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How to Hate My Very Love

How tragic is the story of the lady on White Chapel road

How her love so dear and faithful was scared of death row

Now her veins full of poison thick as oil and hate

That poison she spits out to feed her pet snake

And yet she remains in the darkest hours of night

Though in hell were Satan never leaves her sight

With her love so thin and frail and on his dying bed

He whispers his last words to her ears which they fed

To the cliff she goes now that lady on White Chapel road

To step off that steep cliff to what pain waits below

MY GARDEN IS MY SAFE PLACE

I have a garden where I dream
It is where roses kiss and lilies gleam
It is where I share my joys
Where wind and birds make the only noise
It is where I share my tears
It is where those who have past, feel near
A place where I can curl up to read and write
A place free of darkness and fright
It is where I can whisper a secret song
It is where I belong
My garden is my safe place


sorry it was saying my second poem was to short so i had to post them together.
posted by malmcd
Millions of Miles Apart

From the moment your born somewhere out there you have a true love. At less that’s what they say? They say there’s one person who has the same heart strings as you and they complete you. And there’s nothing that can keep you apart from one another...But what if my one true love isn’t here? I mean what if I never find him or her if that’s the case which I hope it’s not. I don’t know what to say but I’m different from the rest...What if there’s no one out there for me?
My name is Sunflower I was born on the first day of spring, March 20, 1998. And was...
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I looked around the platform, waiting. George leaned down and whispered in my ear. "Don't worry, Hailey. They'll be here."

I glanced up at him. He had changed after the battle, we all had. George, always the prankster, became more serious. He had even talked about closing down Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. The hole in the side of his head, where his ear used to be, was still unnerving, but I learned to accept it as a part of him.

"I know, George," I said. "There's still a connection."

"You mean that old twin telepathy thing you had going is still there?"

I stood on my toes to kiss him. "Always."...
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posted by Problematic129
~Genre:realistic fiction, humor~
Chapter 19    
    Oh, brother
    I couldn’t help but grin at Adam and Ryler, well mostly Ryler when they came through the front door. But I didn’t answer their questioning glances, right now I was too busy dancing through the house at my own happiness.
    Online the news of Meredith’s epic failure was overflowing, their were tons of rumors and ton of smack talk, and some of the people Meredith bullied put some of their words they wanted to say on her page.
    There...
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posted by Problematic129
~Genre: Fiction, fantasy
5
        Stilere
    It wasn’t like I was expecting anything to happen, but what happened when we opened the book did surprise me.
    “What in the world is that?” Alex asked, looking at the weird lettering.
    “I don’t know, it’s definitely not English, but it doesn’t look like other languages, and I know a ton.” Iris said.
    “Maybe it’s not even a language.” Darren said. “Sure doesn’t look like it.”
    “It’s...
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posted by Problematic129
~Genre:realistic fiction, humor~
Chapter 19    
        I didn’t even need revenge
    I couldn’t help but feel giddy as I brushed my teeth and changed into more prettier looking clothes than my bedtime pajama’s of Hello Kitty. The house was quiet and I was a little bit disappointed, but at least I’d get some time to myself, and I needed that very much. I was also glad I didn’t have to go to school either, not because I’d be embarrassed or anything, but because the minute I saw Meredith I’d go all Ninja...
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posted by Problematic129
~Genre: Fiction, mystery and fantasy :)~
Chapter 31
        The worst form of betrayal
    I think I woke up, it still painfully hurt to breathe. But I was still in the woods, or at least next to it. Witnessing the moment.
    The moment my sister died.
    I hadn’t been able to hold the tears ever since I appeared here, leaving my sister behind, I still couldn’t believe it. I missed my one chance, I remember what she had said, though I didn’t understand most of it, but I do now.
    Now...
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His eyes fluttered open, and his muscles automatically tensed. For a second he was back in Afghanistan, alone, without his comrades, falling asleep unguarded behind enemy lines. He noticed how his arms were, like they had been holding someone, someone who is no longer there. Gemma.... The thought entered his head like a speeding bullet. The fact that she wasn't there made him think that she had never been, that he wasn't really home, and that he imagined the whole thing. But one look around the room, his eyes adjusting to the moonlight, he could tell he was in the club house. He really was...
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posted by SweetHoneyBunny
(Fantasy)

I woke with a pounding head and a throbbing shoulder. A bright light was shining in my eyes so I couldn't see anything. “What happened?”
“You were shot.”
“Shot?” I couldn't see anyone. Suddenly, the light snapped off and the room was thrown into shadows. Rubbing my eyes, I saw that I was in some sort of operating room. “Yes, shot. Brett and Dalla brought you here, said I was the only one that could save you so I did the only thing I could.” I was drawing a blank, what was it Dylan could do? An image came into my mind. It was a stack of files, one flashing after another....
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I shook in fear as I felt him hovering over me it scard me out of skin I could already feel his hits coming. As leaned over me I heard angry load foot steps stomping their way towards us. My eyes were closed tight but snapped open when I heard his out burst.

"Dad! Stop!" He'd said firmly.

"This little witch" he stooped down so his mouth was level with my ear. "Was snooping on on our conversation I think I'll..." he chuckled "finish her off in one sweep."

