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hey guys, this is the second chapter, the first one didnt have a title remeber??? i hope u do lol.....



The darkness, it is something i have allways been afraid of, somthing that would always catch me in the end. But sometimes the darkness, is safer than the real world.

I was coming to, but i stayed still, and hoped it was all a dream, i prayed for some sort of dream, a nightmare. Anything. I breathed in the air, i whimpered. No pancakes. just grease, and dust. i opened my eyes, and quickly glanced around the cafe, i notticed some of the tables and chairs were upturned, and i could hear harsh whispers, coming from behind the counter.i pushed my self from the ground as silently as i could, i usesd one of the upturned chairs to steady myself. my head was spinning, my legs shaking but i pushed myself forward, forcing my legs to escape to the door. i hobbled, and shuffled, and glanced at the counter frequently, i still couldnt see any one, but i could hear them. i touched the door handle, and was bombarded with my last memory.The boy. i turned on my heels, and glanced over the room again.Nothing. I shook my head, thinking i had just imagined him.I turned the door handle, but it was locked, and for the first time i moaned,loud, the noise from behind the counter stoped, and so did i. I didnt know what to do, but my legs did. I jogged and crouched behind one of the turned tables, and closed by eyes, my breathing slowed. Im not even sure i took another breath, i was to woried, too everything.i didnt dare peek around the corner, i just waited for the *knell. i could hear the shuffling of feet, and the panting of my hunter.my legs were aching from the way that i sat, my ribs sore from the pressure Dorris had applied to them, my whole body was screaming in pain. i had to move. i slighlty slid my leg forward, an inch or so, but they heard, and whoever was coming ran towards my table, and pushed it fully over. I flinched and covered my head.
"Please!" i begged the stranger. "I dont know what is going on, please," I pleaded, i spoke the truth, i had no idea what i was getting into.I opened my eyes and looked into my persuaderes face. I half smiled, and let my arms drop from my head. It was the boy. I looked up at him, he was a bit taller than what i was, i think. His eyey's were so dark they could have passed for black.
"i wont hurt you," He whispered, holding out his hand, an offer. i stared at the hand, did i really want to? yes. i forced my unwilling hand to move forward, and clasp his hand, he pulled me onto my feet. When he dropped my hand, my legs began to wobble again, i fell back, but he grabbed a chair and slid it under me just in time.
"Thanks," I mumbled, figeting with my hands, i didnt look up at him to see his nodd. He slouched off behind the counter again, and this time came backhuffing and dragging somthing large across the ground with him, my breathe got caught, and i couldnt breath.Dorris. it hadnt hit me yet what she had done to me, my hand touched my ribs, and i winced at the pain.
"Tell her everything!" the boy growled, my head snapped up to look at his face, it was full of anger, but there was somthing else. Sadness? My attention was dragged back towards Dorris, who was laughing evily.
"Do you think that will help?" She snarled, the loook on her face, made all the anger i had been storing come up to the surface, i jumped off the chair and fell on my knees at her head. i couldnt controll what i was doing, the anger did.
"Tell me!" i screamed into her face, my whole body shaking with rage.Dorris wasnt shocked by my outburst, infact she acted as if it never happened.
"Why dont you tell her Jaden, i dont have enough time befor they come for her," i looked at the boy "Jaden", my face confused, and my temper draining, his face fell to the ground, in shame. Dorris was laughing, but i ignored her. instead i looked for my rucksack, if what she said was true, i needed to leave now, i looked about the floor, trying not to return the stare coming from jaden. When i did find my rucksack i threw it over my shoulder and ran for the door, and remebered it was locked.
"The keys?"i asked looking at Jaden, he nodded towards the counter, i jogged towards them. once i had them, i turned back for the door and noticed two big black cars with blacked out windows pulling up outside the cafe.



OKAY SO I GUESS U NOTICED THE STAR? WELL IF I USE A WORD I THINK NO ONE HA HEARD OF ILL PUT A STAR AND EXPLAIN WHAT IT MEANS.

*KNELL- THIS MEANS FUNERAL BELL.
posted by Fangirl99
As Vanessa walked into the spooky house,she looked for Dr.Vamp.

"hello?is anybody here?hello?"

"Good evening,"a voice called out sounding a lot like Dracula.

"huh?whos that?"Vanessa asked the voice with no body.

"Turn around."called the voice

so she did,and turned to a white man with very pale skin,and red lip stick

"come,sit."said the white man,pointing to his chair.

"Hello,i am Dr.Vamp.Who do we have here?"

"My name is Vanessa Colorado,and ive been experiencing strange behavior."

"mhm,like what?"

"well,at school today,i bit someones arm"

"Did blood come out"

"a little"

"were there marks?"

" yes,tiny ones,though."...
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Please read the other chapters and tell me whether this is any good or not. And if you don't like it, please give constructive critisicm.



