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posted by anbonie
“Nice performance!”
“Thank you, butler!”
Servant smile to Pieter and opens the door of red Ferrari. While driving no one used to speak, until Pieter say something to his butler and bodyguard:
“Did you hear when my voice trembled? I think that was 14th song.”
“No, Sir…”
“When my father isn’t near, please call me Pieter”
“Yes, Si… I mean Pieter”
They arrived to McChink’s mansion. Servant turned engine off and ran on other site of car to open Pieter’s door, but he was too late. “I’m sorry, Sir…” said butler. Pieter sent him angry look: “I can open the door! And we came to an agreement that you will call me Pieter, not Sir! We aren’t in army.” Servant looked really carefully and said to him: “Your father was looking trough the window, I really couldn’t…”
It was dinnertime. While dinner was Georg McChink all time watching Pieter and servant. Pieter felt almost like in hell.
When they finally finished, Pieter stood up and went into his room. Butler went quietly after him.
Pieter was on half way to his room and then: “Boom!!!” North wall was crashed.
Pieter fell downstairs and hit his bodyguard. Last he heard was screaming out of dining room.

When Pieter woke up, was house in flames. Under him was his bodyguard, who hurt his head, because he laid in puddle of blood.
He couldn’t go to dining room, because it was in flames. He knew that he will not be able to save parents, but he can save butler and himself. He looked around; no exit. Than remembered that at least one way exist. At school, for example, he said that his girlfriend is getting a baby, just for left lesson earlier.
So, he looked around himself one more time. And he saw it. It was shaft. It was too high for him. He looked one more time around the room. He saw rug. It was hiding something. Pieter took the rug away. There were moving-able stairs.
With some troubles he picked up stairs. He went upstairs and opened shaft. And now he had only one question: how to move these muscles witch were lying under him so high. Pieter have by the way seen pulley. He has answer, and now, where he can find rope? And then he remembered. He was wearing last type of Nike’s training suit. It was really, really high quality. He pulled rope out of trousers and cardigan. But rope was already too short. Where he can find more rope? Shoes! Shoelaces were made from same material as training suit. He rope all ropes together, but the now rope was already too short for about 20 centimeters.
Butler was all time wearing two belts. One was using to lave trousers on himself and second, he was wearing for more dangerous look. Pieter tightened servant for 15 centimeters, he was exaggerating a bit too.
He picked butler up on same high as shaft. And than, with swinging in it.
And now, harder part. Pieter realized that bodyguard’s heart doesn’t beat anymore. He has to give him mouth to mouth; but – yuck!
At last, he didn’t have any other choice. He image, that butler is that pretty girl who he met on camping. Her name was Alice. He realized that he is daydreaming. He has to save servant, now!
Pieter’s lips touched butler’s (during that he was thinking, why he isn’t one of men, who are usually visit Club Pink Panther) and then he started to resuscitate servant.
Butler opened eyes and Pieter seemed really happy. He didn’t want to change bodyguard again. Last one he locked in fridge, where he froze.
Bodyguard was dizzy because coma. Thank god for Pieter’s rucksack, because in it he always has water bottle. He gave it to his new friend –they actually met this morning, when Pieter’s father bought butler– and he saved bottle again, when butler drank some water. Than they went inside shaft.
Pieter felt fresh air. That mean they are almost outside. But on other site it wasn’t garden. It was father’s cold room.
Pieter ask bodyguard to crash door. But butler wasn’t as week as Pieter told. He jumped in cold room and went to door. Than Pieter wanted to jump, but bodyguard shouted: “Go back! Fire is before the door. Door is hot.” Pieter knew, that door is heavy and it doesn’t let air out, but father has in cold room explosively things. If they don’t hurry out, they will be ash.
On watch which his father invented was program which could calculate, how much time they had. On watch appeared numbers: 480 seconds, that mean they have 8 minutes.
Butler came back in the shaft and Pieter told him, what he realized. Bodyguard became red in his face. He was looking for something in his pocket. It was handheld computer. He found map of house and clicked button “shafts”. There appeared lines and red spot. Bodyguard said: “Here we are.” He was showing red spot.
Butler became normal colored. Pieter wanted to know what was wrong, bud butler said just: “Forget…”
Watch was showing just 69 seconds, but servant and his protégé were only on half way. They absolutely had lucky day. Shaft started going down. They let down, like they were on slide. First went butler. And because it was safe, Pieter went too. And when they were again together, Pieter felt fresh air. And now he knew he is right. He smelt mother’s new flowers.
Clock was showing only 10 seconds. Pieter realized that they will not be able to escape. But he didn’t give up.
He always did what ever he wanted.
They ran to exit. Shaft was protected by diamond bars. But butler said that they are electro-magnetic.
Inside the shaft was button for eliminate bars. But hour show only 1 second. Pieter said: “Goodbye, butler…”

