at my sides, as the cold stabbing breeze lifted the hair off my bleeding chapped lips. I stepped farther not knowing where i was going. Another sharp breeze burned my face as tears refused to fall from my aching eyes. Been so long since i laid my head to rest. My feet slowly going numb leaving me to face the cold alone. I was at war. A war with the icy breeze,and with myself. Trusting no one.

I tried so hard to impress them. To get them to amor me. To gain their friendship. No one knows me. No one will find me. No one is looking....
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As an outcast, Adeena had always felt for the underdog because she saw herself in them. The queens daughters grew up in a palace. Normal french folks grew up in a village of some sort. But Adeena...Adeena grew up in village of caravans.Her father called a "tent city" because the poorest of folks could only to live there. But despite the stereotypes, she was still distanced from other children simply for being a gypsy.

"Ha..as if being a gypsy overrides every decent thing I've ever done" Adeena pondered, "If they changed the name of a rose, it would still smell as sweet. If they changed my culture,...
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Thirty minutos later, the concierto starts and I automatically put my earbuds in to listen to me amazing music. The band walks on stage and I imediately notice the singer, Aiden. I may hate him, but he is stunning. He has gorgeous medium length shaggy black hair and brownish black eyes. He looked so good. As they started singing, I blanked out. I didn't want to hear their scaring music. I might die is I listen to it!
The guitarist, Derek, the one Lillian is still in amor with, has black hair with white highlights. He has this cuteness about him. I'm not saying I like him, but I can kinda see...
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Ivypool PVO☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Ivypool padded beside Toadstep outside the camp. It was a full moon night and Toadstep and Ivypool were chosen to go... They had just been out hunting with Dovewing, Lionblaze and Cinderheart. Ivypool and Toadstep had found all of the mice nest and brang in tons of prey for the Clan. Seeing as it was leaf-fall everybody praised her and Toadstep for catching so much prey.
Squirrelflight was purring and eating prey with Leafpool who was now another medicine cat again Ivypool noticed they were so close as she walked out...
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As ancient as mother Earth’s treachery
Caught in the line of Athena’s sight
Left alone to travel in this treacherous world
She walks in beauty, like the night

Though with beauty comes this fight of death
In this quest she fails though she tries
Eternally alone in this fateful dark
Of cloudless climes and starry skies

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent
How could it after what happened?
My pain unbearable, yet it happily shines
I look on from Artemis’s tent
As the sun sets on the sea that took his life

The smiles that win, the tints that glow
I will never forget my amor for him
As a Huntress I now see Hermes
With the soul of the lost he flies off like a crow
Till we meet again, farewell my love
CHAPTER SEVEN:
I return to my apartment, and turn off the police radio, which is only reporting the incident I was involved with earlier that night. I suddenly feel tired once again, and this shocks me. As I lay back on the couch, I continue thinking of Pike, and my first night of being a vampire.
CRYSTAL FALLS: 1850
I hesitate, and then follow Perry outside. Only moments ago, I found myself full of anger, yet at the same time, worry, although not for my own sake, but for my father’s, who is still asleep in the other room. For some odd reason, I am in pain, not from my wound, which has disappeared...
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CHAPTER FIVE:
The rest of the school día passes por uneventfully. I learn nothing about Pike’s location. I only see Harold once más throughout the day, in Chemistry class. I still can’t explain my fascination with him. At lunch I tell Danny how I’ve befriended Harold, and this seems to please him, for it seems Harold is also a friend of his. “He’s unbelievably modest. That guy’s a true genius. All the teachers can’t believe how smart he is. He even was allowed to skip the senior year.” He says. “Why didn’t he do it?” I ask curiously. “Because he doesn’t have…” Danny...
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CHAPTER THREE:
CRYSTAL FALLS, CALIFORNIA
OCTOBER 27, 1995
It is five AM when I finally enter Crystal Falls. The sun has not yet appeared over the horizon. After entering the town, I spare no time searching for the apartment complex. I spot it after driving around the suburban area for about fifteen minutes. I park my car outside of the building I am looking for, and climb up two flights of stairs to unlock the door. Then, I race down the stairs and quickly grab all my things I packed and mover them into the apartment with ease. I switch on the news and find that another victim has been found near...
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posted by ejenk1025
Chapter 3

So. It's the weekend and I have nothing to do. Im still stuck on why Lucas didn't kiss me. Is there something wrong with me? (Laughs) Who am I kidding? I'm Brooke Davis. Nothing's wrong with me. EXCEPT LUCAS WONT kiss ME! To dramatic? Yeah... I know. Anyway, I guess i'll go to Peyton's house. Hang out there o something.

"Hey." dicho Peyton
"Hey."
"I'm glad tu came over. I was bored as hell." dicho Peyton
"Where's Nathan?
"In his room. Playing wideo games with one of his friends I guess." dicho Peyton

As I walk into Nathan's room to say "Hi" I notice the most shockingly thing ever!

