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Article by nomblahnom posted over a year ago
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January 1, 2040

Jordan was nervous. He was about to make the biggest announcement of his career – to him anyway. He sighed deeply, waiting for his latest understudy, Samantha White, to begin the report.
“Today, on his 70th birthday, world-renowned author, Forrest Reed, has announced in a statement from his agent, Philip Conrad, that he is releasing his final novel,” Ms. White read from the teleprompter with an appropriately despondent tone, which actually appeared to be fairly genuine. She was situated in front of a ‘breaking news’ logo which rotated slowly, while dozens of books swirled in the background, emerging from the blackness as if bubbling up from the bottom of a stewpot. Forrest Reed’s familiar covers adorned the covers of each and every book, and more surfaced endlessly. She continued to read the statement, “It is with heavy heart that I am forced to inform you that Mr. Reed has decided to hang up his vocal processor and enjoy the remainder of his life at his newly completed home at an undisclosed location. He has requested everyone respect his decision to retire, and refrain from future contact.”
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Article by nomblahnom posted over a year ago
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March 21, 1756, 8:47 PM, Appalachian Mountains.

Branches, bushes and trees flew by on the amazingly stable video display. The man’s labored breath was exceptionally clear. You could almost hear his heart pounding out of his chest. Occasionally, an upside-down glimpse of his face came into view, he appeared to be quite young, perhaps 30, but had a look in his eyes, the eyes of an old man. A wise old man. The video oddly seemed to be recording from a camera mounted on a chain around the neck. His dirty complexion and half-inch beard growth gave hint that he had dwelled in these woods for days. The perspiration on his face and tenseness of his forehead and jaw reflected his fear — and determination. He had several scratches on his face, mostly from running through the heavy brush. Looking down, his right hand was bloody, as was his left side, where a small hole pierced his buckskin jacket at the bottom of his ribcage.
“Not… gonna… make… it!” he panted with difficultly as he stopped to gather his senses — and breath. He ducked behind a tree, concealing his breathing as much as possible. No more than 50 feet away,...
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Article by nomblahnom posted over a year ago
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December 24, 1997

“If we’re going to make it back in time for Christmas, we have to!” Jack Knight answered, sitting in the pilot’s seat of his boss’s Lear jet. He flew his boss everywhere around the world; his reward was use of the plane once a year for a vacation. This year it was Osaka, Japan. He, his wife Karen – eight and a half months pregnant with their second child – and their 17-month-old baby boy, Edgar, had just left the island country behind after eleven days in the Orient.

Jack was just turning 23, with light brown hair, an average build, and a thin mustache. He wore tinted glasses on his head, mostly for looks and shade from the sun glare when he flew. Karen leaned over his shoulder.

