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posted by gossipgirlxoxo
That night I locked my windows it seems it only really brings me trouble. But again I couldn’t sleep. “Knock, knock” Dawn said coming in her voice was gentle. “Hey, you’re up late” I said getting out of bed. “Yeah, what did Ethan do?” she said, Dawn could read your anger. “Nothing, there was just a misunderstanding, that’s all” I said. “Really?” she said. “Well we kissed” I said now sitting on my bed. She followed and sat down next to me. “Wow, Why?” she asked, “Why would you ask me why?” I asked. “Because you have always said that you would never go there” she said taking my hand. “Yeah, well I did and he said it was a mistake and I agreed, so crisis averted” I said moving my hand away from hers. “No, you’re upset about it” she said grabbing the man’s pendant and staring into it. “I’m not upset about Ethan” I said his name like it was the plague; she noticed this and looked up at me. “Fine” She signed as she dropped the pendant on my pillow and left the room.

The morning was horrible I had hardly got any sleep and I could hear his voice coming from down stairs. His laughter made me cringe “It was just a kiss!” I yelled to myself hiding under my blanket. That’s all it was a kiss nothing more, we both agreed that it was a mistake nothing else! But I didn’t fool myself I still wanted him hear, whispering in my ear like he did the other day. Ugh if this is what love feels like then I don’t want it.

I walked down stairs like every other day and say my family and him. “Morning darling” My mother said putting a plate in front of me. I pushed it away the last thing on my mind was food. “Not hungry?” My father asked. “No, thank you” I said and got up from the table and walked over to get my bag. “Where are you going?” Ethan asked grabbing my bag. I snatched it back. “Why do you care?” I said and walked out the door.

I went to the park. It was so beautiful there, the grass was green, and the flowers were yellow and pink. I walked down the path when I saw Adam. He saw me and waved I waved back and then he started to walk closer to me. “Hey, small world huh?” he said coming closer to me. He stopped about 2 feet away. “Yeah” I said. “So, what brings you here?” he said putting his hand in his pockets. “Taking a break” I signed. “And you?” I asked. “Same, my family can be a bit to deal with, you know?” he said shrugging. “Yeah” I said looking around the park. “Anyway I have to get going but I’ll see you” he said turning. “Yeah” is aid and then he went behind a tree and I couldn’t see him and more. I wondered more around the park and then I stopped at a pond. I was sitting on the edge of it dragging my fingers through the cold icy water, when I noticed a Blue stone. No not a stone a pendant I put my arm in and pulled it out. It was a navy blue colour. I couldn’t believe it there were more gods here.

I ran through my front door running up stairs to my room I heard someone get up from the couch I didn’t know or care who, I just ran until I was on my bed. I got the pendant out from my pocket and laid it on the bed next to mine. They looked the same besides the colours; I took a deep breath when I heard a knock on the door. I quickly put my pillow over the pendants and saw Ethan come in. “Everything okay?” he said. I knew that he would know the answer even if I lied. He could read if you were doing anything you shouldn’t just by looking at your face. And I was up to know well. He closed the door and came over to the bed; he sat beside me and picked up the pillow. He picked up the pendant. “Where did you find it?” he asked in a cold tone. “At the park, in a pond” I said. “God of water and Ice, it should be no harm to us” He said in a more calm voice, putting the pendant down. “Who is it?” I asked and he smiled. “I don’t know. All I know is that they don’t mean us any harm” he said still smiling. I noticed he was staring at something I followed it and saw the smashed photo. I raised my hand and the glass floated up in the air, I moved my hand toward the bin and dropped the glass in there. He smiled and sat closer to me. “Do you like that guy you saw at the park?” he asked. “Why? Are you jealous” I asked in a smug tone. “Yes” he said. The words hit and they hurt, “Don’t say that!” I said in a harsh tone. “Why?” he asked moving closer. But I pulled away and got up. “You told me it was a mistake” I said. “So did you! In fact this is a direct quote ‘last night was a mistake’” he said. He was right those words did come out of my mouth but the only problem is that I don’t know if I meant them. “Was it a mistake?” he asked standing up and moving closer to me like he did last night. “Well, tell me right here was it a mistake?” I knew the answer but I didn’t want to say it so instead I just walked out. I went outside I needed a break.

That night I had some homework to finish up finally something human to do. After that I lay on my bed doing nothing. And then eventually my eyes drifted.

