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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
posted by K5-HOWL
A little long but worth the read...





Two Choices

What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch
line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have
made the same choice?

At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with
learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a
speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After
extolling the school and its
dedicated staff, he offered a question:

'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything
nature does, is done with perfection.

Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn...
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posted by livethislifeup
Like after all the nights before, I had woken up a several amount of times. Every hour, past twelve, until I finally woke at nine. This routine was my life. It was all it was, after Max.
Max, was my life for the twelve years we had. However, five of those twelve years, we spent in grief.
Diagnosed with lung cancer on our sixth year anniversary. At first, we were a little worried--but we were certain that things would turn out fine. He promised me that they would. That, however, was not the case.
With radiation treatment, and surgeries here and there, the cancer came back every year until our twelfth...
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posted by babina
Hey! everyone! thanx for reading and commenting on my articles! HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS ONE!

Recap:
When i turned around to look in the direction where she was coming from, i saw that nearly all the people who had been standing there were gone.I looked around and saw some of the kids running into the bathrooms, others entering classrooms which they were not supposed to be in.I thought about hiding in one room that was on the left side near the locker i had hit my head on but before i could even move, i had Mrs.copcon say, "Everyone stop where they are standing".

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posted by Dearheart
For Kay, my dear sister in Jesus. May this small tale help to remind you how beautifully and wonderfully made you are in the eyes of the Great Artist.

~~ Beautiful ~~

Once upon a time, not long ago and not far away, there lived a wise and skillful artist who loved to paint. He delighted in making magic with color and bringing all the images he saw in his head to life in his pictures.

One day, he was painting something extra special. His brush dipped in and out of the swirling colors and flew across the canvas in expert strokes; dabbing here, blending there, moving swiftly in a joyful, marvelous...
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posted by WildCherryWolf
Dear You-Know-Who,


How can you not read my body language? When you present, I barely look up. I barely clap. I barely look at you? And yet, when my friends present, I go wild. I clap, I cheer, I am constantly looking at them. I even think you touched my hair!!!!


I know you were impressed when I rocked up in the multipurpose area covered in blood and bruises. A door hit me, sent me flying into a pole and sent to the cement for goodness' sake! You hung around, I can tell. Yu stayed longer than I expected you to. At least you didn't see me when tears were flooding down my face. Or when I hit the...
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posted by Chaann94
So I came up with this letter-like story. It's based on me and my secret crush. Please tell me if you liked it or not!

Dear you,

From the moment I met you, you were different from all the other people I've met before. Especially the way I felt about you. Sure I've had crushes before, but I act different around you. When you don't agree with me, you ask these questions that hurt my feelings. You make those comments that make me feel bad and make me want to cry more than I want to laugh. Normally I would have broken off contacts with a person like that long before he or she would have gotten so...
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posted by rebaj2010
love. what does it truley mean? being in love is simpe, anyone can convence themslves they are in love. being in love is when you feel something for one person more strongly than you feel for another. but love is something elsa all together. love is when you cant convience yourselve you love someone, but when you try to leave something tells you no, stop and think. and when you do think the reason is blantint. Love is when you think your done, done fighting and done lieing, but than it hits you that without all of that you wouldnt be the person you are, and they wouldnt be the one you love....
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