Karen was quite a catch for the slightly nerdy Jack. She was 21, in her senior year at West Virginia State College, where she was majoring in sports medicine. She was homecoming queen at Poca High School four years ago. Five foot eight and 120 pounds of beautiful curves with glowing red hair and bright green eyes, she had been the ugliest girl in middle school. That’s when she and Jack had...
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Article by nomblahnom posted over a year ago
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“We’ve got him this time,” said Special Agent in Charge Sheelia Tanner of the FBI. She sat in the passenger seat of a plain blue sedan belonging to her partner, Special Agent Scott Carver. Scott was a fit, trim, athletically-built man with short blond hair, blue eyes, and chiseled features. He was average height and had a generally serious, but approachable look. Sheelia was only slightly shorter, still quite tall for a woman, also very fit but sleekly built like a dancer. Her father and mother were of mixed heritage, including black, white and Asian, and she seemed to draw all her features out of a hat from them, including a deep, dark complexion, big round eyes, dainty nose and mouth, and thin sharp eyebrows which were angled sharply inward. Her hair was straight, silky and jet black, her eyes dark as midnight. Scott and Sheelia were just arriving at the scene where two dozen agents awaited in the shadows to execute a search warrant.
“I hope so,” Scott answered, lacking confidence.
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Opinion by r260897 posted over a year ago
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Nature is still standing with open arms to give us shelter. We cannot understand why is it doing so even if we are destroying it.
That evening I sat on the roof of the house in a village and felt passig air, touching my face and playing with my hairs. I was thinking about my history sylaabus and planning to prepare it. But just then I heard some footsteps coming upstairs and when i turned I saw my cousin hanging the clothes. She said "the wind is so strong i hope clothes will dry up fast""ya" i replied looking to the big farms spreading upto horizon. "ok seems you want to be alone. Means i gotta go means you.... i.... i know u... u understand it yourself i think u can hee hee" she said and again ran down shouting "oh ho wait for me I am also coming". My mind was now diverted from studies to nature. I thought it does everything for us... it is our mother... who will warn us thousand times then scold then may be can slap hard.. My thoughts were growing deeper but till then a known voice shouted " hey what are you doing there? Miss lonewolf... haha see her look at her face uhoo yes talking to you ma'am come lets play" " yeah what no no i can't play i have to revise History i...
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Article by sawfan13 posted over a year ago
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I couldn't stop screaming like an idiot. The snake went to attack, until a muscular hand grabbed it, and threw it really far. I looked behind me and jumped a little. Howl looked at me confused as I said,"Thanks. Um..I..uh...don't ask why I'm here. I just gave you and Lilith some alone time together, and then...th-th-the snake came an-a-and j-jus-just scared me." Howl kept looking at me with that adorable confused look on his face. He just grabbed me by the waist and swung me back to our camp site.

After Howl and I came back, he walked over to Lilith, and started kissing her and stroking her hair as she was sleeping.

*Lilith's dreaming* My dream was scary. Howl and I were getting married in our dream, but then Adam comes back, and then he once again looks like a demon. He hurts Howl to the point where he can't get up and save me, and then I was being kidnapped by Adam. I didn't know what the rest of the dream was because I woke up screaming.

Lilith was screaming herself awake. I held her close to me, whispering to her that everything's fine. She was cuddling to me crying, as Debbie was trying to help me out with her. I told Debbie she was...
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Opinion by Insight357 posted over a year ago
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    After dinner, everyone scattered out in the Temple, and Elizabeth was going to go to her room. She walked out of the dining room and into the corridor. She didn’t know where to go so she decided to go left; she wandered around when she finally took a right. She opened up a door. Elizabeth peered inside; she saw Wyatt, Lucifer, and Xavier sitting around a giant, red pentagram in the center of the room. They did not hear the door open.
    She watched them thoughtfully. Wyatt was the leader of the Temple. Therefore, he was doing most of the talking. She leaned closer into the doorway. She could hear Wyatt.
    “I was talking to the Head Council last night. They said that there have been problems going on lately with the Blind world.”
    “Here or…?” Lucifer questioned.
    “Well, a little of everywhere. Mainly here,” Wyatt pointed to the peak of the pentagram. “On the home front, and here,” he touched another point, “in Russia.”
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Opinion by Insight357 posted over a year ago
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Memories,
Confusion,
So many thoughts,
The end is near,
The darkness coming,
Now its here,
The show is over,
The lights are off,
We now say goodnight,
Goodbye,
As we begin 2 open the new chapter

It hurts at first,
Will the changes be extreme?
Please, just tell me,
This was only a dream,
I want to go back,
To relive this again,
This high point in life,
It can't end.

The stage lights dimmed,
The leaving spoke,
With happy faces on,
But tears in their eyes,
This show is over,
Now go home.
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Opinion by HouseMindFreak posted over a year ago
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Chapter 11

The dry hot air inside the garage was almost unbearable and the smell of motor oil and tires wasn’t helping. Bone usually did not drink a can of beer while in his shop but there were no customers and it was just too damn hot to do anything.

Dropping himself onto his shop couch and cracked open his Miller Light; he closed his eyes to try and ignore the stuffy heat.
He remembered calling Koda’s house and left a message when no one answered. It was odd for no one to be home but he shrugged it off.
Taking a long swig he didn’t realize how tired he felt from the heat as he started to drift off.

