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posted by mari_giovani
This is a short story, based on a song. The song's kinda spoilerish so i'm gonna put its link at the end.
Ps: i just finished this so it probably has some typing and pontuaction mistakes...I'll review and edit later! :)

There he was once again, holding his knees in his arms, on the corner of that couch that he often tries to forget, and across from him, his terapist sat, cleaning her glasses with a tissue as she had his file on her lap, tried to, for the yet unknown, last time, understand and help him.
"So how are you today, Jason? I'm glad to see that you're looking for the help that you need." - she started, and she actually was happy to see him, little did she know that he didnt come out of his own will, but still, he was there, somewhat facing his fears.
"I dont need help" - he replied with a shaking and kind of sulky voice - "They made me come here, they-they did" - He still kept like an eight year old, even though he was almost twenty. Almost like the words that he wanted to say wouldnt come out right.
"Your parents did?"
He nodded, still hiding his face between his knees - "Because, i visited her, i did it, this morning, i went to where she's at."
"Really? these are good news then. Any reason for you to have been able to overcome this today?"
"Today's july 5th, i needed to see her."
"So it's been one year already, did you went alone?"
"Hm" - he agreed - "But my parents found out, and made me come here."
"How did they found out?"
"Because today's july 5th" - he paused - "And cause my eyes wouldn't stop" - he raised his head just enough for her to see his red eyes, full of tears."
"I understand. But you did a big step today, all by yourself, i'm proud of you."
"But i couldnt see her, she wasn't there, her beautiful face, i couldn't see it"
"I know." - she took a pause and analized his face - "Do you think you can tell me what happened on july 5th last year?"
"But you know what happened."
"Yes, but i would like you to tell me yourself what happened."
He hesitated.
"Just tell me about that day, how did it start? What day of the week it was?"
He sighed - "It was a friday, so i woke up at the time i normally did, i dressed up and went to school, i was happy cause there was gonna be a concert and she would go with me, we were celebrating our 13 months together."
"13?"
"Yeah" he smiled like he was remembering a inside joke - "She always hated conventional things and because i liked them she said that we'd celebrate a 13th month not a 12th like everyone."
"I see."
"When i got to school she looked pissed, and sad, i didn't see her like that very often. She told me that her dad had grounded her for some stupid things and that she wouldnt be able to go"
"And how did you respond to that?"
"I...I was disappointed. but the fact that i could see on face that she was also sad, made me somewhat happy. I told her it was fine, and we could do something another day. She wasnt very happy about it, but agreed with me and we both went to our classes"
"But you two went to that concert, isnt that correct?"
"Yes, later that day, at lunch, i asked her i she couldnt sneak out of her house, i would borrow my dad's car and pick her up."
"And she agreed with that?"
"Yes, i guess even more than the whole celebration thing, she wanted to see that concert" he gave a humorless laugh
"Then at what time did you went to pick her up?"
"I guess it was around 10pm, cause the concert would start at 11pm. So i drove to her house, and stopped at the corner so the neighbours woldnt see, and i called her. She met me after 4 ou 5 minutes, and was laughing at the fact that she jumped out the window, she had a few scratches on her arms, but she just smiled and laughed like this was the best thing ever. We went to the concert, and it was amazing, i watched her as she sang all of their songs and we even bought matching t-shirts. Halfway through the concert rain started to pour, and a lot of girls arond us, started complaing but she only smiled like it couldnt get any better than this. after the concert as we made our way to the car, i noticed that she was shivering from the rain so i gave her my coat, i remember her surprise face as she asked me why i gave her my coat and i told her that she was shivering. She laughed at the fact that she didnt notice that she was cold before i told her."
"Ok, now tell me what happened in the way back home."
He started shaking a little and holded his legs tighter"at the car, the rain had diminished a bit but it was still there, i had a cd that she liked, so i put it on so that i could keep on hearing her singing all the way back. I drove for a little while and straight ahead, i... i saw it."
"What did you see?"
"A car, there was a car, probably stalled...yes, the engine was dead, but it was in the middle of the road." - his breathing started to get heavy.
