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Article by Insight357 posted over a year ago
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“I can’t get you out of my head either,” I said. Voices broke loose in my head, and I fought to push them all back.    
    “What are we going to do then?” he asked unaware of the chaos in my mind.
    “What do you mean?” I asked confused.
    “We both have feelings for each other. We can’t just ignore it,” Alexander said.
    “I know,” I wanted to ignore it no matter what he said. That would be rude though.
    “We should take time together to explore those feelings,” Alexander said. He had always wanted to explore, and find the reason behind things. This situation was no exception.
    “Alright,” I said waiting for a response.
    “Do you want to do it now?” he asked.
    “Uhh, sure. Why not?”
    We spent the next few hours talking about deep-inner things. He told me every time he saw me his heart would crack. Alexander thought I could never love him the way he loved me. I...
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Article by alexajaye posted over a year ago
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Part two, obviously, of the first chapter. No warnings this time, unless you count lying and subterfuge.

Inheritance

Part Two



    Harper, March & Fields wasn’t a law firm I’d ever heard of until a few months ago when I’d received a letter from them concerning my father’s will. It was strange that they’d waited until nine months after my 25th birthday to contact me — especially when the instructions had specifically stated alerting me on that day. Phyllis March wasn’t an entirely unpleasant woman to talk to, but she was fidgety and a little high strung. She always struck me as the type of person who didn’t like surprises. On that note, I could relate.

    Traffic so early in the morning wasn’t too bad, but just as we got into downtown Chicago, everything came to a grinding halt. I looked at my watch, noting we had only been out about ten minutes, and we were only a few blocks away.
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Article by breebree446 posted over a year ago
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For anybody else, a typical day probably wouldn't start off with fencing; especially not in an antique shop.

I stood facing my opponent, the shop owner. A thin, black clad man in his twenties. His brown hair was pulled into a ponytail behind him. It almost matched the small beard on his chin. Or it would if you could see it. Right now, his face was covered with a mesh mask and he held a long, thin sword out in front of him.

Most people knew him as Folklore, that creepy guy with the pawn shop filled with odd little trinkets.

To us, he was Drew Knowles. That insanely cool guy with a store full of priceless treasures. The best part? He let you play with them.

If he liked you.

My uncle is part of an archaeology organization, Mystech. He even owns the Museum of magical history in town, a place Folklore often sells or trades to. Being his nephew, he often gives me the grand tour whenever something new comes in. Granted the whole; 'you break it, you buy it" thing still comes into play, especially if Chikara tags along. I'm guessing that was why he moved us to the front of the store.
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Article by para-scence posted over a year ago
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A few weeks passed. Shiloh generously got me an apartment, despite my protests. It was a cozy place, much better than any motel could compare to. Shiloh insisted on paying for it; he got a summer job as a carpenter for the summer. Even though it was probably impossible, I still wanted to pay for the apartment, but how could I get a job when I had Chance to look after? Sicily could only babysit so much.

One day, I thought of something that probably had to get done sooner or later. I asked Sicily to watch Chance. She agreed; she loves being with him. I got in my car (which Shiloh had driven home a couple weeks ago) and left. I drove around for maybe twenty minutes until I came to what I was looking for.

The county jail.

***

Ty sat down behind the glass wall, on a creaky metal stool. He wore the obnoxiously bright orange suits, and had handcuffs on both wrists. He furrowed his eyebrows when he saw me on the other side of the divider.
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Article by para-scence posted over a year ago
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"It's ok, Kodi. I'm sure he doesn't still feel that way," Sicily assured me. "That was months ago! He was probably just hurt that you left." I shrugged.

"Well, it's not like you have anywhere else to go," Shiloh added. I pouted. They were right. There was no way I could go back to living in a car. Chance would definitely get sick again, only probably with something even worse.

"I'll think about it," I told them. I wanted to have time to think about my options. Just then, there was a knock on the door. I furrowed my eyebrows. Sicily pursed her lips to hide a smile. Shiloh shrugged.

"She insisted she wanted to see you if we ever found you," he explained. I handed Chance back to Sicily, who welcomed him with open arms. I crossed the room, and opened the door.

"Alice!" I gasped. I jumped up and wrapped my arms around her neck. She giggled and hugged me back.

