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posted by iHelloUniverse
Everyone is staring at me, I know from as I look up from my worn-out black converse, hearing them whispering and laughing to their friends. I pull up my Black Veil Brides's bag further up my shoulder, fearing of what I will be reading on my locker this afternoon. In my tracks, I stop in the line of my locker, seeing insults that make me want to self-harm then and there.

Hang yourself
You're a fag
Overdose on pills
Worthless
Suicidal freak

My eyes locked on the notes. The words mocking me as they make me read them over and over until someone spoke, "Like our notes?" Laughter burst out as I turned around, seeing everyone pointing at me. Tears coming from their eyes since they're laughing so hard. Ally caught my eye. Just as she walked by with her friend Julie, I looked down, wanting to hide in a dark corner, away from everyone and everything. If only I could talk to Ally, nobody else would matter. Their insults and bullying, well, I wouldn't give a two cent care anymore. Gripping the notes, I ripped them down furiously, everyone laughing just as the bell rung. They will be late for class... but I'll be even more late. The teachers already hate me for my lateness, but it doesn't bother me in any way anymore. I already disappoint them by my F average grades. I grabbed my World History textbook and notebook, slammed my locker door shut, and made a fast pace off to my class.

Eyes I captured as I walked into World History like a lost puppy. I heard whispering as Mr. Kennedy shook his head in my direction as in utter disappointment. I strolled towards my seat in the back, hearing nothing but whispers and mumbles of "Emo", "Fag", and "I can't wait until he kills himself." I sat down, taking out my notebook which I do not write notes down in. I just doodle. It's not like Mr. Kennedy cares anyway. He's already given up on me. Flipping through it, I found my drawing of Ally that I haven't finished. I do quite well with art, but I'm not good enough to be what you call 'talented' in. I shade in the eyeliner she wears and the flawless part of her hair that she always keeps tucked behind her ear. I smile to myself as my pencil draws more pieces of her hair.


...The bell rings before I could finish my drawing.

"Oh, what do you have here?" Jack asked, snatching my notebook right out of my hands.

"Hey! Give it back," I say, but way too quiet.

"What did you say?" he asked, moving closer as in mocking me. I didn't say anything. "Thought so." He turned back to the page of my drawing of Ally. "Gross, this drawing SUCKS! It's of Ally?!" His laugh was a deafening shriek.

"Just give it back," I mumbled, trying to grab it, but Jack just pulled back.

"I've so gotta show this to Ally!"

"You can't do that!"

"Why can't I?"

"...Just... don't," I begged.

Jack departed from class. I hurried after him, but why am I? It's no use. He's way faster and knowing him, he's definitely going to reveal the drawing to Ally. And when she sees it... she's definitely going to be disgusted with me. Only if she'd realize who Jack's speaking of.

"That's him." Jack pointed straight at me as I made my way around the hallway corner.

Ally glanced up from my drawing. Her eyes wide of, what, embarrassment?

"Awh, little emo kid has a crush on Ally!" Mark teased, poking Ally against her arm. She looks as if she's gonna puke. I'm trying to stay strong to what she's going to say, but she didn't say a word. She escaped from everyone embarrassing her more.

"I see you have no chance!" Melanie howled in a laughter. Everyone joining in.

It's already bad enough having people bullying you. But having the girl you're desperately in love with running away when she first acknowledges that you have a crush on her...? Someone shoot me! Literally! I dashed to the boys' bathroom like lightning.