“Nice bikes…”







“Are you telling me that kid Koda is the one you saw last night? There’s no way he could have done this.”

“I’m tellin’ I know Koda, I know what he looks like and that was him…” Jax insisted. A police officer had come to the hospital to question Jax about the other night’s incident. The officer wasn’t very cooperative. “But it wasn’t him, he was different,” he finished.
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Article by liissaaxx posted over a year ago
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“I can’t even remember why I chose to marry you!” She yelled. Her beautiful face filled with anger, those sparkling brown eyes that I have loved since day one, bore into me with no affection. She had said them, the words I never wanted to hear.
The fight had been going on for an hour now and I started to yell back, I could no longer control myself. Our first real fight in five years. I knew she would be over it soon and that big bright smile will light up her face, but I was overwhelmed too. I was hurt. But I stopped myself.
There were no lights on in our house; the outside light had faded and the darkness began to rise. I hardly noticed though. We stood about ten meters apart, me in the living room and her standing just outside the bedroom. No one was talking, the sound of two hearts beating fast was all I could hear, and then her sobs reached my ears. I took a few steps forward and, like we moved in unison, she took a few back. Making it obvious she didn’t want me near.
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Article by alexajaye posted over a year ago
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    Prologue



    He knew he was about to die. There was no getting around it or avoiding it or even persuading his pursuer to stop the attack they both knew was coming. And it was all because of something neither of them had any control over. A silly little trinket — or seemingly little enough. The idea that something so small and trivial would cause this kind of action and in response, a reaction that could only end in death and pain, was preposterous. There was something perverse about that, but none of it mattered now. Not now that he’d taken steps to ensure the man after him would never have the treasure he sought. In that way, he knew he could die with the knowledge that no more people would have to suffer the same fate.

    The city around him had once been a refuge, protecting him from the knowledge that he carried something no man was ever supposed to possess. He still wondered over its existence and why anyone would even attempt to create something so dangerous. Curiosity and a sense of adventure isn’t enough when it puts everyone...
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Opinion by Insight357 posted over a year ago
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    Elizabeth stood up, and left the room. She walked down corridor, after corridor. Stair case after stair case, when she heard a voice.
    “I swear to God, Lucifer. Instead of being such a damned bastard-” it sounded like Wyatt’s voice. She crept closer to the wooden door.
    “Hey, I’m not the one who decided to bring her in. She’s not right for this Temple.”
    “Honestly Lucifer, you’re just mad, because she’s not drooling over you,” this was the angriest she had ever heard Wyatt. He almost sounded British when he was this mad.
    “What? This has absolutely nothing to do with it. I just don’t want her here because-because,” Lucifer stammered.
    “You can’t come up with a reason can you? You just think-”
    “Hey guys,” said a calm, cool voice. She was pretty sure it was Xavier’s. “I think we have a little eavesdropper on the other side of the door.”
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Fan fiction by Twilightsauce posted over a year ago
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HEY! SORRY I HAVEN’T POSTED ANYTHING IN SO LONG, IT’S BEEN LIKE A YEAR SINCE MY LAST POST. I DON’T REALLY HAVE ANY EXCUSES BUT DON’T WORRY I’M BACK NOW! ANYWAY THIS WILL BE THE LAST CHAPTER IN THE MY TRUE LOVE SERIES- I’M SO SAD! ALTHOUGH I LOVE IT VERY MUCH AND HAVE REALLY ENJOYED WRITING IT, I FEEL THAT I HAVE EXHAUSTED NESSIE’S STORY NOW. BUT I WILL BE WRITING ANOTHER, TWILIGHT RELATED SERIES WHETHER IT WILL BE ABOUT NESSIE OR NOT, I DON’T KNOW. ANYWAY THANKS FOR STICKING WITH ME FOR SO LONG AND I KNOW THIS HAS BEEN A VERY LONG MESSAGE BUT IF ANY OF YOU ARE GOOD AT ART OR KNOW ANYONE WHO IS COULD YOU DRAW OR PAINT ME A SCENE FROM THE SERIES I WOULD REALLY LOVE TO KNOW HOW YOU HAVE PICTURED THE CHARACTERS PROPS UP FOR GRABS! SO IF YOU HAVE ANY PLEASE INBOX THEM TO ME OR PUT THEM ON MY WALL. AND FINALLY, BEFORE I SHUT UP AND LEAVE YOU ALONE TO READ, THANK YOU AGAIN.
LOVE TWILIGHTSAUCE/ AMBER
P.S. I DON’T OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS SERIES AND I AM MERELY EXPANDING ON THE IDEAS CREATED BY STEPHANIE MEYER!
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Article by sawfan13 posted over a year ago
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I awoke to Howl's victory yelling. Urgh! I don't care how awesome and attractive that yell may be, but it is WAY TOO LOUD for early in the morning!!! I threw my pillow, trying to hit the tree branch, as my sister woke up, doing the same thing. Debbie yelled,"Howl! You woke up me and Lilith! Look, your yell is cool and all, but not so early in the morning!" Howl looked at her and started growling and barking like a wolf, but Debbie was brave and said,"Don't you give me that! Stop giving me that dirty look! You know better than that!" I started giggling and said,"So what, your Mother of the Jungle, now?" Debbie threw a small Hello Kitty pink pillow at me and said,"Shut up! Can we go back to bed now?" "Yes. Howl, are you going to sleep up there, or come down here to me?" Howl grabbed a bunch of grapes, swung down, and landed smack dab on my bed (I was praying he wouldn't break the springs as he landed, but his feet were so light and graceful, unlike he lands on actual ground.), and he gave me a "please forgive me babe" smile, and kissed me. I smiled and kissed him back, as he fed me some grapes. We both fell asleep, when the baby monkey crawled on us. I was so glad to come back here....
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Article by black_13 posted over a year ago
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What do you think of this poem? Is it too wierd or depressing?

