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posted by Elizabeth90luv
It was 3 o’ clock in the morning, October 31st, “the night of the living dead” as my mother had told me when I was a kid. I never believed her. I could never believe that one dead body can come back to life, and that was one of the reasons that New York’s crime lab selected me. But then it was different. A cold breeze was blowing outside this house –rumor had it that it was haunted- and three bodies were lying on the floor. I was alone in this dark room, while the other investigators were processing the سیکنڈ floor and everything was calm and quiet.

I started collecting evidence, but not many منٹ later, a strange noise was heard. It was just like a dripping tab. But the bathroom was on the سیکنڈ floor. I tried to concentrate on the sound, I moved some meters further down when the noise stopped. Suddenly, something wet fell down on my face. It was a trail of blood. I looked on the floor and realized that I was standing on a small lake made of blood. However, there weren’t any other bodies found on the سیکنڈ floor. And the DNA didn’t match to any of our victims. Where did this blood come from? For a منٹ I was really scared, I wanted to scream, but I overcame this fear on the spot. A crime scene investigator shouldn’t be afraid of crime. But, this wasn’t the end of this story.

I calmed down and I finished my work. The only thing left was to supervise the transportation of the bodies from the crime scene to the lab. The first two victims –killed سے طرف کی a gunshot- were already inside the truck and the third one –killed سے طرف کی a دل attack- was on its way. It was freezing out there. I was again alone with this body, desperate to finish working and go to take a nap sleep. But all of a sudden. This huge black bag where the victim was in, moved. In two minutes, the “dead body” which was inside started struggling to escape. I opened the bag nervously and the victim stood up and opened his eyes. He was hale and exhausted. He didn’t speak, he didn’t move. He fainted and never moved again.

The اگلے دن when I narrated this story to my colleagues, noone believed me. And the forensic’s رپورٹ was clear: the man was dead four hours before this event. I still can’t believe it. Everything happened so quickly. I have tried to give a logical explanation to all this story, maybe I was too tired and I was hallucinating. Who knows? The only sure thing is that both times, I was really terrified and I couldn’t sleep that night. “The night of the living dead” came true…
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posted by StarGirl1721
Fear is emotion,
When آپ fear,
You intend to let yourself cry,
Sometimes آپ don’t even bother to try,
You can’t seem to keep yourself serene,

You want to cry your دل out,
You intend to shout,
Yet آپ can’t always seem to do so,
There seems to be nowhere left to hide,
You desperately want someone سے طرف کی your side,

You don’t want let people know your fears,
So آپ let them go in tears,
When you’re afraid,
You don’t want to be left alone,
You want someone there,
Someone to be there for you,
You want to be kept calm,

Sometimes we’re afraid to even fear,
You begin to hate being alone,...
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Source: My cousin made this.
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posted by lovepop
Here is my life and of course about me.
My name is Katie Olson.
I am 12 years old.
I love to sing, and I'm not an ear piecer. So in other words I guess I'm pretty good. I don't sing like anyone, I sing like myself.
I have blondish hair.

I love cute clothes and flashy things.
I LOVE to make friends. Online دوستوں exspecially!!!
I love to give advice to anyone who needs some.
Thank آپ for taking your precious time to read this. It really ment alot. If آپ become a پرستار of it, I'll remember to thank you!

p.s If آپ have anything in common with me, یا any questions, please تبصرہ below!
Thanx again!
If I took three showers, and washed with 15 shampoos, my hair would still be tangled after an hour. Looi, my brother, always کہا my hair looked like I dyed it, when I didn’t. I looked down, my shoes were already on with the black shoe laces. I felt like I needed to barf. At least that’s what it felt like. Greeting hopped on the counter and stared at me. The brown cat فر, سمور was splotched with black dots and white lines. She is a different cat, that’s why I like her. I looked back at the mirror. Well, آپ look terrible today, I thought.
    “Greeting, آپ can’t look...
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posted by coriann
Hi, I'm Carl. Okay so this is.....its really weird because. Alright there's been something on my mind for the last couple of weeks. I don't know, Selia, told me to write it down. Its big, its pretty big. So I'm a male prostitute. There was a big silver room. We were all bunched up together on tables, shiny silver tables. they used to put us on drugs and make us have sex with people. There weren't many private rooms and people didn't seem to care anymore.
We lived in the mall at the edge of the city, huge. There was this big pub on the other side of the mall. Sometimes آپ could hear what was...
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posted by problematic124
***Please don't copy***
Chapter 5
Faliski's note
Aurora decided to shed the goth for good and came to school looking normal and beautiful. سے طرف کی lunch time everybody was talking about her 'new look'. People treated her مزید nicely and many people asked her to sit at their میز, جدول but she told them she was going to sit with us.
Result:A lot of people are sitting at our میز, جدول trying to win Aurora's attention.Plus with the result of them we can't talk about Friday night. The cool crew sat at our table, there mostly jerks because they think there better than all of us because there either rich, hot, or...
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posted by SPS
She looks;
Her eyes desperate & fraught
Her body defenseless & weak.
Feelings of vulnerability;
Guilt seeping through her veins.
But what can she do?
She stares.

She stares;
Oblivious to her stare, he hums
Chasing a butterfly, hops & skips;
Not a feather of a burden on his shoulders
As he goes about his carefree life.
She smiles.

She smiles;
Memories come rushing through,
As she first held him in her arms.
‘I will give آپ the world’ she promised.
She lied.
‘You will be the king of the world someday’
This time, he stared, his big blue eyes
Gleaming with innocent mischief, unaware of what fate...
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Writer corner:) hi everybody! i hope you'll like the plot. let me know!! thank you!!!
In the سال 4125 the Earth was still turning on itself. Apparently everything was the same as it was two thausand years ago. But it wasn't so. The democracy we got fighting was distroied سے طرف کی a man. After 15 years of wars, in 4025 Cyrus defeated free people and he established the tyranny. The whole world was controlled and the freedom dind't exist anymore. Everyone lost trust in everything, in love, in courage, in God. Most of people didn't know that there was a prophecy. It کہا that the humanity had to pass through a century of pain and fear to realize how important freedom was. But then in the 101st سال four guys, with the Gift, could overthrow the government...
posted by para-scence
just FYI, I noticed there's another story on Fanpop called "Speechless." I just wanted readers to know that this is all my ideas, and the other one is completely its author's ideas. :)


Seven kids were killed that day.

I didn't know any of them, but that made no difference. I'd seen two of them shot. I couldn't bring myself to go back to school the اگلے day. Apparently Mrs. Stueck had heard my breakdown yesterday, because she didn't wake me up for school. I stayed in بستر for the rest of the day, despite my stomach growling menacingly at me.

Later that day, there was a small knock at the door....
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