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posted by alicia386
Shane Gildmen stared at the roaring waves. In just a couple of days his girlfriend would be back from her trip to Europe. He had no idea how he was going to deliever the tragic news. His girlfriend was so fragile. He didn't want to crush her feelings.
A week after she left, he cheated on her with Emily Tones. Emily was there for him. While his girlfriend, Trinity, went on vacation. Emily talked with him when he thought Trinity was cheating on him with some european dude. He kissed Emily. He daydreamed about Emily. He even wanted مزید from Emily then just a kiss. Soon he depended on Emily....
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posted by madening_mahem
 Example of the Maiden
Example of the Maiden
At night, far away, in ancient Japan...
A fair maiden slumbered, only to be awakened سے طرف کی blood curdling screams. She open her eyes to a frightening sight, the bodies of her most beloved servants and close relatives astray on the floor, lifeless, dead. She hastily slide open the doors to her room, and ran down the corridor, which was lit with the moonlight that seeped through the paper doors, which were now drenched in blood.
Though her limbs felt heavy, she ran as fast as her دل beat. Running away from the cries of her family still being slaughtered سے طرف کی an unknown murderer, away from what...
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posted by Epismatic
The Man With No Eyes Collection (1): The Actor




Sundown, sunrise.

Big smile!

(Tired eyes.)

I vanish into thin air.

An actor never fails.

(Lies.)

To give the world a rousing show

(While begging to be recognized.)

To shine as brightly as the sun

Upon the تخت that we’ve devised.

A patchwork-quilt protagonist

A villain from the shadow realm

The work of the illusionist

When I, the actor, take the helm.

“Hey, wouldn’t it be cool to see…”

The whisper marks my story’s birth.

The audience will gather ‘round.

(The jury to decide my worth.)


"The Man With No Eyes" is a series of poems, all of which are unfolding from one character's point of view. They are meant to represent an ongoing journey. So if آپ liked this one, stay tuned for more. :)
A/N: I finished writing this about five منٹ ago, lol. It's actually a song, but I figured it would fit as a poem as well.

This poem/song was inspired سے طرف کی two things: 1) A few of my پسندیدہ عملی حکمت couples, namely Ed x Winry from Fullmetal Alchemist and Hoshino x Tanabe from Planetes (AWESOME series). And 2) while my dad was in Iraq, he heard "My Immortal" for the first time and کہا he loved the idea behind it...but it was too sad/depressing because "the chorus was in past tense instead of present tense." So he asked me if maybe I could take the same concept and do my own thing with it. I...
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posted by vanelandsisters
I remember your books
In the hallway
I remember آپ cracking up
Microscopes in the garage
Those old parts
I love آپ مزید than anything

I remember your blue eyes
Looking into my emeralds
Like we lived in our own world
I remember آپ chasing
Our brother
Then falling asleep in my lap
I can still feel آپ curled up سے طرف کی my side
Little man
And even through that night I knew
You fought it hard as آپ could
Remember I
Held آپ and whispered

Come on, baby
With me
I'm never gonna leave
You behind
You were
My best
Thirteen years

I remember the first night
When my hope
Turned to crying and screaming your name
Flowers pile up in the...
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She was beauty woven into a living being... If only that were the case. But as I stepped towards her, opening my mouth to speak, she faced me, never moving her feet to turn. We held eachother's gaze for a few agonizing moments. It seemed as though she was just going to stare at me until I did something.
When I reached this conclusion, i decided to take a step forward. As I did so, she began to shiver. Another step, and she began to twitch anxiously. Another step, this one seemed to be all she could take. Yet, I had to know. So I took one last step, and she broke.
Her eyes flashed and her hair...
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posted by dragonsmemory
Creating your own universe is a great way to pass time. It will also give آپ a rough outline for your writings. These are the steps I follow in creating Eden.
Step 1: Establish main geographical features. This will be crucial in establishing the settings in your stories. If a certain river has magical properties, آپ have to knw where the ذریعہ of the river is to be able to pinpoint the ذریعہ of the power.
Step 2: Establish lifeforms present on your world. آپ have to know what creatures live there before آپ can write their histories. If the dragons had not attempted to merge themselves with...
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posted by sasuhia4ever
    “It all started about six years ago…my mom and dad were at the park playing with my younger brother, Tyler, on his fourth birthday. I had decided to hang out with my دوستوں instead… now I wish that I had never made such an idiotic decision. Cause of that دن at the park, someone came and murdered my parents and چرا لیا, چوری کی away my little brother. I know all of this because that dirt bag left a letter saying “ I murdered both of your parents and چرا لیا, چوری کی your little brother because when I went to kill him I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. So, I haven’t decided...
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posted by uniquezandy
Sams POV
I am your normal, typical everyday teen who is 16 years old. Samatha is my real name; say it to my face and I will bite your head off. People say when there young, (girls anyway,) "Look mummy, I want to be a princess when I grow up, and I'm going to marry a handsome prince." To tell the truth, I used to be a girl like that. A girl who read every fairy tale she could get her hands on, and believe that they are real. It is a load of poison now. I had to learn that in real life, true love is rubbish and آپ won't grow up to be want آپ want. And in life, change happens quite alot and...
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Taylor Mali lovingly mocks his own genre.
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posted by para-scence
**6 months later...***

