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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 sagte once Du saw that little baby, you'd instantly fall in Liebe 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 didn't make me like him any much more. My legs still hurt immensely, and I limped and staggered as I walked. I had no idea where I was going, but I was tired of being confined to my car.

As I continued walking, the baby kept crying. People gave me dirty looks as I sat on the bus stop bench.

"Would Du get it to stop?" A man asked, on a cellphone. To be honest, I didn't know how to. I turned my eyes away from the man. He groaned and stalked off, apologizing to whoever was on the other end of the line.

A couple hours later, I became desperate to get this thing to shut up. I went up to Zufällig women, asking if they could help me. Some pretended they didn't hear me. Others wrinkled their noses in disgust and walked away.

"Ma'm, could Du please help me," I pleaded with a women. She took her daughter's hand and walked away. Tears streamed down my face. "Please." She scoffed.

"Maybe it's hungry," she sagte and stalked off. I blinked. I made my way back to my car, away from everyone. It was strange when I thought about it; this car had been my Home for about five months. I sat down in the back seat, and propped the baby up against me.

***

After the baby was fed, he fell asleep in my arms. I had to admit, it was pretty cute. Still, I didn't need this. It was hard enough on my own. I didn't need this thing to worry about either.

Not even an Stunde later, the baby woke up, and began crying. I'd never heard anything cry for so long before. Giving up, I got out of the car. I held the baby in my arms, and walked down through town. I looked for a place that had few people, but had someone that would notice once I was gone. Finally, I found an alley way near a building with many people coming in and out. Von the time I got there, the baby had stopped crying, and looked at me with confused eyes.

Soon I was out of view from the front of the building. I bent down near the ground, and set the baby on the ground. I made sure the sweater was bundled around him tightly, so he wouldn't kick it off and get cold. I may not want this thing, but I didn't want him to die oder anything. Even if he still reminded me of Ty. His little figure seemed even smaller as I set him on the cold, hard, concrete ground. I felt almost nothing as I walked away, careful that no one in the building saw me.

When I began leaving, the baby woke up and started crying. I sped up my walking, and luckily no one at the building noticed yet. No sooner later, I got back to my car/house. I climbed in, and laid down for a much needed nap. I sighed and closed my eyes, but couldn't get to sleep. It felt like a piece of me was gone. I put my hands on my stomach, and it felt odd not having anything there. I pouted, and curled up in a ball.

Then I began to think about my mom. How much it hurt to have her taken away from me. I remember one Tag when we were younger, Sicily had been complaining how her mom was so annoying, and how she wouldn't leave her alone. I had gotten so mad. At least Sicily had a mom. A tear rolled down my cheek, and I stubbornly wiped it away with my sleeve.

I was going to regret this.

I gotta out of the car, and began walking. I felt a tugging on my heart, puling me in the direction. Soon, I began running. Finally, I made it to the alley in which I had left the baby. He wasn't there. I cursed, and paced in the alley, running my hands through my hair. My herz set itself on fire, and I cried. Tears streamed down my face. I'd had the baby out of me for almost a full day, and he was already gone.

Then I heard talking from the front of the building. They sounded confused and worried. Someone must have him,I thought. Quickly I ran to the front of the building. I must've been a real mess, because the people looked very startled. There were about six of them on the porch of the building, all crowded around one of the people. I didn't know what to say. Not that I could probably say anything anyways; I was hyperventilating.

"Please..." I began. One of the women from the porch took a step down towards me.

"Honey, is that your baby?" she said, pointing behind her. The others moved out of the way of another woman, who was holding a sleeping baby. My sleeping baby. Mehr tears flowed down my face, and I closed my eyes and nodded.

"Why was it in the alley?" she questioned. She put her hands on her hips. I could tell she was about to scold me for being a horrible parent. Even though that fact was true, I didn't want to hear it from this stranger.

"My boyfriend," I said. "He took him. He didn't want the baby," I tried to explain. All their expressions changed from resentment to horror.

"Oh my God!" one of them exclaimed. "You left him, right?!" I nodded and held out my arms. The woman holding the baby walked down the steps, and placed the sleeping baby in my arms. It felt like the missing piece inside me had been found. He squirmed slightly through the exchange, and nuzzled his head against me. A tear dropped down on his forehead, but he didn't seem to notice.

