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He kissed Ты slowly, and the feeling of Любовь drowned your senses. A hug. A kiss. And Ты went further on.

Ты walk home, feeling amazing, beautiful, wonderful and every other feeling of happiness and love. The sky seems full of joy and the blue is blinding. The clouds have mixed shapes and sizes, each much еще different than the other.

Ты enter your room and sit at the warmest corner in your room and smile at the thoughts of that special someone. Then your eyes blacken out.

Death. Hate. Depression. Bitterness. Sorrow. Murder.

Ты shake your head at the thoughts and push try to push them out. A feeling of emptiness fills your inner soul. Ты grab the нож under your постель, кровати from when Ты were eating арбуз and stick it in your back pocket.

A strong urge fills you. Ты can’t control it. Ты walk out your door and towards the person Ты love.

He is texting his friend about how much he loves you. Ты lift the нож into the air and try to hold back. Ты fingers cringe, trying to press the нож against his neck.

Ты feel the guilt slipping through your ears and cool off your neck. Ты let out a quiet sigh and smile. Ты are glad that Ты didn’t kill. Ты slowly lose grip of the нож and it slips out of your fingers, landing on his shoulder and gracefully gliding down his arm. A long scar scrapes his arm and the нож is stuck at the very end.

He falls down to the floor and looks around wildly to find the person in charge. His eyes fill with tears and disappoint when he sees that Ты are the cause of this. A twisted frown of hatred fills his expression.

Ты begin to cry and find a way to apologize for the harm just caused.

“I’m sorry.” Ты whisper and cry a lot more.

He gives a glare.

“How could you?” He slowly stutters.

“I didn’t mean to. I don’t know.” Ты whisper.

His eyes begin to blink quickly, Показ he would be gone any second.

Ты run to his side and Kiss his lifeless lips.

“I’m sorry. I Любовь you.” Ты say slyly and step away from the body.
Hi Фаны of Writing! I bet we all experienced Writer's Block before, heck, all writers must have. It's frustrating isn't it? So I devised 5 steps to get rid of it and get rid of it fast. If it doesn't work, devise your own plan, but here's mine.
P.S. If Ты don't know what Writer's Block is или if Ты haven't experienced it yet, I'm not giving an explanation so find out what it's like first!

Step 1: Don't Panic
-Panicking или fussing over your running out of inspiration will just make things worse and definitly lead straight to mind blank mode. So just relax and do something else other than writing....
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posted by DxCFan123
I walked into class and sat in a сиденье, место, сиденья Далее to Skye.
"Hello, class. I am Mrs. Marrow. I will be your English teacher for this semester. Without further to do, let's introduce our 2 new students. Skye Rope, come on up!"
Skye jumped out of her сиденье, место, сиденья and ran to the front of the classroom.
"Umm, hi! My name is Skye... Oh, by the way, it's spelled with an 'e' at the end. Not 'sky' like, as in, like, 'The sky is blue.' Umm.. I like turtles, pandas, cartoons, Ты know which Мультики I like? I like Almost Naked Animals, Cyber Space, Fetch with Ru-"
"That is all, Skye. Now, Sam Fitzpatrick."
I blushed, as...
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posted by para-scence
There's no such thing as "fitting in" apparently.

I was observing I guess Ты could say, the students at the school. The kids who were "popular" were very obvious; they had huge crowds around them, and were Актёрское искусство very obnoxious. Apparently this rank was дана to Ты at birth или something. Kids who were "losers" were not allowed to socialize with these kids at all.

I pity the losers.

Not that I wasn't one either, because it's obvious that I was. Not even the other losers would talk to me... Not that I wanted them to. I was better off just being by myself. So I avoided Jezreel and Emery as much...
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Hi!, this is my new story that I have started and I hope Ты like it! By the way, I have this story on here also (link link) Thanks, comment!:D

I never plan out anything. I never know whats gonna happen, I don't have anything under my control. I didn't plan on falling in love, или losing myself as time went by. It just happens.
October
I walked down the gray colored sidewalk that was buried under fallen leaves to my bus stop. The sky was gray and gloomy, filled with clouds. As I approached my bus stop, I noticed John wasn't there. John was a quiet freshman that only talked when needed. I stood...
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posted by WildCherryWolf
Dear Alex,


My last letter didn't do justice to the hurt Ты did. Not even slightly.


For days, I would lock myself in the bathroom at lunch, and be afraid of the teasing I was subject to when I came out. Your Друзья were all idiots, Ты know that? Stealing your phone, texting me and making me feel like I had a chance.

In our last argument, Ты told me I lie too much. Yeah right. Everybody lies. Even you.

