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Article by amoremusic posted over a year ago
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blessed
when i think about the things that God has blessed me with i get to excited to think that he has done all of these things for me and only me, so that the people around me can be blessed as well,

The things that i cherish the most is family and the impact that they have on me as a young woman, the love that they show me everyday of my life, there is a quote that fits what i'm talking about and this is what it is:

"Family, they are the people who bring you up when you are down, they are the ones that you can turn to when life isn't going the way you want it to, they are there to comfort you in times of sorrow and in pain,."

that's what Family means to me, tell me what does family mean to you, and how do you fine your comfort, is it in the people that you love and trust, you tell me how you find your strength and your foundation.

Before/ Beginning/ but not the end:

I will not let you be so sympathetic of me and how my life has now turned out, or the way i live my life in the manner that it is now, for you have no-right at all to judge me hence-forth.
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Fan fiction by 7seablue7 posted over a year ago
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MOONWALKER THE SERIES
Episode 1~ We meet again, setting hotel in New york (Hilton) year 1982. Scean1
---------------------------------------------------------------Micheal: well we're here guys...... guys
hey what are yall lookin at?
Marlon: check out theses girls at the pool over
there... (practically drooling)

Michael : all you do is watch girls all the time man.. come on.

Jermaine;yeah marlon( laughing) although they cut
Michael: now you too Jermaine( annoyed)

Jermaine:Mic you can't lie to your self they look good.
Michael:your right.... they do (sighing) we gotta
hurry up and cheek into our rooms so we can get ready for rehearsal.

Tito; yo I'm hungry! CAN WE EAT FIRST!!

Randy: as big as yo stomach is you can wait a while longer (snappy)

Tito- whatever.. when we gonna get some food
man!! I'm starvin over here!! (dramaticly)
Jermaine:shut up! (playfully)
Jackie enters the room with his luggage and with the others.
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Article by jedigirl posted over a year ago
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The day my life became more than reality was when I was seven.
2 months earlier, my mother had passed away due to reasons I never understood. All I knew was she was gone and Dad wouldn't talk about it.
I was sitting at my desk, watching the snow fall out the classroom window. The window started to frost over quickly. I turned back to the teacher, but she was frosting over too. I realized it was my vision frosting over. I rubbed my eyes to stop it, but it only made it worse. So I sat in my desk and let it take over.
I soon found myself in a field of dandelions and fireflies. I looked around and saw nothing in any direction. I chased the fireflies until I heard my name from a distance, like a dream. Then a snap of fingers. I was back in the school, with my teacher in front of me telling me it was lunchtime.
I went the rest of the day without going back to the field. I was entertain by other things and by the time I got home, I thought nothing of the field.
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Opinion by axemnas posted over a year ago
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Surviver of The Thing prequel that is till the end that was the beginning of The Thing 1984
How to survive a horror movie apocalypse. by L.R.Talbot
This is a list of things to keep in mind in order to survive a horror movie. Note most of these can be used in a daily life as well.
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1.If there's someone at the door never say whose there
2.never put your back against a door. You never know if someone has enough strength to put a knife through the door plus there's the mail slot to consider.
3.Try to be as quiet as possible especially if they(your attacker or possible attacker) are near by
4.Find a weapon as soon as possible. In my opinion preferably something that could be used and both close and remotely long range. Be sure you already know how to use it! If you've ever seen YouTube videos person gets hit in the head by gun I think it explains it very well. Plus as an add to that note you don't need to fire a gun and it knock you on your butt as a zombie or worse is coming near you. Plus aiming and making your shots count and reloading is important too. My personal favorites are a .357 magnum, bow and arrow, crossbow, shot gun, assault rifle, samurai sword(sharp blade).
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Article by Kokona97 posted over a year ago
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Dragon Crew
Long ago, In a land faraway....that's how a Disney movie would tell this, trust me, me and my friends tried to add this as our first couple of words, but it didn't seem...right. This story doesn't start 'Long Ago, in a land Far away'. It more so starts like this, 'Not that long ago, in Dragon land'. That didn't seem that could either. 'Once upon a time' never worked that much either.
So I would love to let you know, we did not come up with the 'once upon a time' theme. Not. My. Fault.
But we did decide to do a mini epilogue about how we became like this, although this starts off with 'Once Upon a Time' (Caroline insisted it)

