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Clean- 20 years later-ish

Kelly

آپ probably would never guess that I was in a rehab centre at 17. But I was and I’ll never forget it. I’ll always remember the stupid things they thought would fix us like art therapy and addiction themed movie nights. I remember Shirley. I remember Jason, Olivia, Christopher and Eva. They were my cure. Even though they were as fucked up as I was, maybe more, they taught me everything I needed to know to change into this woman I am now. I am a business woman. I work long hours and the only stress I have now is from work. Not from needing a drink یا a line یا a boy I hardly know to make me forget my own problems. I don’t have problems now. I pretty much left them when I left that place. It wasn’t all fine and dandy the سیکنڈ I graduated but it was easier. I was lighter, and everything was clearer once I encouraged myself to believe that I was worth something. I deserved a life. I deserved a place in this world. So that’s what I did. I made myself a place instead of a drink and I put real thoughts inside my head instead of blurry whispers that were voiced سے طرف کی my addiction. I’m not a role model, but I’m a survivor. I don’t make huge commitments but I know now that I’m capable of it.

Olivia

It was hard becoming a mother when really I never had one. I had no گزشتہ experience. I had absolutely no recollection of a warm and loving childhood. Sure, it was better after I reconnected with my father, and yeah, maybe I had found a new respect for my baby brother, but there was no one there to really understand simple things like finding the right outfit for my first تاریخ یا the severity of my period cramps. No one to brush the hair away from my face when I was crying about school, friends, boys, یا the overwhelming absence of the only true دوستوں I ever had. It was all new to me, and I must say, I am an exceptional mother. Compared to mine, I am mother Theresa. I love my children for who they are and never once did it occur to me to slip them some strong prescription pain meds to keep their weight slightly under average. I would love them even if they were the fattest, most ugliest kids on the planet. I may have failed at overcoming my obsessive compulsive disorder but it is tremendously better. I have never once gone back to the darkest time of my life where I actually had a seizure because I was so skinny. Having 3 kids assured that I would never quite be in tip سب, سب سے اوپر shape again. I’m a soccer mom. I buy family value groceries and I help my kids with their homework. I don’t make sure they record their calories. I make sure that they have everything I didn’t.

Jason

When my father died, I didn’t go to his funeral. I maybe thought I would regret it but when he all but killed me he didn’t come to my funeral. I do not regret it. I did not love that man. Like my old friend Olivia, only half my parents really cared about me. I honestly think my father read the “Parenting for Dummies” and followed it to a t. And I never forgot Kelly. Maybe I loved her, maybe not. I, Jason Ford, am not my father, and I will never forgive myself for putting an innocent girl in that position. Most of all I remember Christopher. Christopher made it seem possible to actually change. Good little church boy, about to smash a guy’s skull open with a chair, and there I am, tough-guy/douche-bag stepping right in to stop him from doing something he’d regret. I sincerely cared about Christopher. I didn’t want him to hate himself for the rest of his life like I thought I would for hurting my little sister. But I don’t blame myself anymore. I really just want to help. I’m a councillor now. Can آپ believe it? A fucking councillor! But I learned everything I know from Shirley. I’m no longer tough-guy Jason, but I’m also not this new mushy-sensitive Jason. I’m just Jason, and I am not my father.

Eva

Do آپ remember? When everything was a سوال and nothing was an answer. Now there are new جوابات around every corner. There are جوابات to سوالات آپ never even thought to ask. Do آپ remember when she was hanging on سے طرف کی a thread? When she was so lost that the girl and her father tried desperately every chance they got just to listen to each other? Now they hear everything because she says everything. That girl that thought she would forever be silent poured her دل into pages preserving every last painful thought until it wasn’t painful anymore. Pain just disappeared along with all the questions. She still misses her mother. She still gets shaky at parties when all the other grownups are drinking but the child inside of her knows what the adult should never be exposed to. But the best thing about this new girl is that she knows she’s beautiful. And she gets told that every دن سے طرف کی her best friend. Her best friend is like kindness personified. He is light and hopeful and caring and they’ve known each other since the first دن of the hell that would change their lives forever. So don’t ever forget it. Don’t ever forget the darkness that came before the light because then you’ll never even know if you’re slipping away again. Do آپ remember? Don’t forget it.