He respected bang, but it happened nothing. Anyway they hurried, because clock wasn’t usually wrong. Butler crashed bars.
When they came out of shaft, in cold room was bang. Bodyguard grabbed Pieter and with him ran across the garden and jumped in pond. He knew that pool is connected with house and it is going to be too dangerous to jump in it.
In the pond there were no many
posted by AvaMarch
Away, I ran. Not caring about how cold it was or how bad my chest ached. All I knew was to run. To run fast and long. To get as far away as possilbe. My face and arms were getting sliced with passing branches but I didn't care. My legs carrying me further into the dark forest. My mind tried to process what had just happened, but I was still in shock. Both of my parents had just been murdered. And my father's last words were "Run, Lester, run." As any child, (I hope) I obeyed my father's last wishes, I ran. I didn't know if the murderers were after me or not. It didn't matter.
It was the middle...
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posted by grissomsgirl
This isn't a timeline story Gilbert is three and this is my first try at fanfiction, so please be gentle!

All CSI characters owned by CBS except for Grissom Junior, he's mine, I hope!


Hello my name is Gilbert Arthur Grissom Junior and this is my story, I was born three years ago in San Francisco to my mother Sara who was all alone at the time of my arrival, as I grew up Mommy kept making references to my father whom she wanted to either strangle for the lack of help or kiss him senseless, neither of which I understand about as I'm only three. Anyway after turning three that August I started...
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posted by HarryPLover
I saw the look on his face. His immediate disbelief. (My immediate disbelief.) This could not be happening. I mean I didn't actually love him like that could I? I have known this dude since the 3rd grade, it would make sense but not for Matthew And I. We are always the exception to that whole best friends fall in love thing. I mean I love Matthew as a friend but not like that! I couldn't think straight. My head was spinning. And just when I thought it couldn't get any worse...,
"I love you too."
Crap! Are you serious? i'm already freaking out because I said it and now you say it! He doesn't...
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posted by HarryPLover
I can began to see the side view mirrors fog up as I sit alone the car. Matt was still in the front yard, pacing back and forth, and back and forth. A part of me just wanted him to get in the car already but the other part of me just wanted to stay alone. As I began to get lost in my thought I saw the car door open. Matt got in and didn’t bother to turn on the car. he didn’t look at me and I didn’t look at him. He finally turned on the car…slowly..but he turned it on. He sighed low enough for me not start the conversation. As he pulled out and started off on the road I just looked out...
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posted by HarryPLover
We pulled up to little Amber Scott’s house. A thousand words were going through my head as I saw her house. No parents. Beer. Football players. Matthew. This is not a good mix. I looked back at Matt who looked just as worried as i did.
“We stay or go? Your call Jaz.” I thought about this for a good long moment.
“We’ll stay but we just have to be careful. I don’t want a repeat of the last party we went to.” He nodded his head in agreement and made a u-turn to park. We got out of the car with some caution and then headed for the door. The tress were covered with toilet paper. Every...
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posted by HarryPLover
The roar of the cafeteria was getting out of hand. Some teens screaming in horror. Others encouraging the fight. Some just speechless. i tried my hardest to push through the crowd to see what was going on. I heard the chanting of kids saying “FightFight!” Along with my best friend’s name somewhere in there in that chant. Matthew never learned. Matthew is my best friend and he can never seem to stop and think before doing something. He speaks his mind too quickly and always thinks that people should either put up or shut up. I’m not surprised that he would think that, I mean boys will...
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posted by iluvPrinceMJ213
