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III The Library
The Далее room Ember visited was to her a Heaven on Earth. An enormous room just for holding books! The ceiling was so high it would have taken ten of her standing on вверх of one another the reach it. The shelves and shelves of Книги were piled right up to the вверх and there were several ladders placed conveniently so that she could reach the topmost books.
Ember walked round the room as though she were in a dream. She loved Чтение and devoured every book she found but she had never had a whole библиотека full of them to herself. She barely knew where to start. Every square inch of Стена and floor Космос was piled high with the most beautiful expensive leather bound books.
“There must be every book in the world in here” she thought to herself in awe.
Slowly she made her way around the piles of Книги until she found a copy of The Wind In The Willows which had been one of her favourite Книги as a child but sadly her copy had been burnt to cinders. She looked around for somewhere to sit and saw a window сиденье, место, сиденья of red velvet and she curled up there and began to read.
She read for hours her eyes flying down each beautifully illustrated page. When she had finished she was torn between her curiosity about the rest of the house and her longing to remain in the библиотека and read until her eyes fell out.
Then she remembered. Her bag! She flew along the corridor back to the nursery and grabbed a rucksack that contained all she owned in the world. Running back to the библиотека she emptied it out onto a nearby table.
An assortment of seemingly worthless objects tumbled out. The most valuable looking thing there was a Золото teardrop shaped brooch. It contained a picture of her mother and father and also one of her twin sister who had died along with them. Ember stared at them for a moment then snapped it shut and pinned it to her top.
The other objects were just things she had picked up throughout her life but they were just as important. A peacock’s feather, a green glass marble, an aquamarine gem, a single red rose pressed in an envelope, a diary of her mother’s she had managed to salvage from the house but she had never found the key, a shining silver stone that had been дана to her by her father, and a drawing by her sister of the two of them together. Her sister had been a great artist before-
A tear fell down her cheek as Ember gazed at all these worthless treasures. Then touching the brooch for good luck she proceeded to fill the bag back up with Книги after placing her treasures back in the front pocket.
She put The Wind in the Willows in her bag as well as The Wizard of Oz, Heidi, Black Beauty, The Railway Children, Alice In Wonderland, The Adventures Of Tom Sawyer and The Adventures Of черника Finn.
The bag should have been overflowing at this point but strangely it still seemed almost empty and she managed to fit in a huge book of the entire works of the brothers Grimm.
Ember loved fairy tales even though she was now thirteen and the ones by the Brothers Grimm were her favourite.
She shouldered the rucksack and it felt light as a feather much to her surprise. She would have stayed and filled the bag some еще but her curiosity sent her feet across the room and right out the door.
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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posted by para-scence
"It's ok, Kodi. I'm sure he doesn't still feel that way," Sicily assured me. "That was months ago! He was probably just hurt that Ты left." I shrugged.

"Well, it's not like Ты have anywhere else to go," Shiloh added. I pouted. They were right. There was no way I could go back to living in a car. Chance would definitely get sick again, only probably with something even worse.

"I'll think about it," I told them. I wanted to have time to think about my options. Just then, there was a knock on the door. I furrowed my eyebrows. Sicily pursed her lips to hide a smile. Shiloh shrugged.

"She insisted...
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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 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 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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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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