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Part 1

Alexis walked side by side withElyon, who had been waiting patiently outside the door for her to get ready. Her shoes slapped off the ground and her long pinifor swayed by her knees, she wrapped her long arms around her upper body feeling the chill of the large building.
"You will get used to it," Elyon murmered peering in the classroom as they past them."It's normlly warmer at night, but thats in the main building, not here I'm afraid," she saidrubbing at her own goosebumps. "We arent alloeed to wear anything else butthe uniform, against pollicy...though they get to wear-" she stopped catching herself before she could go any further. Alexis stopped, notticing the slip. She waitied for ELyon to stopp and turn back before questioning her.
"They?" She сказал(-а) putting her hands on her waist. Elyon bit her bottom lip and looked around.
"We better hurry up," she сказал(-а) pulling at Alexis's shoulder. But Alexis pulled away from her grip.
"What is going on Elyon? What is it Ты are not telling me?" Elyon started to mumble that they would be late but Alexi hushed her. the truth was that they already were late, and Alexis didnt want to walk in late and new. Elyon looke dodwn at her shoes before finally looking up to stare Alexis right in the eyes.
"This isn't exactly a normal school, Alexis. There are some people that live here and are different,' She сказал(-а) playing with her fingers. ALexis scrunched up her face and shook her head.But before she could ask any еще Elyon continued. "they have these gifts, like magic...they don't wear our uniform...i dont know how to explain it..them. But the only attend for these classes, then they leave to go back to their own private building." Alexis still didn't understand.
"But how do Ты know this? How do know that they have...gifts?"Alexis asked lowering her voice. Elyon looked ashamed.
"Because should be going to that school, Alexis I was a Primrose Student!"

Sorry have to end this on here, I will be putting part 2 up tommorow.

Thanks for Чтение x
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Regen wusch die Gräue von логово, ден Fenstern und ließ sie über логово, ден Asphalt ergießen.
Klamm schien die Luft, die unter der Last des Nebels unangenehm warm war, einem Nebel, der die Stadt in ein Gewirr von Spinnweben und Unkenntlichkeit hüllte.
All das, und ein fortwährendes leises Gemurmel füllten логово, ден Hintergrund des Geschehens.
Im Mittelpunkt saß ein Mann, gebeugt, mit dem Rücken zur Fensterseite gedreht, auf einem feuchten Holzstuhl und ergab sich seiner introspektiven Wahrnehmung.
Obwohl er seinen Blick nicht hob, schien es ihm, als beobachte er die Menschenmassen,...
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posted by para-scence
I ran down the pathway, my long blond ponytail whipping me in the face each time I checked to see how far I was ahead of Brandon. He was still far away, and Mommy and Daddy were even farther behind.

"Irina! Mommy and Daddy сказал(-а) not to go too far!" Brandon complained. I stopped in my tracks, and groaned.

"We're not too far! I can still see 'em," I said. Brandon pouted, not satisfied. I sighed. "Fine. We'll wait for them." Finally, after waiting forever, Daddy and Mommy finally caught up to us. I ran up to them, and Dad put his arm on my shoulder. Brandon held Mommy's hand. Mommy smiled at the...
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posted by alexmswann
It was three o’clock on a Friday and the колокол, колокольчик, белл had finally rung for school to be out for the weekend. I hurriedly shoved my Книги in my book bag and headed for the door ready to be out of school.
“Oh wait, Alisa could Ты come here for a quick second,” my English teacher, Mrs. Thompson asked. I turned around wishing I could be out this school. She was a very tall and light skinned lady, in her mid-thirties. She had long stringy black hair and big brown eyes. Ты would probably think she was a retired model. I quickly went to her стол письменный, стол trying not to seem I was rushing her.
“Um I just wanted...
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posted by para-scence
The Далее morning, despite being deprived of sleep, I was wide awake. Carmine was in the kitchen, Nikolai getting ready for work in his room. I frowned when I saw Carmine in his work uniform.

"I thought..." I began. He shook his head, his mouth full of cereal.

"I gotta work today. We'll go another день though, ok?" he said.

"When are Ты off...?" I asked.

"Next weekend," he answered. I groaned.

"Seriously?!"

"Sorry! Ты know, Ты could get a job too, y'know!" he shouted. I clamped my mouth shut. Carmine never yells at me. Ever. "Y'know, Ты complain about Nikolai all the time! You're just as bad!"...
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posted by para-scence
The Далее week was spent somewhat like that first day. We went to the park almost everyday. It wasn't that bad actually. It was kind of funny to see Jezebel and and Aspen run around like psychos. I was actually starting to warm up to Scout as well. It was cool to just talk to someone my age that was a girl too. I never had the chance to do that at school или home. I really like Aspen too. She's very mature for her age, when she wants to be. She has no problem goofing around like a little kid. She likes to talk about a bunch of things. I've become very close with her too.