"Hi Kodi," she said warmly. I jumped back, and clasped my hands over my mouth in shock.
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Article by Insight357 posted over a year ago
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    “Damien, that was years ago,” said Alexander as his cheeks turned a light pink.
    “I know, and I don’t understand why the memory is resurfacing now,” I said shaking my head slightly.
    “Do you think it’s because you’re with Grey more often?” Alexander asked. I’d rarely seen Grey while at the asylum. The only people I would talk to was Deborah, Dr. Anozi, Alexander, and a few college professors.
    “I don’t know, maybe, but it’s scaring me,” I said. “I spent all last night at a small cathedral, praying. Praying for salvation.”
    “Salvation from what?” Alexander asked.
    “You,” is all I could say. I loved him, but I felt it was wrong.
    “Why me?” he asked.
    “I’ve had feelings for you since that fling three years ago,” I said, recalling the memory.
    “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I’ve been living in agony for three years,” Alexander said glaring at me.
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Article by Insight357 posted over a year ago
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When the selfishness,
Has you in its grasp
And you cannot break free
Nor admit to it
You must stay silent

When you want someone
To be yours
Yet they are anothers
Does it make you selfish
To want the one they have?

When you want the one
Someone has
You are selfish
For that is theres
Not yours

Find your own
Although the one
You want
Makes you happy
When the rest cannot

The one you want
May do the same for others
Nevertheless, you want him
For yourself
However, it will not happen

You want the rest
To remain happy
Even when your heart
Cracks every time you see him
For he is with another
And she is expectant
Of your selfishness

Therefore, you stay away
And die slowly
Needing him more
And more

You stay away
And leave him alone
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Opinion by Vampiyaa posted over a year ago
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"IDIOT!" the King screeched. Toyo flinched as if the King had struck him.
"DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE?" he continued to yell angrily.
"The Vampire Society figured out that Aiko was at X Aacademy," Toyo said quietly. "So I sent her away."
"Without the protection of other vampires," the King hissed. "Suppose they find out where she is now. Who will protect her? She's as good as dead now!" The King sighed irritably and strode towards the door.
"Inform the Society that I will not be available for the next year," he said coldly. "And this time, don't mess it up." The King strode out of the room, leaving Toyo to clench his teeth and wish he was dead.

"A new school," Aiko breathed, stepping into Briar High.
"I'll say," said a kind voice from beside her. Aiko turned. To her right was a thin, rather beautiful girl with hair below her shoulders and a thin, gentle face, a familiar face...
"Yeah," Aiko said, and she and the girl began walking down the halls together. "I'm Aiko Johnson."
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Article by nomblahnom posted over a year ago
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As I stare listlessly into the mirror, the fuzzy image that gazes back at me is someone I barely recognize. But I do. They say prison causes profound changes in a man, and the most extraordinary stem from the most incredible circumstances. That man in the mirror has undergone an unimaginable plethora of alterations because he is the absolute worst thing one can be in prison: an innocent man.

I detect the bitterness in his hazel eyes, the constant worry that wrinkles his forehead, the anxiety that sets his jaw like cement and the frustration that has lightened his hair from brown to salty beige. But still, occasionally, I notice the soft smile of that gracious man I used to know, the kindness in his eyes and the youthful, even naive, wonder underlying his visage.

I witness as he struggles for control over his flagging emotions; his quiet humbleness as he is degraded by those who believe that, by mere coincidence of fallaciously bestowed power, they are superior in some way; the way he continues to strive for good, despite the oppression surrounding him; how he never puts himself before others; and he helps whoever he can. The man in the mirror is...
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Opinion by Vampiyaa posted over a year ago
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Toyo was slumped over, half on the wall and half on the floor. He clutched his throat with both of his pale hands, coughing uncontrollably. In a useless attempt to get up, Toyo stumbled and fell on his side, almost completely paralyzed by the desperate pain in his lungs and throat. If only he could get what he craved so badly...
Aiko has it. Aiko can give it to me.
"NO!" Toyo screamed, throwing himself at the door. Instead of it opening he crashed onto it and slumped on the floor again. His legs were utterly useless to him in this state. Panting heavily, he felt the pain lessen, and finally it managed to become dormant again.

Aiko was in the library when Toyo staggered in.
"Oh my god, you look terrible!" she gasped, when Toyo stumbled toward her. It was true; Toyo did look terrible. His face was paler than usual and his entire body was trembling as if a war were being held inside his body.
"I need you at the Night Dorm," he choked. Toyo's voice was hoarse and weak, like he was dehydrated or something.
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Opinion by Kenya-Hantaro posted over a year ago
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There is a pack of wolves that love, worship, fear, and respect blood. One of the wolves from that pack has offered to tell about the pack and her self. She may be a pup but she is very knowledgably about her pack. Her name is Kazenzy.