At one point, the pain built up, and I just had to let it pour. I hid in my room, just crying and wishing I had aimed my affection at my schoolwork, not some jerk who ruined my life.

Then, you...
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Max awoke the Далее the morning with a slight wet feeling... Simba had wet the bed! "Simba!!" I yelled as I jumped out of

bed quickly, he sat up and looked at me then felt the wet sheet's himself "Not again!" Simba сказал(-а) as he to jumped out of

bed soaking wet, "Didn't I train Ты not to do that?" I asked as I walked over to the dresser to find some new cloth's

"Well ya Ты did but I had a.... wet dream heh.. and I drank a lot before I went to постель, кровати so I couldn't hold it." Simba сказал(-а)

as he pulled the sheet's off the постель, кровати "Well we're gonna have to clean them now." Simba сказал(-а) as he sighed balling up...
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posted by para-scence
His footsteps seemed to echo throughout the house, as he grew nearer and nearer. I braced myself; ready to defend myself if things got ugly. He appeared from the family room, and folded his arms.

"Cosette," he сказал(-а) in his deep voice. I bit my tongue. There was a long pause as he looked me over. Then he cleared his throat. "You've... been slacking on your chores. Your room's a mess. Get to work," he ordered, then disappeared. I stood there, dumbfounded. I looked at Franklin, who shrugged sadly.

I went upstairs, to my room. Again, it felt like I didn't belong here. I slowly walked in, observing...
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posted by Luna-Lacrimosa
 A lonely skeleton, the body and mind may be dead, but the сердце isn't. It won't die until it finds its love.
A lonely skeleton, the body and mind may be dead, but the heart isn't. It won't die until it finds its love.
"Ad occursum futurum....but for now, Eien ni kimi ga shiawase de iru koto Tada negatteru... Tatoe sore ga donna ni sabishikututemo.tsurakutemo..." "Your sins are burried in red and black roses.."

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"
A pair of eyes shot open as the dark-haired boy jolted himself out of his nightmare. His eyes searched the room fearfully as he clutched the pristine white sheets between his white knuckles. His breathing was erratic and his сердце rate was beating at the rate of an animal being chased by a vicious predator. He continued Актёрское искусство this way for a few минуты before he began to calm...
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posted by para-scence
Ace was still at my house a week later. I'd managed to get no information from anyone on when Echo was coming back. It couldn't be much longer, right? She had to come back sometime. I began to worry. They were bound to find out why she cut herself. What would happen when she got back? Would they take her and Ace away? Would I ever see her again?

I became very lonely.

I ate lunch alone. I went Главная alone. I did everything alone at school. I had no other Друзья at school; not that I was complaining. I didn't really want any other friends. Echo was the greatest friend I could ever ask for. It'd...
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posted by ttmrktmnrfn0830
With this new story, I wanna write a horror story.

It's called Imaginary:

Sierra, a young six год old from Ocean Gate, New Jersey, dies from a car accident and a broken skull. Meanwhile, Molly, from Bayville, gets a new friend. Her name is Sierra.

As Molly's parents notice their daughter Актёрское искусство strange, they start to worry. She always asks to set the таблица for an extra person, and she always talks to herself in her room.

Sierra is being fueled by something that's in their house, and she's feeding supernaturally off of Molly's body, and strange things start to happen in the house.

Anonymous laughing, horrifying screams, eerie whispering, problems with the power, and worse. Molly gets weaker.

On this Сверхъестественное journey, Molly's parents will try to fight something that's beyond them, whatever it takes to save their daughter's life.



In loving memory of Sierra, a childhood friend. I still miss you, and I know your brother does, too!
posted by Skitty_Love
"Mmm this чай is delicious. Many thanks Soul." Professor Rhinestone сказал(-а) charmingly. I quickly nodded. "Yes! Will we be starting training soon?" He looked up at me, is fuchsia colored bangs covering his shinning eyes. "Very well. We need to Ты to be вверх Taoloid, after all." He said, I showed him a little smile. "Yes!"

"Hyaaaaaaa!" I balanced the long bamboo pole on the tip of my index finger. "Aye, this is not gymnastics Soul, this is real. This is battle. Come at me." He held his pole in front of him in a dynamic position. "Uh...I.." His leery glare caught me. "Yes.. Hyaaaaaaaaaa!" I sprinted...
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posted by Insight357
We were all piled up in the car. Jack and Vince in the front while Sean and I were in the back. I think they did it on purpose. Sean and I had been fighting, on the verge of breaking up, type fighting. Jack and Vince didn’t want that to happen, apparently we were made for each other.
    Sean and I hadn’t сказал(-а) a word to each other since we were forced into the car. I had no clue were we were going, and I wasn’t about to ask Sean. Jack and Vince made a rule that I wasn’t allowed to talk to them either. I guess I could be a little annoying.
    I...
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posted by para-scence
I managed to get out of the house, with Dad and Kara thinking I was going to work. But instead, I went to Blake's house. He took me to the horse ranch again, and we rode horses. It was much easier than the first time.