Caged

It’s my life yet I’m not permitted to live it
Because I’m sick of the tiny little locked cage
Did nobody tell you the most important thing?
Little girl’s gonna grow up someday, honey

The day has come when the box is too small
You repressed, demoralized child’s matured
She’s become – shock horror – a teenager
Just an isolent bitch and nothing more

You say she shouldn’t eat so much
But you force her to stuff her face
You say her skin’s bad, why?
You the one who never taught her to wash it

It’s as if you’ve completely forgotten what your life was like
When you were a ticking time bomb
It was so long ago that you’re too old to remember
We all know you were a model child

You do realise that it’s all your fault
You kept me prisoner in ignorance and second hand clothes
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Fan fiction by jesus_bale posted over a year ago
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I can still remember the disappointment in those hazel eyes the moment I told him I was leaving. I couldn't stay - I had no choice. I still can't decide whether it hurt more to leave him, or to know I had been the one who caused the pain. What was I supposed to do? This child needed guidance and protection now more than ever, and I couldn't help him. For so long I had been the one to console him - make him feel safe - and it was coming to an end. It was... the rule.

"I need to go away, Alex. It's what imaginary friends do. We take a... self vacation and just do whatever we feel like doing." I was digging my own hole of guilt by lying to this little boy; the boy I had grown to love and call my own. His mother was MIA. His sister was away at school. His father... gone. My heart raced, tears stinging my eyes. For a moment I could feel my throat tighten. You're breaking his heart... "I don't know when I'll be back. Until I return, you have to promise me you'll take care of yourself, the way I taught you. Can you do that for me?" He didn't say anything. He just stared at me with those eyes that were far too effective for his age. If I had...
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Article by jesus_bale posted over a year ago
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If you're reading this, I want to thank you for taking the time.

For the past two months, I've had extreme writer's block. Let me start by saying: It sucks. Not only is it beyond frustrating, but it's emotionally upsetting. Imagine having all this inspiration built up inside you, yet you can't get a single word down. No matter how hard you try, you can't find the inspiration you need to get the job done and feel accomplished with what you've written. I don't know, maybe it's just me. Recently, I considered retiring the only character I've ever truly felt a connection with. I really wouldn't want that to happen... though I feel I have no other choice.

