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posted by para-scence
**6 months later...***

Bride laughed and giggled as I bounced her on my leg; just another day at the park. It was summer, finally, a break from school. I guess I was looking forward to being a sophomore. School wasn't that bad anymore now that I had my friends. Felicity wasn't that bad either. We're not exactly the greatest of friends, but we can tolerate each other now. Also, Trace and I started dating. It was great; he's really sweet and funny. I couldn't ask for a better guy.

"Come on, Harley! Gail said to be home by three!" Aspen called. Everyone else was already at the sidewalk, starting...
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posted by Insight357
    I sat in a chair by the window. I was still in the asylum. Days had passed, and nothing changed. I hadn’t heard anyone speak of Alexander. Doctors would come in my room every few hours to make sure I was still alive, or to make sure my arm didn‘t hurt.
    I asked one of the doctors about my arm. None of them knew how I broke it. Even the paramedics said it was broken when the man from the motel called. I didn’t break it. I knew I didn’t. I think the motel manager did. He probably crushed it when he found out I never gave his Nyquil back.
    Earlier...
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posted by ginax0o
Something has severely struck my curiosity
Did he know of his ill fate?
What were his last thoughts?
Did he even have any?
If so were they about his family?
If his life flashed before his very eyes,
Did he have any regrets about what he saw?
What were his last words?
So many questions about this stranger dying before my very eyes ,
whom I know absolutely nothing about.
The touchiest of subjects and its stuck on my mind
Truthfully, the only people who know the answer
are forever gone.
When time comes for me to know the answer
What will I be thinking about?
Will I know of what is to come of me?
Who will I...
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posted by elizasmomma
I'm setting here looking at a paused television screen and i soon think to myself is that the way that our life is life when we are put on hold.

If tht's the case then why are we not able to do the work that we have been meant to do forever,
how can the people in our lives trust us for the decisions that we make in our daily lives that we live.

are we really meant to be th people that we are meant to be or are we just passing through this earth with no-where to go but down, that is what i think about when i see a paused tv.

so what do you think about this journal entry that i just wrote you need to think about what i said and give me your best anwsers that you can give.

thnx erie morgan maples
posted by hgfan5602
Why, do things have to be so hard
In life?
Why can't things be easy
And everyone could just enjoy
Their short lives.

Betrayed
By an old friend
By an old boyfriend
It feels like the whole world
Has gone on the enemy's side

Why do things have to be so complicated?
Tears are rolling down my cheek
As life goes on,
That's what I do.
Because I feel unused, unhelpful, abandoned.

Life goes on
And even though I try
To shrug off the troubles I have had in the past,
Smiling,
Inside, I am extremely hurt
Stabbed by my own friends

I am deserted
Even though I smile
I am hurt
I am betrayed.
posted by Triscia95
The entire neighborhood was out in the front yard of Sarah's house. They had all come back from the 4th of July fireworks at the high school and were now waiting for the huge firework show that her father put on every year.

Though Sarah wasn't out front with everyone waiting for the show. Instead her and Niall were running out to the pool. The show was a little over a half an hour long so they finally had time to themselves.

The backyard was dark, but the pool water lit up beautifully from the full moon light. Millions of stars shown in the black sky, something that doesn't happen to often...
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posted by GummyBears_11
A poem written by me. :]

Snow, snow, you are perfect.
When you fall down, you are white. A clean white.
Beauty, beauty.
The beauty of snow.


We put on mittens, we throw on scarves.
We run outside a pick you up, ball you up,
and toss you.

Then we get cold.

We run inside and drink coffee and cocoa, we
snuggle up, we run hot baths.

Why, snow, why are you so cold, so numbing?


~

A new girl at school is seen by the queen bee.
She is approached.
The queen bee wears expensive clothes and carries a designer bag.
Her hair is sleek and red, with gorgeous highlights in all the right places.