Then soon came the Sunday...
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posted by Insight357
We went back to Alexander’s apartment after getting Lucy. Xander and Lucy had been sitting on the couch. He was fussing at her for running off.
    “I can’t believe Ты didn’t tell me where Ты were going,” Xander’s lip curled up.
    “I didn’t think Ты cared! Ты aren’t my damned guardian!” Lucy spat back defensively.
    “Maybe not, but I care about Ты Lucy. I Любовь you,” Xander looked down. My eyes were open wide, but I pretended like I wasn’t there.
    “I-I Любовь you, too,” Xander...
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posted by para-scence
A faint beeping noise entered my room of darkness. I squeezed my eyes shut even more, afraid to open my eyes again and see nothing. There was the noise again. And again. It sounded in a steady pattern. The еще I comfheard it, the еще it reminded me of where I was. Before, when it was complete silence, it felt surreal, like it was all a bad dream. Now it was a constant reminder that there was nothing left for me. I cried, and a wet tear rolled down my cheek. A tear? But when I died, I'd felt nothing. I couldn't feel или taste the blood that had been running down my lips. I couldn't feel the...
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posted by itchygum
I sat in my bed, watching the минуты tick by on my clock. 10:51 . . . 10:52. I rolled on my side, thinking about the Далее day, the first день of school. I was a strait A student and also a bit of a badass. Where did I fit in? My eyelids became heavy, harder to open every time I blinked, until they didn't open.
I felt a nudge, my mom waking me up. "Get dressed," she whispered in my ear. I dragged to my dresser, pulling out my розовый Aeropostale рубашка and a pair of skinny jeans.
My mom dropped me off and kissed my forehead, so embarrassing, but typical mom. "Hey Ana-rebel!" Called Brooke, pretty...
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posted by Insight357
“Yes, I am,” I сказал(-а) calmly. I felt sick to my stomach even as I сказал(-а) it.
    “Why?” asked Grey as if it were not obvious.
    “I Любовь him,” I said.
    “I thought Ты loved me,” she said, tears in her eyes. Although I saw tears, I also saw hate and fire.
    “You were mistaken,” I said, it was cruel, but true. I loved Alexander еще than her.
    “Why don’t Ты Любовь me?” she asked.
    “You raped me, and I married Ты only because the baby,” I said....
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As I enter the kitchen, I see my mom chopping carrots and putting them in a pot full of stew. "Hi Mom! What's that?" My long citrus оранжевый юбка sways underneath the air conditioning vent. "I'm making vegetable stew. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. "I'll get it!" I call. I run towards the wooden door and I turn the bronze-colored knob. A man with shaggy dark brown hair appears behind the door. "Hello. Is your mother here?" Who is this guy? "Yes. She's in the kitchen." I make a left towards the small кухня and my mom looks at me. "It's for you." I mouth the words silently. "Oh!" My mom, walks...
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posted by para-scence
About three months have passed, and text messages and calls have stopped. It made me feel sad, but at least I knew they had moved on. At least they weren't devoting their lives to worrying about me.

Then one день before work, I had drove to the edge of town to the grocery store. I had paid for all my things, I was leaving when I noticed a bulletin board. It was the ones where missing people were posted. One in particular caught my attention. It was a picture of me from a party, I was all smiles and waving at the camera. Missing: Kodi Hunter. Last seen: **/**/** Hair color: brown. Eye color: brown....
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posted by StarWarsFan7
Three hours after Darla left and everything's fine at the shop. A teen with dirty blond hair and hazel eyes enters the store. He looks like... "Steven?" Steven stops in his steps. "Bree?" "Yeah. What are Ты doing here?" I ask. "To buy something? Do Ты know where the Конфеты is?" "Yeah it's in section two." I point towards the секунда section in the store. The Магазин smells like vanilla and chocolate. Probably because of the ice cream that have been melting in the corner of the store. Which reminds me... "Steven, would Ты like to work here?" I ask to break the silence. "Sure. I need a job." Steven...
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posted by StarWarsFan7
Ugh. Being an eighth grade student in a huge middle school is a horrible thing. Large crowds, long lines, piles of homework and nasty teachers! But lucky for me, I'm еще motley than anyone else. As I walk down the long beige hallway to my секунда period class, I see my BFFFL (Best Female Friend For Life), McKenna Winston. "Bree! Bree! I need Ты A.S.A.P!" My spunky blond pigtailed friend grabs my hand and runs towards the girls' restroom. "What the heck do Ты need McKenna? I need to get to class before-" I see Письмо on the bathroom wall. McKenna reads it aloud. "Bree Komor and McKenna Winston...
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posted by Insight357
    After dinner, everyone scattered out in the Temple, and Elizabeth was going to go to her room. She walked out of the dining room and into the corridor. She didn’t know where to go so she decided to go left; she wandered around when she finally took a right. She opened up a door. Elizabeth peered inside; she saw Wyatt, Lucifer, and Xavier sitting around a giant, red pentagram in the center of the room. They did not hear the door open.
    She watched them thoughtfully. Wyatt was the leader of the Temple. Therefore, he was doing most of the talking....
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posted by black_13
What do Ты think of this poem? Is it too wierd или depressing?