Then I wondered what I'd be like to - once again - write with someone else. It has happened in the past, but it never really worked out well. I'm willing to give it another go if someone is willing to help me out. My wish comes with a few specific details, but I assure you I'm a follower and not a leader. I guarantee ideas will be exchanged until both parties are satisfied with the story.
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Fan fiction by samuraibond005 posted over a year ago
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It was almost one full year after the day Tsubasa’s best friend’s life was taken in a bloody raid. Tsubasa had felt angry ever since. He had a notoriously short fuse after it happened, the once calm Tsubasa. Tsubasa was given that nickname when he was five years old, it was that friend, Sumiko Yamakawa, who gave it to him, and it was given to him for how he appears to fly when he fights. Tsubasa was a modern samurai; he earned the title at a young age and lives up to it really well.
    It was a quiet afternoon when Tsubasa was riding in the back of a bus with his friend Hankin, they both as samurai carry their swords with them. “Tomorrow is the anniversary of Sumiko’s death.” Hankin said. “Don’t bring it up please; you know how I am about her death.” Tsubasa had said
“It’s been almost a year, if you would have got on with your life, you would have made new friends, her death will haunt you for the rest of your life, but you don’t have to take it so hard.”
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Fan fiction by samuraibond005 posted over a year ago
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Young Sumiko Yamakawa, a modern samurai in training, and no more than 15 years of age. Like most samurai in training she carries around a wooden sword, a bokken, and a dagger, a Tanto. Sumiko’s older brother, Itsuki, was a samurai, one who had recently graduated from the Shinto Ryu School of swordsmanship; not only was he trained to use a sword but a short 4 foot staff as well.
    It was the day Itsuki was to be promoted to the rank of a samurai, the only thing he ever wanted, naturally his sister Sumiko was able to attend. Sumiko was the youngest of her family, Takashi is the oldest of the children, and Jirou was the second youngest, all where able to attend although only Takashi had the official samurai status. Their mother, Chiyo was also there but their father could only watch down from the heavens.
    Inside the building, Itsuki was giving his speech, he had on a nice kimono, and his sword was decorated with gold trim, Itsuki loved to wear formal clothing, but never before has he ever looked this nice. Even Sumiko had to admit that Itsuki looked attractive. Sumiko herself was wearing a simple kimono; she had her old beat...
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Opinion by HouseMindFreak posted over a year ago
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Chapter 10

“It appears an animal attacked him but the claw marks look almost….human,”
“How could a person do something like this?”

Voices echoed in and around him. They sounded so distant like he was under water.
His face burned like something tore the skin off and left it bare to the elements.
A light glowed around his eyes; a strong smell of oxygen filled his nose as he took in a deep breath.
The voices became louder as he became more awake.

“He’s starting to wake up.”

“What’s going on?” he winced. Talking made his face hurt.

“You’re in the hospital, you were found this morning and it appears you were attacked by an animal. Do you remember anything at all?”

The voice was female and was warm with kindness and concern. He was able to relax more but he strained to remember the following night.

“It was cold…”

“My friend’s body was on the ground. He was killed by something.” He managed to remember.
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Opinion by Insight357 posted over a year ago
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The bell rang, Elizabeth, and Wyatt had to go to class. They had every class together except for first period. Elizabeth went to art class while Wyatt went to music.
All through art Elizabeth drew out a sketch of her left wrist. This piece of artwork would be hanging on the wall outside the art room. She was glad people would see it. She was going to be curious to see how many people she could piss off.
* * *
During music Wyatt stared out the window, thinking. Thinking of the best time to tell Elizabeth. He figured he would do it during Algebra two. It would be one of the easiest classes to tell her in, because they sat next to each other.
After first period, they went to their lockers. Their lockers were side by side. They talked about how crappy their Chemistry class was going to be. When the biggest prep in school walked toward them. She was tall, and blonde. She wore short skiers, and dressy tees. Her name was Alicia Blevins.
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Opinion by Elizabeth90luv posted over a year ago
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In this life everyone is thankful for something. And the most miserable, the most pessimistic and the most unlucky person in the world, in some point of his life will feel grateful for something. It might be the simplest thing that others take it for granted, but it might joy to him. And now, on the “Thanks giving” day we should think about all those things that we are grateful for, and see how we can become better. That’s how we can make the world around us better.