"I don't wanna be here!" I yelled into the stall's wall, punching it hard with my fists. Tears started to create its pattern in my eyes. Its pattern on its timing of pouring out. I want to die right now. I don't want to live any more---no one loves me! Not my mom, not my dad, not any of my family, no one at school. Absolutely no one at school. Hell, not even God loves me. Because if God loved me, he would have me killed by now. But has he? NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! The bell rung, which meant time for lunch. I'm not hungry. I'm never hungry. So I'm not showing up for lunch. I'll stay in this damn stall all day for all I care. I sat down on the cold bathroom floor. Seeing a broken piece of glass, I picked it up, pulling back my sleeve. As my eyes scanned over the cuts I've already made, I slit one cut over one of the spaces where I've not yet cut. That relieved a little bit of the pain, but not enough. I slit another. Then another. Then another. I started sobbing into my hands at the thoughts of everyone with their hatred of me when I've done nothing wrong. Well, the wrong thing is being born and not committing suicide yet. Why can't ONE person love me?! Just ONE? I take the broken piece of glass and hold it up to my neck.

This'll make everyone happy. The voice in my head said.

Just do it!

I hold it closer.

"I can't do it!" I throw it across the floor. "I still have my dream of Ally! I can't ruin it!" I whisper.

She'll never love you! You're worthless!

I sob even more.

The bell rings again. Which means for drama. The class I have with Ally. Reaching my locker, I see more notes spread on the front.

Commit Suicide
FAG
Short penis


Why doesn't the staff ever see this?

"Okay Class, we're going to do a play on Romeo & Juliet," Ms. Hanigan said. "Now we'll be going to the stage to do auditions. This will take through your next class, too."

"YAY!" Everyone yelled.

We all approached the stage.

"In this hat, I will choose who will audition first."
She drew a small piece of paper out of the hat, unfolded it and read,

"Max."
Everyone made disgusted noises.

"Let's see how good you do. Now everyone including you Max, do your best, PLEASE."
Ms. Hanigan handed me the script, pointing to what lines to say, then I walked up on the stage, nervous as hell.

I started on the lines, looking around first, then back at the script.

I started:

By a name
I know not how to tell thee who I am:
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
Because it is an enemy to thee;
Had I it written, I would tear the word.

Ms. Hanigan clapped like hell. "Amazing! Next for Romeo! Three more!"

Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.


With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls;
For stony limits cannot hold love out,
And what love can do that dares love attempt;
Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.


Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,
And I am proof against their enmity.

I look up at her. "ONE more!"

I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight;
And but thou love me, let them find me here:
My life were better ended by their hate.
Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.

"Now let's pick..." Ms. Hanigan went through the hat again.
"Jonah."
I handed him the script.
"If you get the part, the world's screwed," he said.


I sit in the middle of the room, watching as some others try for the parts.

"Ally!" Ms. Hanigan called out.

I sat up. I really want to hear Ally audition for the part of Juliet.

Ally stood up quick, taking the script from Lacie. Lacie looked absolutely disgusted. Ally reached the stage, and started on the script...

What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night
So stumblest on my counsel?

"Fantastic, but I'm gonna need to hear three more!"


How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
And the place death, considering who thou art,
If any of my kinsmen find thee here.


I started to fall in love with her even more...


If they do see thee, they will murder thee.


She's... perfect.


"AMAZING!"


She's my Juliet.


After everyone got their chance in audition, Ms. Hanigan told us to stay in our seats because she has already picked for Romeo & Juliet.

"The part for Romeo will be Max!"

My eyes grew wide. Everyone yelled "Gross!"

"Be mature!" Ms. Hanigan hollered, sighing after.

"And Juliet will be..."

"Please be Ally. Please be Ally." I whispered very softly, crossing my fingers.

"Ally!"

Everyone gasped. Ally stared over at me with the widest eyes. I threw my eye sight on my lap, becoming depressed because she hates her part, I know it.

"Okay, tomorrow y'all will be out of ALL your classes!"

"YAY!"

"Now you all get ready for the end of the day. I'll need to talk to Ally and Max real quick." Ms. Hanigan waved us over.

"I feel so sorry for you, Ally," I heard Julie say.

Ally just rolled her eyes. We both strolled over to see Ms. Hanigan.

"You know, you two would be a cute couple." She complimented.

My ears grew hot.

"Awhhh... Ally's blushing!"

In surprise, I looked over at her. And Ms. Hanigan is damn right, Ally is blushing.

