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Opinion by Insight357 posted over a year ago
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I needed more, more! I threw the book across the dimly lit, wooden attic. The book hit a stack of old newspapers. I tore open yet another book. Nothing would give me my answers.
    Why did I feel the need to care for Lucy? Why could I not get Alexander out of my head?
    There were pages, and pages of the thought process, but nothing to explain what I felt! Why could no one manage to capture these feelings, and explain them?
    A knock on the door interrupted me. “What?” I snapped.
    “It is past midnight, Damien. Come to bed,” said Grey through the door.
    “I’ll come when I want to. Now, go away!” Could she not understand I was confused, and angry? She possessed such naivety.
    “Fine!” Grey yelled. I heard her storm down the steps. Then I heard her bedroom door slam. I let out a puff of air.
    Then I threw another book against the wall. I kicked the whole stack of books, and watched as they toppled over. I threw myself onto the floor, and began crying.
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Opinion by Insight357 posted over a year ago
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I saw black sneakers with purple shoestrings. Then tight black pants. Next a draping black shirt, with small hands covered by fingerless, leather gloves. A cross choker sat at the base of her neck. My eyes then fell upon hers. Those eyes, those piercing blue eyes, somewhat similar to my own. The black hair teased slightly, with choppy, side bangs, covering the outer corner of her right eye. It was the girl, from the hallway. The one who thanked me. I gasped softly.
    “Hello, Lucy,” I said to her.
    “Hello,” she said in the same small voice.
    “Dr. Demidov, Lucy’s file is on my desk. I’ll leave you two alone. I’ll be back in about one hour,” Mrs. Blake left the room. I stood, and moved over to Mrs. Blake’s chair, behind the desk.
    “Take a seat,” I said gesturing to the chair, I just moved from. Lucy sat in the chair, grimacing when it made a soft creak. She was so tiny, in all ways, short, and skinny. “Tell me about you,” I said watching as her eyes jumped, and flashed. Her arm muscle twitched. The eye flash was from the...
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Article by wolfkirby posted over a year ago
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After Sally Gunsman died,everyone was more careful
but some people didnt care maybe they were behind all of this,we had to investigate.We were careful not to get caught,because we might be next.We followed Billy Kensmith,Ben Wong,Timmy Hagans,and there leader of there little group Kevin Mostan.
Kevin was a Bad Boy.He would do anything to get a girl.He would ever ask her out ever if she has a
boyfriend!He always used a trick to get a girl by using a move saying "oh you dont need him".He's
a "charmer" he's a jerk he's just wants to makeout with some girl.He is a butthole,a real jerk!He was one of my ex boyfriend,he was a butthole he hit me a thousands times!!Its suck to have a abusing boyfriend so I dump he.Now back to the chase!We Kevin,Billy,Ben,and Timmy.They went to abanned store we follow about half a mile away.
We went in acting that it wasn't abanned because they turned the closed sign to open.When we went in it was beautiful inside,it was like new looking and we couldnt believe it from the outside
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Article by bunnibunnibaby posted over a year ago
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"It's nice here. I don't know many people though..." Victor brushed his hair back, smiling again. "Well, by tomorrow, all of the kids at school will wanna be your friend." "Oh..." Jade turned slightly to see the raven haired boy deep in thought. "What is it?" "Hn? Oh, it's nothing. Oh, we're here." The blonde looked up ahead and saw her house. "Really? Cause my house is right there." She pointed, and Victor burst out laughing. "Haha-I live right next to you then..." The blonde looked at the house next to hers. It seemed normal. A little old fashioned, but definitely normal. "Cool! Well, I'll see you tomorrow then?" "Yeah..." The onyx eyed boy took Jade's hand, kissed it lightly, then walked off. "What was that?"
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Opinion by Insight357 posted over a year ago
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I had my first client today. I was to go to a middle school, and talk with an obsessive-compulsive child. Her name was Lucy Taylor. She was starting to be teased by other students. It was not right; it’s not as if she could help it.
    I walked into the main entrance of the school. The halls were the color of dirt, the lockers a mucus green. I saw kids with name brand clothing going down the halls. As I walked toward the big sign that said Guidance Counselor on the front, I saw a group of kids. They were all against the left side of the hall. They were all dressed in black, most had long hair, even the boys. The kids looked like they were having fun. Until a jock came up to them. He gave them a once-over then spat the word, ‘fag’ at them.
My heart squeezed, I used to be one of those kids in black that was called a fag in school.
    “Hey,” I said to the football player. “That’s not a very nice word to say, and I could report you. You don’t know what these kids have been though. Well, scratch that, you do know. Most of the time it’s you causing it,” the kid looked at me.
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Opinion by Insight357 posted over a year ago
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Today was my first day working for the mental institution. I woke around ten, and got a shower. I dressed in my black pants, shoes, and shirt. Over the shirt was my white doctor’s jacket. The color white didn’t’ suite me, but it’s not like I hade a choice in wearing it.
    I walked to work. The asylum was only three blocks away. As I walked I worried over people criticizing me. Or, making fun of me. What if I treated the wrong patient? What if I messed something up? What if I got lost?
    My stomach started to tighten as I thought of the day ahead. I felt a cold sweat on my forehead, and palms. My vision was growing cloudy.
    I hadn’t had a panic attack in years. Now they were back. No one could know, I didn’t want to have to be institutionalized again. And, I knew if someone found out, that is where I would end up.
    I walked into the institution feeling like I was going to throw up. The front room was all white, a desk in the center of the hall. This was the same institution I’d stayed at, but only a week, and a half ago. If my stomach...
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Opinion by HouseMindFreak posted over a year ago
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Chapter 16






