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posted by TeamRosalieHale
4: Cast It Out

IT was beyond satisfied with the amount of vampires IT had found and killed in such a short time. IT would never have guessed that so many lived down south. Yet already IT had made IT’s way through more vampires than IT could count.
IT stopped and stood still-listening to the sounds around. IT could still sense the ones IT had left behind in Washington-the two female and the slightly larger group that was all male. IT took in a breath and considered for a minute.
IT decided to head back north-work IT’s way through Mexico, finishing off the ones IT had not been able to find,...
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posted by missceleb86
Why do we complain about the unfairness of life?
We have been stroked by its handle, not felt its sharp knife.
Our hearts moan because we do not have the latest iPhone.
But have we stopped to see the cries of those without a home?
They come to our doors desperate for help.
But all we do is dismiss them with a rude yelp.
"Be not harsh to the orphan and the needy" says our Lord.
But some of us do not heed this and whip them with a steel rod.
Though the whole world we cannot feed.
We should not refrain from doing a good deed.
And prevent from drowning in a pool of greed
posted by I_love_Mikey
Are the nights getting too long?
Are the lights getting turned off?
Are the curtains being shut?
And are you the one shit out of luck?

Is it you being pushed around?
Is it you begging to be found?
Is it his cologne that waters your eyes?
Or is it the fact that you remember all of the lies?

Was it you tied down onto his bed?
Was it you screaming at the site of his head?
Was it you who was crying all of those nights?
And the was it the fact that no one noticed, that helped you remain alright?

Do you regret ever meeting him,
or was it a lesson well-learned?
Do you regret ever helping him?
For your skin is now burned.
Do you regret ever kissing him?
'Cause it your body penetrated,
and used for abuse.
Yet you've pretended not to care;
You just tie up a noose.
3 Biggest Mistakes Writers Make With Their Second Draft - Shannan E. Johnson via FilmCourage.com.
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posted by Cries_Bloodlova
Chapter 1
The Alien
Holding this girl in my arms never felt so…wrong. The things I had to do so I could go back home.
Home
The word never sounded any sweeter. I miss every it every day. It sucks to be stuck hear on this miserable plant in this miserable place. I no longer want to be here. But I must if I want to see the one I love the most my precious darling Piea. He must be missing me ever so much. I miss him to. I let go of Eliza and look her in her bright blue eyes. I brush her bronze color hair. And kiss her soft plush lips. She was everything I guy could want. Her hair, her lips, her eyes,...
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“Are you crazy telling her our true forms, what the hell man?” Shouted Opal. “Don’t worry, I’ll never tell anyone, I’m a Rokurokubi, which is also a type of demon, we demons should stick together” Said Mia. “Rokurokubi? I think I’ve heard of that type of creature, you come under the category of nocturnal, right” Said Opal trying to calm down. “I’m so glad you’ve heard of my race, that makes me so happy” Said Mia trying to hug Opal. “Opal has a vast knowledge of creatures from the other world” Said Alec. “Then you should do great in ‘Monster Protection Class’...
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posted by jannah_heaven
roses are red
violets are blue
when i flush the toilet
i remember you. . .


you who speak of beautiful words
when at my back you have this sharp swords
delighted by how you praise me
set me on fire is what you'd like to see

what's even funnier is that i've done nothing to you
i'm just being me and there's nothing you can do :P


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a short poem for the haters ;)
loveyall,, ya make me famous!!!! :*
posted by Insight357
“Get out of my house!” my mother shrieked at me from the other side of the kitchen.
    I watched her with wide, blue eyes as she pointed at me with the tip of her butcher’s knife. My cheeks flamed red with embarrassment, shame, and a tinge of anger. “Mom, I-”
    “Mrs. Shortts, you’re overreacting about this. Landon has no control over who he is attracted to,” Bane, my best friend Skylar’s father, said.
    “Butt out,” I hissed glancing over at him.
    Bane gave me an icy glare, but said nothing....
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posted by xXxEmoRAwRxXx
My soul burned deep in agony, as the tears and blood dripped down hitting the floor, I grabbed the knife one last time. I looked at Chris, begging for mercy, I lift up the knife and stabbed him one last time. "What, have I done?" I asked to myself. "I'm a murderer, how am I going to explain this, to Jamie? Chris touched me in a inappropriate manner, so I gutted him to death?" I said to myself. There was a soft knock at the door. I had a mini heart attack. "Just a moment," I responded to the knock. Struggling, I pulled Chris under my bed and got the swifter and mopped and washed my hands. There...
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posted by yamiXyugi
The sky was growing dark when it all happened. I was strolling through the park, the same as any day. I was alone, all alone. i looked up to find not one cloud in the sky.
'Night already?' I thought. I looked at my watch. 3:00 pm it read. "That's odd," I said. I decided to go home then.
As I made my way home, things got weirder. There were no cars on the street and no lights on in any of the apartment buildings.
I turned down an allyway, my usual way home, when I felt an unatural tugging sensation in my gut. I didn't know why, but i was suddenly walking in the complete opposite direction of my house.
It felt like my body was under someone else's control. I started jogging, then running.
"Stop it!" I yelled. I tried to force my legs to stop moving, but as soon as I tried, I felt a searing pain go from my forehead to the base of my spine. I screamed and everything went black.
posted by RuBB3rDuckie
Dear The-One-I’m-Glad-I-Never-Kept

I smile now, not like before. It seems like after you had hurt me, I got over you pretty quick, I guess I never really loved you and you were a waste of my time, and when you left I think part of me was relieved, I wasted my time crying, I guess I was blind.

That smile there, on my face, he put it there. Remember those three months you had put me down, made me cry, and I was still stupid enough to stay? He re-wrote that in two, he replaced my permanent frown, with a smile.

Do you remember that day I was crying, and I had went to you with support? Today I still...
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posted by coolie
The Haunted Playground
    Why couldn’t I come here? Mom wouldn’t explain why. I came here everyday! It seemed like Mom was hiding something from me. I was so mad, that as I walked away, her words seemed to blur and fade out as if they were never said in the first place. I ignored her, that’s why I was here in the playground.
    I loved this playground. Although it seems rusty and old, it was a well working playground. A large brick fence stood in the right, blocking what was any further. It was like a scarecrow telling you to stay back. I’ve always...
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