Once upon a time, long ago, the Kings and Queens of back when there were castles and knights in shining armor, noticed there were lots of Dragons in the world. Don't get me wrong, the Dragons stayed far away, but they were edging closer to the kingdoms. Dragons hated humans, and humans hated them. Humans and Dragons never went to war because well... you can't kill a dragon.
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Article by darkling_menace posted over a year ago
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(I have thought of a bunch of characters over the years, but since I suck at making stories for them to be in, I can only make the character itself with a bit of back story. Today is going to be the first day that I'll be posting these characters on here, since this is the writing club, and I don't want my mind to be cluttered with character ideas. This character came to me when I was rethinking an idea for an old character.)

Darcel was once the leader of a tribe of ancient humans in what is now known as modern England, he was a sorcerer who used his magic as an advantage over everyone else, it seemed that his people respected him, but in reality, they feared him. he killed anyone who defied his rule, but he would not do it himself, he would influence others in his tribe that whoever was against him wanted the tribe to fall, so he had them be killed by their own peers. The tribe executed traitors by tying them and sending them to a bottomless pit where it is said that they will fall for an eternity, never seeing the light ever again, little did they know, that this was a portal to a dimension where evil things arise from. Eventually his tribe fought against him, but...
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Article by MissMuffin38 posted over a year ago
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From within the heart of the forsaken village, the sleepy sun creeps out from the silent clouds it had been hiding behind for the past few days. Skies are blue, but only just, as the rain only fell yesterday, pouring onto the pavements below. The sun's shining streaks plaster the stony ground, creating light, dusty shadows of the villagers; their never-ending work continuing throughout the day. Children from the village play on the cobbles, darting and weaving in and out of the few passers-by on the quiet streets, chasing after each other without a worry in the world. The smiles on their faces light up like the morning sun, happiness glowing from within. Something that is unusual in this village, that only comes around once in a while.
Summer is coming.
The gentle flowers spring up from the bed of grass, like a rainbow of colour after the downpour of rain. The smell of the water still lingers in the soft air, mixed with the many scents of sweet flowers, powdered across the fields. Winter has come and gone, and spring has done its job. Dew still mounts on the blades of grass, jade in colour, wetting the tips of your shoes, leaving a cold sensation while it silently...
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Opinion by CatiePotter posted over a year ago
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"What happened?" I questioned myself as I got up. I was in my bed; how did I get there? I looked around my small bedroom. The house was scilent, the usual voices of my mother making breakfast was not there. There was no smell of pancakes or coffee as the usual breakfast was.

I looked across my bed to the stand with my alarm clock. 5 o'clock in the morning."Odd they should be up by now" I wondered.

There was a bang downstairs, like the car grauge door." What are they doing?"I asked myself. I stretched as I headed downstairs to the kitchen. As I krept down further there was more noises coming from the grauge area. Voices. I looked around the kitchen for any sign that I missed breakfast. Dirty dishes, crumbs on the the table, leftover brewed coffee in the coffee machine, or just an opened milk container. Nothing.

I walked carefully to the door to the grauge. The noises became louder and I could make out what the people on the other side were saying. "Mrs. Simpson again we are so sorry that we have to inform you this." talked a gloomy voice."We are going to investagate as hard as we can to find out who did this."
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Article by CatiePotter posted over a year ago
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My name is Annabelle. I am sixteen and I am beaten.