The last of the dinner guests poured out of Joseph Warren's house. He didn't have dinner parties often because they usually resulted in fight's between two different people or parties with extremely different political views. Fortunately, their was only one, small conflict on whether America should be fighting communism in other coutries or not. Joeseph of course took the side of fighting communism, and so did a couple of others. But most of the other people...
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He looked at me with his eyes so soft and green,
My thoughts immediately became obscene.
He smiled and I turned all squishy inside,
My mind tried to run away and hide, but
My body couldn't refuse the notion
His eyes proofed my feelings otherwise.
We walked on the beach hand in hand,
are feet delighted in the soft warm sand.
We could smell the sweet scent of desire on one another
As we drifted off into paradise.

The ocean was sparkling with delight, on this glorious afternoon.
The sun was set above the cloudless horizon. The summarily, briskly air filled my surroundings with temptation.
As I adventured...
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Sakura Haruno From Naruto Punching Naruto Uzumaki
Sakura Haruno From Naruto Punching Naruto Uzumaki
1.Lloyd2-I Just Got Real Close To Him In The Past 5 Hours.

2.Hidanfan-She's Real Funny, Cool To Chat In The Chatroom With, And She's Just Plain Awesome! We Even Created A Spot Called "Giovannimtz&Hidanfan" I Thought Of The Idea, She Made It! I Also Created Her A Spot Called "Hidanfan" She's Also Obsessed With Hidan From Naruto.

3.Akatsuki_Otaku-She Loves The Akatsuki From Naruto Like I Do. I Was Her First Fan And She's Fun To Chat With Like Hidanfan.

4.Bond_Of_Fury-I Also Got Close To Him In The Past 2 Hours, Lol.

5.Rusty746454-She Was My Bff On Fanpop But She Started To Stop Going On Fanpop...
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This is my take on love,it came to me about two years ago,then it was just a phrase,i came up with the poem later on.:)I hope you like it,please Review it.Critisism is welcome-but no Flames pls.thanks bye!


Love Is A Tortured Soul

Love is a tortured soul.
Drenched in the bearing of it’s kind, and the lost.
For it gets lost quite easily; it’s naïve and foolish-desperate.
Love is a tortured soul.
It’s always there, waiting for you to find it in it’s dark dim home, longing for another of it’s kind to relate and confide to.
They come sometimes, or so it thinks.
It’s always being teased by...
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Last summer I went to Los Angeles to stay with my cousin for a few weeks.One afternoon we were having lunch in a nice restaurant in the centre of the town when my cousin got a call on her mobile phone and went outside to talk.While she was speaking to her friend,I suddenly noticed a man in a black hat who was sitting at the next table.It was the actor Johnny Depp!He was alone,and I decided to take my chance.So I got up and went to his table:'Excuse me,could I have my photo taken with you?'I asked.He said yes,so I stopped a waitress who was passing by and gave her my camera.She took the photo of me and Johnny,I thanked them both,and then I returned to my table.When my cousin came back,I smiled.'Why are you looking so pleased with yourself?'she asked.
'I had my photo taken with Johnny Depp.'
'Johnny Depp?Where is he?'
'He's sitting over there.Look!'
She turned around to look and then started to laugh.
'That's not Johnny Depp!'I looked at the man in the black hat-he was laughing too.
I work for a magazine,which was doing an article about British language learners.As an experiment,they asked me to learn a completely new language for one month.Then I had to go to the country and do some"tests"to see if I could"survive"in different situations.I decided to learn Polish because my great-grandmother was Polish and I have some relatives there.I can already speak French and Spanish quite well but Polish isn't a latin-based language so I knew it would be completely different.

I did a one-month intensive course at a language school in Birmingham.I thought I was good at languages before...
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posted by Epismatic
You held up your pumpkin spice finger,

With a playful wink,

Your sweetness saved me several times,

When I was on the brink,

The warmth within your spritely smile,

Allowed me to be real,

Your cinnamon and sugar hugs

They taught me how to feel.

I'd run down to the coffee shop,

So I could see your face.

You've seen me at my happiest,

You've seen me in disgrace.

And though you're always beaming,

Still I feel the need to say,

It's okay if you have some days,

Where your spice fades away.
posted by ashesandwine
Sorry for not posting this earlier but I post them on my spot and forget to post them here... so to be more updated please join my spot and read them as they are ready:P
Thanks to Patrisha727 for helping with the start of the letter...
Thanks to Emmett4ever for the first push...
And thanks to everyone for the support...



"Catherine's POV"

Now I know we have a change... Now I now we can fight... Fight for our love, fight for our life, fight for each other... We are no longer two lovers drawn apart, we are two lovers fighting for their love...
See the light in the end of the tunnel? It's me guiding...
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Chapter 2 - New Boy

    I was hyperventilating as my angel walked past me on to his first class. He walked into the door of Mr. Emmi’s class, which was also my first class. I learned that my angels name is Stefan. His sisters names were Colleen and Carmen. His brothers, Jacob and Leo.
    His voice was heavenly. Sweet and daring. He walked to the last empty desk. It was beside me. I moved my purse from off the desktop and smiled at him politely. His answering smile made me hyperventilate again. I could have sworn I heard him chuckle.
    We...
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