A loud noise woke Bone from his sleep. Becoming more alert he felt a sharp pain in his neck from laying his head over after falling asleep on his shop couch.
Opening one dry eye he could see Jax rustling around the shop benches and he appeared to have his shotgun strapped to his back and somehow he got some old work boots over his injured foot.
He looked like he was prepared for battle.
“The hell you doin’ preparin’ for war?” he said.
“No, goin’ huntin’. Koda hunting”
Bone was wide awake now.
“You are not going to kill my nephew,” he said forcefully stopping Jax in his tracks.
“He’s an animal, he killed your family. He’s not just going to all of a sudden feel remorse and come home to apologize. He has to be stopped.”
“No.” Bone slammed Jax into the wall pinning him there.
“He’s the only family I have left, I refuse to just go out and kill him over something that isn’t his fault.”
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Fan fiction by Lolita_Dark4 posted over a year ago
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May 6, 2002
Boston, Massachusetts

To whom it may concern

My name is Ashton George Lingheart, and this is my confession. In July of 1998 I murdered my wife, Kim Rachel Summer Lingheart, a year after the birth of our son. No one aided me in the crime and it is a thing I regret more than anything in the world. I hid her body in a well from our previous location in New Jersey. My wife was a kind, gentle, soft-spoken woman whom everyone adored. She never got angry, even at the people who disrespected her. She loved our son just like a mother would, for she always wanted a family of her own. She was a self-less woman who never asked for much.
There was always a smile on her face. My wife was the center of the family and everything in the family revolved around her. She was so beautiful. I loved her so. You’re thinking if I’ve loved her why did I kill her. I’m not sure of the answer myself. Maybe it all started when I lost my job.
I didn’t tell her because she deserved the finer things in life. Why my career plummeted, hers was sky high. She made more money than me and that made me jealous. I never showed it. Even though I loved...
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Article by para-scence posted over a year ago
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His hair was a medium brown. He was so tiny too. Even now, I could see my features in him... and Ty's. I stood there motionless, looking at the little thing in the suitcase crying and throwing his arms and legs in every direction.. Lucy had said once you saw that little baby, you'd instantly fall in love with it. It must not work on all people. I felt nothing for this thing.

I picked it up, re-wrapping the sweater around him. His body was warm; I could nearly feel it through the sweater. I closed the car door and locked it, and went for a walk. The baby continued to cry in my arms, and that didn't make me like him any much more. My legs still hurt immensely, and I limped and staggered as I walked. I had no idea where I was going, but I was tired of being confined to my car.