I lived with my dad and mom in that trailor park on the edge of town between the bar and the strip of stores everyone avoids. We lived happily until my mom, Mary, died in that car crash five years ago. My dad became depressed, drinking alcohol and gambling. He was soon unemployed, so to keep the trailor I had to drop out of school. He is now a deep alcoholic and gambles with his buddies every other day.

Whenever we run out of spirits he hits me. He keeps hitting me until I go to the bar nearby and get more. This happens every two days by his heavy drinking.

One night him and his buddies were playing poker when we ran out of spirits. He did his usual hits but they were harder and kept coming. I then realized he was then killing me. I looked to his friends for help, but they were drunk. They were laughing and pointing, one by one they all got up and helped my dad beat me. "Thats what you get for not listening to my orders!" yelled my dad.
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Review by kbsruthy posted over a year ago
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"The memories of my childhood"....
you are in my heart"...always"....

I walk alone in those all days".....
thinks about you only"...
It's an only secreat between you and me"...
times to grown up...still thinks about you"...

Iam busy in my studies"...
but i never forget you..from my heart"
the days passed you and me grown up.."
but he doesn't look at me.."

I feel i ignored by him"...
but my heart still beat for him"...

and still have hopes....

"He never heard my heart beat"...i feel mushy
i hope one day he will...
but it's never happend...!!!


" he is still a bachelor now.."

time to realize " am not in his "HEART"..and his feelings toward me a brittle"...
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Opinion by Weasel1999 posted over a year ago
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Prologue

The sun is just minutes from rising and the night is growing lighter. An alter made entirely of blue marble, jade, and amethyst is illuminated. Two tiny babies lie on top writhing and screaming in discomfort. They are naked, only a few days old and the chill of the stone slowly seeping into their bones will surely kill them. The larger of the two will not stop screaming while her twin just sobs quietly.
Their frail mother stands a few feet away determined to finish what she came here to do but her eyes are bloodshot and red raw from her constant tears. But she is not alone. Her husband stands beside her a pillar of strength. The pair couldn’t be more different.
He has hair as red as the now rising sun and eyes as blue as the deepest ocean. He is stockily built with muscles straining to burst out of his clothes. A birthmark or perhaps a tattoo- half hidden by his clothes- runs down the side of his neck. It is grass green and seems to depict an upside-down triangle with a line through it. An unusual choice for anyone let alone a man that looks as though he could rip your head off with his teeth.
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Article by juliet98 posted over a year ago
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In the year 4125 the Earth was still turning on itself. Apparently everything was the same as it was two thausand years ago. But it wasn't so. The democracy we got fighting was distroied by a man. After 15 years of wars, in 4025 Cyrus defeated free people and he established the tyranny. The whole world was controlled and the freedom dind't exist anymore. Everyone lost trust in everything, in love, in courage, in God. Most of people didn't know that there was a prophecy. It said that the humanity had to pass through a century of pain and fear to realize how important freedom was. But then in the 101st year four guys, with the Gift, could overthrow the government.

