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posted by alicia386
Chapter Two

Olivia Meyers hopped in her used brown truck. Today was the day she was going to prove everyone wrong. She wore her purple halter dress with a thick, black belt around her waist. She also had some fishnet stockings and black boots that almost reached to her ankles. Her mom had left this outfit out on her bed this morning. Olivia felt wrong for not wearing it but it made her feel too exposed so she wore a gray jacket also. Her strawberry-blonde hair was extra curly today then usual. It was also extra thick.

She cranked the car four time for it to finally start running. It was her dad's brother's old car. Dad's brother, Michael, wasn't the type to keep anything he touched in perfect condition. She was ecstatic when he gave her the truck for free. She wished that she could buy a better car and not have to always get hand-me downs from relatives.

Montgomery Studios was all the way across town but if she crossed her fingers then maybe she could get there in just enough town but everything must go smoothly. Her life was depending on this one job. This could make or break her dreams. She had heard rumors, vicious ones, about how Mason was nothing more the a dream-ruiner. He had destroyed this one girl so bad that she actually had to due her hair, change names, and move away so no one could say it was her. Those are just rumors. They could be false and Olivia wanted nothing more then for them to be lies.

Mason almost looked cute. He had tan skin and jet black hair which was flipped. Then his really cute sapphire blue eyes melted her soul. It was obvious he worked out. His arms were bulging boulders but not too big or he would have seemed like a heavy weight wrestler. She tried her best not to pass out. She was practically hugging him when he was choking. Thank god for CPR! Mason seemed almost intrigued by her but she quickly passed it off as a trick of the light. Why would a millionaire be intrigued by her? Impossible.

His friend Billy was as handsome as Mason but Billy had this whole other kind of handsome going for him. May dress like he is in the 80's but he had that hot tween vampire features. First off he was really pale. He could be albino but the eyes said no. He had regular grey eyes. His wavy dirty blonde hair was everywhere. Yet that wasn't what made him so handsome. It was his boyish smile that made any woman fall hard for him. Olivia wasn't just any woman. She had fallen hard for his friend not Billy. He was okay but he just seemed too rapped up in himself. Look at her, she only met the man once and she was already judging him.

Olivia was too nervous to see her true feelings for Mason. She didn't want to start something and then have her heart broken in the end. For now, she would just play this whole thing out. Who knows, maybe Mason would like her.

Her truck came to a halt in the middle of the road. She tried cranking it but that failed. She stepped out the car and lifted the hood. A fog of smoke emerged. "Great," she muttered. She pulled her cell from her bag. "Great, it's dead." If she wanted to make it to this audition, she will have to take the dreaded bus. The nearest bus stop was about 5 blocks away. The worst part was walking in her boots. Her feet already ached.

Arriving at the bust stop was like winning the lottery. She had came just in time. The bust stopped and she climbed abroad while laying the bus driver the fee. She went to back and had to endure whistler from guys in the front. Men! One man tried missing her but she kneed him in the stomach. After that, no one bothered her. Olivia took the back seat. She as tired and had decided to rest by lying down.

She must have dozed off because when she awoke everyone was gone except for a child and his mother. Olivia had missed her stop! She was about miles away from where she was suppose to be and she was already four hours late. "Damn it!" She screeched to the heavens. She was late and definitely not getting that acting job and plus she had a long way home.

"Miss may I offer you a ride home, free of charge," the buss driver offered. Olivia simply nodded. She was going to have to deal with her dad's taunts for the rest of the night.

Mason had waited for Olivia to show for two hours. He was a fool to believe that Olivia Meyers would actually show up. He had trusted her and she had let him down. Luckily for Mason he had planned for some other actress to audition. Her name was Cassidy Golden the famous actress from the Giant Man movie. She has skills. "Cassidy you can audition now," he announced. Cassidy got up and sashayed up the stage. Her black hair swaying as she moved.

"Okay I'll read from Adam's part on page 8," said Mason. "Charlotte, I love you and there is nothing you can do about it."

"You may love me but who says I love you." The ferocity in her eyes told Mason she meant it. Almost believable. 

"Do you love me?" Mason asked. He felt compelled to walk up on stage right next to Cassidy and he did.

"I don't know," she answered. He was now eye to eye with her. The feeling in the room had him hooked. He wasn't just playing a character he was the character. She was feeling the same way.

"What do you mean you don't know?" He asked outraged now. "We've been together for 3 months now. You must know something."

"Don't tell me how to feel. I'm just not sure." She said.

Without warning, Mason kissed her. He didn't mean it. It was just the power of the script and her acting. Or maybe he had to let something out his system. He didn't know whether it was from Cassidy or whether Olivia had him feeling this way. Then it happened. Cassidy kissed him back. They stayed like that for what seemed like forever but was only a few seconds.