I could feel the cold metal of the knife against my skin against my vocal cord. God, I wasn't even breathing I didn't didn't bother to think....
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posted by alicia386
Action: Spy Fiction

Chapter Two: I May Be A Spy But Weather Can Kick My Butt Any Day

      I and almost everyone else is the world takes life for granted. I didn't realize how good I had it until something hit our jet which immediately caught on fire. Years of training for disasters like this kicked in. I was on high alert looking for the nearest exit. My dad was already at one with two parachutes. Dang it. How could he have possibly have gotten those that fast? This would not seem impressive. Our pilot was already trying desperately to control the jet. It was like he wasn't afraid of those...
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posted by 1999jacko
4 weeks ago
Ron sat miserably in his apartment watching the new for something interesting, when a beeping noise butted into his little day dream. He ran over to the table where the phone was placed, he picked it up instantly hitting answer." Hello commander, is my dad back yet?" he said hopefully. The commander cleared his throat before answering," Ron I'm really sorry but we just received a message and its not good news... I'm afraid your father is dead and we need you to relocate away from Washington today. So pack your stuff and get ready for your escort to take you to your new home." All...
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posted by flabaloobalah
Genre: Realistic Fiction, Mystery, Drama/Romance

Claire and I unpacked our belongings and put them in our own dressers and waited for lunch to be ready.
After a little while, Leila hollered for us. As Claire and I reached the doorway, we observed the stampede as the six of them pounded down the stairs.
When my little sister and I reached the kitchen, Jeb greeted us and handed us a bowl and silverware. At the head of the table, Leila stood with a ladle and served us plenty of food. I sat next to Makayla, and Claire sat across from me, next to Joey.
The meal was spent in almost total silence, save...
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posted by flabaloobalah
Once we were all done swarming each other, Leila helped Claire and I through the little herd of cousins, upstairs, to our room. Where usually you would take a left and be looking at their bedroom doors and a bathroom, we took a right at the top of the stairs so we were faced with a room i hadn't seen before. The interior was a pale, almost skin like beige that was cracked and peeling in some spots, especially where our beds were pushed against the wall. Beside each bed was a small table with drawers and a lamp. In between us was a large window, creating a distorted patch of light on the scratched...
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Hi, my name is Jonas. I'm thirteen. I'm...well, not what you would consider normal.
I have twenty pairs of X-His from the Converse store next door, all pink. Okay, okay, see? I'm not normal. And that's not the end of it.
I have thirty T-shirts that say Sheep Vampires Rock on them. Yeah, I love the horror movie "Sheep Vampires." It's filled with sheep that get tortured and wake up at midnight only to turn into sheep vampires that suck the blood out of their shepherds. It's rated R, but my parents never notice. I bet they don't even know there's a rating system. Lucky for me.
So, this morning, I woke up, when my glass of Coke left from an year ago shimmered. A misty face appeared.
"Jonas...come here to me...or you shall suffer the consequences...like your precious ancestors," the woman screamed.
Was it my imagination...or did I get sucked into my glass of Coke?
Jonas's glass of Coke
Jonas's glass of Coke
posted by 1999jacko
because I like to have lots of stuff on at once heres a prologue of one of my new stories

The prologue
I ran forward into nothing things being erased in the path of the other kids behind me, the world is crumbling before my eyes. MY friends that have already died bodies appear on the nothingness in front of me I shove them away from my eyes and jump high over them.Too high I feel the pain shoot up and down my leg searing a hole of pain in my head and then that's all I feel, think and hear..Pain and that's when I know they are right behind me haunting me for all the bad things I've done I just...
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posted by flabaloobalah
Genre: Realistic Fiction, Drama/Romance

There was this one summer I spent with my cousins, back when I was fourteen. My little sister, Claire, went to their house with me.
That first day, when we jumped out of the van, we were stunned. The house was this glorious, leaning, peeling, giant home on a winding dirt road. The paint was a soft baby blue, something that reminded me of rocking horses and winter nights. Our Auntie Leila stepped onto the rickety porch and waved and smiled. Cautiously, Claire and I waved and smiled back. Uncle Jeb came to give us hugs. We returned the hugs without complaining....
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posted by Problematic129
Chapter 8
    That was not subtle
    “My reports so good! I’ll get at least a D!” I squealed as Beth and I walked towards the school.
    Beth frowned. “A D? Why not aim for B?”
    “Honey the last time I got a B, was when one stung me.” I informed her.
    “You can at least try, bubs, it can’t be that hard.” Beth reasoned as reached the school parking lot.
    “Impossible you know I- hey look it’s Grey!” I yell when I see him on his motor cycle. “Hi...
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posted by rory2011
David rode the man's car , the man drove to the police station ,when they arrived ,the man told David to go to ask for officer 12's office in the second floor
David ran towards the office as fast as he can ,when he arrived ,the officer looked at him asking " are you Mr. David miller ? " yes ,I'm sir " David said
" sit down please " the officer said
David sat on that black couch near the officer disk
" sir ,could you please tell me what's going on with my son Kevin " David said
" today there was a fire in the sugar factory where your son work ,your son is a very good strong guy ,he helped all...
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posted by Problematic129
*Thanks for all the comments and fans :) Please don't copy and please read and review. Note, my stories might be posted later than usual, so your forewarned. Thanks for tuning in!!!*
Chapter 6
    Sage, the really strange red head
    I feel my blood boil when I see my gals outside drooling over football players outside with no shirts on. I suppress the urge to roll my eyes, Sage’s practically fanning herself, Ali has no shame in giving them the stalker look, and Beth is too pre-occupied on her phone.
    I stomp towards them. “How...
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posted by Problematic129
*Thanks for all the comments and fans :) Please read, review, and don't copy*
Chapter 5
    Okay I’ll- wait what
    We danced liked the crazy people we were, close yet strange, sweet yet insane, cool yet tender, happy yet…something else. I hoped that Cal was noticing, I haven’t seen him since he and Grey left the kitchen.
    Sage and Beth came back after there bathroom break and joined us, and soon we were the four friends of awesome dancing together.
    When we took break, Grey and (girly squeal please) Cal...
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