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posted by dragonwriter
I wake up. It's early in the morning. A cool wind blows Von my face whispering sounds i don't understand. I look up at the sky and notice that it is a light blue color and it makes me feel that there is no problems in the world. Looking around i get a different story.

Blood everywhere. Bodies over bodies and not a living soul in sight. Who could have done this? My head starts to spin and my vision is going blurry. A creature appears from the wind that was flying Von my head earlier.

This creature starts walking torwards me speaking in a language that I have never heard before. I go to reach for my gun and find a giant hole in my right leg. It continues to get closer and closer and is staring at me as if to be a hunter and I am it's prey.

Knowing that this is the end I look up at the sky. Beginning to close my eyes the last of my sights are focused ont he Blue Skys.
posted by Hades223
CHAPTER 1

Vector LeVay sat in the back of his limo with an annoyed expression on his face. His arch enemy, Antonio Esposito had returned back from France after three hundred years. Vector knew he know doubt wanted revenge. After all he had been the one who had imprisoned him in France. He had done so, so that he could reap havoc on Italy.
That wasn't the main reason LeVay was irked. News had reached him that Esposito had an apprentice. Vector had nearly Lost his immortal life in the battle with Esposito. Two of him could be worse.
How am I going to fix this? he thought. Esposito will want...
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Why Screenwriters Get Stuck Von Alan Watt via FilmCourage.com.
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posted by irena83
Behind the door
of your destiny
are dreams
that still shine
in the haze
of your memories.


These dreams
are so distant
and invisible,
though your eyes
still stare into them.


Everything is so foggy
like your thoughts.
Du sit alone
trying to reach that
small piece of happiness,
trying to find
a purpose of life.


Dreams that still
live in you
are smothered by
the cruel reality.
But, they still live
inside,
feeding the memories,
reviving the soul.


Dreams,
even if they are
condemned to oblivion,
live within your heart,
in hope,
in remembrance,
shining in
the haze of
your memories.
posted by lovepop
Everyone was Schreiben it down on their calenders as alerts of it popped up on the news, internet, and in big bold letters, on a newspaper! The time has come for it to be known to mankind and liked! The movie, Brenda and Luci's Night, was premiering on that weekend, the 25th of November.Everyone wanted to see it! There had been commercials of it since August, and the stars had been anxious. Speaking of the "stars" Whose names were Hillisia Jones, and Ponya Kricketiz. They were bff's since the kindergarten, and now they were in 7th grade. They auditioned for the movie without the other knowing! They were astounded when they learned they were auditioning for the same movie. They were mad, but when Ponya got the letter she was Brenda, and Hillisia was Luci, they were overjoyed, and began screaming with cheers! Now they were in New York being filmed for the movie... wait for more!
posted by SongBirdTeam
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Vega. A small world on the outskirts of the Holista system. It was Home to few, and did not get many interstellar visitors.
But, on this insignificant planet, in the town of Temi, things were about to get hectic.


Temi was Home to about nine hundred Temins. It was a quiet town where nothing exiting happened, at least, not in public.
    The Tag was windy, and dry, as the few children that lived in the town made their way to school.
All The children wore scarves and bandanas over their mouths and goggles over their eyes, to keep the wind swept dirt out of their lungs and eyes....
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posted by Twilightluv3r
Chapter 1 (Janae's POV)
How do Du tell your bestfriend that Du Liebe them?Boy, don't I have a story for Du and you'll never believe. My name is Janae Carter, I have an older brother name James and no parent. They were killed in a car crash Von a drunk driver, but I don't want to get into that now.
When I met him I was seven years old, he was eight. At the time my brother was 18.
I was in the backyard playing in the Zeigen in, Grand Rapids, Michigan just to let Du know.While I was playing, building a snow castle, I notice a boy kicking a ball against the baum that splits between mine and his yard,...
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posted by FIALMOIVLEY
The sound of the breaking glass stopped me from taking another step. I starred into the darkness ahead of me, this wasn’t where I wanted to be. I wanted to be with my mother. Mother. Why did I have to think of my mother? I tried not to think of the day…
But the memories of the dread filled night filled her head. I remember it as if it was yesterday.

There was banging on the front door. A manly voice yelling to let him in.
“KIDS! Go hide! Eric, take care of your sister, Clare! Hide and don’t come out!” my mother yelled to us.
“But where are Du going to go?” Eric asked my mom.
“Don’t...
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posted by FURRY
After a couple hours I had got use to my body again, jumping and bounding I felt wonderful "That's it, Du got it Joel!" Alice applauded me with her wonderfully cute voice "Heh, thanks it's not hard now." I replied blushing bright red, soon I was able to do things that I couldn't do before.

I could shoot ice from my finger tips it was amazing I never knew I was able to do these things, "Wow that's amazing Joel!" she exclaimed, I could feel her presence growing in my head however, it felt like she was becoming Mehr than just a voice, time dragged on eventually it got to the point where I could...
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posted by para-scence
*Prologue before this chapter :)

Holding my breath, I went to first block, History. I threw my bad onto the floor, and fell down into my seat. I quickly pulled my haube up, crossed my arms, and tried to be invisible. How come when I was wanting to be seen, I wasn't, yet now when I needed to be invisible, it seemed like I had a giant neon sign pointed at me, shouting "Look at me! It's all my fault!"

Mr. Thorson started attendance, and I wished my name was magically erased from his checklist.

"Essence," he said, bored.

"Here," I whispered in the dead silence. All eyes turned on me. Mr. Thorson nearly...
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posted by para-scence
I named him Chance. His presence easily expelled the loneliness that I had felt for months upon months. I did everything I could to care for him, even if it meant me missing a meal. He slept and cried a lot, but that's what Babys do. He cried the most at night. To get him to stop, I rocked him gently in my arms and sang softly to him songs that my mother would sing to calm me down. That soothed him almost instantly, and he blissfully fell asleep.

It was when he was almost three weeks old that I noticed something wrong. Chance was sleeping in his crib, a.k.a. my suitcase, and I heard a raspy...
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posted by I_love_Mikey
When it hits, it hits hard
Worse for you, because Du saw it coming from the start
A blizzard of thoughts and truths buzz around your head
You can't think, it makes Du wish for death.
Blood and sacrifice are your devotions,
but life can only give so many promotions
Soon, it will give up on you.
Give up first.

The pain it brushes against your cheek,
A touch so soft, leaving Du so weak
The broken glass of a stained window leaves Du praying,
He's the devil's spawn, he's recreating
What was gone for good once.
But he's not for good, he's for bad.
And bringing back what made us sad.
Life is over,
I'll make it...
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