Caged

It’s my life yet I’m not permitted to live it
Because I’m sick of the tiny little locked cage
Did nobody tell Ты the most important thing?
Little girl’s gonna grow up someday, honey

The день has come when the box is too small
You repressed, demoralized child’s matured
She’s become – shock horror – a teenager
Just an isolent сука and nothing more

You say she shouldn’t eat so much
But Ты force her to stuff her face
You say her skin’s bad, why?
You the one who never taught her to wash it

It’s as if you’ve completely...
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She fell to the floor and wept, and the jar shook
The день ended on a cold note for the cold night
He had her сердце sealed in a jar, fragile and trapped
Until he had his moment and let go
With little strength, she had saved it and ran
She had ran until the darkness was unbearable,
As she wept, the jar shivered in her arms

Her dark blue eyes were drenched
And her mind was a dark, narrow corridor.
Her heat prolonged in entrapment,
Torturing her unknowingly with each eternity-like moment.

Finally, she ceased her overwhelming emotions,
Now silent and pondering
Distracted, the jar fell, and shattered at her feet
He’s gone. He’s gone! The words danced in her mind.
Her сердце was free, and she was free

She got to her feet, no longer stumbling
And the shattered jar crunched under her feet
There was no еще pain.
~~~~~~~~
...Yeah, I know it kinda sucks. Like I said, first attempt. :/
posted by BURITOES
Ok, so I just want to write a little summary to my story that I want to write called A Place of Our Own I'm basically Письмо this to see if people will like it, and if they do, I'll write more. :)


So anyways, it's about a Hollie, 17 год old girl who has an alcoholic mother and a step father who abuses her as well as her 12 год old sister, Amy. Hollie's been in a 3 год on/off relationship with a heroin addicted boyfriend, Danny. When a close call puts Danny in the hospital, he promises Hollie that he'll quit and they'll find a better life. This causes Hollie to realize that she needs to leave Главная and find help herself.


So yeah, if Ты liked this, please Комментарий and there WILL be more. Thanks. :)
posted by inexplicable
It´s autumn. It´s just a день like everyone else. I´m sitting on a bench. The air around me is cold and the sky´s color is оранжевый now, because there will be sunset soon. There is a фонтан in front of me. It has a red- brown color and there are statues on it. I can hear the sound of the ice cold water. There are еще benches around the fountain, but today there aren´t so much people sitting there as usual. I´m visiting this place pretty often. I´m sitting still on the bench and thinking. Sometimes I observe the people in the street. I can see their long shadows on the ground. It´s the...
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posted by woofbark
This is based on a true story, which has been featured on a few ghost shows. However, I tweaked this "ghost story" a little, and I hope Ты enjoy!



Sariff was a kind and beautiful woman who spent most of her life around the calm, cool waters of an unnamed lake.

It was there she swam.
It was there she read.
It was there she surfed.
It was there, on July Fourth, 1990, Sariff was murdered.

No one knew who it was, besides the fact that he was a man. And maybe, that had something to do with the fact that only men drowned at Sariff Lake.

Twenty men a год died, despite a large amount of lifeguards....
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posted by stevie_fan98
I fell faster and faster, tumbling through the air. I knew, from the agony of hitting the ground, of several ribs cracking, that this was real, еще real than any experience I had ever had in my entire life, but I also knew, that once I had passed through this pain barrier, once I came back to consciousness, that the whole rest of my life, would seem еще real than the Назад one. Already it seemed like I had been seeing it through blurry eyes.

Gemma Conrad was walking down Grand Terrace when suddenly it began to start a decline, where there wasn’t meant to be one. She looked down at her...
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