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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
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Advice To Beginning Screenwriters by WGA West President Howard A. Rodman via FilmCourage.com.
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posted by LaughingHyena
Some random little piece of prose writing I did last year on a teens writing website, hope you like it.:)

They are everywhere, these birds. They hobble, strut, and flutter around the town, weaving in and out of the shoppers, darting in between clumping feet to snatch crumbs and bits of crisps among the blobs of chewing gum and cigarette ends on the wet cobblestones. The people don’t care. The pigeons don’t care. Both species living their separate lives in a man-made environment where man and bird are equal. They are the colours of the town; grey, dull brown occasionally, dappled with factory-steam...
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posted by para-scence
"I still remember the world from the eyes of a child. Slowly those feelings were clouded by what I know now..."



I sat there in the police department, swinging my legs back and forth high above the floor. I was wearing my favorite purple dress and my butterfly sandals. My dark brown hair was in a high ponytail and it bounced as I looked both sides. Where was Mommy? Carmine and Reed sat next to me there, and they were not happy. Carmine, twelve at the time, had tears coming from his eyes. Reed, fourteen, had his face in his hands, so I couldn't see what he looked like. Soon I got sick of waiting...
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Source: I LOST MY CHILDHOOD LOVE
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Thanks to you all who read the whole “Quarter Quell” series. I apologize for any grammar mistakes and I hope you enjoy the last story in the “Quarter Quell” series “the diary of Iza Reffile. (Silenced)”




Part one
The little girl
How am I going to turn out, pshh who cares not any but me. It was Christmas morning and everyone was opening presents. I am now currently 5. When everyone handed me there presents I smiled big and slowly open the paper.
“It’s just paper.” My mother use to say.
“Yea sure if you say so.” I said I carefully take it off. When I see what I got my face...
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Can you sit through the whole thing? I got about six minutes in and couldn't take it anymore. XD
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posted by fanfangirlfan
As I stand on the sidewalk thinking where to even start, I try and think of everything I know about Sam. It’s not much. I know that he has a younger brother. Yes, his name is Tyler and I know because he’s friends with my younger sister Jennifer. They’re in grade 1 together. I’ve even babysat them for god’s sake. I know that he’s a good student, smart, hardly gets into trouble, but he’s not really involved with anything like sports or clubs. I know that he lives with his uncle because his parents died in a car crash 2 years ago. I know that besides seeing each other in the halls...
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posted by problematic124
We are your saviors.
We are your protectors.
We are your heroes.
If you join us,you pledge yourself worthy.Worthy to protect every single living species.Even if it costs your life.
Once your in your in ...and there's no gettig out. Our secrets are sacred,our discoveries valuable. We hold the key to things that,to the human eye are unreal. But to us their not because we know the truth. And so will you.
It is your choice, take it or leave it. If you are a true protector you will pass the test.
We welcome all, to the Protection. Choose your path correctly and then let it be.
posted by para-scence
The next day, after Nikolai and Carmine went to work, I waited until school would've been out to go find Andrew. I waited by the side of the high school, until the students started filing out. I kept my eyes open for him, but when I didn't see him for a long time, I began to worry that he hadn't shown up to school at all today. My heart skipped a beat when I saw him, and I realized I didn't have a plan.

I hid on the side of the school, until he walked past, not even noticing me. Then I grabbed the back of his shirt, and pulled him back into the alley, forcing him up against the wall.

"Ow! What...
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posted by GigglesD
I never understood my hometown. It's always changing. Crime is high, pigeons fly, and it's basically impossible to not pass something that's been vandalized.
One sad thing is, I never met my father. My mother always told me he ran off when I was an infant. I never got all that good of an education, because my teachers never teach. My mother isn't around much anymore. She doesn't even call me. I wish everything would change. Before my father ever ran off.
I wonder what he's doing right now. He probably also does vandalism. Maybe he's found a hobby. Maybe he's going through therapy. You can never know what someone is doing when you don't have sight of them.
Right now I'm in a pharmacy, and I always wonder: what people have when they walk in here. It could be anything from a cold, to rare and chronic diseases.
posted by zutaradragon
i made my life with a ridged frame, so nothing bends it only breaks into...peices and peices. all this talk of life being great, well wheres the love for me...these days? it seems it may not be worth, seems so much easyer to just give in. when you're reaching for...so much more.
what happens to a girl when she spills her heart on a page & she watchs words flow away. then, these feelings are alone on the page & they're waiting for someone who cares to read them. to open their eyes, to see them. then they realize that life aint purfect, & that the scars run to deep to heal. and every...
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posted by Percysclique
Chapter 1 – A Prisoner is Set Free

Amorite let the wall be her guide as she descended the stairs to the dungeon. A ring of keys dangled from a sash just below her waist. Silently, Amorite tiptoed toward the sleeping guard. Kildee was asleep, but just to be on the safe side, the sixteen year old girl put a pouch of powder under his nose.

Amorite’s hand shook as she took the pouch away. She knew that what she was doing was forbidden. Amorite had stolen the sleeping powder from Ilea, the healer, yesterday when Ilea had been taking care of a patient. Amorite promised herself she would return...
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