That night Mason went home. He had a mixture of confusion and newfound love. It wasn't like him and Olivia were serious. They only met once just like with him and Cassidy. It was hard to choose. Cassidy was wild and adventurous. He learned that by having a conversation with Cassidy shortly after the kiss. The best way to determine his feelings is to not think about. That is exactly what he did.
posted by problematic124
Prolouge
1982
The rain had stopped hours ago,but the man didn't notice. He was lost in his own thoughts. He felt abandoned and unlove,probably because he was. A twenty year old man living in his car all alone,just because of his stupid mistakes.
When the man was younger he was kicked out of school because he sent the science lab on fire, he was only fifteen.
Then his parents kicked him out because he threatened them with his shotgun,he was seventeen at the time.
All though his parents were good to him he hated them.
They tried to help him find a home but the man wanted nothing to do with them....
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posted by Ragefulchimp
Shaped roughly from the rain.
Jagged crevices cut crudely
Not enough patience.
They rudely act out of duty.
Except for the movement that exists here
While the Spheres wait patiently for years

To be tormented from the cemented clouds
However their ever so patient, ever so patient.
Waiting for an ending of the intelligent, ignorant, belligerent.

The battle scarred unknowns secretly wait alone.
For the intricate impatients to lay ruined in lacerations.
Petty conflicts of constant greed, destroying all nations.
So the weather hardened unknowns, wait to be alone.
Howl found a huge tree for the both of us. My heart started racing from fear. Howl could tell I was scared, so he hugged me and said,"It's okay. Don't be scared. Don't be scared. I'm here." I smiled at him and felt less nervous, but Howl looked like he was zoning out.

He remembered those words as if it happened just last night. A young child, almost at the age of two, in his mother's arms. She held onto him, whispering,"It's okay. Don't be scared. Don't be scared." From what the mother didn't know is that as soon as her baby was dreaming in his sleep, her and her husband wouldn't be in the morning...
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posted by para-scence
"Put your hands up!" the cop shouted. My breaths came out short and quick. Trembling, I put my hands up. "The neighbors reported a break in. Do you live here?"

"No," I breathed, unthinkingly. Why didn't I just say yes? Dammit! I at least have the right to remain silent! My heart was thudding in my ears; I couldn't think straight.

"Stand up," the cop said, still holding the gun in one hand. He walked over to me, and pulled me up. He patted me down, pulling out the money. It was a fairly large amount, so it was obvious I'd stolen it. "Put your hands behind your back," he ordered. I heard the click...
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posted by Emmett4eva
Rapunzel

She lived in a rickety old house on the top of a hill just outside town. Who is she you ask? She is someone you don’t want to meet; she is a wicked old witch... no one knows her name. She lived alone with her orphan servant, Rapunzel. The witch was old and horrible she had two hideous warts, one above her lip and on the left side of her chin. Rapunzel was a gorgeous girl in her early twenty’s. She had long silky, honey blond hair, green eyes and porcelain skin. She was by far the most beautiful young lady I have ever met.
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I had just...
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posted by para-scence
First came the intense sadness, then came the anger. I wanted to scream at my parents, and my siblings. How hard is it to understand I just want to be myself? Is that so much to ask? I curled up in a ball on my bed, and cried. I covered my eyes with my fists, and screamed through my clenched teeth. That old saying "sticks and stones may break my bones, but words'll never hurt me," ran through my head. What a stupid saying. I'd gladly take being impaled with sticks and stones, than have heard what my parents just said to me.

I cried myself to sleep, and slept the rest of the day. I was woken...
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posted by para-scence
After living with the Stuek's for a couple weeks, they decided it was time for me to go to school. This gave me a whole new level of anxiety. From what I heard from the older kids at the orphanage, school is bad enough. But going to a new school, as a freshman would be hell.

"You'll have so much fun! You can meet new people, and if you want, you can have your new friends over..." Mrs. Stueck said cheerfully. She'd just gotten home from the store. She'd gotten me a bunch of new "school clothes." Thankfully, she refrained from buying anything pink.

"Thanks," I whispered. She stopped and gaped at...
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posted by para-scence
They said I was just an unfortunate child, born to the wrong people. I'd never seen light until I was eight years old. My parents were criminals (I hadn't known this before of course). They'd hurt a lot of people. They were captured eventually, but then they had managed to escape the prison they were in. Then I was born. My parents were afraid they were caught, so they stayed in an apartment for eight years. No light, and almost no human contact. My dad was the only one that ever left the apartment, to get necessary things like food, clothes, and what not.

I never went to school. Mom taught...
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posted by lauren777222
"Crap,this is Crap!"I knew this voice from anywhere.I spun around quicky on my heels.The face was one of my three best friends,Benjamin.As I saw his face,it colided with memorey of the past.His mid-height,muscular body,pale shoulder-length brown hair,light-hearted vibe,and celestial sky grey eyes.I knew this was a dream.Mostly because he was here and I was talking to him.Mostly because he was sent to jail a year ago.He was there because he was accussed of being a sexual predator.My other two best friends,Marîe and Chase,didn't think Ben would do that.I too,thought this.Marîe and Ben had a...
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Title inspiration: Bang Bang by Nancy Sinatra


This fanfiction is a crossover between the Joker from the Dark Knight and Sweeney Todd. It has its own strand, and it is possible that there appear some new characters, or not.
Batman is not supposed to, but maybe I will change my mind about that later.