"I cannot thank Du enough," I told the men and women. They smiled and nodded. I left them, holding my baby close to me. Quickly, like Lucy had showed me, I managed to find mostly clean Essen from the dumpster. I ate as I took my baby back to the car, and then fed him there.

Once he was done, my baby yawned, his tiny little mouth formed into a little "o." I stroked his head, and his soft head felt like satin on my hand. I bent my face down to him, and kissed his little forehead. I mentally kicked myself for what I had done earlier. This baby was not Ty, at all. He was my son, so much Mehr beautiful and lovelier than Ty.

My son fell asleep against my chest, and I fell asleep holding him close to me. We both slept peacefully that night; my first night with my precious little baby.
posted by edencharles
Eden Brolin enacts an 18-year-old cruddy, somewhat unbalanced pixie, who along with her friends, turns out to be the target of a sorcerers’ cult. She doesn’t seem whom Du would call a strong woman and its refreshing we get this in horror movies. She seems Weiter door normal unruly girl. Her character has no outstanding characteristic, the artist somehow gives her depth. We see it in her eyes and body language.
Blood Bound plot. No it is not cute, it’s not simple; it’s pessimist and frightful. The story is suggestive of Rosemary’s Baby, which does not seem accidental.
It is 2019, and we’re still exploring age-old subjects like Wicca, human sacrifice and sects. Somehow, those subgenres stand the test of time. Horror stories built around pregnancy never get old either, for obvious reasons. As saturated as these themes may be, in horror cinema these days, Blood Bound manages to impress and surprise. It’s its own thing.
posted by Firewriter
This is a new book I've been working on to help channel my PTSD. Any feedback would be much appreciated.
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Chapter One
Underground

"Get back up to South Sector now!" A man's gruff voice boomed from the walkie-talkies clipped to the belts of the grey and olive green camouflage uniforms of the handful of guards. The harsh command reverberated in the deathly silent area as an individual stealthily crept through the heap of lifeless corpses which gazed emptily at him as he reached for one guard's static walkie-talkie. Sighing heavily in exhaustion from the fight he had to put up, he kicked at...
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posted by liviabutterfly
Chapter [#2]

Narrators POV

An old man in a mantel walked into the neighborhood in which Olivia lived. Everyone stared at him as he walked around.

Olivia's POV

I smiled brightly as I dived into the ocean, "wait up!!!" Oliver laughed as my five brothers ran after me with surfboards, buggy boards, buckets for picking up sea shells, and dad brought out our special maid sandcastle buckets. They were big and made the best structures ever!!! Plus our family is known for our sand castles/structures. I smiled and dived down, feeling the salty cold water against my skin, it's the best feeling ever. When...
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posted by zanhar1
It’s raining. Not like a hard rain oder anything. Parker makes his way downy the highway with determination and a degree of speed that might not be exactly legal. But he isn’t going alarmingly fast. He maneuvers his car–a rather stylish Dodge Viper–into the fast lane. It isn’t the latest model but he has it painted a sleek purple some shade in between light and dark. After successfully making his pass he get back into the right lane. He’s behind a Chrysler Pacifica with a collect of bumper and window stickers.

From this he deduces that the driver is probably a Fußball mom oder an unfortunate...
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added by Andressa_Weld
posted by FURRY
Coughing, struggling for air, this, this is life, always trying to find the Weiter thing to sate your interest never sitting back to relax always trying to find something new to do. This is the story of one young man destined to find something greater then life itself, greater then anything he had ever come to know oder ever will know, our hero's name is Kindred Alphonz Maniker. Kindered had always been and adventurous boy, at a young age he found what seemed to be a crystal, no one in his village had seen such a thing before, it bore no resemblence to any gem they had seen before, it had an odd...
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posted by Rae-Ash
I felt them start to build up
As soon as I saw him
I put on a happy face for my mom
Because she doesn’t know
That he broke my heart
She didn’t know that I balled my eyes out
She hasn’t realized that I’ve withdrawn

He says he wants us to be friends
I could barely hold them back
He asked if I understood
And I do
But that doesn’t stop the pain and anger
I blink back the tears
And realize that I was starting to put a shield up
My shield of anger

I feel the tears
As I pray
That God will help me this time
So I don’t isolate myself again
And don’t lose myself

Tears……
They come and I can’t stop them
I hate them
They are a weakness
and I can’t stop them
posted by hgfan5602
Together, at last,
We sing in unison,
As the eagles zoom past us,
Symbolizing true freedom now.

