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posted by Attirox2
The air was still as if it were holding its breathe waiting for me as I approached the ledge. I could feel myself pushing back tears as I clutched the fragile locket in my hands; I traced its dainty designs with my finger. "So mom and dad are getting the divorce after all. I guess you were right E. I don't know why I ever doubted you about that one I mean it was obvious! I guess I tried to block it out like what happened......" I muttered looking up at the milky white moon. It seemed to look down at me with sympathetic beams of light. My hands gripped the marble ledge tighter. "Eliza it's been so hard not seeing you. Seeing your bright blue eyes and the way you would always play with your hair when you were sad and the way you could make up a story to make me feel better! I miss you Eliza I-I need you back! Why did you have to leave?" I screamed at the sky.
The stars seemed to loose there brightness as I sat there and sobbed. My hair flew into my face as the wind blew harder and clouds rolled in. But I didn't care I just sat there still in the clothes I wore to the funeral and sobbed. Even as the rain poured I sat there looking at the only thing I had left of her; her picture in my locket and the BFF bracelet she made me. I clutched them tightly thinking about her when suddenley I heard footsteps. I looked up to see about my age peering at me with an umbrella extended out for me.
"What are you doing out here in the rain? And well who are you?" He said as he sat down across from me with a blue umbrella covering him from the rain that was now coming down by the buckets. "I heard somebody crying out here so I just wanted to see what is the matter."
"My name is Annastasia Levito. And I'm here trying to escape my life!" I replied "What happened that made you so upset that you're in out in the rain without an umbrella?" I sighed and took a deep breath. "My friend she-she jumped off a bridge a couple days ago so she could kill herself. And ummm this was her fifth attempt I had to talk her out of all the rest but you know she was a fiesty one. I mean she was my best friend! She was the only person who understood me and now she's dead! And the way I found out was I got a text from her before she jumped saying 'this is the end goodbye' So that's why. Not to mention my parents are getting a divorce tomorrow and my friend funeral is today! I said burrying my face in my lap.
I cried and without warning the boy scooted next to me and put his arm around my shoulder. "I see and so you ran away because things were getting rough huh?" I sighed "Yeah I mean between my parents yelling, my sister being a brat, and seeing my friend lying in a casket I couldn't take it! And when I tried to say a few last words her parents didn't even care in fact they didn't even show up! She deserved a better life and a better family! I mean both of our lifes weren't perfect but she deserved one more than me" I sobbed as I looked up at the moon. The boy looked me in the eyes "I see. You must've really cared for her then didn't you?"
Looking up I saw that the storm was letting up. "I'm Matt b the way come on let's go inside I'll get you something warm to wear and something to eat ok?"
"Ok." I replied taking his hand as he leaded me inside.
To be continued......
posted by AliceKinsley
“Lev, you left your book on the table.” Boris rushed over to me, handing me my English textbook. I grabbed it reluctantly, sighing. I meant to leave it there. English isn’t my strongest subject. Or Language.
“No, I meant to leave book there.” I replied, rolling my eyes and shoving the textbook into my satchel. Boris chuckled and patted my shoulder. America was such a strange country. The language was hard, the people were different, and the weather was unpredictable. At least in Russia you could understand what the people were saying, and when it was going to snow or shine. “Why...
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posted by Funnygirl77
learing to let go is like jumping out of an airplan with no para shoot
learing to let go is like jumping out of an airplan with no para shoot
8:00 am Saturday
I woke up, I felt way better then I had in years. I love the ending of my dream, I could still fill the warmth of Alec's arms. I smiled to myself as I made Breakfast for Aunt Maggie and me. I made pancakes, Bacon, and eggs, Aunt Maggie walked down stairs and smiled at me. "what's gotten in to you?" I smiled, thinking of what Alec said. Aunt Maggie looked at me, and said "alright who's the boy?"

I pretended like I was offended, "boy, what boy?" Aunt Maggie laughed, "do I get to meet him?" I smiled, "You may? it depends." I stopped talking then, When I'm with Alec I fill so alive,...
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posted by juicyjossy9
Did God Create Evil?

The university professor challenged his students with this question:

"Did God create everything that exists?"

A student bravely replied, "Yes, he did!"

"God created everything?" The professor asked.

"Yes sir", the student replied.

The professor answered, "If God created everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to the principal that our works define who we are, then God is evil".

The student became quiet before such an answer.
The professor, quite pleased with himself, boasted to the students that he had proven once more that the Christian faith was a...
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John Muir Middle School

Alexa Lightman: a girl with braces who wants to make a difference. Age 11
Deandra Cody: a formerly chubby Hispanic girl who loves drawing. Age 12
Katie Eckert: a pigtailed basketball player who wants to be star forward. Age 12
Emma Walsh: a young brunette girl who plays soccer to win. Age 13
Colleen Tepper: a blonde girl who strives to be a champion figure skater. Age 13
Hannah Slater: a girl with curly brown hair who is a violin prodigy. Age 14
Brooke Paxton: a Hispanic girl who play guitar. Age 11
Brigit Banks: a bun wearing blonde Irish dancer who is very serious and competitive....
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posted by breebree446
Although JP doesn't really describe his characters that much, he gives enough about Iggy to know he's blind, a pyro, and has strawberry blonde hair!
Although JP doesn't really describe his characters that much, he gives enough about Iggy to know he's blind, a pyro, and has strawberry blonde hair!
So, we have the plot line and idea prepared. But what about the thing that makes it all come to life? The characters. This is a little article on character development.