Christopher

It feels like it’s been so long right? But then again it hasn’t. It feels like forever پہلے that I was letting myself go to be taken advantage of just to get high right under my dear mother’s nose. But it feels like just yesterday that I found Val and she was helping me find my own path. One where I could assume that my god will always forgive me. My god doesn’t judge me but loves me and everything that I do. I have a boyfriend now and he’s nothing like Todd. He’s مزید like Jason, Kelly, Eva, and Olivia all put together because they are me. I’m with someone who understands me. I know I deserve that. If someone asked me today what I wanted to be when I was 16 I would have been like “…” oh wait I didn’t know anything when I was 16. All I knew was drugs, shame, confusion, hurt, and a whole wide world that I feared because I hadn’t had half the experiences of a regular 16 سال old guy. But im not scared of the world anymore. Really, I’m not scared of anything. There’s nothing that will reduce me to that confused little church boy strung out on meth that didn’t even know what it felt like to get angry. I am who I am. I am beautiful just like Eva. I am strong just like Jason. I am determined just like Kelly. I am adaptable just like Olivia. And I will never forget that for a second.

Kelly

It sounds crazy even to me, but I’m clean.

Olivia

I have no time to ruin myself. I’m too busy living my own perfect happy life. Being clean is so much better than being… dirty.

Jason

Yep I’m clean. But not everyone is yet. I’m here to help them.

Eva

And at last, finally after all that hard work, she was pure. She was clean.

Christopher

I’m shiny, brand new. I’m clean with only the underlying memories of when I wasn’t.
posted by alicia386
Chapter Four

Olivia was extra busy today. Today was the first دن of the movie shoot for Hourglass. Before they could even start recording the movie, the would have to check up on everything. The wardrobe had to perfect. The scenes had to be accurately planned out. Then they had to make sure that all of the camera crew was positioned. Olivia wouldn't be able to receive the permits until tomorrow. So they couldn't start filming until then. She followed closely behind Mason as he did the daily check up.

Mason went straight towards wardrobe and the outfit choices. The outfit for Charlotte's arrival...
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Remembering is just an invention of the mind,
So آپ need not try to remember something,
آپ remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that آپ could have.

The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.

آپ try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.

The good things, آپ try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.

Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
posted by Problematic129
*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went سے طرف کی and مزید pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
Stan, the young donkey, was wandering sadly around the barn. He seemed hopeless and wounded and had no desire to speak to any of his fellow donkeys; even talking to his father was not appealing to him that exact moment. In fact, he was feeling ashamed of having a donkey father. He was ashamed of being a donkey altogether.
As the moon and stars scattered across the dark, blue sky, Stan decided he no longer to wander. He needed some solution, he needed reassurance, and only his grandfather seemed appropriate for that particular job.
Grandpa Roger was sleeping peacefully in the barn. He had become...
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Bane’s POV

I laid in the grass, watching the clouds. I was beginning to dose off, right before sleep took me, a body pounced on me. I groaned, and looked up. A shaggy haired boy was sitting on my chest, giggling. My best friend, Christian.
    “Get off!” I yelled rolling over. He slid off me.
    “Party pooper,” Christian stuck his tongue out at me. He was so childlike, but that was something I had always loved about him. That’s also why we got along so well. He was hyperactive and loud, while I was cynical and quite.
    I...
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posted by Hades223
CHAPTER 1


Jason Card sat at his ڈیسک in his science classroom bored out of his mind. He hated science. It was his least پسندیدہ subject. Mainly because it was the last subject of the دن and سے طرف کی that time Jason was usually ready to go home.
Mr. Form droned on and on about chemicals یا something. Jason didn’t listen. He just sat at his ڈیسک and drew on some paper. He was a very good drawer.
Jason Card was a fourteen سال old as of yesterday. His black messy hair never gave in to a brush which usually meant it was mangled and messy and went down to his ears. He was wearing a simple red t-shirt...
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posted by cullens-rule
Chapter 4 Tom

