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posted by Attirox2

"Daddy where are Du going?" a squeak sagte from the corner. I looked down to see wide blue eyes looking at me with fear. I couldn't just abandon her but I couldn't stay and face the the mess I had just created. "Terra stay out of this!" I shouted at her. But she just kept at it until I finally snapped. I grabbed her Von her night hemd, shirt and threw her onto the couch with a loud thud. She fell of and hit the cold wooden floor. I looked at her and had the urge to finish off the last bottle of Vodka, which I happily fulfilled. Her cries turned into sobs as she laid there in a ball that filled the...

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A Nightmare (?) (murderer's point)

posted by madening_mahem

Example of the 'Dark Figure'

Somewhere in ancient Japan...
A dark figure emerges from the shadows cloaked only in darkness, his weapon exposed, the blood of his victims dripping from it's blade. A creak in the floor alerts him of Mehr to come, he waits in the dark for his prey to come. They slide open the door only to be slaughtered. As he slays them he notices a girl out of the corner of his eye, standing there in absolute horror. He raised his blade ready to attack, but for some reason he held back. Him, a demon of the night, him, whose hands had been stained with the blood of many women and children, could not murder...

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Fuck Du

posted by skipperluvs

“Fuck you.” She sagte when he upset her, which was almost everyday. She sighed as he looked at her foolishly. There was just something about him that she hated from the start, but there was something bigger about him that she loved. She looked over at him and his Friends laughing hysterically.

“When?” He laughed even harder, the crowd’s voice growing louder Von the second, and anger filling her face to hide the shy blush that actually sat atop of everything. She rolled here eyes at him and put one of her hands on her hips, her hips cocking to the left and seeming lazy. She then got...

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Is Poesie A Dying Art?

posted by Cinders

I've been slowly but steadily coming to the conclusion that Poesie as an art form is quickly losing its flavor amongst the iPod generation. And I'm not talking about contemporary poets who don't get read Von the masses, because as Gertrude Stein would say, "Those who are creating the modern composition authentically are naturally only of importance when they are dead because Von that time the modern composition having become past is classified and the Beschreibung of it is classical. That is the reason why the creator of the new composition in the arts is an outlaw until he is a classic." Or,...

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What is love?

posted by Lord_Anubis

What is love?

Oi there mates… Let me tell Du few things here. I actually asked myself that Frage long ago. Why? Well, maybe because I had no Friends oder other people who would accept me when I was a kid. Now I know all that matters is to accept yourself and I got a lot of friends, but to find that explanation all alone pulled me through a lot of pain. Aye... Du couldn't believe it. Most of the people can't endure the lonlines, I've seen it... And finally when I found the explanation, I asked myself: ’’What the hell is Liebe then?’’. Lately on I started to watch other people to see...

my personal essays

posted by amoremusic

blessed
when i think about the things that God has blessed me with i get to excited to think that he has done all of these things for me and only me, so that the people around me can be blessed as well,

The things that i cherish the most is family and the impact that they have on me as a young woman, the Liebe that they Zeigen me everyday of my life, there is a quote that fits what i'm talking about and this is what it is:

"Family, they are the people who bring Du up when Du are down, they are the ones that Du can turn to when life isn't going the way Du want it to, they are there to comfort...

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Broken Dreams Chapter 9

posted by BellaSwan636

Serena

Tia had told me that he obviously liked black, so she'd chosen the scary halfter oben, nach oben and skinny jeans with black peep-toed heels. Tia had gone overboard. I looked like a freaking goth.

I thought I was dressed way out of my league, but Tia sagte I wasn't. It was difficult to believe her.

Still, I dropped a plate when I was in the küche on Saturday evening when he knocked on the door. I almost twisted my ankle in my hurry to open the door. I threw it open, and I almost cried in relief when it was him and I hadn't almost injured myself for nothing.

He looked stunned when he saw what I was...

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Du are all i desire, a poem

posted by whitelion

your smile, your eyes, your voice
as if Du gave me a choice
everything about Du i loved
all other feelings aside i shoved

on your every word i hung
and even among
a crowd, only Du i see
nowhere else i would rather be

these feelings for you, that are kept inside
i can no longer hide
everything about Du i admire
Du are all i desire

so kind, so sweet, so passionate
everytime our eyes met
my herz would race
while looking at your smiling face

full of buety, life, and joy
with my emotions Du play like a toy
like a wild beast, my emotions cannot be tame
and i don't even know your name

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How to write an Artikel

posted by ZekiYuro

Schreiben and Design have always been two passions of mine. When someone first approached me with a Schreiben opportunity for their blog, I was shocked. It hadn’t crossed my mind for a moment that the two could be brought together harmoniously. I still remember Schreiben that Artikel and building my first brainstorm of topics. I found myself asking, "What makes a good article?"

But, to hell with good articles. Anyone can write a good article. I wanted something that would floor everyone–that would make everyone say, "Who the heck is this guy, and why haven’t I read his stuff before?"

I’m always...

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Calling All Writers! *WRITING CONTEST*

posted by cute20k

Calling all writers!
Are Du an artist with your words? Do Du like to write? I know I do. "So Du Think Du Can Write" is a contest for people who would answer the same as me.

Basic Rules & Guidelines
1. Your entry MUST be Abgeschickt to this spot as an article. If it is entered in any other section it will NOT be accepted.

2. Your entry MUST be original/written Von you. If anybody helped you, please credit them.

3. Your entry must be properly key-worded and titled.
a. A proper title: "[username here]'s SYTYCW Entry - [season and year] - [category/type of literature]"
ex. If I entered a poem,...

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Today's your last Tag - Poem

posted by emmett

If someone told you...
Life's like a rollercoaster,
Don't waste the ride.
Live it up all the way,
because today's your last day
What would Du do?