After that though, I decided I should probably take my punishment. I stayed Главная all day, except the days I was actually working of course. Also with my punishment, I became Hera's chauffeur. I was stuck driving her to the movies, with a discount because of my employment there, to her friends' houses, and wherever else she wanted to go basically. She was so annoying. I took my...
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posted by para-scence
Blake

It was Valentine's Day. I'd never really liked the holiday. Girls always thought it was a "romantic day" and it was just.... annoying. This year, however, I was actually happy about it coming around. This year, I had Irina. She wasn't like most girls. She was different, and I Любовь that about her. I bought a bouquet of flowers; I was going to give them to her at lunch. I started eating outside with her, and that Briar girl that she introduced me to. That girl is strange, but sweet. I'll never forget when I met her:

"Blake, this is Briar," Irina introduced one день after school. This girl...
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Toyo was slumped over, half on the Стена and half on the floor. He clutched his throat with both of his pale hands, coughing uncontrollably. In a useless attempt to get up, Toyo stumbled and fell on his side, almost completely paralyzed by the desperate pain in his lungs and throat. If only he could get what he craved so badly...
Aiko has it. Aiko can give it to me.
"NO!" Toyo screamed, throwing himself at the door. Instead of it opening he crashed onto it and slumped on the floor again. His legs were utterly useless to him in this state. Panting heavily, he felt the pain lessen, and finally...
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posted by POPclogger216
"I..I didn't see you..you were over there, now you're here..oh my God," I say, pacing before he grabs my arm, stops me.
"Chill. Would Ты like to dance?" he asks. I say yes.
Hesitantly.
We dance, sometimes close, sometimes dancing so crazy we can't even see each other. But something weird happens during one of the dances. He pulls me close. I barely know him. And then, his hand around my waist, he almost grips me, as if in pain. And then burning, almost like a msall scratch a dog would give you. A sharp prickling runs through my lower back. I moan, softly, and I look at his face. His eyebrows...
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posted by wolfkirby
Me and Brittany got scared when the police Вопросы us and got push toward the cop car.
The boys got is trouble because of the пиво since they tried to make us drink.We had to tell them because u know there the police we didnt fell right when they got to rude and pushy.We got sorry for them since they went to jail for 3 days.
Luckly they werent part of the K.K.K.Kevin got alot еще nice after there jail time.They were not bullying any kids we have been dating so long that its a record for our town.The school was rebuilt,but Me,Brittany,and them knew it wasnt over yet.
posted by POPclogger216
"Why in the heck are Ты wearing that?" my mother asked. I looked into my full-body mirror in my bedroom inside this tiny apartment, studying the short, yellow, frilly gown. I sware to God..I gleam in this, Mom! I thought. "It looks еще like a scrap-of-a-dress." I ignored her.

It was the день of my high-school prom, the last prom I'd ever go to. I was going to graduate this summer. I sorta wanted to come out with a bang. My eyes, just like moms, looked bigger, darker, and gorgeous when I was wearing yellow. My choppy black hair seemed to shine more. This IS the perfect dress, I thought. My...
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I stroll down Western Avenue with a blue coin кошелек in my fragile hands. People in every direction as far as the eye can see. Neighbors being neighborly, store keepers selling and people riding the subway to work. Today happens to be a Saturday morning. And as usual, I awaken in the morning at six o'clock and dress. Every Saturday morning is the same old thing. I turn to the corner seeing the store I've been looking for. Roosevelt Island Shop. Yes. Indeed I live on the island of Roosevelt Island. It's very exhilirating to walk in the streets of our state of New York. As I enter the small shop,...
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Days go by Ты like a shadow,
Ты don’t live this life,
you’re becoming a shadow
of your destiny.



This cruel fate hates
your laughter,
loving your pain that
sleeps inside your
broken heart.



Broken and tired
of all these Остаться в живых fights,
your life becomes
invisible
and Ты don’t care anymore,
but Ты do,
Ты still do.



You’re trying to see
through this fog,
you’re still fighting
for that day,
the день of your peace.



Your path is full of
thorns that are stabbing Ты
directly into your hope,
tearing your soul apart,
you’re on the wings of powerlessness.