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It was just a regular day, as normal as any day had been that year. I was in the library with my friends, Lisa, Diwata, Valeen, and Jeanna. I had just found out that I was nominated for valedictorian when we made our way to the library to work on homework before lunch. I remember I couldn’t wait to get home to tell my mom. She was my volleyball coach, but school always came first, and I was so glad all my hard work over my high school career had paid off. I would have graduated in a few weeks….until two of my classmates decided to do something that would change my life,and the lives of 12 other people forever.   I can remember that day as ...

Langsam öffnete er die Augen. Die grelle Sonne brannte ihm in den Augen und sandte einen stechenden Schmerz durch seinen Kopf. Desorientiert und erschöpft lag er da. Er lauschte auf die Geräusche um ihn herum. Das Rauschen des Meeres, welches seien Beine umspülte und seine Hose durchnässte, Schritte, die sich durch den Sand eilig entfernten und das beruhigende Trällern und Zwitschern der Vögel und Möwen, die er durch seine halbgeöffneten Augen am blauen Himmel sah. Sein Kopf wurde langsam klarer, wenn auch  der Schmerz nicht ganz verschwand. Vorsichtig versuchte er, sich zu bewegen. Erst die Fingerspitzen, dann die Hände, schließlich die A...

She persuades him to lie down and be still for her Naked in body only, her eyes peer past the whole to the pieces.She squeezes his breasts Sweet, ripe little things How they ache for her.Curious hands become gentle fingers Sliding up his throat knuckles rasping against stubble Skating across his forehead smoothing furrows. Press gently on the delicate skin at the edges of his eyes Follow down between the eyebrows The straight line of his nose Stroking soft lips that part in hungry expectancy.She stretches his arms above his head, palms up. Traces with spider legs down his shivering skin Tickles the hair of his armpits Nuzzling her nose int...

Yesterday I accidently broke my neighbor's car window.My neighbor is huge and strong, I had to do something.So I tried to tell him that I was sorry, but he did not listen.I am so worried of what he is going to do.  Is he going to call the police, my parents, or even the school?  Or will he just go after me directly?Maybe I should just tell my parents what happened and then they can take care of it.No, they could not help me, they would hand me right to him.I have to look over my shoulder to make sure he is not following, but somehow I know he is, waiting for the opportunity to make me pay.He would try and catch me, maybe I should run.My pa...

im moving to chemicaldispute since this dA is full of shit from middle school

I always want to save my friends. five he is the one I know I should steer clear from; he has done too many things in ignorance but my tongue keeps forming words too soft to do anything but excuse him. all I can think is he holds himself far too stiff to be natural.I wonder if he has ever been held [up] by anyone other than himself.- four she tells us in the morning, just before assembly, that some days she dreams of burning the school. but then she says, “don’t worry. I’ll tell you the date when I get it settled so you can be far away when it happens.”I don’t know if we’re supposed to feel comforted by that, but I know that it is slightly...

I woke up and looked out my window, and there she was, my beautiful black mare, Whisper. Beside her though was a new face. It was her six-month-old colt, Joker. We considered him a miracle to us. Just a last month we had lost my mom’s 21 year old horse, and he was born just before it happened. When Joker was about to be born, we had to separate our mare, Stormy, and Whisper. We had an old pasture in the back so we fixed it up and then put her back there.     About two weeks after joker was born, we let Stormy meet Joker. We brought her into the barn and put Joker out with whisper. While I held Stormy, my mom led Whisper and Joker down to t...

Dead or AliveCultured"How can I help you?""What.""Sir?"Rain came down in heavy solid sheets of steel. Nothing was warm. Fremont's eyes followed the edge of his vision. Up a wall, across the ramshackle ceiling and down the opposite wall. All three scans were interrupted by sagging shelves leaking miscellaneous crap. The only illumination was a green tiffany lamp that illuminated the only clean thing in the store: the counter."Sir? Are you going to buy something."Fremont looked down. In his hands was a square poece of paper. He unfolded it into a larger piece of paper. On it said "The Gun.""I'd like to buy the gun.""Anyone you want in partic...