-Hurry up! you're in late!- said Alec. He pratically pulled off Shown from his bed. Shown muttered for a while but then he stood up and went slowly to the bathroom. He looked terribly. He had bags under his eyes. He couldn't sleep because of the fear. Alec came near him.
-So, are you excited, son?-
-No i'm not. And don't call me son because you're not my father-
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Opinion by Weasel1999 posted over a year ago
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V The Bedroom
When Ember finally found a bedroom it was well worth the wait. A gorgeous raised four poster filled the centre of the room. The hangings were made up of crimson and indigo velvet square patches and the wood was jet black with intricate carvings of dragons, princesses and magical palaces climbing up and down the posts. The bedclothes were of dusky pink silk and embroidered with beautiful jewels of the most wonderful colours imaginable. Reds and purples green and blues, they shone and sparkled dazzling in splendour.
The walls were hung with beautiful portraits, satin scarfs and tapestries depicting great deed accomplished y brave men. Most beautiful of all was a huge old mirror hanging on the far side of the room. It was framed with pure gold and Ember ran her hand down it surprised to find it warm as though someone had left it lying out in the sun. She turned her eyes to the surface of the mirror and started back in surprise at what she saw.
People, the room was filled with people. But when she turned to look behind her the room seemed empty. She turned back to the mirror. People of all different backgrounds and looks stood there but her eye was...
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Article by juliet98 posted over a year ago
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Writer corner:) hi everybody! i hope you'll like the plot. let me know!! thank you!!!
In the year 4125 the Earth was still turning on itself. Apparently everything was the same as it was two thausand years ago. But it wasn't so. The democracy we got fighting was distroied by a man. After 15 years of wars, in 4025 Cyrus defeated free people and he established the tyranny. The whole world was controlled and the freedom dind't exist anymore. Everyone lost trust in everything, in love, in courage, in God. Most of people didn't know that there was a prophecy. It said that the humanity had to pass through a century of pain and fear to realize how important freedom was. But then in the 101st year four guys, with the Gift, could overthrow the government...
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Opinion by Weasel1999 posted over a year ago
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IV The Bathroom
Ember had been wandering aimlessly around the endless corridors and baffling twists and turns when she saw how dark it was getting outside. She would have checked her watch if she had one, but she didn’t so she hazarded a guess at it being about 10, 11 o’clock. She was exhausted and needed to find somewhere to sleep.
But first she wanted to take a shower. She hadn’t washed since she arrived at the mansion and it showed. Her soft skin which was normally a delicate pale porcelain was now covered with a light layer of grime.
She had changed a lot since the fire. Her hair which had previously hung in a glossy waterfall down to her knees was now cut so that it just brushed her shoulders. She had donated the shorn locks to charity. It was a brilliant fiery scarlet and in certain lights she looked as though her whole head was engulfed in tongues of fire.
Her eyes were a brilliant emerald green but they had lost their sparkle and looked to big for her elfin face. Her clothes hug off her. She was normally slim but now she was a pathetic bag of skin and bone. The girl who had once fought off a gang of fourteen year olds at the age of ten...
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Opinion by darange posted over a year ago
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You may not know me but I know you. Your the one with a family who loves you, with a friend who actually Accepts you, the person who has the normal life. My name is Rebecca, I'm the girl who all her "friends" ignore her, the girl who gets beaten by her father. The one who thinks the world hates her. And everyday i wonder if someone would help me but no one ever does. This is my Diary, read on if tragedy Appeals to your sence of mind i guess.


February 1st 1978
Dear diary,
is there anyone out there? Anyone who truly understands? Everyone says Being Alive is better then dead, but why do people say death is peaceful? I'm Rebecca Welsh I'm the girl who sits in the back of the class. After my mother died i have been living with my father. I'm the kid he never wanted. I guess you could see where that goes with trying to cover bruises and such.

I just turned eleven 2 days ago. For once in my life my father did something nice for me he bought me this diary. But the happiness didn't last long before he slapped me across the face for moving something of his. He always beats me. I try to cover it up the best i can but there is still talk abought...
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Fan fiction by ejenk1025 posted over a year ago
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Chapter 3

So. It's the weekend and I have nothing to do. Im still stuck on why Lucas didn't kiss me. Is there something wrong with me? (Laughs) Who am I kidding? I'm Brooke Davis. Nothing's wrong with me. EXCEPT LUCAS WONT KISS ME! To dramatic? Yeah... I know. Anyway, I guess i'll go to Peyton's house. Hang out there or something.

"Hey." said Peyton
"Hey."
"I'm glad you came over. I was bored as hell." said Peyton
"Where's Nathan?
"In his room. Playing wideo games with one of his friends I guess." said Peyton

As I walk into Nathan's room to say "Hi" I notice the most shockingly thing ever!

