Writing Article: I was made to kill; Genre: Romance and Drama

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I was made to kill; Genre: Romance and Drama

posted by skipperluvs

He kissed آپ slowly, and the feeling of love drowned your senses. A hug. A kiss. And آپ went further on.

آپ walk home, feeling amazing, beautiful, wonderful and every other feeling of happiness and love. The sky seems full of joy and the blue is blinding. The clouds have mixed shapes and sizes, each much مزید different than the other.

آپ enter your room and sit at the warmest corner in your room and smile at the thoughts of that special someone. Then your eyes blacken out.

Death. Hate. Depression. Bitterness. Sorrow. Murder.

آپ shake your head at the thoughts and push try to push them out. A feeling of emptiness fills your inner soul. آپ grab the چھری under your بستر from when آپ were eating تربوز, واٹرمیلاون and stick it in your back pocket.

A strong urge fills you. آپ can’t control it. آپ walk out your door and towards the person آپ love.

He is texting his friend about how much he loves you. آپ lift the چھری into the air and try to hold back. آپ fingers cringe, trying to press the چھری against his neck.

آپ feel the guilt slipping through your ears and cool off your neck. آپ let out a quiet sigh and smile. آپ are glad that آپ didn’t kill. آپ slowly lose grip of the چھری and it slips out of your fingers, landing on his shoulder and gracefully gliding down his arm. A long scar scrapes his arm and the چھری is stuck at the very end.

He falls down to the floor and looks around wildly to find the person in charge. His eyes fill with tears and disappoint when he sees that آپ are the cause of this. A twisted frown of hatred fills his expression.

آپ begin to cry and find a way to apologize for the harm just caused.

“I’m sorry.” آپ whisper and cry a lot more.

He gives a glare.

“How could you?” He slowly stutters.

“I didn’t mean to. I don’t know.” آپ whisper.

His eyes begin to blink quickly, دکھانا he would be gone any second.

آپ run to his side and kiss his lifeless lips.

“I’m sorry. I love you.” آپ say slyly and step away from the body.

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The Last Myth book four: Never Ending Journy Chapter Two: Saying Goodbye

posted by misscrazel

Senfinelin Forest

Aznr ran down the ہل, لندن to the edge of the cliff. fallen trees scattered the ground and there was no sign of life. Aznr's hair blew back in the wind and memories of the past filled his head...

*Flashback*

Aznr heard a scream that rang through the forest.
Airellion! he thought, immediately recognizing his voice.
'Aznr! LightWater!' he heard the scream again.
This time he ran through the forest towards him. Aznr burst into the clearing and saw Airellion. He had an arrow in his throat and one in his arm. He was surrounded سے طرف کی an army of goblins, all heavily armed.
'Airellion!' called Aznr.
Aznr raised...

the mirror of fate chapter one: the chosen lands

posted by misscrazel

June 17th 100,000,000 BC 12 O'clock at night
Four children are born, quadruplets, the youngest born at the strike of midnight. The first child is named Queverial, the سیکنڈ Ceelarion, the third Ierailiasha, and the last one is named Mist. The father decides the last child should have a complex name as the others do but the mother has made up her mind that Mist is the perfect name.
Then she sends them through the mirror of fate to find there destiny. They may never return if they do not find it in time.

January 21st 9,999,990 BC 3:30 P.M.
The children grow up living in the chosen lands behind the...

Chapter one of a story... That doesn't have a name. Yet.

posted by tsmith120

My name is Timothy Roger Cole III. This is مزید یا less my story.
Well, mine and about a half dozen others. So for the sake of convenience I'm going to tell this story to آپ from a third person perspective, and not always narrate it from my own point of view - since I wasn't present for some of the important stuff, and it'd be easier to tell آپ what happened than recount the tedious discussions on this stuff that I had to go through to get anything remotely resembling a full picture of the events.
I hope آپ appreciate the things I go through for you. Anyhow, let us begin.

Timothy Roger Cole...

A Land Divided - Chapter 1

posted by StarPotterRings

Hows it going do آپ think?

Our story begins with an elf gliding through the trees. His lean body let him jump from درخت to درخت as if he were flying.
It was spring, his پسندیدہ time of the year. The daffodils and forsythia were in bloom, and the trees were once again turning green. He stopped on a particularly large branch and looked up into the clear sky. His dark blue eyes without the memories of the horrors of war, his skin without the scars of the torture it brings. For he was yet young, and all the time he has been alive has been peaceful.
He flew once مزید through the trees. He loved...

Mana and the Pet, Chaper 2

posted by queenpalm

Chapter 2
"Please! Please! Please!" I begged. My parents exchanged glances, then looked back at me.
"You want a lemur, Mana?" Mr. Walker asked.
"Yes! Please! I'll take really good care of her!" I pleaded.
"How much would it cost to take care of it?" Mrs. Walker asked.
"Well, they eat fruit, and not much because they're so small. Plus, this بندر was circus trained, so she shouldn't need anything special."
"What about health, and the veterinarians?"
"I'll turn 12 in a week, so I can babysit مزید often. I can use that money to pay for the vet's bill," I said, really having no idea. I just agreed to...