I woke up that morning with one thing on my mind, school. I had been going there for hundreds of years and believe me it really can’t get any more boring. After I got dressed, I walked down stairs to find the same people I always do. My mother was washing up, my father was sitting on the couch, and Thor and Dawn were talking to each other on the side of the table. “Morning sweetie” my mother said as she came over and kissed me on my head. “Morning “I said taking a seat at the table. I turned and looked at Thor he was glaring at me. “What did I do?” I asked raising an eyebrow. “Nice to know I can trust you” he said in an angry tone, He was the strongest of us all and not a person you wanted to have a beef with. “What’s with you?” I looked at him; his hand was flat on the table like he had just silently banged it down. “Ethan told me” he said. I panicked but I wasn’t so sure what he meant, yes Ethan had told him something but what? That we kissed, that I found another pendant or that I was upset about the man’s pendant. “Why didn’t you tell any of us” Dawn said under her breath. She was hiding. So it wasn’t about the kiss. “Okay, what are you talking about” I asked, I gave up I didn’t want to keep playing the guessing game. “The pendant you found” Thor answered. He seemed calmer but I didn’t want o test it. “I didn’t want to worry any of you” I said. I was now looking down at the table avoiding an eye contact. “Ethan, said it wasn’t a threat but next time say something” Thor said. His voice had had power in it. “Oh please! Like you haven’t made a mistake, you go out and do drugs!” I yelled I was standing now my fists were clenched. “That’s enough” my father had got up, he was always the one to break up the wars. I looked over to my mother she was staring at us; she looked like she did the other day when she was reading the newspaper. I picked up my bag from under the table and walked away. I looked back at Thor I could tell this was not the end of discussion.

I hated the start of the day I just wanted lunch to come but then again part of me didn’t. I sat next to Liz like I did every day. She was looking at this boy, he looked so sad. “He’s not happy?” I asked, she turned to look at me and smiled. “Yeah, Thor is totally peachy about it” She said in a sarcastic tone. “Oh, so that’s why he was a bowl of sunshine this morning” I said looking at the table where Thor sat. He was sitting with his jock friends. “Yeah, I don’t know why he hates it so much” She said staring at him. He noticed her stare but he shook it off. “I think it’s because you pick a random guy and start talking to him and then you literally work your magic” I said smiling. “I don’t see how that’s a problem” She said turning back to the boy.

The last class I had of the day had both Remi and Adam in it. They were sitting across from each other not even taking notice that the other is there. I was sitting between Liz and some random boy. “He’s not happy” Liz whispered. She was staring at Adam, she looked uneasy. “Adam?” I asked looking back at him. “Yep” she signed. Every time Liz met someone who was unhappy she was the same.

When I got home Thor was sitting on the couch flipping through a magazine. I walked straight past him not wanting to be noticed. “Come back here” he said just as I was reaching the top of the stairs. “What?” I said walking to him. “Who is Liz’s new charity case?” he said. I could tell by his tone that he wanted to apologise for earlier today. “I don’t know she’s your girlfriend” I said in an angry tone. He opened his mouth to say something but he stopped. “I know about you and Ethan” he sounded disappointed, like I had disobeyed an order. “Well, then you would know that it was a mistake” I said walking to the kitchen table and sitting down. “Was it?” he asked, now he was smug. “Yep” I said. I wasn’t as convincing as I thought I was he came over and put his hand on my shoulder. I shrugged it off and walked over to the couch and flicked the TV on. There had been a murder I sat up when is aw the identified victim. It was he. I jumped up to my feet, she was dead? Did he kill her? I couldn’t breathe I was just gasping at the picture. “What wrong?” Thor said there was nothing but concern in his voice. I fell to my knees, she was dead, I couldn’t help him, and she was dead.
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posted by coriann
The window. It was open ever so slightly. If I could just slide through without making any sounds I could do this. And I did. I fell onto the concrete bit of floor with no railings. The sun was out now. Shining bright. I looked down, way down, way down at the light green trees in the car park. Just then I got an idea (the car park)
A police car flew by. Moss green with its black and brown spots and broad wings. I took a glance at the pistols. Guns, that's what i needed. But how was I supposed to get down from there? The police car flew closer. I knew what I had to do. I got up and shook myself...
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posted by amethyst44
I was born, yet I felt as though I lived before.

I breathed, though I struggled for the air that would keep me sane.

I ate food and drink, but I still craved for more.

I slept, but I was still awake and pulsing with energy inside.

I made my first friend, but I knew I would have to say goodbye sometime.

I felt fear, even though my head was streaming with it already beforehand.

I felt joy, yet my body ached of pain and sorrow.

I wept, but my tears tasted of sweet wine instead of seasalt.

I ran through the light of the morning sun, though my spirit raced into the wild night.

I dreamed of heroes and happiness, knowing however that it was an illusion upon waking up.

I looked into eyes of beauty, only to see them wash away the next day.

I fell weak and frail, but my spirit strengthened the loss.

I reached for hands of help, only to have them drag me down.

I closed my eyes, to see the light.

...to thus being born again...
posted by Pirate_4_life
Chapter one

Her mind replayed the images. The dark eyes staring into hers, his hair hanging over his forehead. The soft curve of his mouth as he whispered the inaudible words. The same guy that had filled her dreams for the last week and a half. Her thoughts completely focused on trying to figure out what those words were, and more importantly who he was. Usually she could always place a name with a face yet here she drew a complete blank. Maybe, she decided, he doesn’t even exist. It was only a dream after all. A figment of her imagination created to distract her from the far from exciting...
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posted by juicyjossy9
1. Practice kindness and gratitude with everyone, including yourself, everywhere and every day, it's great for the soul!
2. The most important sex organ is the brain.
3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.
4. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
5. We all have been born. We all have to die. What's in between is up to us to create.
6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.
7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.
8. Stop listening to the words you've heard, no one but yourself will agree with you more.
9. Save for retirement starting...
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posted by kayleebabee
umm hey guys sorry i have not posted anything in so long I got major writing block and had to wait untill all of my expertise came back to me.

