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posted by para-scence
I was even Mehr of a mess after that. I thought it was bad before. This was just incomparable. Before, I still had hope, even if it was only a tiny splinter. Now, I had no hope, with confirmation from Blake himself. I spent many nights venting to Kara, who listened intently, and offered Guter Rat when necessary.

"Honey, I promised it'll all get better soon," she sagte quietly. I prayed that she was right.

Then spring break came. When I wasn't working, I was at home. When I wasn't at home, I was working. Not the best spring break I've ever had. Then Gwen's party came around. I was about to call...
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posted by HouseMindFreak
Chapter 19






Sitting on the porch in the late evening for BJ was her only time to get fresh air and some decent time away from Cayden. In the mid-summer it was warm and pleasant outside at night but tonight it was unusually chilly. BJ wrapped her arms around herself feeling a chill run through her body. The air felt thick but it wasn’t humid it was…tense. The sky was preparing for a storm. A rumble of thunder rattled around her making her jump. She couldn’t understand why she was so jumpy, storms never bothered her but there was just something she was sensing that wasn’t right. Another...
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posted by para-scence
We drove four three hours. I wasn't even sure we were in the same state anymore. Ms. Greener rambled on about where I was going to be staying, but I didn't pay attention, so it's still a mystery. After about an Stunde of mindless talking, Ms. Greener seemed to realize that I did not want to have a conversation; so she finally shut up. The rest of the car ride was pretty much silent, except for Ms. Greener occasionally pointing out beautiful landmarks.

We pulled up to a small little house, that looked like a ranch home. It was somewhere out in the country; nowhere near where I was used to growing...
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posted by para-scence
I stayed in my room all Tag on Sunday, coming out once oder twice to use the restroom down the hall. I didn't see Dad at all that day, which was a plus. Not enough to ease my remorse, though. I wanted so much to run to Micah and get the hell away from here. He, after all, was the only thing keeping me from killing myself right at this moment.

On Monday though, Dad knocked on my door, not so violently this time.

"Alessa! Get up now before you're late!" I dragged my limp body over to my closet and got dressed. I finished getting ready, and then was out the door. I missed Micah; I was late. I probably...
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posted by para-scence
"Alessandra, Du have two Minuten to get down here!" Dad shouted from downstairs. I quickly pulled on my ratty old converse, not bothering to tie them. I ran downstairs, probably just making it to the two Minute mark. Dad folded his arms, probably upset that I'd made it in time.

"You're going to be late," he said. "You'd better get your arsch out of here." I grabbed my bag off the chair, and grabbed a Süßigkeiten bar from the pantry. Just as I got out the door, he grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking it back. I yelped as my head jerked backwards, and I fell back into the house.

"Go say goodbye to your...
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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 Monat 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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Summertime, June, 16th, 1934
Detectives surrounding the area of the lake. A dead body was found. A young girl's body. The young girl was Anna Hawkes, nine years old, blond hair, green eyes. My best friend.......ex best friend. Let's just say, this little girl did not play nice with me and left me forgotten. She's lucky. Lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky. The detectives found her and not me. Well, I'm sorta used to it since I've always known to be forgotten and alone. Now, I'm dead, forgotten, alone, wet, and sunk deep into the water. How did Little Miss Anna Hawkes die? Hehe, me of course. She drowned...
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posted by para-scence
Lucy soon became like a mom to me. She watched after me, and made sure I got enough to eat (even if it was from a dumpster). I grew Mehr anxious as the nine Monat mark came near. Only then did I think about actually delivering the baby. Lucy promised she'd help me, and that she'd try to remember how it was handled when she had her sons and daughters. The baby began kicking and shifting around a lot, and it doubled me over in pain. It happened quite frequently, and I became bett ridden. Lucy didn't want me walking the streets like this, and she insisted that I stayed in the car. She brought me...
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posted by Insight357
    I stood from the brown couch, rubbing my eyes. I had slept on the couch. Grey was mad, and I had been stressed. It was a fight waiting to happen.
    Grey had already left for her job at the pharmacy. She was a secretary. Today, I was going to get my license, to practice psychology.
    I stood from the couch, I was dressed in last night’s clothes. I’d been at the bar, doing tequila shots. I was trying to numb my mind from pop-up questions.
    It had been a week since I left the asylum. Since I left Dr. Anozi....
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posted by StarWarsFan7
Three hours after Darla left and everything's fine at the shop. A teen with dirty blond hair and hazel eyes enters the store. He looks like... "Steven?" Steven stops in his steps. "Bree?" "Yeah. What are Du doing here?" I ask. "To buy something? Do Du know where the Süßigkeiten is?" "Yeah it's in section two." I point towards the Sekunde section in the store. The Shop smells like vanilla and chocolate. Probably because of the ice cream that have been melting in the corner of the store. Which reminds me... "Steven, would Du like to work here?" I ask to break the silence. "Sure. I need a job." Steven...
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posted by ambers1999
Ring, ring. “Hello”? ”Hannah I need Du to come to my lab today”! “Doc”? but I thought”
…” I know, I’ve been working on something and I need your help”. “OK nice to talk to Du again…bye”. In excitement I jumped out of my chair and put my best clothes on. Wondering what Doc was up to? I haven’t seen him in over a year, now that it’s the summer I finally have something to do. I raced down to Doc’s lab. The door creaked as I opened then I knew I was at the right place! “Hello” I sagte softly, “anyone here”? “Ah here Du are I haven’t seen Du in awhile...
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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...
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posted by Supergirl14
The club
We got to “Club monstruo” Their was the bouncer who really smiled when I showed up he let me in and looked at my Friends with discontent, “They are with me, Mitchell!”He smiled again, “any friend of Angela is a friend of mine,”He replied in his gruff voice.
Smoke and strobe lights, half-dressed girls and boys dancing filled the room, “where is Juli,"I yelled, a girl almost half my size(I am 6'5)black hair /w pale rosa streaks in a messy bun came in, the bulimic look did not fit her, she looked like a skank and did not look good as one. “ready to get it good?” I asked."only...
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posted by Me_Iz_Here
(Not a very creative name, I know)


