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The second beast ran past Opal and headed for Alec laying on the ground and Marley bandaging his arm. Marley was too slow to react, Alec jumped up from under the Karkadann, only to have the other one slam into his chest. At least four ribs broke, as he landed onto the ground, moaning in pain, Marley aimed to stab his nail into the beast’s eye, but was knocked back, only to be saved by Mia again. Grito watched as the four of them were getting trampled by the three Karkadann. Parvulo was leaning forward, with a worried look on his face. “I didn’t think they would meet up with four of them....
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I am Izabel Louise Dasha. I like to be called Izzy cuz Izabel does not suit me. AT ALL! Ya see i was dropped on my head when i was a baby. TWICE! Then my parents got arrested for child abuse and robbing banks and old people or something. Then my aunt took me,my two brother and sister in. She got maried a year later. (me and my siblings were about 2 when she got married.) Through the first few years of her marriage stuff was hard. She was not use to the kind of thing where you have a kids. (Me and my siblings are quadurplets) They started to argue a lot. Sometimes they would forget to feed only...
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Vampires are known in both human and monster worlds. Vampires who are born from a family of vampires are known as pure bloods, these are the main group of vampires in both worlds. Pure bloods are the most powerful vampire whose blood has not been tainted (Other species blood) Half bloods are either humans or other creatures who a pure blood has injected their blood into or has a past history of vampires and has gained vampire blood in their generation. Only creatures of no special ability of their own can gain vampiric power, if the creature has an power of their own the blood will act as an...
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I still remember the day I saw you. I never thought that meeting you would destroy me, would leave deep wounds that no one is able to heal not even you. You looked like a beautiful angel walking between your tow friends, carrying your books, ready to start a new year in collage with arms wide open. You laughed and the whole world laughed in my face. You waved to us, me and him. When he pointed to you I could hardly listen to him. I could hardly see anyone but you. You charmed me with your beauty.Your silky, long, black hair. Your big blue eyes, their look full of love and passion. Behind those...
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posted by livethislifeup
It's harder to forgive than to forget,
vice-versa, either way, it's still a threat,
time passes, memory flashes,
you're rememberin'
thoughts are coming in
no way to escape it, its a no win.
drives you insane, you try to up your game,
tell yourself they'll regret it and they'll live in shame,
just cause they dragged your name,
across every damn lane,
and you got hurt every time, yeah you still in pain,
and it ain't the same, you all tense around them,
and more anger do you gain.
Deep down it's still hurtin' you
like every wound would,
it's like a throbbing cut
that keeps your eyes tight shut,
and you sound out...
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Chapter 1- Star
On a warm summers evening, (all that once upon a time thing makes me feel sick, I swear) the secret Hultimore street was silent, with exceptions of course. The crunch of gravel under the feet of a lonely traveller was amiss.
The One.
People would do anything to be away from him. This man was different. He was the type of person that hated to be thought the same as anyone else so he made sure everyone knew he was different from every single being, he was most powerful. But that was about to change.
Carol Beech was expecting a baby in any minute. She was sat in a red armchair...
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posted by gossipgirlxoxo
Belinda’s p.o.v

I waited in the graveyard for something to happen, anything. “Oh come on” I moaned, being a slayer and all you think I’d be all Buffy, come on let’s get them, but really it’s terrible, you never get to sleep at night, all your best clothes get blood on them and the hunters are always late to meetings and graveyards. There are 4 hunters: Rocco was the big one, the one who handle the muscle, he had brown and blue hair and pitch black eyes, his figure was a lot like a wrestler...big. Max was the badass one, he was good looking, that’s all I could say was good about...
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posted by CullensFinest13
This is how you breathe; this is how you look; this is how you understand; this is what you need to live; this is how you laugh; this is how you smile; this what makes the world go round; this is what makes you cry; this is what takes you places; this is the beauty of the dreams; this is how you sing; this is how you breathe; this is what you feel; this is how you dream. Don’t be the victim; be the strong one; be the back bone; be the things all you want to be. Never doubt; never question; never stop believing; please understand. This is how you scream; this is how you play; this is how you...
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posted by gossipgirlxoxo
I was holding it in my hand; this man’s heart well not actually his heart but his pendant it was a dark rouge colour so pretty, how he felt for this woman his passion for her. My name is Sadie and I am a goddess of love, I have been for the last 400 years, but I have always had a problem with my place, I don’t understand it, love I mean it sounds like some club in L.A that everyone needs to go to and when they do they either get kicked out or stay and even some times they stay and then get kicked out. I lived in California with my family who are gods to, and they all have a place that...
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She watched them as they moved down her street.
They never saw her, took great care in looking away before she noticed their shamelessly wide eyes were glued to her body... or, more importantly what she embodied: this world they lived in wasn't perfect.
Her presence there seemed to pollute their pretty city and just like the odd beer can or stray McDonalds bag, they ignored her. She wasn't stupid though... she knew she was just as much an ornament as the ribbons that decorated the streetlights at this time of year, that she in fact blended in with the rest of the pavement and she herself was...
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Chapter Three

All throughout their patrol, it was all James could do to keep his attention (and eyes) on the task at hand. He was still going over the hour before patrol in his head, trying to make sense of it. Lily Evans, always the stoic one, afraid? It was hard to get his head around. Lily had always been the one to keep her head in the most panic-worthy of situations – like the time she found out that Remus is a werewolf.