As I continued walking, the baby kept crying. People gave me dirty looks as I sat on the bus stop bench.

"Would you get it to stop?" A man asked, on a cellphone. To be honest, I didn't know how to. I turned my eyes away from the man. He groaned and stalked off, apologizing to whoever was on the other end of the line.
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Article by Skitty_Love posted over a year ago
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"Takaya's grades have been decreasing, there is a chance she may not make high school next year.." Ms. Mitsuba says calmly to my mother. "Takaya! Is this true? Why didn't you tell me you were failing school?" She snaps at me, who was sitting next to her on the cushioned chairs placed across the marble desk. I silently shrug, looking down at the patterned carpet. "Tell me!" She continues to order. "I just-" "Your father is gonna be furious!" My mom cuts me off of my sentence. Thats when I had snapped. "Quit talking! Let go of my now!" I cry, my voice thundering. Ms. Mitsuba grabs my wrist, my cut-up wrist. Lets just say, I've been stressed lately. "Taka-" I quickly pull away, tears swelling up in my eyes. "You know I struggle and I know dad's gonna kill me! So just leave me in my own private world!" I start running off, out the door. Ms. Mitsuba and mom yell for me to come back, I just ignore them.
Luckily my house isn't very far from my Junior High. When I enter my house, I run to my room and jump on my bed. I don't know if I should cry or punch my pillow.. Or just run away.. I lay on my back, staring up at my lavender-colored ceiling. I was about to...
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Fan fiction by StarWarsFan7 posted over a year ago
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As I dash to my beige apartment near Mink Road, a black Cadillac stops in front of me. The glass window rolls down and I see my Uncle Charlie. "Good morning Chanhassen!" He gives me a grin. "Morning, Charlie. Are you here to see my mother?" I ask. His car door opens and he steps on the cement sidewalk. From the way I see it, he looks like he's been dipped in expensive clothing. "You look fancy!" I comment letting my voice louden. Uncle Charlie is an old friend. We just call him 'Uncle' because he's just like family. Without my father around, he's the only man in the house. We enter the building and walk up the stairs. Room 134. I open the wooden door to reveal our clean 'home'. "Mother!" I call. The aperture shuts behind me. My mother walks in our way with a briefcase in her hands. I wonder what that is for. "Chanhassen, would you be a dear and go to your room? Charlie and I have things to talk about." What kind of things? I nod making my silky black hair sway back and forth. Entering my room, I see my American Wirehair cat. "Oreo!" I yell. Oreo runs over to me. She purrs and rubs against my leg as I kneel to her. Oreo's chocolate colored fur and cream chest makes me want to...
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Fan fiction by sawfan13 posted over a year ago
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It all started out as an ordinary day, man. Mrs. Krabaple, my stupid teacher wanted us to do a
project on the most intense, exciting day of our vacation. Truth is, I actually DID my project, instead
of getting my dog, Santa's Little Helper to eat a piece of paper with the alphabet and some made
up curse words Milhouse made up that I thought were dumb. Anyway, all these kids had these boring
stories, while I was remembering mine:
It started two weeks ago, when Homer came home, not miserable or went to Moe's before coming
home. He seemed so giddy and excited.

Homer: Marge! Kids! Come to the living room!! I wanna tell you a great way to spend Bart and Lisa's
break from school! Marge: You seem so happy. What is it? Homer: We're all going to Vegas!
Bart: Haven't we already been there? Homer: Yes, but I have over ten thousand dollars here with me
and tickets to some shows. Here's two concerts, to uh some band called uh, *looks at ticket*
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Opinion by POPclogger216 posted over a year ago
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"Why in the heck are you wearing that?" my mother asked. I looked into my full-body mirror in my bedroom inside this tiny apartment, studying the short, yellow, frilly gown. I sware to God..I gleam in this, Mom! I thought. "It looks more like a scrap-of-a-dress." I ignored her.