The setting is England, London, in the 19th century - the Victorian Era.


But the most important part: this text is originally in german. I translated some of it into English, but most of it I didn't, so I fear you have to use Google for this.
If you request my translation, though, I might do it.

Sidenote:...
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posted by para-scence
I folded my arms, trying not to look at him. Blake was one of the biggest jerks I've ever seen. He's broken so many girls' hearts; he had no regard for their feelings or anything. Now he was dating Heidi, a girl I also didn't care for. He looked at me with an expression of... fear? Or was it hate? Who knows.

"Uh.." he said stupidly. "What's your name?"

"Irina," I mumbled.

"I'm Blake," he said. I nodded, not really giving a fuck. "...Do you want to get to work?" I shrugged.

"What're we doing?" I asked quietly. He explained that we were to interview each other; find out about each other's lives,...
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posted by para-scence
"Murder?! What the --- Why did--- Who'd he...?" I stuttered. Carmine and Nikolai waited patiently for me to somewhat calm down.

"Dalton's dead," Carmine said grimly. Oh no. Dalton. He had a bunch of people that stand behind him no matter what. This was going to bring hell down on us. How could Reed be so stupid?!

"What the fuck was he thinking?!" I shouted. Neither of them said anything. "Andrew and his friends are going to kill us! I'm not going to be able to leave the house without getting jumped!"

"Harley, would you stop thinking about yourself for once?!" Nikolai shouted at me. clamped my...
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posted by para-scence
"It won't be so bad," Micah said. He held my hand in both of his, as we sat on the porch swing.

"I know..." I said sadly. But it will be. The foster family that was taking me in lived a half hour away from here. I'd be going to a new school, have a new house, need to make new friends, and even live with new people. There's something not everyone gets to say. And I wouldn't be able to visit Micah.

"Alessandra!" called Mrs. Peters, my new foster-Mom, called. Her and her husband had finished putting my bags in the car, something they insisted on doing themselves so I could say goodbye to Micah....
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posted by sawfan13
I woke up alone and cold on a meadow. It was completely dark and silent. My heart was racing with fear, cold sweat going down my face, tears rolling down my face, my breathing getting heavier and heavier. My voice felt dry and swelled with fear and sadness so when I screamed,"Karrie!" the cold night air replaced my cry for help. I lifted my shaking body from the ground, as I had to force my feet to walk. I felt even more frightened when I stood. The cold calm wind, the awkwardness and loneliness, the fearfulness of nothing. I slowly walked in the dark cold meadow, hoping to find some signs...
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Chapter 9

Patrick
Jason walked into the room that he heard the sound from. There, was a human boy wearing glasses, and cupped to the wall. He looked slightly older than Jason.

“Who are you?” asked Jason.

“I’m Patrick,” the boy said, straining his throat.


“How did you get here?” Asked Jason.

Still struggling, Patrick said,” I was in a play, in my school, Santa Clara High, and I had a flame on my two legs, cause that was part of my character. Then I walked to the school across the street to pick up my younger brother. Before I could get my brother, I randomly walked into this room with...
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posted by para-scence
A few weeks passed. Shiloh generously got me an apartment, despite my protests. It was a cozy place, much better than any motel could compare to. Shiloh insisted on paying for it; he got a summer job as a carpenter for the summer. Even though it was probably impossible, I still wanted to pay for the apartment, but how could I get a job when I had Chance to look after? Sicily could only babysit so much.

One day, I thought of something that probably had to get done sooner or later. I asked Sicily to watch Chance. She agreed; she loves being with him. I got in my car (which Shiloh had driven home...
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When they got there, the house still looked old, but not a Fall of the House of Usher Gothic, Amytiville Horror old. It looked like it was from the 20's but it looked restored. Lilian looked at Mimi and said,"Yeah, I paid some people last month if they could restore the house. I showed them a picture of what the house looked like in color and they fixed it up good as new." Mimi looked at in amazement and said,"It looks untouched and new, yet it still has that old timey atmosphere to it." Lilian smiled and said,"Yeah. Very pretty. But it does however have cable and electricity. I thought since...
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posted by para-scence
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...
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posted by para-scence
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...
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posted by Insight357
    I stepped outside the asylum doors onto the sidewalk. A blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman stood looking at me. She stood about 5’7”, and was my age. She walked over to me, and took my hands.
    “I’ve already talked to Dr. Laveney. Your next appointment has been set-up, and you have three refills on your meds,” Grey said. She had always been on top of things, literally. “Come on,” she pulled on my hand, toward the lot.
    I’d gotten used to her yanking me, and jerking me in every direction. Now, I let her, there was...
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