"You like Max, don't you, Ally?"

Ally tried hiding her face.

"Come on, admit it, Ally! You like him."

Ally shook her head.

"Admit it!"

She shook her head again. I couldn't help but smile.

"Admit it---"

"Fine, I admit it! I like Max, okay?!" Then she ran off, leaving me with my jaw dropped.

"And you think girls don't like you." Ms. Hanigan chuckled.

I kept smiling to myself. Just as the bell rang, I walked out, seeing Ally at her locker. I stood there behind her and sighed, then walked to my locker. Seeing notes AGAIN. What is wrong with people?

Gay
Weirdo
Fags wear nail polish


"Oh my God." I turned around quickly, seeing Ally shaking her head. "When will this shit end?!" She tore the notes down from my locker. "You don't deserve this." Then she left for the buses.

I grabbed my stuff from my locker and walked on to the buses. I got on and sat down at my usual seat. Like always, everyone was talking as loud as bullhorns and chortling.

I ended up at home. My stomach growling, but I know I'm not eating tonight. I never eat at home. I go hungry every day.

"You hungry, Max?" My mom asked, coming in from the kitchen. I raised my eyebrow.

"Yeah..."

"Well, TOO BAD!" She laughed, coming at me with her belt.

I tried running away, but she kept whipping me so hard I kept falling down.

"You're worthless!"

"You will be alone for the rest of your life!"

"Bad excuse for a f***in' son!"

I kept whimpering as she whipped me each time. This went on for thirty minutes. The after pain was so unbearable, that I just decided to go to my room and fall asleep.

Man, I hate my life...
posted by T-lover
what I'm writing isn't exactly an article , but I hope you will enjoy it ^_^ ..

Girl; Do I ever cross you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do you like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do you want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would you cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would you live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would you do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me or you'r life ?
Boy; My life .

The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....

*The reason you never cross my mind is because you are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like you is because I love you .
*The reason I don't want you is because I need you .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if you left is because I would die if you left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for you is because I would die for you .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do you anything for you is because I would do everything for you .
*The reason I chose my life is because you are my life .
posted by Bella_Swan3
Taylor had never shadow-walked with no destination in mind. Shadow walking was something she was slightly afraid to do. It made her feel unbalanced, as if she had been given too much control. Like standing on the edge of a cliff, the wind pushing you to jump, and some part of you secretly wanting to succumb to it's persuasive power.

She opened her eyes to the flat, glassy expanse of water in front of her. The tiny sliver of the moon was distorted by the waves.

Granted, shadow walking allowed her to appear wherever she wanted, but to her, it also served as a constant reminder that she was not...
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slowly climbing

inch by inch

bringing me closer

to my doom

butterflies of

anticipation

flutter nervously

in my stomach

knuckles whiten

jaws clench

what have I

gotten myself into

the suspense

is killing me

I'm going to hate it

I'm going to love it

I might lose my lunch

but I don't care

heaven help me

here it comes...

...

I hold my breath...

...

and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!
posted by gossipgirlxoxo
I walked in and saw Dawn and Thor. I walked over and gave them both a look. “Where are mom and dad” I asked looking around the house. Dawn smile. “Still in Australia” I looked at Dawn with a confused smile. “Well then what’s going on” I asked. I was angry at Thor and Dawn and not because of Liz or that mom and dad were still in Australia, but because they weren’t telling me anything. “Well?” I asked. Thor looked at me but he didn’t smile he just stared at me. “We were told to go home, we don’t know anything” he said in a clam voice. I heard a bang, I turned and saw...
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posted by CheeryDavis
Hi, so this is my first story put on here! It's in poem style so i thought what the hay i'll post it! so here it is:

the sky turns black and gray
all the color withers away
but in your arms i will stay
come what may

the lights could dim
the sky could fall
the world could stand still
but your arms are all i can feel
and in them i will stay
come what may

the waves come crashing
pulling me into the deep
but your arms are all i can feel washing over me
and as you pull me up and hold me close
i know that you will never let go
in your arms i will stay come what may

the sky shines bright for the first time is...
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posted by iluvtheshow
I remember the day I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for you love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place you could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with more fire then you could ever imagine.
More passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the day I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.