It was the day of my high-school prom, the last prom I'd ever go to. I was going to graduate this summer. I sorta wanted to come out with a bang. My eyes, just like moms, looked bigger, darker, and gorgeous when I was wearing yellow. My choppy black hair seemed to shine more. This IS the perfect dress, I thought. My cat mewed next to me. I picked him up, rubbing his favorite spot, right inbetween his ears. He purred in response, motor running sixty miles and hour. "Mom," I say, giving my voice some edge, "I love this dress. I want to wear it. I have to wear it. Please?"

"Well.." my mother thought. She tapped her cheekbone with her index finger. "I guess. But atleast wear a sweater over it, love. It's cold." I looked outside.
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Article by para-scence posted over a year ago
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Lucy soon became like a mom to me. She watched after me, and made sure I got enough to eat (even if it was from a dumpster). I grew more anxious as the nine month mark came near. Only then did I think about actually delivering the baby. Lucy promised she'd help me, and that she'd try to remember how it was handled when she had her sons and daughters. The baby began kicking and shifting around a lot, and it doubled me over in pain. It happened quite frequently, and I became bed ridden. Lucy didn't want me walking the streets like this, and she insisted that I stayed in the car. She brought me food and water as often as she could.

But sometimes, she'd be gone for hours on end; leaving me alone with my thoughts. I began to think I'd die here on the streets. I could barely take care of myself, let alone a vulnerable infant.

"You'll be fine," Lucy assured me.

"How?" I countered. She pursed her lips.

"I don't know... but you will. I know you will. You're a smart, strong, brave young woman, and I know you'll be able to take care of your little kid." I sighed. The thought made me cringe. Not only was I worried I wouldn't be able to, now I...
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Article by para-scence posted over a year ago
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When I woke up, all the windows were covered in snow, surrounding me, isolating me from others. My stomach growled, but I didn't want to leave. I feared if I didn't get a job, I'd lose everything. I got out of the car, still wearing my clothes from yesterday, which was nothing but jeans, converse, and a black turtle neck. Not wanting to waste valuable gas, I walked around town. My stomach growled again, and the thing inside me kicked a series of blows for a couple seconds.

The buildings here were tall, and far away I could see the new, fancy skyscrapers. But here, the buildings were old and worn. There were people everywhere walking to work, and cars were passing on the streets. I walked around for maybe an hour, not seeing one place that was hiring. I took a seat on a bus stop bench, although I wasn't taking the bus anywhere. Then, a wave of morning sickness hit me. A puked in front of me, almost hitting a man in a suit. Luckily he dodged out of the way just in time. I huddled over, and puked three more times. The people next to me stood up and made room, not one trying to help.
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Article by bunnibunnibaby posted over a year ago
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Jade Adams was making her way home when she saw him. The dark haired kid everyone had been talking about earlier today was walking in the same direction she was. "Hey! You're the new kid in school right?" "Hn?" The boy turned around to face Jade, making her heart skip a beat. He had to be one of the most strikingly beautiful people she had ever seen. He was pale, with onyx colored eyes, and jet black hair that hung over his eyes slightly. "H-hi. I'm Jade..." the poor girl was at a loss for words when he flashed his dazzling smile at her. "Hey, I'm Victor." She blushed slightly and readjusted her Slipknot tee over her black skinny jeans. "Soo... what road do you turn onto to get home?" "I turn onto Salem road, what about you?" Victor looked over at her again, scratching his head awkwardly. "Me too! Wanna walk home together?" "Sure!" The blonde girl started walking ahead, leaving Victor o follow. "So, how do you like it here?"
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Fan fiction by StarWarsFan7 posted over a year ago
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I stroll down Western Avenue with a blue coin purse in my fragile hands. People in every direction as far as the eye can see. Neighbors being neighborly, store keepers selling and people riding the subway to work. Today happens to be a Saturday morning. And as usual, I awaken in the morning at six o'clock and dress. Every Saturday morning is the same old thing. I turn to the corner seeing the store I've been looking for. Roosevelt Island Shop. Yes. Indeed I live on the island of Roosevelt Island. It's very exhilirating to walk in the streets of our state of New York. As I enter the small shop, a bell dings as I open the glass door. "Customer!" The owner yells. "That's no customer! That happens to be Chanhassen!" A woman points at me. How the heck does she know me? I sure don't know her! Maybe she's one of mother's friends. Or an aunt I never knew about... All of these random questions come up in my head. If you've been asking, my name is Chanhassen. Chanhassen Dobbins. I was never born in New York City. Technically, I'm from Pennsylvania. The reason why my name is Chanhassen is because, I was named after my parents' favorite town in Minnesota. I've never been there...
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Article by dramarama posted over a year ago
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Masquerade