She has a bit of a split personalities though. One evil and one sweet and hyper. Both interesting but the fact that she has split personalities sends most other wolves away. Now lets let her start.

Kazenzy’s part Dialogue
I’m from a far off pack called The True Pack of Red Souls. There the only resource we used was blood, that is and our kills that we drained the blood from, we used it fro healing, dye for fur, and many other things. I loved that pack. I had potential there. Because I was born with red fur that was a sign in the pack that I was born for great things. But after my parents had me the wanted out of the pack. In the pack that was asking to die, literally. So they made a break for it at night and managed to get past the guards. When they woke me up, they dragged me in my sleep, and told me that we had ‘escaped’ from the pack that made me snap! I attacked them mercilessly...
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Opinion by POPclogger216 posted over a year ago
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Falling. I was falling. All I could see was darkness. Nothing else. Just darkness. No, I wasn’t falling.
I was floating. Floating through space, stars suddenly appearing. Fat green ones and bright reds, along with the hues yellow and purple inbetween. I gazed in wonder. It was so beautiful. I never want to leave here.
    “Mary Shelton, get up right this instant!” I woke up, the alarm clock screaming by my ear.
    “Elizabeth!” my mother yelled. She was obviously ticked.
    “Rrg…” I mumbled. I’m up, I just-“ I stopped short when a peculiar sight caught my eye. A guy. A hot guy. A super-hot guy. Standing in my yard.
    “Elizabeth!”
    “Coming!” I slid a pair of jeans on and a soft, cream colored blouse, complete with matching tennis shoes.
    “Hello,” I whipped around, almost bumping into the guy that was standing in my yard, who is now standing in my bedroom.
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Opinion by Insight357 posted over a year ago
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I sat on a black, leather couch, starring at the deep blue walls. I was in Alexander’s office, for my appointment. I’d come here straight from the cathedral. My hair was tangled, and messy. I still wore plaid pajama bottoms, and an old, gray tee shirt.
    I came to a realization last night. Today, I would make my move. I have done enough to hold my own. Now I could be happy…Maybe.
    I debated whether, or not I should tell Alexander about Lucy. Dr. Anozi would’ve liked the idea, but I’m not sure about Dr. Laveney.
    I also wondered if I should tell him about my outbreak from the other night. Should I tell Alexander about the voices? I would decide when he asked.
    After a moment, a sharp knock startled me. I looked up at the wooden door as it opened. Dr. Laveney stood in the doorway, peering at me with his coco brown eyes. A smile played on his thin lips.
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Opinion by Insight357 posted over a year ago
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    It was around one when I left the house. I couldn’t walk far, for it was dark. I hailed a cab. I told the cabbie to drive to a cathedral, near a small suburb, just outside New York City.
    I didn’t dare close my eyes during the taxi ride. I did not need any images to play behind my eyelids. The dream had been all too real.
    After a ride down streets I could not name, we arrived at a tall, brick cathedral. I paid the cabbie, and got out of the car. He drove away. I walked up a few steps to the wooden door. I pulled on the handle…locked.
    I sighed, and walked over to the left side of the church. There was a small side door. I tried to twist the knob it popped open. I walked in.
The room it lead me to was dark. I could barely see the other door across from the one I’d just entered. I opened up the other door. It lead me to the main room of the cathedral.
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Fan fiction by StarWarsFan7 posted over a year ago
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As I enter the kitchen, I see my mom chopping carrots and putting them in a pot full of stew. "Hi Mom! What's that?" My long citrus orange skirt sways underneath the air conditioning vent. "I'm making vegetable stew. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. "I'll get it!" I call. I run towards the wooden door and I turn the bronze-colored knob. A man with shaggy dark brown hair appears behind the door. "Hello. Is your mother here?" Who is this guy? "Yes. She's in the kitchen." I make a left towards the small kitchen and my mom looks at me. "It's for you." I mouth the words silently. "Oh!" My mom, walks to the door to chat with the man. "Hello Daniel!" Daniel? Who is Daniel? Could that man be Daniel? I don't trust him. He looks...suspicious. As I walk towards my room, I see my mom hugging Daniel. "This can't be happening." I mumble to myself.

