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posted by para-scence
"Good mornin'," Micah sagte as he arrived at the park; our usual meeting place. I stopped the swing, schaukel just in time before I nearly kicked him in the face. We laughed.

"Sorry," I giggled. "Hey." He smiled and took a sitz in the swing, schaukel Weiter to me. My cheeks flushed as I thought over yesterday. I just had to know. "Um, Micah? What'd Du want to tell me yesterday? I mean, before I had to leave." He furrowed his eyebrows, then frowned.

"Huh? Oh... It was nothing."

"Ok," I nodded.

We soon Lost track of time, and were almost late for school. Since we couldn't take the long way, we had to take the faster way, which passed in front of my house. Micah stopped.

"Is that your Dad?" he asked worriedly.

"Uh, no. He... likes intense crime shows, and he's hard of hearing. It's just the TV." Micah pursed his lips, like he didn't believe me. I tried to keep my breathing under control, maybe then I wouldn't blush so much.

"Alessa, if there was something wrong, you'd tell me right?" he said. The way he stood there, and his saddened face, he looked so... helpless. And vulnerable. Even though he was much taller than me, he looked like the smallest pain would send him breaking into a million pieces. I wanted to hug him close and never let anything hurt him. No one had ever been concerned about me, and it was a warming feeling.

But I still couldn't tell him.

"Yes, I will," I said. He opened his mouth to speak again, but I was faster. "C'mon. We're gonna be late."

***

During lunch, Micah and I were at our usual table, when someone called me. I looked over to the tabelle across the aisle.

"Hey, Emo kid!" called Gabby. She waved happily when I scowled. Also at her tabelle were some Mehr of the "popular" kids, along with Bryant and Aubrey. I ducked my head to stare at my lunch tray.

"What do they want?" Micah asked in a hushed whisper.

"Who knows," I said, still keeping my gaze down. I heard the sound of heels walking across tiles, and my hands clenched into fists. "Dear God... tell me she isn't coming!" Micah didn't speak for a while.

"You know I don't like to lie," he sagte after a while. I felt a tap on my shoulder. Reluctantly I looked up, to see Gabby peering down on me. She smiled her bright, fake smile. She reached down and took my hand, and I winced from the coldness of her skin. She placed something in my hand and folded my fingers over it. It poked out through the sides, but all I could tell was it was plastic and white.

"I thought Du might want this," she sagte in a baby doll voice. She stood there, waiting for me to open my hand. I did, and I grimaced as I saw it was a plastic knife. How original; the old "emo's cut themselves" line. I wanted to spit in her face, but the only thing I seemed capable of doing now was cry. A few tears made their way down my cheek, and I gripped the messer in my fist. I wanted so badly to turn to Micah and ask, "how much Du wanna bet this messer could break skin?" and then stab the heck out of Gabby.

But that would be mean.

Micah stood up then, and grabbed the messer out of my hands. He threw it across the room, possibly hitting an innocent student.

"Leave her the fuck alone," he sagte sternly. The intensity of his voice scared even me. Gabby regained her composure fast, and smirked.

"Huh... Du guys make a cute couple... You're both losers!" she laughed and practically skipped away. I stood up and walked away as well, but out of the cafeteria. I went to the bathroom, and locked myself in a stall. It wasn't the best place to cry, but at least no one would see me.

A while later there was a knock on the door.

"Alessa?" It was Micah. Hearing his voice in the place, of all places, was strange. Strange enough to get me to silence my cries for a while.

"Micah? What're Du doing in here? This is the girl's bathroom."

"I know! So would Du please come out?! I'm freaking out here!" he sagte hurriedly. I laughed a little and came out. We both went and sat on the floor in the hallway. "Thanks," he said. I smiled a little. "You ok?" he asked. I shrugged. "Sorry I didn't schlagen, punsch Gabby... I just can't hit girls," he smiled. I laughed as one of the last tears flowed down my cheek. He reached up and wiped the tear away with his thumb, and left his hand under my chin. He tilted my head up so that I had to look at him. I noticed for the first time how bright his smile was. And his eyes were a brilliant blue...