Brightly colored masks
Lined up on the wall.
Waiting to take part
In the masquerade ball.
Smoothly shaped plastic
Fitted to flesh,
Each of their disguises
Much like the rest.
Hiding the scars,
Unsightly disfigurements,
Ways they are marred,
Ways they are different.
Each of them has one,
Hiding the truth,
Things that are ugly,
Battles of youth.
Smothering plastic
Hinders my breath,
Tightly laced ribbon
Cuts into my head.
"Just take it off"
The insistent voice says.
"Then you could breath.
You'd be free again.
Remember the days
When life was so simple.
The whole world was good,
And yours soft and simple.
Those days are gone.
You can't get them back.
This new world's not easy.
Things aren't white and black.
Maybe you'll fail,
Just curl up and die.
Maybe you'll fall,
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Article by para-scence posted over a year ago
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A little while after the holidays, Alice left for California. It wasn't long before I felt the despair of loneliness. Alice was the only one I've really talked to for months. Once she was gone, for the first time in a long time it felt like I had really run away. Not like I had gone to a safe haven, but like I really was in an unfamiliar town.

I went to work , and Alice had only been gone for two days. Work just wasn't fun that day. I found it harder to be nice to rude customers, and the day seemed endless.

"Yeah, Alice kind of brings light to this place, huh?" Georgie, the cook asked. I nodded as I wiped down the bar table. "Eh, she'll be back next week, right? we can make it," he chuckled.

On the third day of Alice's absence, a wave of panic hit me. Inside, I felt something pushing against my stomach. It felt like someone was jabbing their thumb into my stomach. I freaked out. I gasped and dropped the tray of food all over the floor. I just hadn't been expecting it. Time in the diner seemed to stop, and everyone stared at me. I stood there, my mouth wide open like an idiot, and stared at my stomach. It still wasn't obvious that I was...
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Opinion by HouseMindFreak posted over a year ago
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Chapter 15




Jax felt he had been pounding on the door of Bone’s garage for an hour. Finally, he heard the click of the lock and they door opened and he was greeted by the barrel of a shotgun.
“Whoa Bone come on its just me,” Jax said quickly with his hands up in surrender as Bone stepped closer to him without lowering his gun.
“Yeah I know it’s you, the hell you doin’ here?” Bone replied. His voice was raspy like he had a sore throat.
“I’m not drunk if that’s what you’re thinkin’.”
“No? Then why are you here?”
Bone kept his shotgun pointed at Jax.
“Look, I just escaped out of the hospital. My face is throbbing and probably bleeding, my feet are cut up and also bleeding. I need to clean up.”
Jax moved closer to under the flood light to show Bone his bandages.
Bone finally lowered his gun but still stared at Jax suspisciously.
“Why escape from the hospital? You look pretty banged up.”
“It’s a long story, will you let me in?”
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Article by para-scence posted over a year ago
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About three months have passed, and text messages and calls have stopped. It made me feel sad, but at least I knew they had moved on. At least they weren't devoting their lives to worrying about me.

Then one day before work, I had drove to the edge of town to the grocery store. I had paid for all my things, I was leaving when I noticed a bulletin board. It was the ones where missing people were posted. One in particular caught my attention. It was a picture of me from a party, I was all smiles and waving at the camera. Missing: Kodi Hunter. Last seen: **/**/** Hair color: brown. Eye color: brown. Height: 5'1''. Birth Date: February 18th, 1993. If found, please call 1-***-***-****. After I finished looking at the add, I noticed that the "If found" number was not Dad's.

