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posted by Vampiyaa
"Hey, aren't you supposed to be in bed?" Toyo asked, when he spotted Aiko lying down on the couch reading one of May's magazines. Aiko didn't respond. It took a few seconds for Toyo to figure out she was sleeping.
"Silly," Toyo laughed, kneeling beside her. "You'd better wake up before the monitor finds out you didn't show up at your dorm." He attempted to prod her awake and then gasped as his entire body went numb. Something dark inside him stirred, and he widened his eyes and locked them on Aiko's neck. Unconciously, he reached out his hand and slid it onto Aiko's neck. The monster inside him fidgeted with pleasure as he savoured the warmth of her skin, the feeling of her pulse against his hand, the sensation of the blood rushing through her veins... Toyo gasped and yanked his hand back as he suddenly became aware of what he was doing. He bit his hand, causing blood to spill over his wrist.
"Not her..." he mumbled. But then he realized something was wrong. Toyo turned around again and placed his hand on her forehead. She was way too warm.
"Oh, god..." he whispered. "MAY, GET THE THERMOMETER, NOW!"

Aiko woke in a strange room, not a room she recognized. Her face was warm and her body was cold. Shivering, Aiko shoved the silk covers off of her and then suddenly heard hushed voices coming from a door to her right that stood hanging slightly ajar. She slid off the bed and peered through the crack in the door. The first thing she saw was Toyo kneeling on the floor, gasping and coughing and clutching his throat as if he were attempting to choke himself. May was standing over him with a cold expression on her face.
"See what you're putting yourself through?" she said in annoyance. "If you'll just let me—"
"No," said Toyo; his voice was hoarse and choked. It was clearly hard for him to speak between coughs.
What's wrong with Toyo? Aiko thought desperately. She contemplated about jumping into the room to help him, but before she could so much as move May slapped him across the face. Toyo tumbled to the ground, still panting.
"You see?" May said coldly. "If you weren't killing yourself, you wouldn't even have moved when i did that." She knelt down beside him and steadied him.
"Your body is eating itself alive," she whispered. "From the inside out. You need human bl—"
"NO!" Toyo shouted, his head falling onto May's shoulder. "I won't ever... ever harm... a human..."
"Then at least replenish from me!"
"But... your blood... I can't even digest it anymore!" Toyo coughed.
"Try one more time," May insisted. Toyo, gulping for breath, lifted his head up weakly. Aiko's eyes widened as the light from the moon illuminated Toyo's actions. He brushed back May's hair with a shaking hand and, to Aiko's completely astonishment, pressed his lips to May's throat. His eyes flashed red and his tortured expression was replaced with something dark... something evil...
With a loud slicing noise, Toyo's fangs slid down to his lips. He opened his mouth wide and bit down, hard, on May's throat. Aiko watched in horror as blood spilled over Toyo's face. He took out his fangs from May's neck and emotionlessly licked the blood off of her neck.
Toyo is... a vampire? Aiko thought in horror. When Toyo, no longer coughing, walked into the room, he found an empty bed and the window open.

End of excerpt. I really do suck, don't I? |:D
Chapter 1: Beauty is a cruel mistress

Sighing I sat down in the usual hard wooden chairs that the school provided. Taking out my book I opened it to the page I had been reading last night at unspeakable hours of the morning-or afternoon for humans- none the less I was tired and the small writing printed on the pages strained my eyes. I was in English, which considering I was a vampire and having no intentions of pursuing a career in literature was quite a pointless subject. I had already had four classes already this morning and I was not looking forward to this one.
“Rose” a smooth but...
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posted by fake_alibi13
I am not sure why I am writing this down.I guess I just felt like it, telling my story.It was years ago and although it was on some papers and local news, the story gradually faded and got forgotten by everyone. Everyone but me, and I know to this day that what people heard was not the true story.Of course, even then as a small child I knew that telling it would only do more harm to me than good, I would be called crazy and they wouldn't even try to protect me from something that they would just label the ravings of a demented little girl.
Ten years have passed since, I was a quiet kid, barely...
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posted by Isabella121797
View from Isabella's room...
View from Isabella's room...
-Chapter One-

In the blink of a eye, a life can be turned around and upside down. This is something I had found out just mere seconds before. When my parents told me I'd be packing up everything I knew and be moving. My name is Isabella Moore and things were just getting started.

It was a cool Thursday night, and my parents had just layed down the biggest news of my life on me.
I was moving out of MY city. Chicago was all I'd ever known and all I'd come to love. My friends, my hopes and dreams, they were all supposed to come true here!... Why was this happening?

A million other thoughts blazed...
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posted by RiverIce
I read this and had to pass it on.
my name is sarah
i am three
my eyes are swollen
i cannot see
i must be stupid
i must be bad
what else could have made
my daddy so mad
i wish i were better
i wish i werent ugly
then maybe my mommy
would still wanna hug me
i cant do a wrong
i can't speak at all
or else i locked up
all day long
when i wake up
im all alone
the house is dark
my folks arent home
when my mommy does come home
i try to be nice
so maybe i'll just get
one wipping tonight
i just heard a car
my daddy is back
from charlie's bar
i heard him curse
my name is called
i press myself
against...
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posted by noahnstar1616
-7 and a half hours later-
As I walked out of the school, I saw Cameron signaling me over to his car. I walked up to him and he told me to get in, which I did. As he started up the car, I couldn't help but feel like Cameron was upset with me. "Where are we going?"

"Somewhere we can talk."

"About?"

"I'll let you know when we get there." I nodded and kept quiet for the whole ride.


Half an hour later, Cameron parked in the beach parking lot. He took the key out of the ignition and put them in a cup holder. He then looked at me with a very disappointed look.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"I want to...
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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 question my opinion, because you are wrong.
Whatever you can do, I can do twice as well.

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

No-one would dare retaliate. I am inside my fortress.
And you can't get in. You 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 by one, and day 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, friends 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 posted the first half like two months ago but here it is again. By 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 day felt off. Just by 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 bed but I felt like I...
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2

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

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

    “Alright, alright, hold on!” Ray said 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, by shakkespear the other is an original, so thats probably really bad lol. you could say my translation helps people understand what its about

Sonnet 18-translated by me written bt shakespear

Are you as lovely as the days of summer
But you 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 by 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 more 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 you 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 day but I guess the principal killed the glory by 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 year after the birth of our son. No one aided me in the crime and it is a thing I regret more than anything in the world. I hid her body in a well from our previous 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 Table At Her Fav, '50's Dinner'. Although The Red Head Was Not In The Mood To Eat, Or 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 seat 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 Said as she closed her eyes

"Nononononononon; Now!" Joe told her

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