Bride laughed and giggled as I bounced her on my leg; just another دن at the park. It was summer, finally, a break from school. I guess I was looking آگے to being a sophomore. School wasn't that bad anymore now that I had my friends. Felicity wasn't that bad either. We're not exactly the greatest of friends, but we can tolerate each other now. Also, Trace and I started dating. It was great; he's really sweet and funny. I couldn't ask for a better guy.

"Come on, Harley! Gail کہا to be ہوم سے طرف کی three!" Aspen called. Everyone else was already at the sidewalk, starting...
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posted by Insight357
    I sat in a chair سے طرف کی the window. I was still in the asylum. Days had passed, and nothing changed. I hadn’t heard anyone speak of Alexander. Doctors would come in my room every few hours to make sure I was still alive, یا to make sure my arm didn‘t hurt.
    I asked one of the doctors about my arm. None of them knew how I broke it. Even the paramedics کہا it was broken when the man from the motel called. I didn’t break it. I knew I didn’t. I think the motel manager did. He probably crushed it when he found out I never gave his Nyquil back.
    Earlier...
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posted by ginax0o
Something has severely struck my curiosity
Did he know of his ill fate?
What were his last thoughts?
Did he even have any?
If so were they about his family?
If his life flashed before his very eyes,
Did he have any regrets about what he saw?
What were his last words?
So many سوالات about this stranger dying before my very eyes ,
whom I know absolutely nothing about.
The touchiest of subjects and its stuck on my mind
Truthfully, the only people who know the answer
are forever gone.
When time comes for me to know the answer
What will I be thinking about?
Will I know of what is to come of me?
Who will I...
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posted by elizasmomma
I'm setting here looking at a paused ویژن ٹیلی screen and i soon think to myself is that the way that our life is life when we are put on hold.

If tht's the case then why are we not able to do the work that we have been meant to do forever,
how can the people in our lives trust us for the decisions that we make in our daily lives that we live.

are we really meant to be th people that we are meant to be یا are we just passing through this earth with no-where to go but down, that is what i think about when i see a paused tv.

so what do آپ think about this journal entry that i just wrote آپ need to think about what i کہا and give me your best anwsers that آپ can give.

thnx erie مورگن maples
posted by hgfan5602
Why, do things have to be so hard
In life?
Why can't things be easy
And everyone could just enjoy
Their short lives.

Betrayed
سے طرف کی an old friend
سے طرف کی an old boyfriend
It feels like the whole world
Has gone on the enemy's side

Why do things have to be so complicated?
Tears are rolling down my cheek
As life goes on,
That's what I do.
Because I feel unused, unhelpful, abandoned.

Life goes on
And even though I try
To shrug off the troubles I have had in the past,
Smiling,
Inside, I am extremely hurt
Stabbed سے طرف کی my own friends

I am deserted
Even though I smile
I am hurt
I am betrayed.
posted by Triscia95
The entire neighborhood was out in the front yard of Sarah's house. They had all come back from the 4th of July fireworks at the high school and were now waiting for the huge firework دکھائیں that her father put on every year.

Though Sarah wasn't out front with everyone waiting for the show. Instead her and Niall were running out to the pool. The دکھائیں was a little over a half an گھنٹہ long so they finally had time to themselves.

The backyard was dark, but the pool water lit up beautifully from the full moon light. Millions of stars shown in the black sky, something that doesn't happen to often...
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