I tipped my chin up, unhooking it from his gentle grasp, and turned to stare at the carpet. We sat in silence for a while, all thanks to my insecurity. I kicked myself mentally. I didn't know if I loved him oder not. He was really sweet and nice... like a brother. The thought of dating a brother revolted me; it just wasn't right. Hopefully he'd just forget about it and we could just be friends, because I didn't want to deal with this.

At all.
Prologue:
One moment can change a lifetime. No matter how insignificant something may seem, every action has a consequence. Most people never take this into account. But when you’ve had a life like Victoria Vevina Byrne’s, Du plan every Sekunde of every Tag for your entire life…

    “Father?!” Technicolor laser beams lit up the sky, and technological sirens rang through the air as I ran through the thick Nazaki Forest, searching for my father. Tears cascaded down my blood-covered cheeks. He was nowhere to be found. At his moment of terror and fear, I gave up. While...
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posted by rebaj2010
She was perfect. Like beautiy incarnated. Long, flowing, red hair, shining like the stars. Cole black eyes outlined Von freckles that were sprinkled over her nose and corners of her eyes.
Seeing her again hurt. Hurt Mehr then when I broke my arm in fourth grade, Mehr then when my older brother hit me above the eyebrow and busted my skin open and needed stiches.
Her with him was a dager through my heart. She was suppose to be mine...forever.
Thats when she looked at me. Her plump rosa lips twiched the slightest. Then shock overtook her features as she reconized the 19- year-old boy she use to love. But that's just it. She USE to Liebe me, but I still loved her. Not even the Marines could stop that, not the 4 years I've spent away changed that. She was still my life.
He was hers.
posted by OneFoggyNight
I just never cared anymore. Not about anything. For some reason, I just let everything alone. Nothing mattered to me anymore. Nothing. The things that had made me happy previously had now just made me even more…dull. Maybe all the things he did to me made me like this. Trevor never really was good to anyone, not even any girlfriends he had. He never showed me that he cared, he was always cold, and he always… hurt me.
Or maybe my mother’s drinking habits. She was always at the bar, and when she wasn’t, she had a different bottle in her hand every Minute oder so. I was surprised she hadn’t...
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posted by coriann
I wish I had a best friend, her face was as sweet as honey, mixed with molasses and cane sugar, and vanilla extract with almonds sprinkled on top.

Her voice was like roses, blooming out of a fresh garden, and for each word, one flower, at least that’s how I pictured it. And just as the sweet smell of the Blumen draw the bees nearer, so they could suck the nectar, so her voice drew me nearer with her fragrant words and perfect English, and mellow sound…yes…mellow. Nearer to her tongue, so I could suck the sweet nectar off that as well.

Her hair was like golden sunlight, reflecting off the...
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posted by Dearheart
If you're wondering, "Diem Mirabilis" is Latin for "Day of Wonders". (At least it's SUPPOSED to be. My Latin isn't what it used to be, hehe.) This was just a little something I whipped up for a story I'm writing. I wanted to put something at the beginning of each chapter that roughly follows the times of day, and I couldn't find anything good. So I made my own. =) Hope Du enjoy it!

Diem Mirabilis

Morning:

for Morning is made
of mysteries and uncertainties
the hopes of beginnings
the risks of unknowns
the potential for greatness
oder failure

Midday:

for Midday is the height
of the glory of the sun
the climax of twenty-four hours
the brightness that blinds and clarifies
the Antwort once hidden
now unveiled

Sunset:

for Sunset arrives
with the final shift of the sky
the afterglow of the triumph
the sweetness of the last drop
the closing chapter of a story
and the beginning...

of a new one.
added by axemnas
Source: Henry David Thoreau, axemnas,Casablanca
posted by FightingDestiny
This is a small poem I wrote a while back.I hope Du like it, please tell me what Du think
Thank you
-Aurora




The Wind is cold against her skin
Numbing her body perfectly,
Erasing the pain she knew all to well
Escaping her problems if only for a moment
The chill of the breeze whispering to her
"Just do it" it taunted, "You know Du want to"
Each time, the voice got louder
Beckoning her to let go, end it all
Was it worth it
Some would say no
But to her it was everything
Yet the voices called to her
"Let go, Let got, ... Let Go"
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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posted by madening_mahem
 Example of the 'Dark Figure'
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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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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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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Source: Google
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 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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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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