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Dejé mi corazón abierto. Pero tú no entendiste. No viste lo que en realidad ha sucedido. Quise explicártelo pero sabía que no entenderías. Me considerarías demente, loca, pensarías que he perdido la cabeza. Que la he perdido por ti.

No puedo decir que la perdí completamente, pero puedo contarte lo que he perdido por ti. Ahora soy normal y detesto ser de esta forma. No puedo volar si soy esto, sólo estoy encadenada a ti, por un vínculo que ni tú ni yo hemos podido decidir.

Pero no voy a quejarme de estar ligada a ti. He aprendido a aceptarlo. He aprendido a vivir. Todo gracias a ti. Yo solía ser diferente, solía volar por todas partes, nadie notaba mi presencia, pero yo podía realizar gran cantidad de cosas, tenía los poderes necesarios.

Pero de todas las personas que encontré en el camino y de todas las que sé que heu, hay en el mundo ¿Por qué tuve que circundarte a ti?

Mi pecado fue la ingenuidad. Fue no haber considerado las opciones. Yo sabía que había reglas que seguir, y sabía cuál era el costo de romperlas.

Los ángeles no se pueden enamorar de los mortales. Pero yo sí pude. Y por eso perdí mis alas. Por eso no puedo volar más. Por eso ya no tengo poderes sobrenaturales. Por eso me escondo de todos. Por eso dejo que sólo tú te me acerques.

No quiero que el mundo me vea, porque no creo que ellos entiendan. Siendo sinceros ¿Quién lo entendería?

Ahora aprendiendo a ser una humana, la miseria me alcanza. Ahora entiendo, lo que es no obtener lo que uno ama. Mi alma, si es que se me ha concedido una, llora y se encierra en sí misma. Sufro dolores que jamás sufrí. Dolores que no se pueden ver, dolores que están, como lo dicen los humanos, adentro del corazón.

Pero nunca dejé de protegerte. Y cuando todo parezca, estar a punto de derrumbarse, yo sólo quiero que sepas quien soy.

Soy tu suerte. La suerte que fue aleatoriamente escogida para ti.

Deberías saber que todos tienen un ángel guardián. Algunos tienen alas, otros, amor para dar. Yo tengo todo mi amor para ofrecer, pues soy una criatura extraña en un mundo desconocido que me aterra y me hace sentir insegura todo el tiempo.

Así que soy tu ángel guardian. Sé que lo soy. E incluso si tengo que protegerte, siempre te amaré… secretamente.
posted by A_Sirens_Call
A sirens call

CHAPTER ONE::: Shyness

It is the first Tag back, I really did not think of anything interesting happening, it was all new and strange after the holidays nothing would surprise me. Our little group of six did not have any specific relations towards outsiders we tried to keep contact with the human race to a minimum considering we are no longer human. After that experiment from the mad scientist - Doctor John Hallwain – trying to clone us making marginal errors then tried a different experiment but that is all I know and that was gathered Von Annabelle who could read minds and was...
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posted by Codby
This is what comes out me in class. When I should pay attention. ;)
Also some funny pictures.

He was crying. The tears weren’t coming fast, they were slow. So slow as a turtle.
They had only this time because when he steps out of this room he will be different, letting no Mehr tears fall. He looked her straight in the eyes. He was still crying but now there was feuer and ice in his eyes.

Fire so warm it could freeze every living thing.
Ice so cold that it could burn the whole world.

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Watch me. Du will be surprised. I’m stronger and faster in many ways. And Du haven’t...
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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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    I walked for so long, looking for something, not knowing what that someone thing actually was. The sky bleeding with an orange sunset as the sun moved ever so slowly below the horizon. I stopped in my tracks ans stared for a moment, than went back to searching for my mystery object. This was a great time to take in the woods which have always scared me. It wasn't bad walking through them. everything was orange from the ending of summer. It was like walking in those stories Du always hear about. Just then, a soft rustle in the bushes interrupted my thoughts. Not knowing...
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posted by BennieBear27
Chapter One

My alarm went off at 7:00 on the morning February 8th, 2017. I reluctantly sat up on the edge of my bett and yawned.

"Morning." I heard a voice say. My eyes were still closed.

"Luna?" I mumble. "That you?"

"Yep." I open my eyes to see Luna Middleton standing three feet diagonal from me.

I shared a room with her, her twin sister Kyla, and my brother Jacob. That's how everyone does here. Du live with your twin and your SIDA partner.

"So, sleepy head." she smirked. "You gonna get up oder what? If not, I'll eat your breakfast for you."

I don't reply and shake my head.

"Oh, come on!" Luna...
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Prologue
The wind was howling like Wölfe in the night, and Will sat shivering in his post. The türmchen, turm, revolver on which he sat overlooked a tall rock ledge that sloped into the ocean.
“Why do I get this bloody post.” he sagte to himself. The air was so cold up there that it sank right into your bones. Even though Will had dressed as warmly as he could with a thick woolen cloak, he could still feel the icy fingers creeping up his back. The feuer in the brazier barely helped either.
“Nothing as always.” he sagte as he looked out to the edge of the sea. He had taken to talking to himself when he...
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1 being the best 10 the worst
These Bücher are great for summer Lesen I can honestly say that anyone that reads them will want to read them again.