"Lucas?"
"Hey Brooke." said Lucas
"Hey." said Nathan
"What's going on in here?" asked Peyton, "O wow."

Peyton decides to laugh at the whole situation. I don't see anything funny. I'm like feeling kind of...... icky.

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Opinion by ejenk1025 posted over a year ago
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Chapter 2

I pull into the driveway of the cafe. I look into my rear view mirror. I look good. (Laugh) I get out of the car then fix my clothes. I'm ready. Just be yourself. Ok. I'm walking in. Don't fall. Don't fall .. He sees me. Just walk up to him.

"Hey."
"Hey. Glad you could make it." said Lucas
"I'm glad you could make it, too."
"Well. I work here so..." said Lucas
"You work here? Cool."
"Yeah. This is actually my mom's cafe. Let me introduce you." said Lucas
"Oh goody." I said nervously

Good impression. Good impression. Good impression.

"Mom, this is Brooke. Brooke, my mom." said Lucas
"Pleasure to meet you." said Karen
"You to. This is a nice cafe you have."
"Thank you. I try." said Karen

That went better than I thought. BOO-YA!!!!!!! Too corny, uh?

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Fan fiction by ejenk1025 posted over a year ago
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Chapter 1

As I slowly walk toward the road I can't help but to think "What have I gotten myself into?" I know I shouldn't have done what I did. Is this where I was suppose to end up? Is this destiny. If it is... I don't believe. I just wish I could take it all back. I'm sorry. I'm sorry is all I could say. I shouldve never listened to her. My mother. Don't let this be the end. I won't give up. Please. Then I hear a soft scream but as I approach closer It grows louder. I start to shake inside but I manage to keep walking. I'm sorry. I shouldve let him go. It was stupid. I shouldve let that night be magical. The secret. I shouldve never kept it a secret. I wish I could take it back. I would've said something. Don't let him give up on me. I won't give up on him. This isn't destiny. Destiny. What does that word mean. I hear the scream again. I know that voice. That's..... me. Screaming from inside. I didn't want this for myself. I may never forgive myself. But I need him to forgive me. I wanted to tell him. I couldn't make out the words so I let him leave. I regret it. Don't let him leave again. I give him my hand. To hold onto. I don't want it all to slip away again. I...
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Article by nekomatafox posted over a year ago
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this is scarlet included becouse originally for manga so brief description
flameheart sits in the grass lettting the breeze pass over him waiting
"hmm i hope i dont wait long" he says to into the air
looks around startled as a rustle comes from the bushes behind him
"scarlet is that you" he ask nervously
there's a flash of red and yellow knocking flamheart to the grounf with a large smack like stone on metal. he shrieks with a hint of a smile on his face as a pair of half paws half hands hold him down.
a bright female tone female voice with a playfull tone talks to flameheart" i got you flameheart admit it!!"
holding him down is a human like fox creature with red fur that has yellow patches on chest, ear and tail tips, muzzle and paw / hands.her eyes are a bright shining green.
"ok, ok ill admit ....."
she laughs cheerfully"yeah i..wahh!!!" shrieks as flameheart twist so that shes pinned down
"admit that i won" smiles then gets up and helps her up
"you cant let me win"can you shoves him
"hey what was that for"
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Opinion by Weasel1999 posted over a year ago
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III The Library
The next room Ember visited was to her a Heaven on Earth. An enormous room just for holding books! The ceiling was so high it would have taken ten of her standing on top of one another the reach it. The shelves and shelves of books were piled right up to the top and there were several ladders placed conveniently so that she could reach the topmost books.
Ember walked round the room as though she were in a dream. She loved reading and devoured every book she found but she had never had a whole library full of them to herself. She barely knew where to start. Every square inch of wall and floor space was piled high with the most beautiful expensive leather bound books.
“There must be every book in the world in here” she thought to herself in awe.
Slowly she made her way around the piles of books until she found a copy of The Wind In The Willows which had been one of her favourite books as a child but sadly her copy had been burnt to cinders. She looked around for somewhere to sit and saw a window seat of red velvet and she curled up there and began to read.
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Opinion by Weasel1999 posted over a year ago
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II The Kitchen.