With my door wide open, my mom enters the room without knocking. "Chanhassen," she starts. I look up from my homework and see my mom is dressed up in her business clothes. "Why are you dressed like that, mom?" She stares down at her outfit. "What do you mean? I'm going to work." Work? "Work? Now? Why?" I'm good at asking questions!...
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Opinion by POPclogger216 posted over a year ago
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"I..I didn't see you..you were over there, now you're here..oh my God," I say, pacing before he grabs my arm, stops me.
"Chill. Would you like to dance?" he asks. I say yes.
Hesitantly.
We dance, sometimes close, sometimes dancing so crazy we can't even see each other. But something weird happens during one of the dances. He pulls me close. I barely know him. And then, his hand around my waist, he almost grips me, as if in pain. And then burning, almost like a msall scratch a dog would give you. A sharp prickling runs through my lower back. I moan, softly, and I look at his face. His eyebrows are furrowed, his teeth clenched.
"Are you..okay?" I say softly.
"Yeah..yes..I'm-" he shoves me away and goes outside. I follow him.
"You. Stop. What's wrong?" I say, the rain soaking my hair, my dress.
"Get away. You're dangerous," he says, stopping, his back to me. I grab his wrist, feel his pulse. It's insanely high.
"Shut up. I'm not. I have killed anything other than my Barbie doll's hair. But still. What's wrong?" Again, the same prickling pain vibrates through my back. I give a groan.
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Article by para-scence posted over a year ago
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I didn't know which way to run. One foot went this way, the other went that way. My knees faltered and locked. I fell to the ground in a mess of tears. I wanted to keep myself open, but instead I cowered in fear. I whimpered when two strong hands grabbed the tops of my arms and lifted me up to my feet. My cries came out in staggered breaths; I hyperventilated. The strong arms pulled me into a hug.

"Oh my fucking...." the voice said, but didn't finish. "Kodi, I swear if I wasn't so happy to see you, I'd kill you right now." I peered up through my blinding tears at him. Even though I could barely see, I could still see his beautiful features. His short brown hair, amazing brown eyes, and the small hint of a smile.

Shiloh.

I couldn't say anything. I just tightened my grip around his waist and cried my eyes out. He rubbed soothing circles in my back with his arm and whispered in my ear.

"You're ok now. You're ok now." I nodded, even though I wasn't sure those words were true. He was going to take me back. Back to where either Ty or Dad would quite literally kill me. I calmed down after a long while, and we sat down on the couch in the...
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Opinion by Harrypotter148 posted over a year ago
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This is a little clip from my story that I just wrote, a little romance i guess. Anyway, I would like some feed back please. But be nice, to be honest, I'm not good with harsh criticizes. I am aware that there might be any spelling/grammar errors, but keep in mind, I'm young and I am working on it!




“Kal!” Bree called down the street as Kal rushed away. The rain fell hard, soaking her in less then a minuet, but she did not have time to worry about the rain. As soon as she saw that Kal was not going to turn around, she bolted into a sprint. He may be a Healer, but she was much faster then him. Kal’s body tensed as Bree gained on him. It took a few seconds, but he finally slowed into a stop.
But Bree did not want to speak first, she stared at him, but he would not allow their eyes to meet. She did not understand, they worked so hard to train her for the final battle, and now he was running away, ready to face it himself. That was unacceptable, he new damn well that Bree was to finish it. She had her full powers, and she could find the inner strength to control him, which was why he ran, but she never would. She knew all to well what...
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Article by para-scence posted over a year ago
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I named him Chance. His presence easily expelled the loneliness that I had felt for months upon months. I did everything I could to care for him, even if it meant me missing a meal. He slept and cried a lot, but that's what babies do. He cried the most at night. To get him to stop, I rocked him gently in my arms and sang softly to him songs that my mother would sing to calm me down. That soothed him almost instantly, and he blissfully fell asleep.