She isn't skinny, nor is she...
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posted by Dhampires
Hate.Disappointment.Regret.They all make up some of the worst thing in our lives...then why can't we just give it up?Give it up and just throw all our problems away?The answer is simple because this,this is reality not a fairytale or some fiction story,where the writer can just have their way over their characters like puppets.No.Not at all in reality does one have their way to control their life or the lies that people tell them.There's no stopping your troubles in life or changing the regret you've made in the past ...it's life.
posted by para-scence
"Blake!" I shouted. I ran down the stairs, grabbing my coat and quickly throwing it on. He came in, holding Tristen and Blakely in his arms.

"Huh?" he asked, completely unconcerned.

"Hollis is being taken to the hospital," I said quickly. His eyes widened. "We need to go!" He nodded, and we got the twins in their car seats, and soon were off to the hospital.

"What happened?!" he asked, his voice thick with tension.

"I don't know! Her teacher just called, and said she was being taken to the hospital! I didn't really think to ask the details!" I said, panicked. We were nearly speeding, but still...
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Sorry this is so long and confusing! I promise the next part will be more exciting! :)

I never realized how much it hurt to be shot. Who would believe that that was the least of my worries? I certainly didn’t, so as I was screaming my head off, all people from around the school came into the band hall to see who was screaming. I suppose they would be a bit disappointed that someone was just shot and no one had gone crazy, which would have been equally entertaining, but there was tension in the room. Kids stood awkwardly around, not knowing what to do. People that had crowded around me earlier...
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posted by WildCherryWolf
To You,

Why? Why are you so gorgeous? Why were you wearing shorts?

I was tossing and turning in bed last night, knowing that as soon as I saw your face, I would like you again. Dammit, I was right. I do. Sort of, anyway.

And I saw you in class. I peeked through the window. Damn, I saw you.

My dreams did you no justice. You're too gorgeous! Your blonde hair, you didn't cut it, that kind of made me happy.

Your eyes, why! Why did I have to want you so bad again?

Chloe and I, we were going to call you vampire. But now, I'm all shy again. Too bad, conscience. I'm going to do it. Vampire! Vampire! You...
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posted by iluvtheshow
Prologue:
"Harper! Aren't you happy she's eating with us?" Gwen asked happily. Harper shot her sister a glare. "It shouldn't be a big deal that your step-mother decides to eat with you." Harper spit out, looking back at the book she was reading. Gwen's face fell. She didn't care what Harper thought, she was going to make the best of this. Their step-mother, Lyn, hadn't eaten with them in 2 months. Gwen walked down the hall toward the kitchen, her sister's words echoing in her head.

Chapter 1 *Gwen*

Divorce. God, I HATE that word. It's like something something toxic. Something that can ruin lives...
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posted by zutaradragon
such a waste, my life whole life is a fake!...but im sure ive been a thorn inside of you...that's torn at you for years. but, sometimes i can taste how bitter i've become...& its more then i can bare. sometimes i pray for someone to blow me away. just make it quick, but let it burn...so i can feel the pain thats torn at me for years. i can't be held responsable, 'cause this is all so new to me. can i...leave my pain behind?

the sercomstances of one's birth are irrelavent. its what you DO with the gift of life, that determends who you are. the pain you feel...its normal. let it go.

you think?

yes. you need to forgive and forget.

i can't...

you can.

but i can't just do nothing...

it's not nothing!

i cant just...forget.

it's hard to forgive, and its hard to forget, but it's easy to do nothing...

you're right...
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posted by Katiegirl
Nightfall was rising rapidly on this wondrous night.
    I found myself dozing into a heavenly sleep. My dreams
    began to indulge my inner thoughts seductively I could
    Feel myself falling into an internal state of mind. A place
    where only my dreams had a recollection of my desires
    of this world. In the outermost parts of my dream I
    could faintly hear the loud thunderous storm
    lurking outside my window. Slightly beyond
    the...
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