Unsure where to go Ember dithered in the corridor outside the nursery for almost ten minutes the next morning. But soon the delicious smell of apples and cinnamon reached her nose.
She followed the scent until she reached a large old fashioned kitchen. An old, wooden table, worn and scrubbed filled the middle of the room. It was the biggest kitchen Ember had ever saw. One side of the room was simply all cupboards and drawers of all different shapes and coloured. Ember’s curiosity burned but she was distracted by a large woman wearing an apron. She was taking a steaming apple pie out of the oven and setting it down on a table. She looked at Ember who began to stutter an apology but the woman simply stared right through her.
She glided past her to the door and called- “Lettie! Food’s ready for you to take up!”
Ember was astonished. How could this woman not see her? What was happening? The woman walked back to the table but this time she walked right through Ember. She gasped as a wave of icy cold engulfed her then went back to normal. She saw the woman walking away from her. She had just walked through Ember! But how? Was she...
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Opinion by Weasel1999 posted over a year ago
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I. The Nursery

Ember lived in her nursery for the next few months, only being let out occasionally to go to the toilet. All she saw were the four walls around her but it wasn’t all bad.
The room was painted a pretty sky-blue and the carpet was thick, fluffy and a deep midnight blue. There was a bed and a huge white wardrobe with the most beautiful, old-fashioned clothes inside.
Rich velvets cloaks, soft fur stoles, bright silk dresses, every item of clothing needed to make a young lady of society look beautiful.
But Ember was not a young lady of society living in Victorian times. She was a thirteen year old girl living in the 21st century with no parents, no friends and a life of imprisonment stretching ahead of her. She spent all of her time either at the tiny window staring out at the village below or at the desk writing. There was a plentiful supply of paper and pencils and she wrote stories about fairy-tale creatures, fair maidens and dashing knights.
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Opinion by Weasel1999 posted over a year ago
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Prologue
She never knew she had an uncle until her parents died. It’s strange how- sometimes in life when you lose important people in your life you gain some more.
Her mother and father died in a house fire. No one knew how it started except the one daughter who managed to survive.
But she was in no state to tell. She suffered mild burns but her mind suffered worst of all. She never spoke again.
She was kept in hospital for six months but eventually she was packed off to her uncle Scipio. She was thirteen years old and many said it was a crime sending a child off to such an evil man as Scipio.
The old man had a terrible reputation in the tiny village where he lived and if he ventured outside- which almost never happened- rumours flew about him like leaves in a storm.
The day the girl arrived caused a great sensation, all of the villagers who was able gathered in the Midnight Hangman- the local pub to gossip and drink to her hearts content. Many tall tales was spun in there and you never knew who to believe.
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Opinion by Annik posted over a year ago
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Prologue

Slowly consciousness came back to me. My head was pounding, it felt like it was going to explode. Especially at the back of my head something was wrong. I knew it, I felt it, yet I couldn’t get my head around how I got it exactly. I tried to get my hand up to touch my head and make out what was going on exactly, but soon found out I couldn’t get it up. It was strapped onto something. Slowly I took a deep breath, held it and let it go. The pounding didn’t stop, but it did help me to be able to start make out some stuff around me. I couldn’t open my eyes yet, but my ears gave me some perspective as to what was going on around me. I heard low grunts and high squeals coming from somewhere in front of me. If I had to guess, I’d say there was a couple in front of me fucking each other senseless, but that would be crazy. But well, what was crazy really, if you were strapped to a chair and your head was about to burst into a thousand tiny bits? No, stop, I was dwelling off. I should stay focused. The grunts and squeals started to get louder and louder, more intense with every sound. Where there really two people fucking in front of me? That couldn’t be,...
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