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posted by wantadog
Chapter 2!


Juliet retrieved the papers from the chicken pen, saying hi to a few of them while she was there, and made her way towards the road. She considered going back to ask her mother about dad again, but decided that it could wait. She would talk to her about it when she got back. Jessica reached the gate leading to the road and left, taking care to remember to close it. Her farm was about a mile away from the rest of the town, so it took her about 10 минуты of walking to arrive. On the way, Juliet dropped a piece of paper. Her hands were pretty full, so she folded it and put it in her рубашка pocket. Jessica took a small break and sat down in one of the empty benches. Jessica looked around. It was odd. Usually this place was pretty crowded around this time. But here she was, and there wasn’t a soul to be found. Jessica shoved the issue from her mind, there was probably some explanation. Nevertheless, she quickly got up and walked towards the bar. There may be an explanation, but it was still creeping her out. She reached the bar and opened the door, taking a few steps in. She noticed two things. First was that Phil and Steve were at the bar, having an argument as usual. The секунда was that, also as usual, there was that awful smell of cigarettes. Phil looked up from his argument and waved.
“Jules! Come on in, we need a woman’s opinion.”
“Ha ha, maybe, but I’m just here to deliver these from mom.”
“Ah yes, I have been expecting those. Thank you, dear.”
Steve watched her with an odd look. “So, how has your день been? Anything odd?” Juliet looked at him. Anything odd? How on earth would he be able to know about it? But then again, Steve always knew.
“Nope, sorry to disappoint, but it has been an ordinary day.”
Steve gave a sad sigh, taking a sip from his drink. “I see…well, We’ll be seeing you.”
“All right, bye!” Juliet waved to them and left the bar. She began to walk back when she remembered the piece of paper in her pocket. She took it out and ran back to the bar. She once again opened the door and took a few steps inside. “Hey, sorry, but I forgot to give…you…” Juliet trailed off. She was only gone for a minute. But everything seemed to be…different. There was no Phil having an argument with his son Steve at the bar. There was no overpowering stench of cigarettes in the air. No big, burly men having a contest in the corner of the room. No sounds floating over from the children at the daycare across the street. It was as if everything about the people here had disappeared. There was the drink Steve was having at the bar, but no sign that Steve had touched it. The building was the same, but there was no longer any sign that anyone had inhabited it. Juliet stepped back. This was getting a little too creepy for her taste. “Hello? Is anyone here? This had better not be a joke!” There was no response. Juliet took a deep breath and hurried over to the bar. She saw the stack of papers she had дана Phil earlier. She took the piece of paper she was holding and put it with the rest. The moment she did, she heard a noise from behind. “Oh, thank goodness! I was starting to think I was alo-” she trailed off in horror as she saw what was on the other side of the door.
posted by whitelion
i always thought, and i always knew
i would end up here with you
i was a restless wanderer on a distant path
Ты were a lonely dreamer with a broken laugh

i would go anywhere the road would lead
my hopes and dreams is all that i would need
i don't need a house или fancy cars
i would rather sleep underneath the stars

Ты did'nt have much to call your own
but what a lovely smile on your face shown
Ты сказал(-а) your chance at Любовь had past Ты by
i told i'm here so dont Ты cry

our lives were like the pieces of a broken heart
now that we're together what a life could start
there was magic in the air that night
everything was moving at the speed of light

Ты were like my juliet and i your romeo
Ты Любовь me i Любовь Ты thats all i need to know
no longer will Ты dream of Любовь thats true
no longer will i wander my Поиск has led to you
posted by DietCokeGirl
I wrote this about my (now ex) boyfriend, but still felt something about the poem, if not him. I'd Любовь some criticism on it (hopefully constructive) :).


Treacle dripping from our scars
Pooling on a jagged floor
Ты are gone, still I know
From clustered trees and homemade vows

That we are one. And as Ты lead
Your life of promise, graft and need
Know that we are one the same
Intertwined are сердце at name.



Ты may notice that only the секунда verse rhymes, this is an attempt to Показать the idea of a one-sided relationship in its form in it's one-sided rhyme scheme. This is probably quite stupid- let me know.
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I find myself in a dungeon. I walk down the dungeon hall, looking into cells. I eventually come across a cell with a little boy.
"Hello sweetie. What are Ты doing in there?" I ask gently. He faces me and I see his eyes are empty, soulless, like he's dead inside.
"Mummy?" He asks with a British accent. He must be really far from home. "Are Ты my mummy?" he asks me innocently.
"No, sweetie. I don't know where your mummy is," I tell him.
"Mummy, mummy, mummy," he continues.
"Don't waste your time dearie. He never says anything else," the little man in the Далее cell tells me.
"Okay. And who are you...
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posted by juliet98
Julia beacame a women when she was 12. After she felt powerless for the first time in her little life. It was a sunny day, but in the hearts of the people it was dark. The country was entering in the war, and many youth had to prepare for the battle. Julia and her family, her mom, her dad, and her brother were having lunch. they were silent, Julia behaved badly, she argued with her brother and wanted him to desappear. Suddenly somebody knocked on the door. Her dad opened it and came back in the кухня with a tall man they didn't know. He was wearing a dark пальто and black boots. He talked with...
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posted by Skitty_Love
Celeste's POV

As I walked through the leave-crunching forest, a familiar scent started past my nose. "I know this smell, I just can't name it.. Hmm..." I tried to forget about it and Переместить on but it began to bug me. Soon after I stomped through, the irritating smell getting my temper up. "Teehee, w-wow.. I Любовь this spell book my father gave me!" I perked up anxiously. A voice? A-a girl voice.. She didn't sound like anyone I knew.. Should I find her? What if shes a wi.. No, she couldn't. I cautiously walked toward the voice, and Ты know what was weird? The smell began to rose. I was itching...
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"You've got to be joking," Gwen said, her eyes wide in fear.

"We're not," Blake said. Gwen stared at the floor, and took a deep breath. I patted her knee.

"I'm sorry, Gwen..." I сказал(-а) quietly. She looked at me, incredulous.

"What are Ты sorry for?! I can't believe Blaine could just sit there while you..." she shook her head real fast and then held it in her hands. "This is... unbelievable." My throat started to swell up. I was beginning to think that it wasn't such a great idea to tell her that I remembered Blaine. She was freaking out.

"It's not his fault, really," I tried to amend. "I mean, I...
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posted by I_DONT-KNOW
I have no idea where im going to go with this one yet again. So suggestions would be good...thanks!



Alexis tossed and turned causing her sheet to slip off her постель, кровати and onto the floor.The rain pelted off of the window, the wind crashed through the trees causing them to howl. Мурашки appeared up and down Alexis's bare arms, soon she was shivering. Yet she didnt wake from her hellish dream, that was disturbing her well needed sleep. She began to whimper, and moan. Finally her golden eyes flashed open darting about her room. Satisfied nothing was there she rubbed the goosebumps, collected her...
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Night arrives once more. I notice that my hands and feet are tied up. As i look up there is a dark figure holding a gun to my head. I ask him what he wants and why he has me tied up, he Ответы "I want the powers that Ты posses inside of you. The abilities that your soul has. i would like to suggest that Ты agree with me and hand over the powers." Confused about all of this i ask him about what he is talking about. he Ответы "You have powers kid. The less Ты know the better. Hand them over wilingly или i will have no choice but to force Ты to hand them over." With me replying no to cooperating...
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