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posted by morganaforever
This is the first chapter of I Won't Let Him Keep us Here. Enjoy

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Missing.

The word was whirling around Carla’s head, making it ache, making the room spin.
“They’ll find her, I promise.”
“Really? Would Ты mind using your newfound physic powers to tell me where the hell she is, then?” snapped Carla, shrugging her sister’s comforting arm from her shoulders.
Carla hadn’t meant to snap like that, but Sophie was so naïve. Maybe she believed everything the police had tried to blur the sharp corners with; their reassurances might have дана her peace of mind, but Carla couldn’t stop her body shaking. She was red with anger and distraught with worry. She just wanted to find her best friend. It was crystal clear that the police didn’t have a clue where Rebecca was. That much was clear since she had been reported missing three days ago.

Carla had been walking to Rebecca’s flat with Lilly to get ready for their planned night out when she’d noticed the door was ever-so-slightly ajar. In a blind panic, she’d raced up the stairs and through the front door without the smallest care for her own safety.
Carla gasped as she took in her surroundings. The flat was a state. The таблица and chairs were overturned and shards of broken glass littered the floor.
“Becca,” Carla called out, dread and anxiety spreading through her body.
“Rebecca,” Lilly frowned and suddenly started looking around as if suddenly expecting her friend to appear.
“Her phone’s still here,” сказал(-а) Carla, picking up the expensive iPhone from the floor.
She surveyed its cracked screen. It was blank and clearly broken, though Carla tried to turn it on anyway.
“She never goes anywhere without her phone, I don’t understand…”
“Carla,” cried Lilly, her eyes wide and filled with horror.
She was standing on the other side of the upturned table, her gaze fixed on the floor.
Carla dashed over to her, letting out a small cry herself. She placed a hand over her mouth as she felt the bile rise in her throat, her vision blurring as her eyes filled with tears.
On the edge of the table, there were faint fingernail marks like someone had clung on for dear life. A few meters from Lilly’s feet was a pool of blood, half-dried with four streaks extending from it. Finger marks. There’d been one hell of a struggle. A struggle which had been lost.
Lucy had flown into action and phoned the police instantaneously as Carla leaned against the door frame, shocked and devastated that Rebecca was gone. The blood terrified her all the more.

Since that day, Carla couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a proper sleep when she’d not woken up screaming from the horrendous nightmares, crying and wishing that her best friend was safely snuggled up beside her so she could protect her. She’d been haunted by the sight of the blood that never left her head. She felt totally helpless and angry that she was unable to do anything to help return Rebecca безопасно, сейф and sound.
Each night, after trying to get sleep to consume her, Carla wandered the streets, wracking her brains for any inclination as to who had taken her best friend или where she had been taken. It was better than lying powerless in her bed, безопасно, сейф and warm when Rebecca was out there somewhere, alone and scared and hurt.
Now, Carla was sitting in the local café with her sister because Sophie, being sensible, had declared that it wasn’t wise to go to the pub because she would just drink herself into a dark oblivion to try and forget.
“Carla, I know you’re worried…” сказал(-а) Sophie, placing her hand over her sister’s to comfort her.
“I’m absolutely petrified,” Carla whispered, unable to stop her eyes misting over once еще “I just want her back.”
“We all do,” Sophie сказал(-а) with a sigh, taking a long drink from her mug of hot chocolate.
After three long days and nights, Carla was pretty sure she knew who was responsible. Scott Johnston – Rebecca’s ex-boyfriend. He was the one who’d hurt her best friend in the worst way possible and left Rebecca to pick up the fragments of her life while he lied to the courts and got let off with the awful crime with not so much as a caution или a restraining order. He was the possessive lover who wanted her to be his and only his. He couldn’t stand their break-up, couldn’t cope with being rejected. All the signs pointed to him as being responsible in some way. His car was gone. His house was empty.
“They’re not at the house and their passports are still here, so where could he have taken her?” pondered Sophie.
Carla stood up suddenly, her eyes dark and determined as she thought of all the twisted things Scott was capable of. The thoughts made her blood run cold.
“I don’t know. But I’m going to find her,” she vowed “And I’m going to make that monster pay for everything he’s done to her.”

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Rebecca woke up to near darkness. As she slowly opened her eyes, nothing seemed familiar. Her body felt heavy and groaned in protest as she tried to turn onto her side.
Once she had successfully completed the manoeuvre, she screwed up her eyes and scanned her surroundings, unable to Переместить her head due to a severe stinging pain.
It appeared that she was in some sort of underground room. Aside from the постель, кровати she lay on, there was some sort of wooden chest in the corner and two doors; one of which had a steep flight of rickety steps leading up to it.
Rebecca sunk back onto the hard mattress. She closed her eyes in an attempt to stop the dizziness which was threatening to overwhelm her. The motion helped for a bit, but as soon as she gained some relief, a pounding started in her head like someone was banging a drum and there was a sudden throbbing pain in her wrist. She opened her eyes again, feeling vulnerable with the blindness.
Rebecca stared blankly at the chest, wondering what it contained but not have the strength или the willpower to investigate. Every time she tried to recall what had happened and how she had ended up here, she felt like there was a brick Стена preventing her from doing so. It frustrated her to no end. She hated not knowing. She hated it еще than anything.