"Lucas?"...
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posted by FanFictionsOnMe
I shrug my shoulders. "I'm being honest with you.I never did it.Why don't tu believe me?" The police men grab my arms and lift me up high. All I can feel is their clinched wrists and heavy weight under me. They drawn me to the Lab Emergency Room,and...gave me a thick shot with Ketamine inside. A drug that makes your memory leave tu and passed out. It did so to me.



I hear footsteps coming from the metal door and woke me up. I thought it was a dream at first site of this morning. The step's sounds came closer and closer. I'm half asleep and I don't remember anything. How to talk. How to eat....
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This is A story of tragic, betrayal, and romance blooms through a time of desperate and dark times. This story has no relation to any actual historical events, and anything depicted in this story is not true and did not take place in actual French history. This story was made for entertainment purposes, and only a name of a few locations actually exists.



In the late 1800s, Alchemy was a major part of European Culture, but was prohibited por the Church, for Alchemic teachings went against God’s teachings and the Catholic beliefs. In a Small town off the borderlines of Paris France, a middle...
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Very few people in the modern world obtain their comida supply por hunting and gathering in the natural environment surrounding their homes.This method of harvesting from nature's provision is the oldest known subsistence strategy and has been pratised for at least 2 million years.It was,indeed,the only way to obtain comida until rudimentary farming and the domestication of wild animales were introduced about 10 000 years ago.

Because hunter-gatherers have fared poorly in comparison with their agricultural cousins,their numbers have dwindled,and they have been forced to live in marginal environments,such...
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sorry guys i haven't been escritura once again i am very busy so i have not had a chance to write but i will finish soo i can start the 8th grade guide which i will update hopefully....but i will start now.

So school has started and so far so good.The first days we talk about rules and expectations they have. But after that week is over they just kinda start with stuff. The first few weeks of 7th grade were good we voted for school officers, and of course Cassie won vice president(she was the only one running). tu see Cassie is a "Triple P." She's Pretty, Popular, and Peppy. She is a Pom, she...
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posted by ZekiYuro
Immediately,Yurin decided to make a list,called:"How to punish stupid Kai for forgeting Yurin Hasana's birthday"
1.Divorce,oh no no.Yurin won't let him "fall in love" with his work conveniently.
2.Beat him when he goes home,and let him suffer all the anger of his wife.
3.Throw him away from the cama room,let him sleep with the sofa for a long long time.
4.Try not to eat the comida he cooks.
5.Eat outside with Akira in mornings and afternoons and evenings(Kai never wants me to eat outside,haha)
And Yurin wrote más and más happily....until a parcel was sent to her.
-Ah,Akira and Karen's gifts,Yahooooooooo!!!!...
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posted by ZekiYuro
On the first days,everything went alright.Kai phoned her every time and every where.He talked to her so much that she felt he was still at home.But sometimes she talked to him,and just realized that he was absent when she received no answers.
But until today,it was completely terrible.Yurin was bored,Kai had been going abroad for 1 week,and in her dictionary "1 week" didn't mean"a few days".No comida any más in the fridge,dirty clothes was full in the washing machine....and so many unconvenient things happened.Kai didn't phone her too.Despite of not wanting to say it,but Yurin had to admit that...
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There’s nothing I hate más than being trapped, but that’s exactly what I am. All because of my stupid, small bladder, I just had to go to the bathroom. So I went into the bank to use theirs, because nothing could go wrong, right?

Wrong, which is just my luck. Just as I leave the bathroom a group of guys decide to rob the bank. Just peachy. One of the guys yells at us to get down on the ground and we obey. Then he tells us to give him our phones. Oops. I accidentally left mine in my bolso, monedero in the bathroom. When he gets to me I tell him this, he’s not really happy about this. Now he’s...
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I deny the truth,
But really,
That is nothing.
I do that just to protect myself.

I cannot let the truth overcome me
All at once,
I must let it come at me
Pieces por pieces.

The truth is always shocking,
At many times sad.
But I must accept the truth
Even after a while.
Because denying the truth
Is like lying to myself

Denying the truth hurts my soul
But it also protects my soul at the same time.
I don't know what to believe.
It's all too shocking for me.

I deny the truth.
I protect my soul.
I protect myself.
But I also hurt myself.
I know what happened,
I know that your parents are divorced,
because I was the first
tu told.
I want to help you,
but I don't know
what all that
pressure
and sorrow feels like.
Like you're drowning
in a pool of tears
and your friends
are just watching and
laughing,
like it's a joke.
But it's not a joke,
it's your life.
They aren't even
your friends,
they are just people
who say they earned
that title.
I don't understand.
My parents aren't
divorced,
they don't fight
every time when
they see each
others face.
I can't help.
But you're
my friend.
My best
friend.
And I will
try to help.
I will stand por
your side even when
we are miles away.
Because even though
it might not feel like it,
tu are never
alone.