--------------------------------
This is dedicated to my first real basketball coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
posted by CullensFinest13
You hurt me I hope you die I cant belive I trusted you I cant belive I loved you I cant belive I stayed up and worried that you wouldnt call. I cant belive that i loved you i trusted you and cared for you. im tired of you its time i let you go but your always there you wont leave me alone...its time for you to leave so never come back walk out of my life i am going to lock my door and never let you back in stay out so i can be happy you need you need to die let me live my own life you shouldnt be controlling me anymore im not property im a human and i dont belong to the likes of you, you were...
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posted by vampiress015
I presuming we all joined this spot 'cos we love to write, right? If so then you all know what I'm talking about when I say that we all love our main characters and sometimes want to make them the best people in the world.

B-O-R-I-N-G

Yes, we want to make our main character gets the best out of the story, since it's their story. But if they're the best people in the world it doesn't really make them believable and then the reader just doesn't care about them (which is hard to understand cos we as the writer love em, but unfortunantley it's true)

So here is my step-by-step guide to make sure that...
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posted by Sweet_Pants
Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.

I dream of all things

Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts

Within these thoughts as dark as sea

When once those wings of black

Hung over all

Shadowing but of the wretched white

That blinds me of all beauty.

I dream of all things

From happiness to highs

Let down these pills

Or I’m gone, retreat inside my mind

Where none but the darkest thoughts

Swallowing twilight

I dream of all things

From the stories told by hidden scars

Unable to show themselves

Under this intense scrutiny

That makes up this world’s attire

To the times that I could be happy

Without a drug to create

The much-needed illusion...


I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
posted by mrs-mindfreak
I decided to do a story where I put my iPod on shuffle and start writing. Lucky for me, all the songs were basically sad or angry music. So this is what I came up with :)

The rain pattered on the windows drowsily, drowning out Alana’s choking sobs. She sat in her favorite wooden rocker, and buried her face in her hands miserably. Her black hair clung to her sweaty face. Her clammy palms were wet from tears. She never wanted to move from that spot again. Although she was filled with irrevocable remorse, she felt comfortable there. No one in the house, rain falling softly outside, and just...
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‘You shouldn't have shot the dog.’ That single thought reverberated inside my head, knocking from side to side, smashing at the sides of my skull until I had to put my hands to my temples in a futile attempt to stop the pain. The man sitting next to me took a swig of his whiskey, the glass bottle knocking against his yellowed and rotten teeth. His other hand held onto the steering wheel, maneuvering the car down the winding and deserted stretch of highway. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the passenger side window, willing my head to stop pounding. From the radio, the soft strains...
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The Writer Behind the Words
The Writer Behind the Words
Luck has little to do with link. A long lasting writing career doesn’t just happen. A writer can burst onto the scene and quickly disappear. Another can have a series of hits then write a bunch of flops and never be heard from again. The difference between a long lasting career and one that burns out is strategy. Here are seven rules to help you find the right strategy for you and get you started on your journey to long lasting success.

Learn the power of focus. For most of us, we have more than enough to do on a daily basis. And when it comes to any writing project the list can grow exponentially-...
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The fragrance of scotch pine and blue spruce is pungent in the air, amplified by the heat of late June. Or so you think it is June. This place feels oddly void of time. You open your eyes to see a sun hazed over by stratus clouds. From all angles you spy familiar wooden structures.
You are back.

You sit up with your legs tucked under your bottom and bask in the estival air and all of the scents that waft within it. You furrow your brows, thinking that it is not as clean as before. Even so, the place hums with earthy energy. A stronger gust of wind picks up the hem of your shirt and flutters...
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posted by Epismatic
The Man With No Eyes Collection (3): Mask




When the curtain rises, all is forgiven.