A shoebox and a throttled scream. There is no good grief. Not for me.Red grey leaves can't bring me joy They fall on my lap - my boy, Girl, be still, didn't mean to, Did not stop - knew what she'd do. A shoebox and a throttled scream. There is no good grief. Not for me.

I am said to have been as frivolous as a rose,A rare, precious flower,Petals puffed and fluffed with a pride that towered,Knowing to have shared smiles and lovesLike the Achilles heel of emotion,Pleasing to eye and nose, but,I am crutched behind my veil of naivety,To the point I topple with false prideWith the silent fury of an elephant’s stampede,With my petals revealingly peeled and rumpled,With body drooped and thorns clean shaven,With a realization of being commonplace,With selfishness a value in me,That serves no value to me, beingA double edged sword, lathered in degradation’s poison;But veiled behind a small measure of elation,For b...

I pushed you away because I expected more. I shut myself up in that corner of space inside my mind with fear inside to accompany me - wrong or right - none the matter. There is no end. There is no season. There is only your cemented stillness which I cannot control. Your silence that I am unable to remedy.

Are there ashes Mourning masses Candlelit coming together Paradigm shifts Healing of rifts Cultured coalescence An end to obsolescence One unified incandescent FrontDo we want Less and offer more Is it crashing or gently scored To split, to groove Watch how shadows move Chasing copies Like Silents before Talkies We've all got these ShadesAmbivalent restless retrograde Formless facile overplayed Catnap, ratrap racing in flames Subordinating shame Blast radius armchair blame Tepid terror totaled, tame Dice like defeated dreams fall Well off enough building walls SafeGrace made fake Mistakes and tickertape Witnesses solemnly state Our objecti...

NighTale Written on Sunday, January 4th 2015As Night lovingly embraced Sky, her lover And brought him down to her bosoms Man sheltered themselves and fell still; Not even their breathing was heardWhile Stars danced above, lustful Seducing before the lone, aroused Moon Without Sun acknowledging their betrayal Without Horizon witnessing their caressesThen what story did mankind hold? Too afraid to step into Darkness' domain Too frail to bear the cold Frostbite; Just hiding under the shade of blankets, shiveringThat no soul under the Heaven said a word That no tavern sang songs of the old For there be only Silence, her and only existing Insid...

The Weed Written 22/8/10, 3:00 AM Time:30 or so minutes ----------- The Shell split. A tendril pokes tentatively forth. It feels the wet Earth, absorbing nutrients from the loam. The newborn shivers at the new sensations, as it writhes through the dirt. The pale skinned tentacle bores on, growing stronger as it moves, when suddenly, bright, radiant light! The creature is bathed in rays of warmth, awash in the glory of the natural light. The first leg of the journey complete, the newborn calls back to its brothers, and as it begins to darken in the sun, new shoots spring forth from their old home, following the path of the first to the prom...

The Forest of EvenmoreOther names: A'enore, Land of Eternal TwilightCapital: Iltahamara, The Halls of DuskPopulance: Dark Elven with a mix of Sylvans from Thahelenora.Flora: The majority of the forest of Evenmore is made up of Purple beeches, which gives the forest it's name. The tin grey bark is used to make lightweight and supple armor, beloved of the swift and nibble elves, Dark alfar and Sylvan alike. Fauna: Huge grey wolves stalk the shady paths and glens and many owls roost among the branches. Both are sometimes taken as beloved companions to the elves.The Elves who call the forest of Evenmore their home found it after their exile...

You woke up to the sun's rays shining in your face, you yawned and stretched.once you opened your eyes again in your face was a teen with dusty blond hair, eating a cheese burger in your room getting pickle, ketchup, and cheese everywhere."Alfred, what the fudge are you doing in my bedroom." you said calmly Al twisted his head in confusion, you sat there and facepalmed at his slowness until it past about 3 minutes you grabbed his face in both hands and turned his face to a fishy one "Al, Al, look at me" he turned his head to you more" thiiiiiiiiiinkkk, come on i dont got all day....ok now think your embarrassing yourself." you let go of hi...

