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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.
At a peaceful neighborhood of Toyko,Japan an beautiful girl's family becomes no more.While sha was out at here best friend's house for two hours.blood splattering,pain,dieing,and screaming in one house.Police was called but the line was filled.For hours this goes on the girl returns to her peaceful family to her twin brother,older sister,mother,father,and her younger brother.

When she gets her keys to the door she notice that it already opened just a crack though,she is still nervous.She cationusilly opens the door to see her younger brother have the breathe of his to say,"you know one day...
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posted by gumball789
I live in my opinion possibly the most ghetto town in the United States, Pittsburgh. People have been committing suicide all over town. Population all over town has been decreasing, fast. Some of my دوستوں were so depressed that they were thinking about "joining the crowd". I wouldn't live without my friends. I don't want my دوستوں to go as well as my mom and dad. Yes, I'm an orphan. I've been an orphan for about three weeks. My دوستوں have disappeared. I think they went to Clarion; but I could be wrong. There have been tons of fights at my school. Most of the people that were committing suicide were middle school and high school aged. I was getting really tired really fast. I climbed up in a درخت and found a comfortable spot and fell asleep. اگلے thing I knew, I was tied up on a pole.







Sorry for cliffhangers....
posted by DxCFan123
.. my little sister Leaisl. B-B-But the image wasn't from my eyes, no. From her eyes at my... my funeral

'Sam is very peaceful, Mama. I would love to be like her' I said, twirling Samantha's hair around my finger
'Lea, she's-' کہا Kevin
'She doesn't know!!' Grandma hissed back
'Know about what?'
'That Sammie is in a state of peace. To be like her, آپ must disconnect from the li- I mean, outside world. Are آپ willing to do this?'

Godfather بھیڑیا stepped out of the shadows behind us and into the light. He stared at me with his one eye, the other bandaged. 'I-I-I am not sure. I will think about it,...
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posted by DxCFan123
Me and Marie stood at the edge of Skye's hospital bed. He دل was barely beating. I was able to wash off all the blood before anyone saw me. "So tragic, huh? Well, listen, I've got someone to tell you." she said. We sat down and she stared at the ground. "I-I used to know Skye. We knew eachother in Kinder. We were great friends. I know آپ two were, too. But, then, one دن she pulled a prank in me. We had to write report. Me and her picked the same thing, but she کہا it was fine and wrote mine for me. But, then, She wrote horrible, horrible things that I told her, as secrets. They caused...
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 Victoria (:
Victoria (:
The subject of Rowan stopped the chewing of پیزا and sipping of soda. Everyone at my sleepover knew I had had a HUGE crush on him for a really, really long time. Finally, someone spoke. It was my best friend, Liz. “Um, Victoria, how do آپ expect this plan to work out? I mean, آپ know...” Liz had always been sensitive about the boy, even though they’d ended a 2-year relationship almost 7 months ago, she still wasn’t over him. Someone else replied, سے طرف کی saying “Um, Liz? Hun? آپ BROKE UP WITH HIM LIKE, 7 MONTHS AGO! آپ really need to اقدام on.” I shifted uncomfortably. I hated when...
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posted by noahnstar1616
Cameron faced me. "Huh?"

"I said", my eyes focused on Mercury. "Could آپ give us some privacy?"

"I could, but I don't want to."

I scowled.

"It's fine Mercury, I'll see آپ later." Cameron kissed her on the cheek.

The sight stung the back of my eyeballs.

She smiled at him, glared at me, and left.

Cameron faced me again. "Now what did آپ want?"

"I want to know why the hell you're tongue was in that..bitch's mouth", I yelled. I had never used profanity before, but it felt good.

"Because she's my girlfriend."

"No, I'm your girlfriend!"

"Correction, آپ were my girlfriend."

" 'Were'? What do آپ mean 'were'?...
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posted by WildCherryWolf
The Tower of London is notorious for it's ghost stories. Its where I live. I get to go to the White Tower whenever I want. I get to hang round the St. Peter ad Vincula chapel. And sometimes, I can get دوستوں in for free. But this, this is my story. My name is Tallulah, Tara to my friends, family, and you. And this is my tale of terror in the Tower.

I had gotten back from Tudor History with my tutor. I was pretty exhausted, as I had been on a walking tour and class. And I had been called in to help a guided tour, that's the kind of thing we get when we live here. It's only a few of us, but we...
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Just tell me what آپ think, :)     






Aria Glass sat on سب, سب سے اوپر of her house with an unopened بیئر in her hand and her eyes on the sky. It was a beautiful night and Toby and Jared where at it again. Jared had become مزید quick-tempered than usual, barking at almost everything. Neither boy’s where good at their temper control and over the years Aria had learned to let boys be boys and fight it out themselves. But Aria could take them both, Aria smirked at this thought, true یا not they would never hurt her.
    But she did hate it when they fought, although...
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posted by para-scence
The اگلے day, I had no choice but to go to school. My دوستوں looked at me with concerned looks, but I tried to ignore that. We all stood around in front of the school, waiting to be let in before the first bell.

"How آپ doing?" Chasity asked. I shrugged.

"Did آپ hear?" Axel said, his eyes wide with interest.

"Hear what," Liberty said.

"The kids they took in weren't the real shooters. They had their alibis. And no one ever really saw the shooters; they were disguised یا something. So that means---"

"The real shooters are still here," بانگ finished. Everyone shifted uncomfortably.

"Well why...
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 Ky
Ky
“Oni! Did آپ already pack some shampoo, conditioner and all of that crap? آپ know that hotel hygiene products suck!” shouted June through my bathroom door.

“June chill, Let me finish taking my waz.” I rolled my eyes. No use she couldn’t see it.