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Nightfall #1(COMPLETE REWRITE) Chapter 9

posted by adamk

CHAPTER NINE:
On the drive back to my apartment, I cannot help but feel something is amiss. What it is, I don’t have a clue. As I continue the drive, I once مزید delve into my past…
CRYSTAL FALLS: 1850
I awaken an گھنٹہ later, still in pain from the sun’s rays. I feel Perry’s dried blood on my face, and find myself disgusted at what I have done. I cannot believe the situation I’ve landed myself in. About ten منٹ later, Perry returns to the cave. From where I do not care, یا even want to know. I feel nothing but burning hatred and contempt for him. I still do not know what prevented...

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Nightfall #1:(COMPLETE REWRITE) Chapter Seven

posted by adamk

CHAPTER SEVEN:
I return to my apartment, and turn off the police radio, which is only reporting the incident I was involved with earlier that night. I suddenly feel tired once again, and this shocks me. As I lay back on the couch, I continue thinking of Pike, and my first night of being a vampire.
CRYSTAL FALLS: 1850
I hesitate, and then follow Perry outside. Only moments ago, I found myself full of anger, yet at the same time, worry, although not for my own sake, but for my father’s, who is still asleep in the other room. For some odd reason, I am in pain, not from my wound, which has disappeared...

The Guardian of Zamari chapter 1

posted by ITF

A shadowy figure silently brushed the silken curtains aside as she slipped through the open window and stepped into the dark chamber. Passing a small میز, جدول and a bed, the لومڑی quickly headed towards a cabinet that stood against the far wall.
Beaded necklaces hung above a oval mirror that was set in the center. Her eyes rested on a miniature strongbox half hidden behind the mirror.
Paying no heed to the deafening clatter coming from the oblivious guest downstairs, she skillfully picked the tiny lock and raised the lid. It was hard to tell what was what in the darkness, so she emptied it into...

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Annabelle (warning... this story is very depressing, does not end happy) (also very intense)

posted by CatiePotter

My name is Annabelle. I am sixteen and I am beaten.

I lived with my dad and mom in that trailor park on the edge of town between the bar and the strip of stores everyone avoids. We lived happily until my mom, Mary, died in that car crash five years ago. My dad became depressed, drinking alcohol and gambling. He was soon unemployed, so to keep the trailor I had to drop out of school. He is now a deep alcoholic and gambles with his buddies every other day.

Whenever we run out of spirits he hits me. He keeps hitting me until I go to the bar nearby and get more. This happens every two days سے طرف کی his...

Chapter 1 of My New Story (I Dont Have a Name Yet...)

posted by PonygirlCurtis7

My breath came out in a white, frozen بادل before me and smelled heavily of my mint gum. My footsteps’ sounds were wet on the sidewalk. It had rained just before I left the bookstore and, just سے طرف کی my luck, someone چرا لیا, چوری کی my car (boy, was my dad going to have a cow when he hears that…), so I had to walk all the way ہوم in the wet night, all سے طرف کی myself. I prayed silently that I would be able to find my way because I was new in town and barely knew where everything was. I had to use a crappy GPS to find the bookstore. I was just lucky I found it.
The town was Cassidy....

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Keep Breathing, Just Keep Breathing

posted by brandonaz

Hiya! First stab at adding something I wrote to the writing spot. This is a cliche little story inspired سے طرف کی the Mayday Parade song "One Man Drinking Games." تبصرے would mean the world. (:

And آپ swore آپ saw me laughing, and I swore I saw آپ smile
And the time we've spent together was meant to last us quite a while
As I take this piece of آپ with me I'll carry to my grave
Knowing that for someone you're an angel sent to save

He touched the tip of his index finger to each of the freckles that dotted her arm. He drew patterns, connecting the delicate dots into hearts and butterflies and lopsided...

Super-natural chapter 1 Nowhere to hide.

posted by fiestagirl12345

Scarlet's P.O.V

I woke up feeling the rough but smooth texture of my worn down bed. I looked around tiredly yawning getting up to change I got my things and headed out. The village was mostly quiet rarely its loud. Our village was very poor. I went in the woods we were banned from going in their. I went in anyways I went alone I had no buddies at all. I was in woods shooting some arrows It was like 98 degrees out I was sweating. Their was a ant on my arm I tapped and hit my hand and shacked it when water swooshed up. I curiously tried again I moved my arm up and the water rose up. I smiled in...