"And what did you do?"
"I, ...i couldnt stop...." - he closed his eyes - "so, i swerved to the right...the sounds, i still remember all of them, like it's happening over and over again, right beside me: the screaming tires, the bursting glass, and her voice in a painfull scream" - he seemed to be going into a state of shock so she asked him to breathe.
"Jason, deep breaths, you're are hyperventilating, you have to breath, i need you to tell me what happened next" - she sat by his side as she tried to push him where he wasnt able to go to until now.
He hadn't calmed down, but kept on talking, more like his mouth was moving by itself -
"After that, i passed out, i dont know for how long, but when i woke up, the rain was heavy again, my face was on the asphalt and there were people standing all around, just staring. I realized what happened, so i tried to get up to look for her. My body hurt, and there was something warm coming from my eyes, so everything was blurry, but somehow i found my baby that night. She was lying ten feet away from where i initially was. i dragged my body until i was by her side, she was half conscious" - he once again took deep breaths and continued - "I lifted her head, she smiled as she looked at me and she told me to hold her just for a little while." - he paused and put his hands in his eyes - "Then i held her close and i kissed her," - he began to sob - "our last kiss... She told me that she'd always be with me if i held her close, but now she's gone even though i hold her tight." - his red eyes now faced his terapist - "i lost my love, my life, that night... and it's all my fault." - his hands had moved from his eyes to his chest, and his breathing was uneven, he kept shaking his body, back and forth, back and forth, as to shake the feelings away from him.
"I told you this before, but it wont matter until you realize it for yourself: it was not your fault. Deep down, you know it as well. you told me that she really wanted to see that concert, so let me ask you: if you hadn't taken her, do you think she'd go by herself?"
"What does it matter?"
"Just answer me."
"Yes, she would, ok? Thats's just how she was." - he answered angrily
"So that could've happened with or without you being there, isnt that right?"
"Oh, if she'd been alone, she would've gone through that pain by herself, i cant even... no, i cant..." - he panicked
"Do you understand what i'm saying?" - she camly says but he doesnt answer, his mind was clearly somewhere else "jason!" she calls
"Yes! I do, but now it's too late..." he holds his stomach, she senses a dual meaning to that statement.
"What do you mean?" - she asks, but before she could say anything else he started convulsing right in front of her "Jason, Jason!" - she kept calling, as she did an emergency treatment, but he was already out "Jason, what did you do? What did you take?" - she called for help but it was already too late. What she didnt know right from the beginng of the session, is that after his parents found out that he visited his girlfriend grave he took a deadly medicine, something that took a while to take effect, longer than he expected... When he arrived for his therapy, he thought he wouldnt go back home alive, but he was unsuccessful. He only got himself in a induced coma for a couple of days.
When he woke up, however, he was somewhat a different person. His parents and doctors tried to understand, but couldnt, so they assumed that the near death experience had scared him. The truth, that only Jason knew, was that while he was in the coma he had a dream, a dream about her. In his dream he held her once again and asked her where she was, and why would the lord take her away from him? She just smiled and told him to be good so that she could see him when he leaves this world. He cried and asked to go with her, but all she did was kiss him one last time and repeat those words: be good! That's what changed him: the thought of meeting her again, someday. Maybe it was just a dream, or it was just wishfull thinking, but it was something for him to hold on to. And he did, he held on to that, and put his life back on the tracks. That dream gave him a ladder to climb up, out from the bottom of the well that he was stuck in.
Two years later,in a normal day, for his now, ordinary, life, he was crossing the street, after buying 13 flowers, he didnt see that approaching him, was bus, completely out of control.Before being able to fully turn his head to see it, he was hit. Jason died on that day, lying once again on the asphalt, before help could come, with the 13 flowers smashed by his body. The last thing he saw was a bright light, a familiar song at the background, a smiling face looking only at him and open arms asking him to come. That was just an afternoon, on a 5th of july.


