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posted by fangs286
I ran as hard as i could, my feet smaking the ground, crushing leaves and twigs.
I heard my own breath ragged but i kept running. David had already been taken and so had Amy but i wasn't giving up that easily. I threw another look over my shoulder, even though i didnt hear anything. Of course there was nothing there.
They were to smart for that.
In my haste, i tripped over a درخت that had fallen. i tried to scramble back up, but i hard set of arms grabbed my shoulders. I screamed, but i knew that no one would come for me. So when the hand clamped over my mouth i stopped my protests. Of course my attacker whipped me to face him, but i slammed my eyes shut and turned my head away.
"Carter. Look at me."
"NO!'
i felt cold fingers against my cheek. Even though i tried to rip my head away from them, it was to no avail.
"Open your eyes Carter."
i did what i was told. Of course he stood there looking at me, but instead of feeling enchanted like Amy had with him i felt a burst of disgust.
"WHAT DO آپ WANT WITH ME?!"
"Carter i tried to stop them, i really did-"
"Sure. I should have known better to trust a stranger. All my دوستوں and i wanted was directions, not death!'
The strange boy looked at me. I knew he would look at first. My pure white hair and گلابی eyes. i really hated being Albino. I would get stares from anyone, anywhere for something i was born with.
But this boy was odd to look at as well. His hair fell to his ears in golden curls that looked soft enough to sleep in. His eyes were an odd shade of blue, like the sky.
"I'm truley sorry. My دوستوں thought آپ were the enemy."
"just let me go!" i snarled pulling free of him and i sprinted away as hard and as fast as i could.

When i got back to the Plaxe, what happened seemed to real in my mind. Amy,David and i had gone out for a walk and i had gotten lost. Our cellphones had no reception so we couldn't call anyone. Thats when we had seen them. There was the boy that had followed me and then there was his nine other friends. Including him,there were five boys and then four girls. They had attacked as soon as i had told them we were lost. In the struggle i had managed to throw a few punches, but David had been thrown to the ground quickly followed سے طرف کی a چھری and Amy's head was smashed سے طرف کی a heavy rock. Satisfied with what they had done, they had turned to me. That's when i ran.
Something inside me told me that these people were cunning and strange. Then something else had کہا who the hell cares?! they just killed two of your friends!RUN!
Finn and Marta wouldn't be happy to know that two مزید of us had been killed. the Plaxe was another ہوم that we had been moved to. All of the kids in the ہوم had been found on the streets. There are... well were 14 of us but now there was only 12. I had been with these people my whole life. Marta told me that they found me in the ashes of an old ہوم that had burned. we took in new people all the time. But someone almost always ended up dead. All of us had the worst luck ever.
I ran to my room, avoiding anyone in my path. when i got there i lyed down on my بستر and stared at the ceiling.
That's when i remebered. How had that boy in the woods known my name?
Who were they?
Chapter 2
As i was lying on my bed, i heard the crinkle of paper under me. I pulled back the blankets to reaveal a letter. I turned it over again and again but there was nothing but my name in curvey handwriting.
posted by ellie_bellie135
I am clever. I am witty.
I am popular. I am idolized. I am loved.
Everyone values my opinion. They cling to my every word.
I am free of rules.
Advice doesn't apply to me. I don't need it.

I am always right. So don't سوال my opinion, because آپ are wrong.
Whatever آپ can do, I can do twice as well.

I am untouchable.
I fling attacks from behind my fortress and fear no retaliation.
I am محفوظ behind my shield.
Stronger than steel. Stronger than diamonds. Stronger than you.

No-one would dare retaliate. I am inside my fortress.
And آپ can't get in. آپ can't hurt me.

I see, hear, smell, and touch, but...
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Brightness night


The sun sets, the moon raises, night has begun, the moon smiles down on us as it shines it's light. the stars twinkle in one سے طرف کی one, and دن is done. the moon full, round and big hums it's playful tune. the starts, so bright shine it's light for everyone in sight, as they hum in tune with the moon.