We are together,
Not just our country,
But all the countries of the universe,
Syria, China, Germany,
Russia, Canada, Brazil,
And, of course, the United States.

I have never experienced
Such an amazing feeling
In my whole life,
As the soldiers of the universe
March past,
We are in utmost glory.

The unity of the universe,
We behold right now.
Never again, we shall quarrel,
Fighting with our steel rifles.

We will be free,
Not just blacks,
But all of us,
Together, at last.

We will be equal,
Women and...
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posted by anbonie
“Nice performance!”
“Thank you, butler!”
Servant smile to Pieter and opens the door of red Ferrari. While driving no one used to speak, until Pieter say something to his butler and bodyguard:
“Did Du hear when my voice trembled? I think that was 14th song.”
“No, Sir…”
“When my father isn’t near, please call me Pieter”
“Yes, Si… I mean Pieter”
They arrived to McChink’s mansion. Servant turned engine off and ran on other site of car to open Pieter’s door, but he was too late. “I’m sorry, Sir…” sagte butler. Pieter sent him angry look: “I can open the door!...
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posted by DxCFan123
Monat 7

Kat's POV
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"So, what's it like it heaven?" Sadao asked me while we were talking on the phone. "Well, it's like the normal world, except everyone's dead." "So, in heaven, they have this exact town?" "Yes, but there are only the souls of the deceased living there."

"This may be a personal question, but... how did Du die?"

I just stood where I was, which was in front of the house, stunned. Why would he ask me a Frage like that? "U-U-Uhm.." "Please tell me? I wont tell anyone else!" I hung up.

Sadao ran outside and up to me. "Sorry for asking that." He brought me...
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posted by DxCFan123
That whole time, I had forgot about my powers. Everything. Like I was a regular person. But that scream, it was of help. What was I gonna do? I couldn't. It would hurt him. I couldn't use my powers. But I had to. I ran out of the cave. I looked around. It started to rain. I didn't do that. I couldn't change it. If I couldn't change the weather, What would I do if I couldn't control things? I saw it. A giant monster. It threw Bruno out of it's hands and onto the rough, muddy ground. "Bruno!" I screamed. I ran over to him. He was injured with a gash in his forhead and was bleeding from the back...
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posted by darkwave
No sun--no moon!
No morn--no noon!
No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day--
No sky--no earthly view--
No distance looking blue--

No road--no street--
No "t'other side the way"--
No end to any Row--
No indications where the Crescents go--

No oben, nach oben to any steeple--
No recognitions of familiar people--
No courtesies for Wird angezeigt 'em--
No knowing 'em!

No mail--no post--
No news from any foreign coast--
No park--no ring--no afternoon gentility--
No company--no nobility--

No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member--
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds,
November!
posted by StarWarsFan7
As McKenna and I board the bus, we sit Weiter to each other in the front. "Hey, I've heard of this song!" I Kommentar on the song that's playing in the background. "...Sippin sizzurp in my ride, like Three 6, Now I'm feelin so fly like a G6..." "Yeah...sure...whatever..." McKenna responds to me with her eyes locked on her yellow and black cell phone. "What's up?" I ask. "Nothing!" She shuts her cell phone like she's hiding Gold from a bank. My cell phone ring-tone sounds. "I can't stop my feet from dancin' to the sound of his drum. I fell in Liebe with my Rooock god!" I press the "Answer" button...
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posted by sahour95
She had left.
She is long gone; away from everything that connects her to this cruel world, dead, buried underneath the blue, glittering waves of the ocean. Shattered into small pieces, flew away from her body, leaving deep wounds in the herz of everyone who had loved her. He would never cry enough tears to erase her memory; no tears were enough to express that endless sea of grief and sorrow he sank gradually in. He would never stand enough hours in front of her grave to grasp the concept that she won't tap his shoulder and wake him up from a horrible dream. She is... Dead.
He looked around...
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posted by Annacrombie
This chapter is a bit dark just to warn you


It was a dark night and she had just arrived Home from work, she stared upon the slits across her wrists from Zurück times.She blinked back a tear and looked at the door, so many times he had walked through there and now he was gone.


"Its not worth it" she sagte "why did it have to end this way?"She grabed a messer and tried to slit her wrist, but the messer was covered in blood and was blunt.


She walked up to the oben, nach oben of her flat building, it was 5 stories high, if she jumped she knew she would never live "Im sorry" she whispered.
"KARA! shouted a voice...
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