It was Shiloh's.

My heart swelled up, and my throat closed up. I didn't know if I was happy, sad, angry, or scared. I was happy that he was concerned, and that meant he still loved me. I was sad that he was still worried about me. I was angry that he went to all this trouble to drive out here and who knows where else. And I was scared that someone would see this and recognize...
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Opinion by Insight357 posted over a year ago
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    I stood from the brown couch, rubbing my eyes. I had slept on the couch. Grey was mad, and I had been stressed. It was a fight waiting to happen.
    Grey had already left for her job at the pharmacy. She was a secretary. Today, I was going to get my license, to practice psychology.
    I stood from the couch, I was dressed in last night’s clothes. I’d been at the bar, doing tequila shots. I was trying to numb my mind from pop-up questions.
    It had been a week since I left the asylum. Since I left Dr. Anozi. Grey had been a little mopey the past days. I suppose it was, because I had been ignoring her.
    I just hadn’t been able to look at her. I needed to leave her, before she drove me back to the institution. I was going to wait, though. I was going to she the state I was fit for the job. No matter what Grey’s father said, I’d be able to pro e them wrong with my work.
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Article by para-scence posted over a year ago
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It was when they handed me the motel room key that I realized I was way in over my head. The place was called Big Dan's Motel. It didn't sound great, but it was only thirty dollars a night. I went to the room they had for me, and contrary to the Motel's name, the room was not. The kitchen, living room, and bedroom were crammed into one room. Maybe this is usual for a motel, but I've never been to one. Ever. The carpet was a mossy green, and the tiles in the kitchen were white squares with four black diamonds surrounding the center. The bathroom was a decent size, but it reeked. Mold was growing in the cracks and corners of the walls, and the toilet seemed to have had another user quite a while ago. I wrinkled my nose in disgust, but this is probably the best you can get with only $30 a night.

After I brought in all my stuff from the car, I went out to look for a job. I had gone out about four hours away from home, into a small town called Engleway. This town seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. The buildings were tiny, and the houses were even tinier. It seemed like those towns you'd see in the old movies where everyone was outside, playing with their kids and...
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Opinion by Insight357 posted over a year ago
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    Grey pulled away from the house. I sat inside on the couch. Our house had deep brown walls, and light brown hard-wood floors. There were knick-knacks everywhere. Pictures of Grey’s family hung on the walls. None of mine, though, I prefer to keep mine in my suitcase.
    It may seem odd, but I keep all my belongings in my suitcase. I’m afraid if I unpack something bad will happen.
    The brown couch I sat on, and musty smell of the house grew old on me. I walked outside to the front porch. It was one of the nice, white, wrap-around porches. I went over to the corner, where I could look at the outskirts of New York City. I leaned on the white railing. A breeze slightly blew my hair. It was going to storm.
    The clouds were grey when we were driving home. Now they were black, The wind smelt of rain. As the first bolt of lightning flashed, so did my mind. Questions never bothered before, brought to the surface.
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Article by para-scence posted over a year ago
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It wasn't until about three weeks later that I had a feeling something was wrong. I kept having cramps, and I was late. I kept telling myself that it was nothing, and that it would come soon, and that's what all the cramps were from. Also I had been having a lot more mood swings; more than usual around this time of the month. I kept lashing out at Shiloh or Sicily. Sicily didn't think much of it, but Shiloh would seem a little hurt.

"Seriously, Kodi. Are you ok?" He's ask. I ran my hand through my hair.

"Yeah. I'm fine," I grumbled. "Listen, I gotta go." I hopped into my car after school was over, and drove straight home. I plopped down onto the couch and turned on the tv to clear my head.

Then came a commercial.

"Do you ever worry that your pregnancy test is wrong? Most pregnancy tests can't tell if you're pregnant right away. Use ..... and you'll know for sure if you're pregnant-----" I clicked off the tv. My heart started pounding and and my head felt like it weighed a hundred pounds on my shoulders. I quickly ran up to my room grabbed some money, and went to the nearest drug store.
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