Personally, I am thankful that I live in this democratic country, where no wars take place and we all have the freedom of speech. This is really important for me. I –theoretically- have the right to express my opinion freely and to defend my self and my ideas. I heard on the news that two teenagers from Israel went to a Christian school and they were finally beheaded for this reason. I am really thankful that I am not in a great dander because sometimes I disagree with the authority and I try to fix some things in this world that noone even tries to correct. I am thankful that I will not be put to death when I try to defend myself against someone superior because my beliefs are not the same with...
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Fan fiction by Elizabeth90luv posted over a year ago
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Η Αλήθεια

Σε αυτόν τον κόσμο τον αχανή,
όλοι ήμαστε σκλάβοι φορτικοί,
δεν υπάρχει αλήθεια πραγματική,
εδώ που το ψέμα κυριαρχεί.

Ολοι ζούμε μια ψεύτικη ζωή,
μια ευτυχία εικονική,
από άλλους είναι φτιαγμένη,
χωρίς αγάπη αληθινή.

Και η αλήθεια είναι χαμένη,
μεσ’ το σκοτάδι, για πάντα εξαφανισμένη.

Για κανέναν δεν είμαι εδώ,
ουτε για ’σένα ούτε για ’μένα.
Δεν έχω λόγο πια να ζω,
αφού όλα τα ’χω ξεγραμμένα.

Δεν αντέχω άλλο πια,
στο σκοτάδι να κοιμάμαι.
Θελω να φυγω μακριά,
μα βλέπω τις μερες να περνάνε.

Και να φύγω δεν μπορώ.

Λόγια καινούρια, λόγια...
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Article by sawfan13 posted over a year ago
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My stuff has already been moved down here to the jungle. I still can't shake off what happened yesterday, but Howl's been very sweet to me, assuring me everything's okay. Debbie has been helping me unpack my stuff and everything. Some people are still thinking that I'm crazy for moving down here, but I wanted to. Howl couldn't really adjust very well to my world, but with a little bit more time, I'll get used to his world more. Debbie ran up to me and hugged me and asked," Lil, I know this may sound ridiculous and silly, but is it okay if I may stay with you guys?" "Deb-" "I know it sounds weird, but the small time I've been here, I feel like a cool jungle, hippie person, and I love that feeling! I'm sick of the high-heels, t.v., make-up n' earrings of New York City. I wanna live here so I can be myself, climb trees, or even pee outside! Okay, that sounds really gross, but I've never done that before. Also, if you and Howl have kids, then I can help you guys raise them, and help you give birth and everything. I've helped many of our puppies and horses have babies before, so I probably know what I'm doing. Also, I can help you give the jungle feminine touch! Definately more...
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Opinion by HouseMindFreak posted over a year ago
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Chapter 9

Jax slammed on the breaks of his truck in front of the Sakima home. With his shotgun in hand, he cautiously stepped out.
He could barely see through the thick darkness.
His lungs burned as he tried to breathe the frigid air that surrounded him.


“Mrs. Sakima!” he yelled stumbling over a rock.

“Help…”
A weak voice called out.

He ran through the darkness, trying to navigate where the voice came from.
His foot struck something hard causing him land on his stomach, knocking the breath out of him.
Not able to move from his inability to breathe he lifted his head and opened his eyes. A body lay next to him. He couldn’t tell who it was but by the shape of the body he figured it was Shilah.

“Shilah,” he choked out.

“He’s dead,” said a female voice.

His breath slowly started coming back so he tried to sit up. “Mrs. Sakima, are you okay?”
No answer but he knew she was in shock when he managed to scoot up next to her and felt how stiff and almost lifeless she was.
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