“it would be easier if آپ knew, but I will try to explain, as well as I can, آپ know my name is Tom but my سیکنڈ name is Cullen”
I interrupted him now
“Tom Cullen? Sounds old fashioned”
“It is, any way I’m just seventeen”
He looked away sheepishly like he was lying this made me curious would he really lie about his age.
“my real parents are dead now, they died of an illness I don’t really know much about them”
“I sorry that must be دل braking”
He looked miserable he looked into my eyes and I could feel his pain, but he carried on
“I take after my father...
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posted by e2mma2weasle3
How to Add Emotion to a Story

1.    Understand الفاظ مطلوبہ یا Key Phrases. Key Phrases are phrases in a story that triggers the waterworks. They are sentences that make people cry. Such as, a pet dies. آپ could write, "Goodbye, Old friend." A Key Phrase could also be an action. Such as, there are two pets. One pet dies. The other pet tries to sleep with the other one سے طرف کی cuddling up to the dead body.

2.    Add a lot of relationship between the one who dies and another character, whether that is a human یا an animal.

3.    Add comedy to the...
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posted by sapherequeen
*Sigh* Okay, this is the first piece of writing I will ever share with anyone. Rarely does the idea of a poem ever enter my dark mind. But tonight, just two منٹ ago, this one came to me, and I had to...write...it...down...


I’m aching here
I’m bleeding there

Pain strikes within
My every move

And there’s
Nothing
I Can
Do
To Make It
Stop

The tears roll down my face
And freeze there quickly
And stay until the time comes
Where they are no longer frozen
And begin to stream down again

My hurt was bottled up
But someone broke the bottle
And now it’s
Everywhere
And there’s nothing
I Can
Do
To Heal Myself

I’m...
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“Look at them, trying to figure it out. Trying to work out why a pure-blood has come to their school, Antiworld, huh? This could be fun”. There was a young man sitting on the سب, سب سے اوپر of a gargoyle wearing a white شرٹ, قمیض with a black کوٹ over it. His eyes where a light green with a black cat eye stroke through it. As the man stood up آپ saw that he had pitch black hair and his skin was white like paper. As آپ closed in on the man’s face آپ saw his eye drop a line of blood down his cheek, as if he was crying blood. The man looked up at the sun covering his face with his hand, he closed his...
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ارے guys! I just wrote this poem. I haven't written a poem in quite a while, maybe a year, and this one's an attempt to get back on the poem writing path. Well hope آپ like it, and please, if possible, add a تبصرہ saying what آپ think.

Me and Those

Ever noticed that in this life
Everyone wants آپ to do something,
یا be something
That sometimes آپ don’t want to be?

They are those!
آپ know them!
آپ probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect آپ to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
آپ don’t want to take.

They are those who expect آپ to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
آپ prefer to be small and humble.

But do آپ think,
For the slightest second,
That they care about that?
They don’t!

They are your parents,
Your grandparents,
Your Uncles and aunts,
That since آپ were born,
Came up with a path for آپ in life.

But know this,
And say it to yourself:
They are those, they matter,
But me is I,
And I’m the main character.
posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

She screams every time a police officer یا strange nurse touches her. She refuses to hear them out. So, until further notice, she is staying in my apartment.

I glance at the clock in the waiting room. It's past midnight. Wow. Jamie and Ashleigh are asleep on a small green couch, with a receiving blanket draped over them. I pick them both up, since Kayla and I are free to leave, and we all walk outside to my car. Kayla opens the back door, and while I'm strapping the two little girls in, I signal for her to get in on the passenger side.

She's a broken person. آپ only need to look at her...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

On Friday, Tia had picked me up to go shopping.