Appearence!

You know the old saying, "Appearence is everything."? Well, it's not! But it IS important when writing. As you go along, think about what your character looks like. What's thier hair color? What kind of body type do they have. What's thier eye color. I'll admit i'm not a big fan of the "Hi. My name is _____ I have brown hair and blue eyes." What I do is describe the characters subtly. Like if one character describes...
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posted by Twilightluv3r
For the past three weeks Taylor and I haven't been getting along so well. All we do is argue about every little thing. Most of the time it's because we never have time to spend with each other.
He's still acting, but he's only getting small parts, so he thought he needed to practice his acting. It was so hard trying to be a bestfriend on his schedule, so we decided to distance ourselves, a little, for a week. The first two days were like hell. I did't want to talk to anyone except for Taylor. I would have talked to Amy, but she was sick.
But then everything turned around when Mark and I started...
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posted by odekanmi
I told someone once,
"You are alone".
The person refused to agree,
"Why?",
"What for?",
"Why should i be told I'm alone"
Those were the words most probably flowing through the fellas mind at the time,
Think of it,
Stop,
Take a deep breath,
Think again,
Who were you with the last second?,
You, yourself and you,right?,
Look around you,
Are you sure this is where you want to be?,
I look,
Right now,
And,you know what I see?,
No one.
Nada Nada person,
Well that's my own language, forget it.
There's no one there,
But I do what I do best,
Suffer in silence.
posted by deathchick9
Syayuki Kimihiro,is a normal Japaneses high school girl trying to find her place and make friends,but when she was 5 she was taken from her home,she has many nightmares about this event even after 11 years,These nightmares consist of demons monsters and gargoyles.Her family says that it's normal sines she was found unconscious with no memories of this horrible event,now she has episodes where she has excruciating chest pain till she falls unconscious.Her mother being a doctor was able to make a vaccine for her but it only works for one day.Suddenly four new students appear making her episodes and nightmares worse.As if that's not bad enough now there are strange marks on her left wrist that hurt like hell.Do these new students have something to do with it and why is the leader constantly flirting with her?
Or was someone threatening me? Signs of threats weren’t the ones I had.
Maybe just warnings.
    “Glorious, Have you ever, had signs before? You know, like something warning you not to go on or go some place?” I asked myself. I shivered in the coldness of my room. I liked it cold.
    “I don’t understand you,” a voice rang to my left. There, in the middle of my doorway, stood Looi, my older brother. He was leaning on the door frame.
    “Hey, do you mind? I’m getting ready. Don’t you have your own bathroom?” I asked...
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posted by InnocentNoMore
Feel like falling,
    but sure to stand fast.
Feel like letting go,
    but afraid of the rash,
Feel like giving up,
    but afraid to sleep,
Want to jump,
    but afraid to of falling off way to deep.
Sometimes life takes me in weird directions,
    but knowing me, its all imperfections.
Sometimes emotions cloud every single thought,
    and knowing my actions, I’m here to rot.
Forever will my mistakes continue to haunt me,
    standing here, I now see.
What if things could be different next time?
    Would it then, take a lifetime?
posted by amethyst44
The one thing that never freaked me out before was when the teacher got mad at us, especially Mr. Donnahue. But watching him shred up each and every paper that he touched on that dumb desk of his...well...it made me shiver a bit.
That's when I saw it; my paper, neatly written in my cursive writting, only with pink gel pen instead of the standard pencil. Under my desk, I crossed my fingers, hoping, waiting, praying. I shut my eyes.
Then I heard it; riiiiiip.
I opened my eyes, blinking as I followed Mr. Donnahue's hands, which held my torn paper, throw the scraps over the edge and into the trash...
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(Before you read this, remember that this character is a student at a sailing school, and can fly.)

