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        Beginning of Prologue
    
I opened my eyes to the bright sun shining in through my window. It was too bright that I had to squint. I rolled out of постель, кровати lazily and went to my closet to grab my clothes for today. I rubbed my eyes and looked into the mirror and saw my messy hair, it looked as if it were medusas hair. There was a knock on the door and the familiar voice called out my name like honey. “Jamie? Are Ты awake yet?” Nick asked through the door. Quickly, I ran to my bedroom door and flung it open and collapsed into his arms. His embrace was warm and comforting.
    
“Morning Nicky,” I had сказал(-а) to him ever so quietly. “What brings Ты so early this morning to my house? And who even let Ты in?” I glanced up at him.
    
Nick looked at me shockingly. “This early in the morning?” He mocked me in his ‘Jamie-like-voice’, “Pumpkin, it’s like 2 in the afternoon! What time did Ты go to постель, кровати last night? Who else would have let me in besides your mother? Yeah sure, I just magically poofed up a key and unlocked your front door and walked in.” He laughed and I hit him in the arm.
    
“Not funny Nicholas! And Ты know I don’t get a good night sleep because of my nightmares,” I trailed off silently. He hugged me close and kissed the вверх of my head. I pulled back and looked up at him. “I need to take a shower, so if Ты want to Ты can stay in my room and watch TV while I take my shower.” Nick nodded and sat on my постель, кровати picking up the remote.
    
I picked up my clothes and started walking out my bedroom door into the hallway. As I was doing so I felt eyes staring at me. I knew exactly what he was staring at. “Nick, eyes off my butt.” I сказал(-а) over my shoulder and with that the feeling went into the bathroom. Locking the bathroom door was always a habit for me, only because I have two younger brothers who are, at this age, becoming nosey или curious.

End of Prologue

    A few days have passed and each night I still wouldn’t get enough sleep because of this damn nightmare. Every night it’s a little different but it’s still the same. I would always be the one who is trying to get killed. The thing is I could not see my killer. The figure was all black and had red eyes. Almost like a demon. I would wake up and every time I would go back to bed, the dream would start all over.

When I first started to have this dream I told Nick about it. He used to joke about the dream, until one night he saw the figure in his dream. He witnessed me trying to be killed by this figure. Nick was forced to watch the figure hunt me down. He couldn’t Переместить because he was Холодное сердце stiff. He couldn’t help me. Nick was terrified after that. He’s now always worried if we don’t talk for a long period of time. He always checks in on me. Always.

Someone shook my shoulder taking me out of my deep thought. We were driving home, from the ice cream Магазин from our fifth date, in Nick’s car. I looked over at him and he smiled slightly. “Are Ты okay, pumpkin? Ты seem out of it?” He questioned me. I looked out the window as he asked me a секунда time.

We stopped at a red light. “Oh, I’m fine. I was just thinking.” Suddenly, I saw it. The black figure was standing right Далее to my side window. I screamed and Nick jumped.

“Jamie, what’s the matter!?” He asked alarmed. I looked at him then I pointed out my side window but the figure was gone and I was hyperventilating. “Jamie, nothing is there, pumpkin.”

"It . . . It was there!” I сказал(-а) still hyperventilating.

The light turned green and people behind us were honking at us for us to move. Nick drove вперед and continued to drive me home. When he pulled into my driveway he was silent. Maybe he thought I was crazy. I sighed ever so quietly. He didn’t even lean over to give me a quick peck on the lips. Not even a Kiss on the cheek. I could feel the water works starting so as fast as I could I opened the car door and ran to my house flinging the front door open. I could hear the car door slam as Nick started to run after me.

I tripped on the corner of the mat at the front door and fell. I was starting to get up when I got pushed back down. But no one was pushing me with their hands. It was like there was an invisible force there pressing hard on my shoulders to keep me down. Wide eyed I looked towards the front door to see Nick staring at me as well. He could see I was having trouble trying to get up. Just then the door slammed shut and I could see Nick run up to it and jiggle the doorknob. It was locked.

