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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
posted by nimone
Let's be honest we have all at least once in our lives experienced the misfortune that is the power cut.

The power cut it'self may not be as intolerable depending on the circumstance. If you live in a place where it is sunny and there is a lot to do outside then you don't have much to worry about.
I for one do live in this kind of climate usually. This however was not the case yesterday!

Not only was it the only day of the week where everything is closed as it was a Sunday, oh no it was also pouring down raining!

I was forced indoors with nothing to do and it was really dark inside due to the...
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posted by irena83
Life,
priceless and important,
gives you the roads
and leaves you choices
of which your luck depends on.


This is your life
and you live it
wrapped by sadness
or happiness.
Who cares?


This is your life,
invisible for others.


You pick the road
and pray that the choice
is right,
but life loves you not,
that's you who love
the joy of life.


Life,
priceless and important,
gives you choices,
unpredictable events,
grays and hope,
and life is all yours.


But, the question is
will you remain sane
even though your life
is cruel to your dreams,
will you remain sane
even when your life
is dying in your eyes.
posted by irena83
Chapter 5: News

Suddenly, she felt weird.
She went quickly at the bathroom
and laved herself.
She looked pale and was feeling sick.
She closed her eyes and tried to
take a deep breath.
Now she felt little better.
She took a phone and called a neighbor,
telling her that she must see a doctor
and someone should take care of Gwenny.
Joanna said that there were no reason
to be worried about and she would
look after baby.
Dana, thankful and scared the same time,
got dressed quickly and immediately
called a cab.
While she was waiting for a cab,
she was so confused and tense.
The cab came soon.
She barely could...
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their are six technique(originally theirs eight but i only know six)


technigue one:Start with a short,effective sentence(4-5 words max): Her hair shone gold.

technique two:Start with an interesting metaphor or simile: The wolf was like a tornado,changing the lives of all who crossed his path.

technique three:Start with a literary device(ex.onomatopoeia,alliteration,etc):Gobbling Grandma and her grandchild was his plan all along.

technique four:Start with a prepositional phrase: ALong the spooky road to Grandma's house,Red skipped with an air of confidence.

technique five:Start with a riddle and...
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posted by sweetpea92
    Everyday at lunch for all of high school so far I would stand in line and wait to get up to the front to tell the lunch lady that “I need a to-go tray please.” Then once I had gotten my tray, I would scan my lunch card and dash down the hallway to my favorite teacher’s room to join “the lunch bunch” on everyday except Wednesday, and Friday. On those days the beginning of this routine is relatively the same, but instead of heading off to another meeting of the lunch bunch, I would take a detour at the library to join my friends at our usual table, for either...
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posted by Firewriter
There was once a boy
Who loved a girl
A very distant girl- haunted by her demons that no one else could see
The boy- lonely and afraid of pursuing his passions
The heat of the mid-July sun beating on their backs
On a little dirt road next to a vine-covered wall
That little boy handed the little girl a lime green envelope
Her name printed on that envelope in his fine pen writing

Their cheeks red and hearts pounding
The two continued their days apart
Both afraid their darkness will come over
And destroy what they tried to break
The day to follow, that little broken girl
Smiling a real smile for the first...
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First Step In Writing A Screenplay by Richard Walter
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Also very funny, don't you just wish you could do these things yourself?
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posted by para-scence
I got home, where Reed was at the kitchen table playing poker with some friends and smoking. I walked up to the table and threw the bag onto the table. His friends all looked at it, gaping. Reed laughed.

"Good job, baby sister!" he said. He took the bag and inspected it. I smiled at his praise. He looked up at me and smiled. "But shouldn't you be at school? If Nikolai finds out he'll bust your head in."

"So don't let him find out," I said like it was an obvious answer. His buddies laughed. Reed shook his head at me, but a smile still played on his lips. He threw the bag back at me.

"Well then,...
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posted by ChickRiddler
Preface: We were called freaks. Strangers. Mutants. As my claws ripped through the peculiar woman’s skin I thought, “What am I now?” My teeth sunk into her arm. The screech that pierced the air at that moment brought me back to reality, I was human again. I spat the blood out of my mouth and looked around myself. The handsome man was looking at me with terrified eyes.
    “I’m so sorry,” I whispered. Shrinking into myself, I began to run away. The man wouldn’t catch me. But something held me back. I went back to him and reappeared. “Help me.” I wasn’t even sure he heard me I said it so low. Suddenly, my body couldn’t take the pain. There was a buzzing in my ears, a pounding in my head, and spots in my vision. It was then the darkness swallowed me whole.
posted by Lolo-star20
If I'm a reason to leave
I don't talk about this on a sheet
I want to everybody see
What you do of me

I'm become a princess
with a knight who not fearless
I want to watch a cloudless sky
because my heart and my eyes cry

Chorus
It is what I want
It is what I need
And never other thing
that the love which I want

The only thing I know
It's I'm better when you are
Near to me, did you know?
And I want that you are

Chorus

It's like
I have a knife in my back
It's like
I don't can stay in the black
Without what I want
Without what I need

Chorus x3

You're all I want
I'll be what you need
And ever other thing
If it's what you want
Chapter Twenty One

Michael stared at his wife and then, to the stranger standing next to Mac before heading back to Jamie and asked her a question, “Jamie, what was going around here?”

Shocked of seeing her husband here instead of later, Jamie put Izzie down and watching the little girl running off to her father and started tugging Michael’s sleeve to tell him that she want him to pick her in his arms right away, Jamie stared at her husband picking Izzie up and holding her into his arms while asking him, “Michael, why are you here this early?”

Staring at his wife’s face and while holding...
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Source: Quote by Steven Pressfield
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posted by ZekiYuro
Probably the most famous film commenting on the twentieth-century technology is Modern Times,made in 1936.Charlie Chaplin was motivated to make the film by a reporter who,while interviewing him,happened to describe the working conditions in industrial Detroit.Chaplin was told that healthy young farm boys were lured to the city to work on automotive assembly lines.Within 4 or 5 years,these young men's health was destroyed by the stress of work in the factories.
The film opens with a shot of a mass of sheep making their way down a crowded ramp.
Abruptly,the film shifts to a scene of factory workers...
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posted by hgfan5602
It's cold in this room
Without your warmth for me
Hard to say the truth
Can I say it now....
I love you

Am I so ashamed
To love you?
Oh no I'm not....
And I feel your warmth upon me
Everyday

CHORUS
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I will still love you everyday of my life
Ever since
I came on your watch
And every minute of my life

I will still love you every second today
Cherishing all the moments that we had
Together

And I will bring every moment I've had
Together, with you
I will still love you everyday of my life
And no one will
Keep me away from you
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It's so cold here...
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