I’ll brush it all off with a movie-star smile,

A genuine laugh, but my eyes must be hidden,

The truth they contain is considered too vile.

My voice is a song that will play through your ears,

And invite you to dance to the sound of my tune,

I take a bow, deeply, and drink in your cheers,

I’ll always remain here,

You’ll come see me soon.

A new day is dawning,

“Quick, put on your mask!”

And hurry outside, meet the crowd.

“Where’ve you been?”

With fanciful answers to all that you ask,

I’ll always wait here for...
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posted by WritingBookWorm
So, one of my New’s Years Resolutions this year it to write more. So, I decided to make this:

The goal is to write something every day.

Starting on the 31st of January, every day there is a vague word, idea, object, question, statement or anything. You can take it anyway you want.

Then each day you should write what it tells you too or something inspired by it. Whether it be a poem, a small scene, a character description, journal entry, short story or even just one really well crafted sentence.

Even if the prompt confuses you, or you have no ideas just write something! It’s a great exercise...
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This guide was inspired by a question recently posted by link on this spot. The user was looking for ways to put a twist on fairytales. I began to write an answer, but my answer soon developed into an article. So here it is.

Note that these aren't specifically for fairytales; they can be used on any old, well-known stories. After listing some ideas on how you can put a twist on such stories, I'll give a few examples of movies that have done used one or more of these ideas.

1. Swap the genders of the traditional characters.
Do any of the characters behave especially "typical" for their gender?...
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posted by floraisbest1
Ms. Farogonda asked for the winx to come down to her office. when the winx reached ms. farogonda's office she told them that diana wants to speak wth one of you. she didnt tell me who but she told me to pick two extras. ms. farogonda can i go, bloom asked her. flora will be going along with musa and aisha ms farogonda told them. hmph bloom pouted, can we at least go with them bloom said quikly. fine all of you girls can go and im bringing the specialist. ok stella said in a sing song voice. lets go said the winx. they met the RF boys outside and went in the owl. winx: WINX BELIEVIX
AT THE AMAZON
flora: let's get going
aisha: see ya winx
bloom: meet back here in an hour k
ok bloom musa said
( diana appears in front of them)
GUARDS take them away
what??!
(to be continued)
posted by LunaNotLoony
Anna flicked the T.V from channel to channel, bored: there was nothing worth watching. Sighing, she left the news on and flopped back on the sofa, not really intending to listen.
'The war in Iraq-.'
'Oh no, you don't,' Anna muttered, grabbing the remote. Her Dad had joined the army after her Mum had died of an overdose. Anna didn't really blame him, she'd have got out of the house as fast as possible too if she was an adult. The whole house was contaminated with the memories of Mum, of her laugh, of her accident... suicide... whatever it was. Even so, Anna missed Dad like it was painful. She'd...
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posted by Ichigo127
An Amuto one-shot
hope you enjoy!

‘You know, Amu…,’ he was sitting there again, on the ledge of the window, staring wistfully outside. ‘All of them think you’re gone. But I know better. You are alive, I know it. Somewhere out there, you’re thinking about me too, aren’t you?’
He was talking again, talking to the moon. ‘You’ll never admit it but you have already fallen for me,’ he smirked at the moon. No, not the moon. It was Amu’s blushing face that he saw and it was her voice that he heard, ‘Shut up!’ he didn’t know it was the echo of his memories because he thought...
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A shadowy figure silently brushed the silken curtains aside as she slipped through the open window and stepped into the dark chamber. Passing a small table and a bed, the fox quickly headed towards a cabinet that stood against the far wall.
Beaded necklaces hung above a oval mirror that was set in the center. Her eyes rested on a miniature strongbox half hidden behind the mirror.
Paying no heed to the deafening clatter coming from the oblivious guest downstairs, she skillfully picked the tiny lock and raised the lid. It was hard to tell what was what in the darkness, so she emptied it into...
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