I broke up with Aiden and am now dating Connor. I walked to the gym door and pull it open and there Damon and Seriphina are kissing. I shut the door before they see me. I go to my Private Creative Writing classes where Mr. Klamer tells me that I am going to be successful and I should start sending off College Applications. I choose 5 Colleges Colorado University, Adams State College, Dathmonth, and Cornwall, Hawaii College. Damon chose Colleges in Colorado and Canada. Connor picked all the ones I did even though he’d rather not go to college I push him to do so. Pranet wants to go back to...
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posted by iluvPrinceMJ213
I look around the almost empty room that is only filled with my queen sized bed and desk with my laptop on it. I sit on the edge of my bed and swing my feet. I look down at the Converse’s on my feet. When I look up Gabriel’s standing in the door way. “Big house huh” he asks? “Yea.” “I figure well find a way to make it homey.” Gabriel and his optimisticness. He sits next to me on the edge of my bed and I lay my head on his shoulder and touch his flaxen blonde hair and rub his tan skin that matches my own. “Keaira it’s going to be ok mom at least talked Damon into coming with...
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posted by CullenProperty
Lola. I haven't said much about Lola. And now that she's gone, it's like . . . well, it's like I don't have to say anything about her. Like all the memories, great times, funny sayings that were made up along with her have now vanished. I didn't even go to her funeral. What kind of friend am I? How dissapointed her parents probably are of me. I don't know what I'm supposed to do, I'm too embarrassed to go over to their house and talk about their dead daughter. I don't know what I'd do if they came over here; What would I say? "I'm sorry about your daughter, my best friend. She was like a sister...
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posted by CullenProperty
Going to school the next day was like shoving needles up my toenails. Everybody, and I mean everybody, was asking me about Lola, not even a bit sympathetic or caring towards how I felt about my best friend. All I knew was that I was one hundred percent ready to punch somebody's throat out from under their chin. After about, oh, the twelfth person asking me, "I hear your best friend died," I was so about to take a spin in my parents SUV into the Boston Harbor. I stopped talking before first period began.
Lunch was even worse; I shoved myself into a corner in the library, not even bothering to...
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posted by CullenProperty
It's our week for spring break and I've thought about calling Nick, but every time I dial his number, that's all I do, I always hang up. Sometimes I just hold the phone in my hands and it never makes it to my ear.
But, one day my little Volkswagen breaks down and since dad doesn't know anything about automobiles, we have to take it Luy's Shop - the place Nick works.
I drive our old Chevy, towing my bug to Luy's with Dad and he unhitches it when we get there.
"Grace, I gotta get to work, maybe Nick can bring you home," dad says, looking tentifully at the garage part of the shop.
"But dad, what...
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posted by dancing_banana
Peter
    After that argument everything changes. She’s always in my mind, always. Maybe she really was right I mean what she said about things getting better makes sense even if it’s hard to. Life is hard, she was right. I mean Carl and Anne aren’t so bad. Having the other kids in the house isn’t that bad either. I just can’t get Kristen out of my head, she reached out to me and cared when no one else did, because of her I don’t feel like I’m losing it all the time. Every time I see her at school I hide behind the crowds, I’ll admit I’m ashamed of hiding...
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posted by Cries_Bloodlova
as i stand by the babbling brook i have 3 Roses in my hand. Red Black n White. i Start to think, Why would i need theese 3 things, i dont. Each Rose Stand 4 sumthing, i Throw The red rose first,its for my love.Then its the blk Rose, for my heart, last a White one,for my soul, none of these do i need. 4 i am dead useless apon This Earth These 3 Roses i No longer need. i watch as The Rose get torn up. my love Then my heart then my Soul. Dead but alive. Yrs Past n i am now 54. the Red rose Grows n n now placed in my living room. The blk rose grows n is now over my bed, the White one,O so rare...
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posted by Cutebutcrazy--
Ummmm. Sorry it's another vampire/ vampire hunter story. But its something ive been working on for like 3 years and i want to see what people think before sending it off to get published. So once again sorry and bare with me.



