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posted by KatiiCullen94
ok... some of the content in this fanfiction, might rattle some very senstive nerves for some, and i sencerily apologise for that.. please. im sorry.

She moved. She played. She is mine. She isnt here yet, but will be soon and will be all mine. I feel her smile, and dreams and laugh. My daughter. How long how i wanted her.
time after time she escaped me, leaving broken. But she forms again. As though she still wants me. Perhaps she isn't escaping but kidnapped instead.
This time, im ready, and shes staying protected and staying with me.
Two days to the date, in which i will see the face of her.
Im all ready and fit to go, her room is perfect, keeps everything she will ever need. And i will love her, on my own.
I will be the only one of a time being to love her. I'm alone, but she will take away the lonelness.
she moves again. she plays everyday, not one day goes by that she doesnt remind me of her, but how could i forget anyway. I fear she will be a engertic figeter, she just moves everyday, every hour, she makes me laugh.
I dont know what to name her yet. How can you name face that you haven't yet seen. She must suit it. But i still have my favourites of course.

i dont know how i manged to fall asleep with her soccer games all night, but i did.
however she had caused me to feel really sick when i woke. A rare occaision for me. Morning sickness wasn't too harsh to me ever before..
I felt heat rising from my chest, creating my breath uneven to pants.
I've never felt like this before, panic was shaking in my body. Relax . relax. everythings ok.
I felt her kick hurt me. Then more sickness come from the tip of my throat and out. Gross.
i waited for her to reply. I waited. she diddnt answer.
i need help. i try to stable my weak legs, only to feel a massive pull within my adomin. The pants grew more and more voilent.
i saw it rush out of me. no. no. please.
i tried to walk to the phone, i need help.
"911 emergancy, whats your emergancy?"
"Please... i ..i need help... its.. its.. my baby. baby." was i all i was able to break throught the pants.
"We will be there soon. just sit down and breathe"
its wasnt long till they came to rescue me.
By then the blood was all over me. i rocking back and forth, holding onto to her.
They carried me to the hospital.
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posted by GreenLight24
Author's Note: Hey, guys! :D I've finally drafted the third installment of the "Blacktie." series. It does require some knowledge of the first two stories posted in order here: link]http://www.fanpop.com/clubs/writing/articles/213262/title/blacktie-revised-version[/url][/url] and here:link]http://www.fanpop.com/clubs/writing/articles/213538/title/blacktie-dinner[/url][/url] This is the story of Blacktie's run-in with a female accomplice! It picks up right where the second story left off. Enjoy. :D

Anthony gently pulled at his bow tie and unbuttoned his coat as he peered devilishly towards the...
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posted by malmcd
You want to be there. You know you do. Don't lie, dahling. It's okay. I know what you're thinking when you look up at that splendorous place atop the mountain. I
know what fills you, spurs you on, fuels your dreams. You're obsessed with being chosen. Everyone is.
    The Land you thirst for has loomed at the top of the mountain in Metopia for as long as you can remember. But for most of the year, it's covered in fog, it's color changing with each passing day as if it's a gargantuan mood ring. You begin your mornings staring at the fog, longing for the fateful evening when...
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posted by OlivFirecracker
You laugh at something just not funny and the only thing you do is apologise, even if you don't mean it, you do because the people hearing you laugh do not appreciate it. How could they?

You hear something sad about another and you apologise, because you may feel bad for them but you don't know what to say and you think saying anything else or not saying anything at all is inconsiderate, but it's not fair on you because you don't know what to do with that information.

You did you best to save something or someone for someone else but you fail and you know that you haven't lost anything but...
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posted by serenacullen93
Hello my name is Leila Claudette Xavier the daughter of Max Oscar Xavier. The CEO of Xavier Arms Of War or X.A.W. it is the number one provider of weapons for the arm forces. X.A.W. has been around since world war one we are a family of geniuses mean the Xavier are know for that. I graduated from college when I was ten years old and was valedictorian of my high school class at the age of eight. I’m now fifteen. I woke to the sun pouring thought my bay window here in Virginia Beach near Camp Pendleton so named after General William Nelson Pendleton an Episcopalian minister at Grace Church...
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posted by MomoThePuppy
Terrence moved slowly, watching where he placed his feet. He didn’t want to step on those certain floorboards that squeaked and risk scaring the small girl. He quietly picked his way across the floor, and stopped at the edge of the child’s bed. Gently, he placed a hand on her shoulder, and for a moment, his eyes became locked on the stark contrast of their skin tones. She was very light in color, almost a peachy shade. He was dark in tone, close to the color of chocolate. He smiled at this.

“Rosie,” He said, voice barely above a whisper. “It’s almost daylight. Time to get up, kiddo.”...
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posted by Me_Iz_Here
(Not a very creative name, I know)


ONE

I sat on the bed. Doing nothing. Nothing. Nothing. I looked at the clock. Friday, five-fifty-eight PM. Five-fifty-nine. Waiting. Waiting. Heart pounding. Counting seconds. Every week. Every week, SHE came. SHE would try to kill me. Then I would scream for help and they would come. Then I would get a lecture that nothing was there, possibly some treatment or whatever. Then next Friday at six, it would happen again.
Forty-five seconds. I glanced at the book. I brought it with me. That way, no one else would read it. It was old and leather-bound, and had pictures...
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posted by EmoKidSteven
Well you see
I'm not myself anymore
Well you can see
What I've done
Blinded myself
Lost my direction
In this times
That are getting cold
In this moment
To behold
And shine

Here's a poem
For all the loved ones
Here's a grave
For all the dead
Here's the oxygen
For all the living
Here's a tissue
For tears that are shed
I'm lost now
I'm here now
I'm lost here
By Myself
I'm gone now
I'm lost again
I'm lost
By myself

Well take your houses
Take your money
Take the things you don't need
Live the life
You've always wanted
And then burn the memories
Take the good times and the bad
Take the happy maybe the sad
And turn, turn yourself around
I'm lost in my own fairytale
Where I'm the winner
All over again
in my daydreams I've lost all hope
All ambition
Looking and losing an only friend

I'm lost now
I'm here now
I'm lost here
By Myself
I'm gone now
I'm lost again
I'm lost
By myself

I'm lost
I'm here
I'm lost here
By myself

I'm lost now
I'm here now
I'm lost here
By myself

By myself
posted by twilight-rocks9
plz tell me if u like it or if i should write more.


And his hair I love it!” my best friend Selene said. I make a gagging sound. “Oh shut up Gabs you’re going to be like this your boyfriend and I’m going to suffer.” she said. “You want to suffer then let me replay what you sound like.” I did a horrible impression of her. “Oh no I have to go bye gabby.” she said. When she got up she kicked sand on my arm. “Bye Lena” I said a little too late. I looked at the suns refection on the clear blue ocean. I got up to go swimming when someone put their hands over my eyes and said...
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posted by flabaloobalah
CHAPTER ONE: "CARTER"

There’s one silent sensation of falling really fast and really hard. Then it’s over. Just like that. Somewhere off in the distance, a girl screams. Maybe she’s next to me and my damaged ears are playing tricks on me. Or maybe she really is far away from here, wherever that is.
    A flame billowing over a folded up car flicks its vile tongue. The fire reflects in the pools of blood and the bodies. Five bodies, and myself, still alive. Sirens wail and rescue teams and news vans swarm the scene. I moan and grip my chest, waiting for someone to notice...
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