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I sat alone.

No one came up to me, none asked if anything was wrong.

I sat alone.

In the corner, where everyone saw but no one noticed.

I sat alone.

I had no friends, I was not ‘cool’ enough for them.

I sat alone.

No one knew my mother had just died from cancer, no one cared.

I sat alone.

Surrounded سے طرف کی my thoughts, but no people. سے طرف کی my words, but no friends.

I sat alone.

Until a girl came and sat سے طرف کی me.

I sat with a girl.

She turned to me and smiled warmly, “Hello.”

I sat with a friend.
posted by alexmswann
It was three o’clock on a Friday and the گھنٹی, بیل had finally rung for school to be out for the weekend. I hurriedly shoved my کتابیں in my book bag and headed for the door ready to be out of school.
“Oh wait, Alisa could آپ come here for a quick second,” my English teacher, Mrs. Thompson asked. I turned around wishing I could be out this school. She was a very tall and light skinned lady, in her mid-thirties. She had long stringy black hair and big brown eyes. آپ would probably think she was a retired model. I quickly went to her ڈیسک trying not to seem I was rushing her.
“Um I just wanted...
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posted by para-scence
The اگلے morning, despite being deprived of sleep, I was wide awake. Carmine was in the kitchen, Nikolai getting ready for work in his room. I frowned when I saw Carmine in his work uniform.

"I thought..." I began. He shook his head, his mouth full of cereal.

"I gotta work today. We'll go another دن though, ok?" he said.

"When are آپ off...?" I asked.

"Next weekend," he answered. I groaned.

"Seriously?!"

"Sorry! آپ know, آپ could get a job too, y'know!" he shouted. I clamped my mouth shut. Carmine never yells at me. Ever. "Y'know, آپ complain about Nikolai all the time! You're just as bad!"...
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posted by para-scence
The اگلے week was spent somewhat like that first day. We went to the park almost everyday. It wasn't that bad actually. It was kind of funny to see Jezebel and and Aspen run around like psychos. I was actually starting to warm up to Scout as well. It was cool to just talk to someone my age that was a girl too. I never had the chance to do that at school یا home. I really like Aspen too. She's very mature for her age, when she wants to be. She has no problem goofing around like a little kid. She likes to talk about a bunch of things. I've become very close with her too.

Then soon came the Sunday...
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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 آپ didn’t tell me where آپ were going,” Xander’s lip curled up.
    “I didn’t think آپ cared! آپ aren’t my damned guardian!” Lucy spat back defensively.
    “Maybe not, but I care about آپ Lucy. I love you,” Xander looked down. My eyes were open wide, but I pretended like I wasn’t there.
    “I-I love 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 مزید I comfheard it, the مزید 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 یا 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 منٹ tick سے طرف کی on my clock. 10:51 . . . 10:52. I rolled on my side, thinking about the اگلے day, the first دن 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 گلابی Aeropostale شرٹ, قمیض 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 کہا calmly. I felt sick to my stomach even as I کہا it.
    “Why?” asked Grey as if it were not obvious.
    “I love him,” I said.
    “I thought آپ 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 مزید than her.
    “Why don’t آپ love me?” she asked.
    “You raped me, and I married آپ only because the baby,” I said....
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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 مالٹا, نارنگی سکرٹ, گھیرنا 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 باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ 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 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 دن 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 آپ doing here?" I ask. "To buy something? Do آپ know where the candy is?" "Yeah it's in section two." I point towards the سیکنڈ section in the store. The دکان 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 آپ 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 مزید motley than anyone else. As I walk down the long beige hallway to my سیکنڈ period class, I see my BFFFL (Best Female Friend For Life), McKenna Winston. "Bree! Bree! I need آپ A.S.A.P!" My spunky blond pigtailed friend grabs my hand and runs towards the girls' restroom. "What the heck do آپ need McKenna? I need to get to class before-" I see writing 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 black_13
What do آپ think of this poem? Is it too wierd یا 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 آپ the most important thing?
Little girl’s gonna grow up someday, honey

The دن has come when the box is too small
You repressed, demoralized child’s matured
She’s become – shock horror – a teenager
Just an isolent کتیا, کتيا and nothing more

You say she shouldn’t eat so much
But آپ 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 دن ended on a cold note for the cold night
He had her دل 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 دل 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 مزید 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 writing this to see if people will like it, and if they do, I'll write more. :)


So anyways, it's about a Hollie, 17 سال old girl who has an alcoholic mother and a step father who abuses her as well as her 12 سال old sister, Amy. Hollie's been in a 3 سال 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 ہوم and find help herself.


So yeah, if آپ liked this, please تبصرہ and there WILL be more. Thanks. :)
posted by inexplicable
It´s autumn. It´s just a دن like everyone else. I´m sitting on a bench. The air around me is cold and the sky´s color is مالٹا, نارنگی now, because there will be sunset soon. There is a فاؤنٹین, چشمہ 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 مزید 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 آپ 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 سال 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, مزید 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 مزید real than the گزشتہ 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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posted by MissMuffin38
The three boys turned around to see three girls standing before them. Them three girls were Amelia, Emma, and Grace. These were the girls they were meeting. Daniel's voice was shaking but he managed to get some words out: "Hi. How are you?" He said, almost stumbling on his words. "We're fine thankyou. So where are we going?" Amelia replied, giving them her most angelic smile. "Erm, anywhere آپ want!" Daniel answered her, still stammering. "How about the sweet shop? We haven't been there for a while." Emma asked, دکھانا a smile too. "Yeah, sure!" Tommy replied to her, looking at the other...
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I'm thinking of آپ in my sleepless solitude tonight...

Becoming tangled in sheets of satin, I rolled to my side and slowly opened an eye, spotting the black outline of a figure lingering in the doorway. Confused, I propped myself up on an elbow and squinted, trying to make out the figure in the darkness. "Matthew?" I called out softly, pulling the sheets up to cover exposed flesh. The figure moved closer without a word, shutting the bedroom door. For a moment I questioned whether یا not the illusions had returned. While I wasn't seeing Lex, I was thinking of him. Fear and anxiety washed over...
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