I seek a release
from the pain that I feel
Inside my heart there is only
Anger, betrayal and sadness!

Lonliness is a terrible thing
with no-one to see the state that Im in
my head is spinning think im gonna be sick
oh please god
send me someone I can relate to

I cant trust my mum shes to far gone
cant trust my dad hes just an ass
If i cant trust my family who can i trust?

Inside my chest is a hole
where my heart once was
My mum cruelly tore it out
and then stamped all over it!
I was only a child
burdened with adult responsibilities!

and inside that hole
If you can see past all of the scars
you will see my suppresed heart!
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chapter four
music says it all

we were running late the day after it had been a great night and by the smile on becs face she enjoyed it too. she tol me last night how tom had asked her out and always liked her but not know what to say.
it was weird in a way talking to becca it was like i knew her, like i knew her from some place but not knowing where.
"hey what do you have first?" i couldn't help asking i wanted to know if she would be in my music and i missed her or something
"ermm... art first you?"
"music" she must have heard the exsitment in my voice cause she gave me a queastion mak face....
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posted by HaleyDewit
We're blind to another one's pain
'Cause we refuse to see
We're deaf to another one's cries
'Cause we refuse to hear
We're dumb to another one's comfort request
'Cause we refuse to speak

But our eyes are wide open
To see another one's mistake
Our ears are open
To hear abouth another one's mistakes
And we can speak
To judge about another one's mistakes

We think we know everything
But we don't know anything
We're ready to judge
But we'd better look in the mirror

Making mistakes is proof your human
Turning your back on those who make them, not so much

He who's without sin,cast the first stone
What hast thou done unto my heart?
Unto my soul what hast become?
When I met thee at the very start,
I knew I could not tell my mum.

Thy language foul, it bothered me,
But I saw through thy ettiquit.
I had seen thine sincerity.
Our conversations my day lit.

What hast thou done unto my heart?
Unto my soul what hast become?
When I met thee at the very start,
I knew I could not tell my mum.

For hours we would sit and talk.
Secretly I admired thee.
My pain I let thee block.
I wanted to know if thou didst too love me.

What hast thou done unto my heart?
Unto my soul what hast become?
When I met thee...
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posted by inexplicable
I would never have thought that I would ever be here again.
But it still had come to that anyway. I was in the first floor of my old school which I have attended four years ago again. It was still the same. Only the doors were painted newly the corridor, the walls. I heard noises from the gymnasium. I circulated to the third floor to look whether the theater group listed there today. I passed by the keep fit room, where I still had had lessons four years ago once and I had got back the feeling for a short moment to be I myself. How it still have been me four years ago and HE was the only one...
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Writers use sentence fragments for emphasis and other stylistic reasons, but over using incomplete sentences confuses the reader. You also should avoid incomplete sentences in academic or professional writing. The three major components of a complete sentence are a subject, verb and complete idea

Check for Grammatical Completeness



The two basic components of a complete sentence are a subject and a verb. Although these two things don't always make a complete sentence, grammatical completeness is a good place to start to avoid incomplete sentences. The verb is the action that takes place, and...
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posted by Me_Iz_Here
Depressing, COMPLETELY FICTIONAL story I wrote.

“My mother ruined my life.” You hear girls say that all the time. It’s never true. Unless you ask me. My mother truly ruined my life. Not in the way you would expect a sixteen year old girl to say that. I genuinely meant it.
I remember sobbing that day. When we got back from the doctor, sobbing my eyes out. I hated her. I hated my mother with a passion.
I looked down at my newly flat stomach. I missed the bump there. The bump that I had indicating an unborn child. The child that I loved and vowed to care for. Until my fucking mother made...
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CHAPTER ONE
I’m attacked by a demon puppy
I was sitting on the floating dock at Seal Harbor Beach. I came here to think. This dock usually floated at high tide but it was low tide so the dock was just sitting on the sand. The smells of low tide floated into my nose. I had grown accustom to this smell, seeing as though I came here very often. It was the smell of fish and lobster.

Today, I had come here to wonder what was wrong with my life. My mother had died when I was 2 years old so I was too young to remember, but every night I strained all the energy out of my brain trying to remember her....
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There’s this chick called Princess Alyssia Renesmee III (Alyss). She’s the princess (obviously :). At the start she has a best friend who she’s been friends with since they were babies called Charlotte. She ended up being her maidservant though coz her parents were killed. Alyss lives in the castle with her parents the king and queen (obviously) and boyfriend/ fiancé, James. He keeps knicken off on ‘business’. Alyss doesn’t actually suspect anything, she’s just sad that she never gets to see him. She’s also known him since they were really little, and she’s supposed to marry...
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