Dear Whoever.
1864. That’s when all of the problems started but of course I wasn’t born yet. So I can’t tell you what happened then. I can tell you that it still affects me today. That’s why I’m here. So I can tell you my part in this.
    I was born into a rich, and royal family daddy’s daddy hit it big in the oil field. At least that’s...
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January 16, 1815

Journal,
    We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits by Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to move tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a fire earlier, and let me tell you journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the fire ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
    Bye Journal,
        Nadia
posted by Charlieminster
“Uh, Monday mornings” Ellie groaned. She got out of bed slowly and looked at the clock, 10 o’clock, she had half an hour to get dressed and walk across campus to her first lecture of the day. Ellie put on her favorite pair of gray skinny jeans, a black t-shirt with I love reading gothic books written on it, a pair of red all star converse and a bag to match. When she walked pass the breakfast bar she picked up her English and History book and her pencil case and put them in to her bag with her purse and phone.
        The Ellie made her way across...
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posted by kitsine
The Pookie

The pookie fell from a tree
upon hitting the ground he farted
scared at his own flatulence he tried climbing up the tree. But for every branch he grabbed he tooted. and for every twig he broke, he farted.

farting all the way up, pookie climed that tree. He had to make it to the top you see, cause that where pookie's make pee. Relief was almost in reach for pookie. till a stiring occurred within.. a rumbling sensation, and pookie knew.. with a tear, that he couldn't hold it in.

Till this day those who were near said it sounded like a cow mooing. The momentum of his farts became like a rocket and shot pookie up and out that tree! Up in to the sky..till pookie could not be seen.

moral of story? dont eat beans. O_o

next chapter "The pookie Returns"
posted by cutiegirl01
I was sitting on the sand down by the beach listening to my cousin Lora babble on about why she had believed in something I can’t remember. I was just staring at the clouds that had rain coming out of it. I was watching how every time I looked at them they seemed to get darker each time.
    Then I felt someone push me onto my back and I heard Lora say, “You’re not listening to me.”
    “Of coarse I am Lora the last thing you said was that you think that they are horrible things that shouldn’t be alive.” I guessed “Lucky guess. Don’t look...
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posted by juicyjossy9
Think
See
Remember

If we compare the world with a village of 100 inhabitants, taking into account all components, the village would look like this:

♥ 57 Asians – 21 Europeans
♥ 14 Americans – 8 Africans
♥ 52 women – 48 men
♥ 70 coloured people – 30 white
♥ 70 non-Christians – 30 Christians
♥ 89 straights – 11 homosexuals
♥ 6 people would possess 59% of the total global wealth
♥ 6 people would have U.S. citizenship
♥ 80 would be homeless
♥ 70 would be illiterate
♥ 50 would be dependent on someone else
♥ 1 would be dying
♥ 2 would be born
♥ 1 would have a PC
♥ 1 would...
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posted by hannah_vampire
Thanks for the comments plz keep reading and commenting :)

Nothing more then a visual whisper, like a ghost, slipping past not to be seen.I stood still feet planted on the ground and hoping I would be as peacefully As I could and not be scared of what may lie ahead. I could see the fierce Fire dieing in peoples eyes and I was hoping that the fire would not fully die in mine.

I walked through the forest as I stopped to see the most beautiful animal before me A real wolf fully black with a white star shape on its right front paw and it was so Sleek and beautiful. I saw a girl running towards me...
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