              ¿Quién le enseña a la gente que no sabe querer, a querer? No sé si es que el ser humano trae consigo al nacer esta extraordinaria virtud –la de querer-, y los que no sabemos, y nunca aprendemos, somos la mancha que eclipsa el normal funcionamiento de la sociedad; o si es una habilidad aprendida que simplemente no hemos logrado dominar con el paso del tiempo como el resto de nosotros. En verdad no sé, pero tampoco me interesa mucho que se me sea confirmado que estoy en lo correcto; es suficiente desasosiego con la suposición de ser un error, no creo poder con la certeza de ser uno. Pues sí, hay mucha gente que, como yo, no sab...

I won't come for you all at once. No, I'll consume your soul nice and slow, taking you over piece by piece and bit by bit. In the beginning, you'll still have control. I won't be noticeable; I'll be as silent as a shadow, making little changes here or there. You'll start to look at yourself more closely in the mirror, poking and prodding at the areas you want to change. Soon you will start to eliminate certain habits; anything with fat content will disappear from your diet. I'll congratulate you then, and you will seek comfort in my approval. You will try to please me, and the growling of your stomach will be sweet music to my ears. I will...

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Jealousy Is what i feel when i see all the rich pepole walk in the street, looking so happy, While im poor and sadJealousy is what i feel when i see others popularity while im being rejectedJealousy is what i feel when I see that the best i can do is crushed by others worstJealousy is what i feel when I see pepole who is loved, while im only being rejectedJealousy is what I feel when I see pepole who is free from their emotions while I aintJealousy is what i feel when I see pepole who will be always remembered, While I'll only be thrown away in the trashJealousy is what I feel when I see how bad looking and ugly I am, while others are beau...

Tired and cold, my stomach convulsing, I hang on the side of the boat in an attempt to stand upright, peering out through half-closed eyes over the dark, moving ocean that blends into black clouds where the horizon should be. The tall wooden sailing vessel jerks violently beneath my feet, the sea throwing one hundred and thirty-four feet of wood and sail and bodies up into the air and down again as our bow hits the waves with a splash, washing salt water over the deck, hitting my numb body in a spray, my thin coat already soaked through. I check my watch, blindly hitting the button to light up the time. 01:13 AM. The minutes are trudging, ...

Alone , yet still breathing With you , I hear your heart beating Without you , I crave some reasurrence , some quiet escape You , are my hero just without the cape You , have saved my life with your passionate words , and simple smile, your loving heart. Go on , i simply cant Now all i can do is hope , that your safe and having fun but this feeling leaves me so very numb. I love you , I need you My hero , I miss you.

Despierta, Mantic. Wake up. La salsa de mamá casi está lista. Despierta. Despierta. Despierta. Exclamaba Edda durante el tercer alineamiento astral que se propiciaba en nuestra contaminada galaxia. Han pasado ya 66 días, desde que aquella irresoluta muchacha de los labios rosas y mejillas blancas me dejara y se fuera de mi vida con argumentos tan triviales como 'Ya no quiero estar contigo'. Continué con lo mío mientras el estofado hervía y Edda extraía una carta de tarot más, colocándolas una por una boca abajo en la superficie del chifonier donde no estuviese maltratado. Salí a fumar un cigarrillo y observaba el espectro de humo y billboa...

How can things so quickly change fromComfort, sleek and soft as silk upon your cheek, bundled up in boundless bouts of security, skies clear for takeoff,toSopping cheeks against the sordid carpet, Sharp threaded tendrils of pain in the back of your skull, pumping two sides of the engine, pain-regret, pain-regret, wondering if you'll ever run out of your own twisted fuel?And if it happened once, what could ever be so good that you'd choose it again?