I was so frightened. Just so frightened for my life and as for the look in Nick’s eyes I can see he is frightened just as much.
posted by Insight357
I sat on a black, leather couch, starring at the deep blue walls. I was in Alexander’s office, for my appointment. I’d come here straight from the cathedral. My hair was tangled, and messy. I still wore plaid pajama bottoms, and an old, gray tee shirt.
    I came to a realization last night. Today, I would make my move. I have done enough to hold my own. Now I could be happy…Maybe.
    I debated whether, или not I should tell Alexander about Lucy. Dr. Anozi would’ve liked the idea, but I’m not sure about Dr. Laveney.
    I also...
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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 Insight357
I ran my hand through my tired hair. I fell asleep on the attic floor last night, after my outburst. I was tired, and ached everywhere. What a night it had been.
    I took my weight of the gurney I had been leaning on. I was at the hospital today, to help calm this schizophrenic man. I arrived here at seven this morning, and had to leave before noon. I couldn’t miss Lucy’s appointment at Social Services.
    It was eight-thirty now, and I was getting ready to meet my patient. He was in the emergency room, with the doctor. He’d had a nervous breakdown,...
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posted by Insight357
I saw black sneakers with purple shoestrings. Then tight black pants. Далее a draping black shirt, with small hands covered by fingerless, leather gloves. A пересекать, крест choker sat at the base of her neck. My eyes then fell upon hers. Those eyes, those piercing blue eyes, somewhat similar to my own. The black hair teased slightly, with choppy, side bangs, covering the outer corner of her right eye. It was the girl, from the hallway. The one who thanked me. I gasped softly.
    “Hello, Lucy,” I сказал(-а) to her.
    “Hello,” she сказал(-а) in the same small voice....
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posted by bunnibunnibaby
"It's nice here. I don't know many people though..." Victor brushed his hair back, smiling again. "Well, by tomorrow, all of the kids at school will wanna be your friend." "Oh..." Jade turned slightly to see the raven haired boy deep in thought. "What is it?" "Hn? Oh, it's nothing. Oh, we're here." The blonde looked up ahead and saw her house. "Really? Cause my house is right there." She pointed, and Victor burst out laughing. "Haha-I live right Далее to Ты then..." The blonde looked at the house Далее to hers. It seemed normal. A little old fashioned, but definitely normal. "Cool! Well, I'll see Ты tomorrow then?" "Yeah..." The onyx eyed boy took Jade's hand, kissed it lightly, then walked off. "What was that?"
posted by bunnibunnibaby
Jade Adams was making her way Главная when she saw him. The dark haired kid everyone had been talking about earlier today was walking in the same direction she was. "Hey! You're the new kid in school right?" "Hn?" The boy turned around to face Jade, making her сердце skip a beat. He had to be one of the most strikingly beautiful people she had ever seen. He was pale, with onyx colored eyes, and jet black hair that hung over his eyes slightly. "H-hi. I'm Jade..." the poor girl was at a loss for words when he flashed his dazzling smile at her. "Hey, I'm Victor." She blushed slightly and readjusted her Slipknot tee over her black skinny jeans. "Soo... what road do Ты turn onto to get home?" "I turn onto Salem road, what about you?" Victor looked over at her again, scratching his head awkwardly. "Me too! Wanna walk Главная together?" "Sure!" The blonde girl started walking ahead, leaving Victor o follow. "So, how do Ты like it here?"
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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Sylvia took him to the hospital after his tantrum. He had a fever from it, and he became a little sick from his anger. She was a very good mother and taught her children well, but why would her Энджел of a son act so violently and moody? The doctor сказал(-а) it wasn't Sylvia's fault. Luke's real mother drank alcohol while carrying him which that means, Luke has fetal alcohol syndrome. It causes violent mood swings, temper tantrums, and compulsive behavior. Sylvia was worried about him because this can effect his behavior with everyone else around him, and his self esteem. A few days later, Sylvia...
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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 Insight357
Memories,
Confusion,
So many thoughts,
The end is near,
The darkness coming,
Now its here,
The Показать is over,
The lights are off,
We now say goodnight,
Goodbye,
As we begin 2 open the new chapter

It hurts at first,
Will the changes be extreme?
Please, just tell me,
This was only a dream,
I want to go back,
To relive this again,
This high point in life,
It can't end.

The stage lights dimmed,
The leaving spoke,
With happy faces on,
But tears in their eyes,
This Показать is over,
Now go home.
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. :)
He was waiting for my reply, until I finally spilled out,"I Любовь Ты too. I Любовь Ты еще than anything! I wanna be with you! Forever." He сказал(-а) nothing. All he did was smile, as he got up. He lifted me, as we both went back to the waterfall cave-area. We sat in the same place as we did before, except Howl wanted to do something else,"Remember what Ты told me about making-out?" I looked at him oddly and said,"Yeah?" He winked at me, as he got closer to me. He started Поцелуи me, like making out kissing. We started making out very heavily, but I was wondering if this was okay или not? I mean,...
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Twas midnight in the warm summer. The stars so bright and lovely, along with the full moon lingering in the sky. She looked out of her window, sighing about what she is missing out on. The outside world. Oh how Lacrymosa wanted to be in the outside world. Mother never allowed it. Lacrymosa cringed and shuddered at the thought of Mother. What a monster of a being she was. Horrid woman. Very overprotective of her little Lacrymosa. A widowed woman with only one child is usually very protective of her children, but Lacrymosa's mother was quite different. She was overbearing. The Queen of Lithiumina....
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Early in the afternoon. All of my sisters and her Друзья are so excited about this trip to an actual wild forested area in Africa. I'm kinda on the fence about it, and I'm trying to start my own pool to see if my sister and her Друзья will spaz out before they set foot on real jungle grass. He he. It's going to be so hilarious watching these spoiled rich brats take a look at a place without electricity, room-service, houses, pluming, and money usage. It's a high-heel free zone, and they're still wearing those screaming sequined death traps that their so-called "natural born perfected" feet...
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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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