ONE

I sat on the bed. Doing nothing. Nothing. Nothing. I looked at the clock. Friday, five-fifty-eight PM. Five-fifty-nine. Waiting. Waiting. herz pounding. Counting seconds. Every week. Every week, SHE came. SHE would try to kill me. Then I would scream for help and they would come. Then I would get a lecture that nothing was there, possibly some treatment oder whatever. Then Weiter Friday at six, it would happen again.
Forty-five seconds. I glanced at the book. I brought it with me. That way, no one else would read it. It was old and leather-bound, and had pictures...
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Hey you!
Yes, you!
Are Du an aspiring writer on fanpop?
Most likely Du are, oder Du wouldn't be Lesen this! (ahem) Anyway, this is a guide to all things evil- feel free to skip around for ideas!


PART 1: THE VILLAIN
Every story has a villain. Which one is right for you? We writers have an extensive collection of all villains imaginable! Look down for a few of them.

HARMLESS VILLAIN: Usually used in comedy, a harmless villain creates overly complex plans to commit petty crimes, like stealing a watch oder ding-dong ditching. For extra laughs, have the hero/heroine treat the villain as a serious threat....
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posted by greenstergirl
Chapter one
Okay this is a really Zufällig stroy but I was bored and I couldn't get this idea out of my head. In my opinion it is really badly written so sorry.

“Okay Class, Du have the rest of the period to finish this quiz. This is the last grade before your midterm so work well, and remembers what we studied,” sagte my Mr. Grazing, my math teacher. He was the kind of teacher kids pick on and make fun of behind his back. I hate math, so I don’t care for him as a teacher much. He usually wears a sweater vest and weird 1950 glasses that squeeze his nose at the tip.

I stared at the Chapter...
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A sharp siring pain struck my stomach; I froze tight as stone grasping at my stomach. The pain was unbelievably unbearable. I wasn’t able to breathe it just made the pain ten times worse. My eyes were pinched tight, tighter then when I jumped off the bleachers in the high school gym a few years back.
The thought about that whole night made me cringe making the pain worst. That night was one of the worst nights of my life; something I hope will never have to be brought up ever again.
Patch and I were sitting on the couch watching TV after our one o’clock lunch. My legs had been flung on top...
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posted by serenacullen93
Hello my name is Leila Claudette Xavier the daughter of Max Oscar Xavier. The CEO of Xavier Arms Of War oder X.A.W. it is the number one provider of weapons for the arm forces. X.A.W. has been around since world war one we are a family of geniuses mean the Xavier are know for that. I graduated from college when I was ten years old and was valedictorian of my high school class at the age of eight. I’m now fifteen. I woke to the sun pouring thought my bucht window here in Virginia strand near Camp Pendleton so named after General William Nelson Pendleton an Episcopalian minister at Grace Church...
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posted by hannah_vampire
A poem danced in my head “Something maybe Taken but its not Lost” Dylan had attacked and miles stood watching speaking “Loka please you’re as much As synotta, you’re evil and full of darkness”. I was pushed and bite and stabbed until they backed up and I saw what they were seeing wolves! “ aw are the Ishavaka scared of the big bad wolves”.

Tilly chased after them with hunter and josh, Wounded I was and this was about to get
A whole lot worse “ WHAT THE HECK WERE Du THINGKING” Oni made me smile and I had to stop myself from bursting out into laughter but then sefo walked...
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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 Von 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 Vor 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 oder 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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