Would Du cry a little, scream a little, think it's all pretend.
oder go into silence until the very end...
Would Du Liebe the ones Du hate the most oder be the person Du hide?
Would Du pretend that you're ok but really scream inside?

Would Du try and keep the sun from setting as your last Tag ends?
Knowing you'll never see it rise...
Tomorrow I'll be somewhere else Du say as Du close your eyes.

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Sleep Deprivation Exercise

posted by Cinders

Exercise: Sleep Deprivation: 4:00AM Tuesday October 7, 2008*

The black spiders of mania are crawling over my brain, searching for a plump place to sink their pincers into. It’s been four days. I haven’t left the house for anything, not even a tuna sandwich. The Weltraum in my bett is empty, indented, as if something used to rest there, but I’m beginning to forget Mehr and Mehr what that may have been. Maybe it was a coffin, its contents shaken, risen, defeated, dazed, meandering around with its arms stretched out and a dull expression on its face as it mutters something indecipherable that...

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The voices

posted by t_direction

So, this is a kind of short story that I wrote one evening when I was just bored out of my mind. Please tell your opinion, feel free to criticize, it is much appreciated =)
Thanks ^_^

The voices buzzed inside my head, making me feel dizzy. I couldn't help but hold onto the bett post for support. In a state of exhaustion, I collapsed on the bett with a sigh. The voices never let me sleep. They were like many people were talking all at once, screaming all at once.

Madness, rage, worry, sadness were the emotions that those voices gave off. I couldn't understand a word of what the people were saying,...

who am I?

posted by madening_mahem

who am I ?
what can I do?
I'm self-centered, self-induldged, self-absorbed, hateful, short-tepered, implusive, in a complete state of denial, confused and lonely, yet I don't try to think.
a creature of the night
a princess of darkness
I long for light
colors
but all is midnight
and my only companions are the moon and the darkness
thought it comforts me when no one can
I wish to be out of darkness for once
to be clear, understood, unquestioned, and loved.
but who am I to ask for this?
who am I to want this?
is that what makes me human?
why?
all I want to know is why?

Dragon Soul Part 3

posted by dragonwriter

After changing back I saw the remains of that man. It was enough to make me sick. I just fell to my knees looking up at the sky. A girl walks up beside me and kneels down. "Don't look so down." I go to look at her and no one is there. I look back up at the sky waiting to hear that voice again. There wasn't any sound anywhere around. Out of the silence i could hear a faint breath from the night behind me. I Bewegen to the right when i hear the shot.

It grazes the side of my head and i fall to the ground. I hear footsteps running towards me as my eyes slowly close.

Change

posted by Fyrwenn

Change

The way I feel has changed
When we met I was a fool, thought
You weren’t gonna treat me like a tool
I tell myself that I care ‘bout you
But deep inside I know we’re through.

Change is never easy
But what am I supposed to do?
I can’t sit around, cry and wait for you,

I guess we were too naive
Believing it would work
Why didn’t I see,
that Du were such a jerk?

Change is never easy
But what am I supposed to do?
I can’t sit around, cry and wait for you

In the future we might get another chance
Maybe, it was just a short romance
Then what I’m feeling is really wrong
I felt I had to write this...

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Swing, Batter, Batter, swing, schaukel

posted by disneyworld007

Swing, Batter, Batter, Swing!
Putting my weight on my right foot, the foot closest to the catcher. Leaning back re-gripping my bat. I watched as that black haired pitcher powered up her pitch, rocking back and forth on her heals, taking in her handschuh now to her side and starting the wind-up. 'This is it,' I thought to myself, now taking the best grip on my bat, 2 balls and 2 strikes have passed Von this plate and I am not letting this pitcher strike me out, oder walk me! I got ready the ball was realeased, and I heard the 'ump' say "Ball Outside".
I stepped out of the batters box, and took a couple...

Yaouta Kamakami, pilot.

posted by samuraibond005

Yaouta lived on a farm in Missouri, he had only recently graduated high school, had a pilot's license, and even a couple of airplanes used in war. He had an old A6M zero that belonged to his rich father, grandfather, and his great grandfather before him. His father was assassinated Von a rival corporation (His father owned a wealthy publishing corporation) and the corporation decided to target his family afterward. 5 black cars pulled up in his front yard, though the yard was big enough to hold just about 10 times as much. Yaouta's younger brother, who was 15 at the time, walked out to greet...

Stay and Run Chapter 1

posted by Me_Iz_Here

A/N: I've gotten a few Titel suggestions, but for now I'm just gonna keep it to Stay and Run. And this chapter has a lot of unnecessary details and unrelated dialogue, the first few chapters will, I just wanted to get the general idea of the girls' life.
Prologue: link

1: An Average Tag in Spencer’s Life

Spencer sat at her desk. Tomorrow was her twenty-second birthday. The first of the girls’ birthdays with star, sterne missing. Spencer had been sad ever since she disappeared. star, sterne was one of her best friends. And after losing three when they were recruits, she couldn’t take it.

There was a lot...

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A short moment

posted by coolie

Step, creak, step, creak! the floor boards speak to me as I slowly tremble on its hard, splintery wood. Each step feels so daring. I feel danger crawling up my dangling spine. Thump, thump, my herz tries to refuse to my wishes of moving forward. Nothing has happened so far.
I carefully make my way towards the forbidden wooden chair. Creeeeeeek! goes the sitz as I lower my self to its level and sit on it. SHHHHHHHH!
“What was that?” I whisper to my self with my eyes wide open. I slowly start to climb the fence to view the streets of emptiness and quietness. My herz starts to beat even louder. Thump, thump. I slowly turn my anxious head to look. But it was only a car passing Von my house.