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So, what does everyone think? It's just the first chapter. Please leave a comment. Also, what Название would be good for the whole story.
posted by hikaru13
tell me why i miss you
why did i have feelings for you?
i wish i could answer these Вопросы on my own,
but i cant.
honestly, they only thing that i want right now is you.
i dont know why i still miss you,
i dont understand why i really want another chance
what i really dont get is why Ты wont let me Показать Ты that ive changed
back then i didnt know any better
after going on intercession, ive grown alot
in all honesty, yesterday really made me think about things
it opened my eyes, and changed the way i felt.
i didn't really know you,
i wanted to get away,
now, i realize i was wrong, and im sorry.
i hate that we dont talk anymore
i wish we still do.
i hope Ты read this,
and forgive me, so we can start over again.

Hi, my name is Hikaru.
What's yours :)
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I intend to bring up a term that I am sure that Ты have all already herd of. Global warming. It is slowly, but surely killing us all! We need to unite as a team to stop global warming and save the world. Global warming is heating up the earth because of some people's bad choices, should we suffer because of that? NO! Global warming is killing inoccent Животные and people, we could save them. Global warming is caused by pollution and over usage of electrisity. Start today. Turn off lights when Ты leave the room, don't leave anything on that doesn't need to be on. Start helping today. Save the world Присоединиться me. Be happy. Help me create a better place for everyone.
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This isn't my first story but it is my first on this page. Please read and review. Like it? Hate it? Add something? Nothing Ты say will hurt my feelings.


Chapter one: The New Guy


"So, he brings me Главная and we are standing at my front door right? He leans in and I'm thinking he's going to Kiss me, but-"

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Hi! This is a story about angels, and I hope Ты all enjoy it! ^_^


There is a secret place made especially for us in the world. It lies on a secluded island in the Atlantic Ocean that remains undetected from the outside world.
This is where we, the Ангелы that remained on Earth after thousands of years, rest in peace.
I was born an angel, my white, softer than marshmallows, wings sprouted forth after my birth. They grew as my body matured into that of a young adult of sixteen.
It was on my seventeenth birthday that everything changed. Well, it was actually about a week after the huge party that...
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I was sitting on my bed; my legs were in my chest, my arms wrapped around them. There was a thunderstorm tonight; i've always loved thunderstorms. There was a flash of lightning and my room lite up around me. I smiled; the thunder was next. It was a huge clapp of thunder. Thunder was always my Избранное part of thunder storms because it was louder than life. There was another flash of lightning; i saw a dark figure outside my window lite up by the lightning.

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I NEED inspiration for this book. I cant say why, because it will ruin the last book but the school has been rebuilt,and theres a new gardening class, and Haru-Kun, Kariko-Kun, and Shimura-Chan are falling into love, could Kariko finaly fall for Haru, или could it be Haikuga-Kun? Haru could have his сердце torn into pieces, или turned into gold. And Shimura, being the only lesbian in the school could have problems with Любовь too. Karuga-Chan (a new character introduced as a Japenese girl found lying on the пляж, пляжный after a violent storm) changes all of that. Life when thrive this год in Dojenskei Koukou (Dojenskei High School). All these Вопросы and еще will be answered in the garden of Hinjou, the Garden Classroom. Be waiting, Both the first chapter of the first and секунда book are being worked on. (PLEASE give me good names for the third and fourht book, and the main name for the секунда series, such as Burning Passion Book One: The Flame. (oo, I might use that) Byes!)
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posted by Epismatic
The Man With No Eyes Collection (6): Dream



A crystallized life, on the bright TV screen,

But I’ve finally broken away from the dream,

And into the warm embrace of your esteem.

The stage that I left disappears from my mind,

Like suddenly being engulfed by sunshine,

I am truly alive, for the very first time,

All at once, let me sing, let me cry!

‘Til it bursts,

From my lungs, like a child,

Let me smile ‘til it hurts!

Let the blue of the morning

Strike my tearful eyes,

I still don’t know how,

I still don’t know why,

(I still fear this life may yet be a lie,)

But even if this world is the true dream, I want to play out this beautiful scene.


Here it is, the last in the Man With No Eyes Collection! I wanted to complete this on a pleasant note, give the guy some mercy.
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