I woke up. It was cloudy. The green sea went into ginormus waves the size of sharks. I went outside.
My boat was shaking in the weather, and it was all wet. I sailed it anyways. I grabbed the steer, raised the anchor, and went out.
    The sea was hard on me. The waves pulled my white, small, wooden boat up and down the great seas. I felt great. I felt brave. I felt calm.
    Rain started to fall down as the clouds got darker. It was amazing. The wind blew...
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posted by TeamRosalieHale
21: Every Famous Last Word

IT continued to follow the trail of the carriage-leaving Canada, coming back to the states, through Montana, North Dakota, Minnesota. IT sensed the trail went different from north but IT was not entirely sure which way.
Master watched and occasionally offered praise to IT, always reminding IT to get the blonde, alive, bringing her to master. Along the way, IT killed a stray vampire here or there, master smiling the whole time at the mess.
Oblivious to the danger that was closing in fast, the carriage marched on to Ohio, darkness had settled in, Tristan was sound...
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posted by TeamRosalieHale
20: Love Remains the Same

It was early morning the next day; Tristan had woken shortly before the sun, though he appeared quite different from the golden-haired blue eyed god Rosalie had seen: his hair was dark brown, his eyes a hazel color with a tad of green. “Today, I’m going to visit two of the ones I changed oh about seven, eight years ago. Then, we will head home, east through Indiana, Ohio, West Virginia, then south to home. Sound good?”
“I feel the need to hunt” David said, bookless for the first time.
Tristan nodded. “Very well. You’ll probably be back before we are.”...
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posted by TeamRosalieHale
10: Hero

By then, the two had stopped fighting, though Alice was still fuming, not that Rosalie could really blame her. Once again, Alice was unsure what came next: half of her wanted to just run and run until she had left it all behind and the other wanted to stay though this was mostly to see what Rosalie meant by Jack meaning so much to her.
Tristan, Jack, Michael and David waited inside the carriage. Tristan was in no hurry and Jack would have jumped off and followed Rosalie in a second. That kiss had sealed the deal and answered the question that had plagued him so many years: had she...
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"this cant be!" Vanessa screamed.it was so loud,the walls began to shake.

"Vanessa,"her mom said."Come down! you need to learn to use you powers,and to control them.

"bu,bu,bu------This is all a dream!yeah,in a second,ill wake up,and not be a vampire."

She blinked 3 times,but she was still there.Not in bed.

"but,but,but,but,vampires aren't real!"

"thats what i thought,too.But,its true,its all true.You are a vampire,Vanessa,and you cannot tell anybody,ok?"her mom said with wide eyes.

"ok,"vanessa said."i understand. but really,she didt.



the next day,Vanessa didnt want to go to school.This was becuase...
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posted by Fangirl99
Izzy POV

It was about 12:01. I was going out to howl at the moon. When i walked outside, i saw a note. Iread it aloud.
Meet me in the woods at midnight.
love,
Your secret admirer
me:Wow,i have a secret admirer. maybe its owen. No wait, cody! no no, JUSTIN!!! or trent. What about Geoff?
I wondered all the way there. then, i tripped on a leg.
me:AHHH!
duncan: hey there babe.
izzy: what? oh, hi duncan. now, whos the secre admirer?
duncan: your looking at him.
me*laughs*okay, okay. you got me. now, who is it?
duncan:me.
me:oh, really?duncan: uhu!
3rd person
izzy: oh, okay then are you sure?
duncan; yes babe.
izzy: okay then
duncan: so,
izzy: you wanna make out.
duncan:okay
*2 hours later*
*2 more hours alter*
izzy: okay well that was fun
duncan: yeah, uh, so, see you later.
izzy:okay
duncan: yeah.cool. okay then, bye!
izzy: bye.
*15 min later*
both: I LOVE U! *start making out*
posted by Free_Spirit
me: sorry the name is kinda weird. Okay well i wrote this for english class, and my teacher didn't have enough room to write a proper comment just that it was very busy. so um yeah tell me what you think. Please i honestly don't mind the harsh truth. Okay here we go.
ps.Its about ancient greece, and sorry if the names are to weird

I sighed and leaned back against the wall, my hands were trembling, making it that much harder to read my book. Usually poetry calmed me down, but today was an exception. The sun was glinting through the clouds. Today was the day the Mykene men came to take me to Lukae...my...
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"I could see the sorrow in his perfect blue eyes,something was wrong."
"I could see the sorrow in his perfect blue eyes,something was wrong."
Leonardo.....Leonardo....Leonardo.I just couldn't help but melt like an ice cream cone a on a Texas summer day, as I said his name over and over.He was just perfect.But I still had my worries about Lulu.Leo still hasn't explained the hug to me.But I don't want to be pushy with Leo.I wasn't exactly with Leo(yet) but we were acting like it.I didn't want to ask him,I wanted him to ask me.But I could tell he didn't want to break the ice.He knew I liked him but he still so nervous(it was so cute to me).I just wished he would ask already,what was holding him back from me?I certainly wasn't,so what...
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I was completely dreading the fact that I had another seven more hours until I had to face Joel for the first time since that rain incident.I was looking up at Juan's guesthouse bedroom ceiling.It was completely pitch black but yet to me,it said so much.It said how my heart felt and how drained my brain was.The black ceiling stated exactly what I wanted to happen,for it to just stay night forever.Why did I have to go to school tomorrow?Why did I have to see that jerk and his perky,little,annoying girlfriend?I just want to stay here in this bed.

I sadly had three classes with Joel and two with...
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