It had been a particularly difficult full moon, the last one of their sixth year at Hogwarts. Wolf-Remus had been more vicious than usual and both James and Sirius were...
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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...
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A car crash, could my parents be that careless that I can’t even get a ride home from the hospital without getting in another life threatening situation? Could they care so little about my safety and well being that they’d almost kill me again? “I CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE!” I hear I boys’ voice shout stridently. It was Matt, “I can’t just be your guardian angel! I have to be with you forever now! Why can’t you stay out of trouble Elizzy?” No one’s ever called me that before, not my parents, babysitters, friends, or even crazy old people…I like it! “Is that why you abandoned...
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CHAPTER 1



I opened my light blue eyes to buttery sunshine flooding through my window; no surprise despite the fact it was December 7. I live in Atlanta, Georgia, an always warm, always sunny place. The trees were always a brilliant green, the air always warm, and clouds rarely blocked the sky.
I detested it. Nothing against Atlanta itself, it was just too green, too bright, too hot. . . The air was thick and the humidity was high, and the unforgiving sun constantly beat down on my forehead. Maybe it's just me, but I fail to understand how anyone could possibly live in a place with even this much...
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Date Night *sequel*
Chapter Three: Dinner Time Trauma
By: moolah
    Haley groaned as she heard knocking on the back window. She was on top and barely had her bra and undies on. She quickly pecked Sean on the cheek and put on her yellow tunic on. She put on her gray skinny jeans on then. She ran her hand threw her hair and hopped out of the car. Luke was standing there in his clothes with Ian on his hip. “Are you guys doing something I shouldn’t know about?” Haley smiled and said, “Yeah, probably. Now, what is it?” Luke raised his left eyebrow and said simply,...
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It has been about two years since I’ve seen Matt, but I kept him in my mind, knowing he was real. Since then I have become sick with a deadly disease known as Typhoid fever. It gave me chest pain, rashes, weakness, and congestion. My family found out when my mother was dyeing her hair blonder and listening to heavy metal clueless of what was to come.
“Hey, mommy, can I-“ I felt dizzy, the room span around, then I passed out onto the hard cold kitchen floor, my parents rushed over to me, and found my pulse was slowing down. I woke up only to hear wailing sounds from someone crying. A opened...
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So I had a really deep idea for a story, but I couldn't really start it. So instead I kind of started writing it from a plot point halfway through. I would love some feedback!!!


He looked at the dresser, fingering all the small things on top. The bottle of Marc Jacobs perfume, the skull and crossbone earrings, and the hairbrush that had “Maddy Starr” etched into the slender wooden handle. Everything about it was so perfect; he began to wonder what this girl was doing here, with him. He’d told himself he’d never find the perfect woman, and there she was; ready to fall right into his arms....
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HII WE R STARTING FROM WHEN ROBYN IS RUUNING, NOW WE DONT KNOW WHERE BUT WE KNOW Y. GEMMA HAS BEEN TAKEN AND ITS ALL BECAUSE OF ROBYN...



I didnt stop ruuning, not even when i reached his door, i paused to see where he was, then i ran into his arms.
"Rbyn! What is it? was that you screaming?" he asked woried, he took my face into his hands and stared into my eyes. I saw Zander and Jaden from the corner of my eye they looked worried.
"Im finr, Rick, its Gemma, she took her Amber took her, im here to say goodbye," i silently put a tender kiss on his cheek, turned around and headed for the door,...
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HII WEEL WE ARE GOING TO START WHERE WE LEFT, WHICH WAS WHEN GEMMA WAS CAUGHT BY THE LAST BOY IN THE GROUP. HOPE YOU LIKE IT.


"Got you,' the boy whispered when he pulled Gemma back to her fett, she blushed, and just nodded. The boy, lloked straight at me, his brows down and i just stared back, his eyes were godlen brwn but the deeper you looked the darker they got, his hair was a mix of both of the other boys, with golden flakes thrown in their. "Hi, my names Luke," he said puting out his hand, i just stared at it i narrowed my eyes. He laughed and took y hand that wasnt in my pocket and pulled...
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posted by ButteBaby_K
I just really like this picture, no special connection to the story. haha
I just really like this picture, no special connection to the story. haha
Epilogue: It was a day like any other, the sun was shining making the mountains turn magenta like watermelon and the breeze played with my hair flipping raven black strands into my eyes and obscuring my vision. I smiled, comforted by the averageness of the morning. I had never really known “average” I thought. My father was a Lord of Phim and my mother was his Lady. Every morning I woke up earlier than the peasants and snuck out to the field to watch the sun rise like “normal” people do. My cream-colored skin enjoyed the warm sunlight just as much as I did. Being a little lady meant...
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