Manga Review:The Art of Vampire Knight

posted by ZekiYuro

Vampire Knight is one of Viz's top-selling series, and it's not hard to see why: While it's not for everyone, the love triangle, supernatural romance, and hint of forbidden love are like catnip for some readers. The Art of Vampire Knight, released earlier this ماہ سے طرف کی Viz, is a beautifully produced art book that will be pure heaven to Vampire Knight junkies (but probably a bit boring for everyone else).
The book collects the full-color art that manga-ka Matsuri Hino created for the chapter openings in LaLa magazine and the tankoubon covers. Some have been published as part of the English-language...

Hehehe.... another poem.....

posted by AuthorForPooh

This is for all the kids who are bullied سے طرف کی words. My teachers always say be bleacher people. Lift others up. I hope this poem gives that message to others.

آپ yell at me
mean words.
They
pierce my heart.
I say its ok.
I اقدام on.
But the words
still have power.
They still hurt
me.
My friends
tell me
its a big deal,
and that I
need to tell
a teacher.
But I say im fine.
Im really not.
I want to
believe
that im fine,
I want to
believe that
it was
nothing.
But it was
something.
Words always
have power.
Enough power to
strike me
down,
یا lift
me up.
Why must
آپ hurt
me?

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Broken Solitude (A very short story)

posted by Zero_Delta

I stood on the edge of the field, my sword raised to shield my eyes from the falling sun. "I'ts beautiful," I thought, staring out at the curve of the hills and the waving of the گھاس and trees, the grays and browns of winter, with the slightest hint of spring green.
I notice a movement off to my left and my sword drops to my side. It is the سب, سب سے اوپر of a کی ٹوکری, رکن کی نمائندہ coming into view as it crested the hill. I sigh and walk back to the woods, knowing what would come next. The driver rings a signal گھنٹی, بیل viciously, clearly wanting me to stop. "Leave me alone." I mumble, I knew I should have stayed in the...

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The Wrong Place At The Wrong Time - Chapter 3

posted by Triscia95

"Aw, it's pretty close." Tyler McCarthy and Shawn Detham were standing side سے طرف کی side. Both held a gun in a head, but Shawn also held a machete. My hand flew up to my mouth to try to hold back a scream as I realized that the blade was dripping with blood. What if it was a friend of my یا Nick's, what if it was a teacher? I buried my face in Nick's back trying hard not to picture it.

"Tyler . . . Shawn, what the hell are آپ guys doing." Both of them had grown up with Nick; they use to play together in there neighborhood. They had, at one point, all been inseparable, but high school hit and like...

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A Dark Mark and a lightning bolt scar.

posted by GryffindorGirl2

Hello all! This is a HP پرستار fic! I have put my OC,Jasmine,in here.She is Harry's twin sister and Draco's wife,but this is before she gets married.She has long wavy,black hair,bright,pale green eyes,and her lightning bolt scar is on the left side of her forehead.

Jasmine's POV

I lay اگلے to Harry on the dead,dry گھاس in the shade of the Dursley's house.The living room window was open in an attempt to cool the house,but only blew in hot air,the 4 o'clock news could be heard as our aunt and uncle watched.We were listening to hear any signs of weird happining's in 'our' world as the Dursley's called...

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Screams of the Hunted Ch.3

posted by DarkGirl23

There it was, that fuzzy warm glowing light I always had dreams about... Except this time, I knew it was for real. I was so close! But then I felt something sting into my arm, slowly filling my veins with a warm and yet stinging fluid. What was this? Suddenly I was being pulled back into the world I once knew, and once hated.
My eyes flew open and everything was blurry. For a سیکنڈ it felt like I couldn’t breathe but then I gasped and air filled my lungs. It felt like a giant brick had been lifted from my chest.
I breathed a little shakily and looked around. Standing perched before me, looking...

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Screams of the Haunted Ch.1

posted by DarkGirl23

They haunt and taunt inside the ears of their victims... Screaming words lacking of wisdom into their futures, a fortune broken in the palm of humanity’s hands. Who’s tears drip like blood from an open wound, thoughts turning and diving into the creases of their minds, creases that had remained undiscovered until now. Who, defined as a person, am I? I am the one who stands alone, all the time... So bloody and broken not bothering to understand, not bothering to see the intellect that stands before me.
I am, defined as a person, an assassin of beauty. Love’s undying grip vanishes before...

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I'm Gone [A Rhyme-less Poem]

posted by MagicUnicorns16

And within two seconds, آپ had deserted me.
I stood there,
My arms open,
Waiting for you.
You did not come.
The only thing that came was hurt, anger and jealousy.
The very thought of آپ was hard to comprehend;
I was scarred, inside and out.
The pain will never leave.
But I found You.
You may not be able to see,
But I feel your presence.
The very thought of You,
The very thought of آپ as my best friend,
Is incomprehensible.
I stand alone no longer.
You are there.
You will never leave.
You are a spirit.
You are a wisp in the wind,
The glimmer in my eyes,
The shine of the sun.
You are the beauty of everything....