Out side looking in


Laughter sailing out of the window, دوستوں talking quietly together, people dancing everywhere. and I'm on the out side looking in. All of them are havening fun as the twirl in the in crowd. All but one who looks out side, he smiles at me and i smile back...
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posted by dragonrider
Here is the first chapter of my story. I گیا کیا پوسٹ the first half like two months پہلے but here it is again. سے طرف کی the way this book has two perspectives. I edited the first chapter.

The first day-Athena's perspective

Boy now that I look back at that week it was when my perspective on all things changed. I knew that week was different. The first دن felt off. Just سے طرف کی how I woke up.
"Athena! Get up and get ready for school!" my mom shouted at me
My eyes popped open and I got up immediately and got dressed. This was new for me since I always got up later and refused to get out of بستر but I felt like I...
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2

    Ray was getting ready for school the اگلے morning. Her parents leave way before her and T.J. gives her a ride to and from school every day. In case آپ were wondering; T.J. and کرن, رے are not dating. Nor will they ever. Best دوستوں since they were kids and it will stay that way.

    “Ray! Come on! It’s the last دن of school; we have to see who gets pranked today.” T.J. called up from downstairs.

    “Alright, alright, hold on!” کرن, رے کہا in her room, she was just walking out when the chest shook.

    Ray...
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posted by Free_Spirit
Me: Okay these are two poems of mine. The first one is a translation of sonnet 18, سے طرف کی shakkespear the other is an original, so thats probably really bad lol. آپ could say my translation helps people understand what its about

Sonnet 18-translated سے طرف کی me written bt shakespear

Are آپ as lovely as the days of summer
But آپ can not be, for your beauty and fairness range far beyond
summer can be rough, shaking the flowers in bloom
And summer is to short for my liking
The sun bears down harshly upon us,
and is often eclipsed سے طرف کی the clouds.
And all beauty erodes away,
by the the mother of nature or...
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posted by Kachetes
Holy crap ..... How? How did he get to school so fast مزید important Why is he at my school?
“wait”i noticed a poster behind joshua“ didnt the principal say that we had to wear our uniform tomorow because james got a metal?” I as birana
“we do آپ sure?”she look horrified
“unless that poster is wrong”i piont out
“hmmm well james did do a good job in that incident”
“bri he saved a suicidal kid...twice the same دن but I guess the principal killed the glory سے طرف کی making us waer that monkey suit dress”yuck I may not know much about fashion but tje dress was just so plain it had...
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posted by Lolita_Dark4
May 6, 2002
Boston, Massachusetts

To whom it may concern

My name is Ashton George Lingheart, and this is my confession. In July of 1998 I murdered my wife, Kim Rachel Summer Lingheart, a سال after the birth of our son. No one aided me in the crime and it is a thing I regret مزید than anything in the world. I hid her body in a well from our گزشتہ location in New Jersey. My wife was a kind, gentle, soft-spoken woman whom everyone adored. She never got angry, even at the people who disrespected her. She loved our son just like a mother would, for she always wanted a family of her own. She...
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posted by bubble_babe
One Fine Sunny Morning Izzy Sat At A میز, جدول At Her Fav, '50's Dinner'. Although The Red Head Was Not In The Mood To Eat, یا Do Anything For That Matter. Something Keep Bugging her. Something She Couldn't Identify. The Poor Girl Sighed, Now Her Head Hurt From Thinking so Munch. She Then Fell back in her نشست And Poped her Feet onto the table, eventhough She New The Cause Of It.

"Ey, Izzy, Gits Your Feeta Of Meh Table." A Big Man Behind The Main Counter Called.

"Leave Me Alone, Joe." Izzy کہا as she closed her eyes

"Nononononononon; Now!" Joe told her

"I کہا 'Leave me alone'!" The Red Headed Girl...
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