Tia was ecstatic; for what reason, I had no idea. Tia was like a hurricane, she jotted down my sizes on her hand and then took of through the store at a pace that should've set her path on fire.

"You look great in black, white, and blue," she muttered. I saved that for future reference; she obviously knew what she was doing. Plus I'd been told that each of those colours looked nice on me before.

She pulled me into a dressing room, pointed out which outfits to try out, and exited to let me change.

I pulled a scary-looking black تقسیم halter, halter, اگاڑی neck...
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posted by fanfly
 Artwork سے طرف کی me
Artwork by me
Who are آپ to judge?
Sitting right where آپ are
آپ have no claim on me

I know my own path
I am my own guide
آپ are nothing to me
No matter how آپ try

What do آپ care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you

I know my own path
I am my own guide
آپ don't know me
No matter how آپ try

Why are آپ here?
آپ know I don't want you
I told آپ to leave me

I am my own path
I know my own guide
آپ can't mold me
No matter how آپ try





Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. lol Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.
Your hair is long, wet, and wavy and clings to آپ as آپ rise from the lake. آپ get the sense that the water should be clearer. آپ don’t dwell on it though, distracted سے طرف کی your own hair. آپ don’t remember it being so long. With every motion the string of beads and shells woven into your hair bobs gently with a clicking noise. آپ don’t realize that آپ are topless until your hair settles against your back. But آپ are not ashamed, there is a sense of liberation, آپ can better feel what the earth and the wind are telling آپ this way. If آپ could see behind you, آپ would know that...
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posted by pLaStIcSUNDAE
It's gray. It's always been so gray.

The beating دل that searched for what it believed to be a forever, only to be led astray.

The beating دل full of warm belief,

Now an iceberg of کڑوا, تلخ regret, the surface a shallow reflection of the depths that rest beneath.

The smiling mask distorts the image of the surface, betraying the eyes.

The rigid, cold structure reduced to a cube of ice.

A problem crippled and crumbled into "I'm fine."

If the eyes are windows to the soul, then these windows have been fogged and cracked.

If the eyes are the windows to the soul, then within these, behind the mist,...
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8 Elements Of The Nutshell Technique سے طرف کی Jill Chamberlain via FilmCourage.com.
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PART 1- LETS HAVE A RANT

Hi. So yeah, from the عنوان I think you've gathered this story is about .... well let's just say a problematic 19 سال old struggling to find a meaning in life.

If you're a typical "Caucasian" you'll never understand the things we "brown people" have to face. Over-protective parents are just the start. The kinds of people are totally different. The type of "cheats", "betrayers", "heart-breakers".

Being born in a place 2% of the people worldwide knew is just the start of a slightly difficult life. For now, lemme just summarize my life for you. I'm a 19 سال old girl living...
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THIS IS VERY URGENT AND NOT A JOKE! ALSO DON'T GOOF OFF!!!!

I really mean it! What would آپ be able to do if SOPA/TPP censors the internet? What would آپ be able to do if writing fanfics and drawing fanarts become illegal? What would آپ do if it's illegal to do a cover of your پسندیدہ song on YouTube? What would آپ do if downloading things from the internet (music, movies, TV episodes, etc) became illegal? What would آپ do if SOPA/TPP wins the war and takes away internet freedom? Net Neutrality is already dead so far, we can't risk the freedom of internet...
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posted by ilu_rayray
 Liyah (me)
Liyah (me)
Aliyah-Me(18)
Alexus(18)
Jasmine(18)
Prince(18)
Roc(18)
Ray(18)

My pov
Wassup im Aliyah but آپ can call me liyah for short. I sing and im a backup dancer for mindless behavior with my two besties Alexus and Jasmine. I feel torn that prod left but ayyee Nobody knows this but i kinda like کرن, رے idk what it feels like to like someone bcus my dad always abused me and i never liked boys ever since but the past is gone and im living the life out in L.A.

Alexus pov
Hello im alexus but i perfer u call me lexi. I live with my sister جیسمین, یاسمین and bestie liyah in L.A me and my sister been through alot our parents...
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