10. Deacula Von Bram Stoker
9. The Hobbit Von Tolken
8. I'm the king of the schloss Von Susan Hill
7. 1984 Von George Orwell
6. The secret diary of Adrian maulwurf Von Sue Townsend
5. Pride and prejudice Von Jane Austine
4. Jane Eyre Von charlotte Bronte
3. Lord of the Flies Von William Golding
2. The curious incident of the dog in the nighttime Von Mark Haddon
1 Rebecca Von Daphne du Maurier
posted by ejenk1025
Chapter 2

I pull into the driveway of the cafe. I look into my rear view mirror. I look good. (Laugh) I get out of the car then fix my clothes. I'm ready. Just be yourself. Ok. I'm walking in. Don't fall. Don't fall .. He sees me. Just walk up to him.

"Hey."
"Hey. Glad Du could make it." sagte Lucas
"I'm glad Du could make it, too."
"Well. I work here so..." sagte Lucas
"You work here? Cool."
"Yeah. This is actually my mom's cafe. Let me introduce you." sagte Lucas
"Oh goody." I sagte nervously

Good impression. Good impression. Good impression.

"Mom, this is Brooke. Brooke, my mom." sagte Lucas
"Pleasure...
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posted by alicia386
Chapter Five

Mason met Olivia at his Favorit restaurant. It was a perfect Tag for a abendessen date. The sun was shinny, the clouds were extra white, and the gras, grass seemed greener then ever. If only she knew that this was a abendessen date. He signed the last autograph for today as Olivia sat across from him at their round table. Her hair was curly and in a ponytail. Then she wore a red dress with a thick, black gürtel in the middle. His Sekunde impression of her was still the same, gorgeous. This datum was going pretty well but Cassidy dresses better. Mainly because Cassidy is rich but he didn't want to...
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posted by alicia386
Chapter Four

Olivia was extra busy today. Today was the first Tag of the movie shoot for Hourglass. Before they could even start recording the movie, the would have to check up on everything. The wardrobe had to perfect. The scenes had to be accurately planned out. Then they had to make sure that all of the camera crew was positioned. Olivia wouldn't be able to receive the permits until tomorrow. So they couldn't start filming until then. She followed closely behind Mason as he did the daily check up.

Mason went straight towards wardrobe and the outfit choices. The outfit for Charlotte's arrival...
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Remembering is just an invention of the mind,
So Du need not try to remember something,
Du remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that Du could have.

The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.

Du try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.

The good things, Du try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.

Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
posted by Problematic129
*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went Von and Mehr pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
Stan, the young donkey, was wandering sadly around the barn. He seemed hopeless and wounded and had no desire to speak to any of his fellow donkeys; even talking to his father was not appealing to him that exact moment. In fact, he was feeling ashamed of having a donkey father. He was ashamed of being a donkey altogether.
As the moon and stars scattered across the dark, blue sky, Stan decided he no longer to wander. He needed some solution, he needed reassurance, and only his grandfather seemed appropriate for that particular job.
Grandpa Roger was sleeping peacefully in the barn. He had become...
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Bane’s POV

I laid in the grass, watching the clouds. I was beginning to dose off, right before sleep took me, a body pounced on me. I groaned, and looked up. A shaggy haired boy was sitting on my chest, giggling. My best friend, Christian.
    “Get off!” I yelled rolling over. He slid off me.
    “Party pooper,” Christian stuck his tongue out at me. He was so childlike, but that was something I had always loved about him. That’s also why we got along so well. He was hyperactive and loud, while I was cynical and quite.
    I...
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posted by Hades223
CHAPTER 1


Jason Card sat at his schreibtisch in his science classroom bored out of his mind. He hated science. It was his least Favorit subject. Mainly because it was the last subject of the Tag and Von that time Jason was usually ready to go home.
Mr. Form droned on and on about chemicals oder something. Jason didn’t listen. He just sat at his schreibtisch and drew on some paper. He was a very good drawer.
Jason Card was a fourteen Jahr old as of yesterday. His black messy hair never gave in to a brush which usually meant it was mangled and messy and went down to his ears. He was wearing a simple red t-shirt...
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posted by cullens-rule
Chapter 4 Tom

“it would be easier if Du knew, but I will try to explain, as well as I can, Du know my name is Tom but my Sekunde name is Cullen”
I interrupted him now
“Tom Cullen? Sounds old fashioned”
“It is, any way I’m just seventeen”
He looked away sheepishly like he was lying this made me curious would he really lie about his age.
“my real parents are dead now, they died of an illness I don’t really know much about them”
“I sorry that must be herz braking”
He looked miserable he looked into my eyes and I could feel his pain, but he carried on
“I take after my father...
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