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posted by DxCFan123
"Someone! Help Me! I'm Being Chased By A Vampire!"I yelled. "THAT'S NOT GONNA HELP!!!!" Yelled a vampire. The vampire, Andrew Gonzales had been tracking me down for a long time. I'm Samantha Fitzpatrick by the way. I'm 14, its 1510 right now. But I can't talk now! He's catching up!

"HELP ME!!!!!" I yelled again. I looked over my shoulder and when I looked back, I trippped on a rock and fell. I tried to get up but I hurt my ankle. Probally sprained. "Help!" I screamed. I felt a sharp pain in my neck. "Mamma! Mamma! Ma-". Everything went black.

"Mamma!" I screamed. I sat up. Where was I? Everything was grey and hazy, like fog. "Hello?" My voice echoed. I was as cold as death. Death... DEATH! I was dead. But where was I? The white light of death? I felt my neck. Bite marks. I got off of the wierd coffin like thing I was sitting on. Wait-- COFFIN! I swerved around to see it disappeared. Everything felt wierd.

"Hello?" What year was it? Where was I? Am I alone? I walked some more to see my dress was covered in blood. And holes. Holes everywhere. I started to run. I didn't know where I was, but that had to be the way out. Then I fell. Into a hole. Of some sort. Then I landed. I almost felt like I fell onto millions of spikes. I rolled over on my back. Where was I?
posted by Lord_Anubis
What is love?

Oi there mates… Let me tell you few things here. I actually asked myself that question long ago. Why? Well, maybe because I had no friends or other people who would accept me when I was a kid. Now I know all that matters is to accept yourself and I got a lot of friends, but to find that explanation all alone pulled me through a lot of pain. Aye... You couldn't believe it. Most of the people can't endure the lonlines, I've seen it... And finally when I found the explanation, I asked myself: ’’What the hell is love then?’’. Lately on I started to watch other people to see...
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posted by amoremusic
blessed
when i think about the things that God has blessed me with i get to excited to think that he has done all of these things for me and only me, so that the people around me can be blessed as well,

The things that i cherish the most is family and the impact that they have on me as a young woman, the love that they show me everyday of my life, there is a quote that fits what i'm talking about and this is what it is:

"Family, they are the people who bring you up when you are down, they are the ones that you can turn to when life isn't going the way you want it to, they are there to comfort...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

Tia had told me that he obviously liked black, so she'd chosen the scary halter top and skinny jeans with black peep-toed heels. Tia had gone overboard. I looked like a freaking goth.

I thought I was dressed way out of my league, but Tia said I wasn't. It was difficult to believe her.

Still, I dropped a plate when I was in the kitchen on Saturday evening when he knocked on the door. I almost twisted my ankle in my hurry to open the door. I threw it open, and I almost cried in relief when it was him and I hadn't almost injured myself for nothing.

He looked stunned when he saw what I was...
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posted by whitelion
your smile, your eyes, your voice
as if you gave me a choice
everything about you i loved
all other feelings aside i shoved

on your every word i hung
and even among
a crowd, only you i see
nowhere else i would rather be

these feelings for you, that are kept inside
i can no longer hide
everything about you i admire
you are all i desire

so kind, so sweet, so passionate
everytime our eyes met
my heart would race
while looking at your smiling face

full of buety, life, and joy
with my emotions you play like a toy
like a wild beast, my emotions cannot be tame
and i don't even know your name
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posted by ZekiYuro
Writing and design have always been two passions of mine. When someone first approached me with a writing opportunity for their blog, I was shocked. It hadn’t crossed my mind for a moment that the two could be brought together harmoniously. I still remember writing that article and building my first brainstorm of topics. I found myself asking, "What makes a good article?"




But, to hell with good articles. Anyone can write a good article. I wanted something that would floor everyone–that would make everyone say, "Who the heck is this guy, and why haven’t I read his stuff before?"

I’m always...
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Calling all writers!
Are you an artist with your words? Do you like to write? I know I do. "So You Think You Can Write" is a contest for people who would answer the same as me.

Basic Rules & Guidelines
1. Your entry MUST be submitted to this spot as an article. If it is entered in any other section it will NOT be accepted.

2. Your entry MUST be original/written by you. If anybody helped you, please credit them.

3. Your entry must be properly key-worded and titled.
a. A proper title: "[username here]'s SYTYCW Entry - [season and year] - [category/type of literature]"
ex. If I entered a poem,...
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If someone told you...
Life's like a rollercoaster,
Don't waste the ride.
Live it up all the way,
because today's your last day
What would you do?

Would you cry a little, scream a little, think it's all pretend.
Or go into silence until the very end...
Would you love the ones you hate the most or be the person you hide?
Would you pretend that you're ok but really scream inside?

Would you try and keep the sun from setting as your last day ends?
Knowing you'll never see it rise...
Tomorrow I'll be somewhere else you say as you close your eyes.
posted by Cinders
Exercise: Sleep Deprivation: 4:00AM Tuesday October 7, 2008*

The black spiders of mania are crawling over my brain, searching for a plump place to sink their pincers into. It’s been four days. I haven’t left the house for anything, not even a tuna sandwich. The space in my bed is empty, indented, as if something used to rest there, but I’m beginning to forget more and more what that may have been. Maybe it was a coffin, its contents shaken, risen, defeated, dazed, meandering around with its arms stretched out and a dull expression on its face as it mutters something indecipherable that...
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