This short story was written by me based on the song: Last Kiss by Pearl Jam (originally by J. Frank Wilson And The Cavaliers)

Link on YouTube (with lyrics): link
posted by alicia386
What scandalous secrets can adults keep from their parents? I need ideas for a book I am currently writing. It is about how some secrets adults keep from us can actually save our lives. I hope to give you a sneak preview of my book which is called The Deadly Truth. Can't wait for your opinions!

To know more about my book please post your questions on my wall. I will try my best to reply as fast and as soon as I can. If I don't then just know I did read them.

You can believe the first chapter of my book will be posted either this week or next Friday.
posted by morganaforever
Full of excitement, Nicole and Ellie arrived at the fairground. They walked through the towering gates, expecting laughter and chatter – but everything remained quiet. No music, no noise, nothing! The place was deserted. A strong gust of wind blew, making them shiver. As they walked on, it began to get darker. Gradually, the sky turned from a bright blue to black. One by one the lights of the fairground flickered on, illuminating the black sky. As they passed by The Haunted Mine, it seemed to be inviting them to have a go. A man clad completely in black was waiting beside the entrance.

“Can...
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posted by candyvtoby511
Tess’s parents were shot down right before her eyes, coming out through the side door of a theatre. She couldn’t understand why he had killed them and not her. The murderer was young, maybe even the same age as herself. He was disguised as an older man, but she could still tell he was quite young, 14 or so.
Tess is walking late at night with her dog alone, thinking about her parent’s mysterious murderer; why didn’t he kill her as well? What motive did he have to kill them? She ponders over the words her mother spoke in her dying breath; what did she mean that I shouldn’t trust him?...
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Emmanuel Cuts The Ribbon to Open Fashion Week Gibraltar - (Picture by Gold Productions Studios (Gibraltar) www.goldps.com)
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Emmanuel had this to say about the opening,
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posted by anbonie
“Nice performance!”
“Thank you, butler!”
Servant smile to Pieter and opens the door of red Ferrari. While driving no one used to speak, until Pieter say something to his butler and bodyguard:
“Did you hear when my voice trembled? I think that was 14th song.”
“No, Sir…”
“When my father isn’t near, please call me Pieter”
“Yes, Si… I mean Pieter”
They arrived to McChink’s mansion. Servant turned engine off and ran on other site of car to open Pieter’s door, but he was too late. “I’m sorry, Sir…” said butler. Pieter sent him angry look: “I can open the door!...
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If i get enough comments i will extend it.

It was damp, smelled of earth and pine, I heard leaves rustle, twigs snap as animals scurried in the tree tops. I wasn't supposed to be here, this wasn't my room, my bed. I was supposed to me in by cottage on eagle lake. I was supposed to be asleep, top bunk with my younger brother Elliot on the bottom. I was supposed to be smelling fabric softener and hear the soft snore from little Elli, feel the heat of my cat sleeping on my chest. I opened my eyes and I could see the sky, black with soft twinkle of a million star and the florescent glow of the moon....
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posted by precious211
“Before we leave I must warn you. We are now entering alien territory, so be careful and considerate to you’re new surroundings. One stupid mistake can get you, and everyone around you killed.”

The safety instructor’s voice boomed across the large, air conditioned spaceship. It sounded oddly cheerful for someone who had just told them that they could all die.
Everyone tried to see where her line of vision was pointing towards. It was aimed toward the windows.
Kendra glanced through them and, and gulped. They were about four thousand feet above sea level, and the space craft had just...
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tips:
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Have a subject for every verb. The subject is the actor in the sentence. The verb is the action taken in a sentence.

2


Make sure all of your dependent clauses have a completing thought. An independent...
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posted by cutiegirl01
(Please tell me your opinion on my story and be truthful please!)

    “Erik get down here now!” My father yelled.
    “I’m coming, I’m coming!” I hurried down the stairs. I learned in the last 17 years I’ve been alive, that if my dad calls me I need to be down fast…or else…
    I got down the stairs, and went into the living room where he always sat on his days off. “Yes, dad? What can I get you?”
    My mother smiled up at me from her book, “You are such a good son, Erik-“
    My...
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posted by DarkGirl23
Five years later, sixteen, and the experience of it still torments me.

I suffer sleepless nights in the dark, waking up from the strangest nightmares known to man.
The site of the body still clings to me like the stench of misery. It makes me wonder, all through this time, what actually keeps the average human going?