I walked out of the bathroom sat on the edge of my بستر looked up at June and کہا “Don’t آپ ever go home? I bet that Andrew misses آپ dearly.” I smiled at her. Now it was her turn to roll her eyes.

June sat اگلے to me. She put her head into her hands. I wasn't expecting that, I pat her back.

"June what's wrong?" I asked concerned while...
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posted by gabatron3000
 Oni
Oni
I was sitting. Doodling on a notepad with a purple pen and sitting on my پسندیدہ green beanbag chair.

“Oni, Oni!”(Oh-nee) Yelled my eldest sister June as she jogged into my room oh so gracefully. I sat upright, noticing that I was slouching again.

'Sit up straight یا you’re gonna get a crooked spine and spend the rest of you’re life in a wheelchair.' I mocked my Mom’s frequent nags. She’s a Chiropractor, آپ know how they are.

“What is it my Lovely sister dear?” I asked June snidely while rolling my eyes.

You see, I haven’t been in the best mood these past few months. I...
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posted by Insight357
I got to the motel around ten that night. I paid forty dollars for two nights. I figured I could find an apartment سے طرف کی then. At least I hoped I could.
    I now sat on the side of a bank over looking a river. Lucy sat beside of me, getting all the latest drama from my life. She was almost like my therapist. I knew I was supposed to be hers, but it wasn‘t the best arrangement.
    “Love sucks, Lucy,” I کہا while rubbing my eyes. I had just told her about what happened between Alexander and me.
    “I used to think that, too....
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posted by Insight357
I awoke around ten that morning. I looked beside of me Alexander sat looking at me. A hint of a smile was on his face.
    “Good morning,” he said, handing me a cup of coffee.
    “Thanks,” I کہا taking a sip. It was just the way I like it, black.
    “You may want to get dressed,” Alexander said, eyeing my stomach. I pulled up the sheet.
    “Why? Clothes are so restricting,” I said. There was no point in getting dressed. I needed to avoid Grey as long as possible. She would be pissed.
    “I...
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posted by Insight357
    Grey pulled away from the house. I sat inside on the couch. Our house had deep brown walls, and light brown hard-wood floors. There were knick-knacks everywhere. Pictures of Grey’s family hung on the walls. None of mine, though, I prefer to keep mine in my suitcase.
    It may seem odd, but I keep all my belongings in my suitcase. I’m afraid if I unpack something bad will happen.
    The brown سوفی, لٹانا I sat on, and musty smell of the house grew old on me. I walked outside to the front porch. It was one of the nice, white, wrap-around...
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George Clark looked at his newborn son Lucas. Devestated at the death of his wife, he wonders why she couldn't stop her alcoholic addiction, especially for her own child. After they found out she was pregnant, George encouraged her to go to theorpy, have interventions, یا anything to stop her addiction. Nothing would help. Even knowning that she had a son on the way, she still drank. George refused to raise Luke all سے طرف کی himself. He felt like he wouldn't be a good enough single father to raise him. He tried for a month, but took Luke to an orphanage, hoping that his son would be adopted and have...
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 Isabella
Isabella
    I woke up to a gloomy day. The reaping. I sigh, and get out of bed. I get dressed in a blue dress. I look into the mirror. My mom comes into the room, and braids my black hair. Everyday, she tells me I برداشت, ریچھ a strong resemblance to my father, but she never tells me who he is. "You look remarkable!" she says. She sighs. "Isabella Everdeen... I hope that name isn't pulled"
    "That game is foolishness! There are countless names in Panem. There are 24 tributes. Two of them from District 12. We havn't won in 36 years. 15 of them, I've been alive. 3 of...
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 Isabella
Isabella
    I woke up to a gloomy day. The reaping. I sigh, and get out of bed. I get dressed in a blue dress. I look into the mirror. My mom comes into the room, and braids my black hair. Everyday, she tells me I برداشت, ریچھ a strong resemblance to my father, but she never tells me who he is. "You look remarkable!" she says. She sighs. "Isabella Everdeen... I hope that name isn't pulled"
    "That game is foolishness! There are countless names in Panem. There are 24 tributes. Two of them from District 12. We havn't won in 36 years. 15 of them, I've been alive. 3 of...
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Chapter 3

    In front of me was a world like no other. Danny called it BOES but it was nowhere near being a building. There were trees everywhere. In the distance were a couple mountains. There were so many plants, trees, flowers, lakes, ponds, and hills that it could almost be described as a fairy world. I almost thought it was a fairy world from seeing a bunch of pretty mermaids in the ponds, gigantic آگ کے, آگ breathing dragons in the sky, naiads, centaurs, and many مزید mythological animals that I can’t name. There were even real animals, like elephants and cats, cheetahs,...
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Okay first of let me start out سے طرف کی saying that I know this (meaning my عنوان is a song.) So plz don't say anything about it. سیکنڈ This story is not fully developed, me and my friend only have chapter one and we don't even know what it's about yet lol. the last thing i need to say is that i can not spell, okay! so if آپ don't have anything nice to say plz don't say it at all. now the story hope آپ enjoy. :)p.s that doesn't me آپ cant tell me what آپ think of the story, if u thought it was bad say so, but in a nice way. don't destroy my dream!!! Okay now the story.
Preface
I hid my eyes...
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 The manor I imagine. Without the moor however.
The manor I imagine. Without the moor however.
Chapter 2: “Ilia,” he whispered into my ear as we walked across the soft meadows surrounding the manor, “how magnificent your beauty is.” Arik’s words curling around me seducing me completely, he had been doing so since the moment he arrived. “Please sit,” he asked as he took my dainty hands into his large rough ones. Today I had worn green to emphasize the one feature about myself I cherished the most, though he begged to differ. I sunk into the grass, soft like moss still holding his hand ever so lightly. He kneeled beside me, chasing away the strands of hair that flickered...
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