It was when he was almost three weeks old that I noticed something wrong. Chance was sleeping in his crib, a.k.a. my suitcase, and I heard a raspy sound. I looked over the seat, and Chance's little chest rose up and down deeply, and labored. His breathing sounded pained, and I bit my lip. I gently put my fingertips on his chest, and felt the staggering rise and fall of it. Carefully I picked him up and over the seat. I leaned into the backseat and held him close to my heart; as if that would heal him. On my neck, I could feel that his forehead was very warm.
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Article by wolfkirby posted over a year ago
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Me and Brittany got scared when the police questions us and got push toward the cop car.
The boys got is trouble because of the beer since they tried to make us drink.We had to tell them because u know there the police we didnt fell right when they got to rude and pushy.We got sorry for them since they went to jail for 3 days.
Luckly they werent part of the K.K.K.Kevin got alot more nice after there jail time.They were not bullying any kids we have been dating so long that its a record for our town.The school was rebuilt,but Me,Brittany,and them knew it wasnt over yet.
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Opinion by Insight357 posted over a year ago
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I sat on the floor, looking outside. It was snowing, and you could see icicles hanging from the top of the window. It was so cold in the room I could see my breath.
    I looked around the empty room; I was alone. In that moment I felt if nothing were inside me. As if, something had devoured my soul. I was resigned, and nothing seemed to phase me.
    Suddenly, lightning flashed, and hail came down. Making pops as it hit the roof. Black clouds filled the sky, making for an ominous feel. I stood, and went to the window, to find the snow gone.
    The rain started pouring down, and wind began to blow. I saw big waves in the distance. A hurricane was starting. The roof started to fold in. A mist came through the cracks.
    Then, the roof caved in. A fire started to blaze through the empty room. After a moment, the fire ceased; the house looked demolished. Charred remains laid on the ground.
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Opinion by Insight357 posted over a year ago
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By the time, I reached Social Services noon had come. I walked inside the one-story, brick building. I looked around the large, blue-walled room the door had revealed. I didn’t see Lucy.
    A curvy, dark-toned woman come up to me. She had curly black hair, and brown eyes.
    “You must be, Damien,” said the woman. I nodded.
    “And you are?” I knew she was a social worker, but that’s all.
    “I’m Stacey, Stacey Sterns,” she said.
    “You’re Lucy’s worker, right?”
    “Yes, I hate that little freak. She’s a demon child,” Stacey said with a disgusted look on her face.
    “That’s not very fair to say,” I said. “Maybe she just doesn’t like you.”
    “Every person that has been with her- teachers or foster parents- has said she was terrible,” Stacey shook her head.
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Opinion by Insight357 posted over a year ago
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I ran my hand through my tired hair. I fell asleep on the attic floor last night, after my outburst. I was tired, and ached everywhere. What a night it had been.
    I took my weight of the gurney I had been leaning on. I was at the hospital today, to help calm this schizophrenic man. I arrived here at seven this morning, and had to leave before noon. I couldn’t miss Lucy’s appointment at Social Services.
    It was eight-thirty now, and I was getting ready to meet my patient. He was in the emergency room, with the doctor. He’d had a nervous breakdown, and broken his arm.
    I usually didn’t work in hospitals, but the psychiatrist here was on vacation. They called me as a back up.
    The doctor poked his out the door, and motioned for me to come in. As I walked in, I saw the man was young. He could not have been over twenty-five. He sat on the white hospital bed. His head was in his hands, and he was shaking. He was blonde hair.
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Article by sawfan13 posted over a year ago
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When they got there, the house still looked old, but not a Fall of the House of Usher Gothic, Amytiville Horror old. It looked like it was from the 20's but it looked restored. Lilian looked at Mimi and said,"Yeah, I paid some people last month if they could restore the house. I showed them a picture of what the house looked like in color and they fixed it up good as new." Mimi looked at in amazement and said,"It looks untouched and new, yet it still has that old timey atmosphere to it." Lilian smiled and said,"Yeah. Very pretty. But it does however have cable and electricity. I thought since you and Grace will be here, then you guys needed a little bit of modern day to it." "Actually, I could care less. I don't watch t.v that much anyway." "Well, Gracie here does and she'll throw a major fit if she doesn't have it. I know it's spoiling, but I don't want her stay to be moody and bad." "I understand." They walked in, as Mimi felt like a breath of fresh air just hit her. It was beautiful. It did have modern things like t.v, electricity, microwave, air conditioning, and a refridgerator, but it still had that atmosphere to it. Lilian even brought some DVDs that both of the girls would...
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Article by sawfan13 posted over a year ago
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Summertime, June, 16th, 1934
Detectives surrounding the area of the lake. A dead body was found. A young girl's body. The young girl was Anna Hawkes, nine years old, blond hair, green eyes. My best friend.......ex best friend. Let's just say, this little girl did not play nice with me and left me forgotten. She's lucky. Lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky. The detectives found her and not me. Well, I'm sorta used to it since I've always known to be forgotten and alone. Now, I'm dead, forgotten, alone, wet, and sunk deep into the water. How did Little Miss Anna Hawkes die? Hehe, me of course. She drowned me first and told my mommy and older sissy that I couldn't swim and sunk into the water. No. She killed me first. That's what I get though for playing with an older girl that finds me annoying and stupid. Know what? She's the meanie fat head. Not me. Bye bye, Anna. You will soon be forgotten........


Years past and sixteen year old Mimi Lowe was going to her great grandmother's house. She hated going there. She hated hearing about her grandmother's past and how she did this and that. It was an endless cycle of boring stories about history of her grandmother's...
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