All we are is dead in the end anyways.
I mean, It’s not exactly like people get the opportunity to really DO something with their lives anymore. Like, for example, something heroic: slaying a dragon, assassinating the one who desires to kill and rule with tyranny, or maybe be the...
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posted by NormalcyIsDead
Boom boom clap
Bounce your head, snap
To the classic, to the rap


Step ball change
Basic with a buck
Pleay, tour jete
Bounce your head to the rock


One two three,
Two two three,
Count along with your head
Mosh with the beat


Hop shuffle hop back
Twirl your arms, bend your back
Do the thingamajiggie
Wear out your taps

Breathe it in, breathe it out
Reach for the sky, dance on the ground
Flitter here, gallop there
Lose yourself anywhere

Flow with the music
Feel it in your veins
As you bounce your head, snap
Boom boom clap
posted by DxCFan123
Third Person POV
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Sadao walked up to God and asked him if he was eligible to be in Heaven. God just simply nodded his head. Sadao walked through the large golden gates and found himself walking through his town he lived in when he was alive. He found his way to his house, and swung open the door. Everything was how it was before. He started crying, remembering the memories he had with Kat here. He heard crying coming from his room, so he opened the door and saw a blonde girl curled up in the corner of his room, sobbing.

"K-K-Kat?" he managed to stutter out. The blonde looked...
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posted by DxCFan123
MONTH 12, DECEMBER 28, THE DAY SADAO IS TO DIE
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I ran away before Sadao woke up, taking my scythe with me. I was to be away from him all day, anyways. I walked around the town, looking for something to do until 1:10.

I really don't understand why I had to spy on him, he dies either way.

I just jumped around from rooftop to rooftop, watching random people on the street. I ended up doing this until noon, which is when I decided to follow Sadao. He did things that a regular person would do, went to the bank, bought some groceries, went out to eat, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera....
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posted by dragonwriter
As light fades the brightest of souls can even be turned to do the darkest of things. As time time pushes forward the mind and body of an individual changes for either good or bad. the decisions they make and the things they do will stick with them forever. I was told this many years ago by a wise old man that fortold my future. He said "the one with the dragon soul is not alone in the world he knows." After being told this it left me nothing but confused but i had a feeling that it wouldn't be the last time i heard of it.
posted by StarsGoBlue
God's Lost Child 
Chapter 2: An Indefinite Prisoner Of War 

"Unbelievable! Un-fucking-believable."
A nerdy blonde cussed as he stormed  through the upper deck of Sovereign, his hands raised above his head in protest. 
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In this series of guides, I'll be showing you the best techniques for writing your story. These are tried-and-true techniques, and they work.
First up: characters. Every story has characters. We all know that. But what you may not realize is that some portions of a character need not be mentioned. Why spend three pages on your character's dimples if they have nothing to do with the plot? In order to keep your readers hooked, you have to limit yourself to things that are involved with the plot.
Before you decide on a plot, you should get to know each of your characters. After all, you're telling...
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posted by PhoenixRoyale
This is another poem that I have written. It was inspired by some comments about stuffed animals/plushies on Youtube being people's friends. Enjoy.
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The Stuffed Animal.
To some, they are stupid.
They are useless.
They are disgusting little balls of fluff.

Those people think that it's necessary
to pick on the innocence of others
for having a collection of their own.
They poke fun, they tease, they even insult.

They target that person's age.
Sometimes even their gender.
They think they need to grow up.
They think these fluffy plushies are meant for babies.

But to those innocent people,
the ones who are quite...
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posted by shenelopefan
La parte prohibida del parque

"La depresión es la que guía, la alegría es la que llega"

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Bueno, no todo el parque porque había una a la que los adultos no les gustaba que vayamos. Era un sector tan lleno de árboles que, desde afuera parecía una selva en medio de un parque...
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posted by alejpatv
    The light of the fire faded as I got further into the forest. I jumped over roots and ducked under branches that threatened to whip my face. I ran as hard as I could. To escape, I had to keep my sister safe and fulfill the wish of the village chief. My tears already used and dried, but the pain in my heart still wouldn’t leave. An emptiness had taken hold where my safety and secure feelings had once been.
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