I Wrote Stories For 10 Years. Here's What Changed Everything - Alan Watt

The Tag my sister died, was the Tag I, myself, died as well.

She may not have knew it, but she was my hero.
I guess, however, all big sisters were kind of like that.

I remember seeing it, the body, the blood, the note she left in her own form of representation.
It was written, all across the wall, the note she left behind was in her own blood.

Hatred.
What a word, so different from hated; just a different form.
Which one am I? I should be described as both.
I hate you, and I know Du hate me too. Everyone does.
Here are my final words to you:
Pain is welcoming
Crawling down my arm so slow
Blood that leaks...

It was a winter’s morning when Nicola realised something strange. It was a peculiar morning, yet she didn’t understand why.
    Nicola called her mum from her bedroom, but she got no reply. She tried a Sekunde time, and even third time lucky. Yet Nicola still got no reply.
    Finally, after a few Minuten of what was an eerie silence, she jumped out of her bett and ran across to her mum’s bedroom. She flung the door open with such force that it made a loud bang, scaring herself at first for sure.
    Nicola took a glance at the bed....

Once I was finally out of the hospital I was afraid to sleep in my own apartment. Kyle asked me if I would like to sleep at his house but then I remembered that last time spent the night at kyle's house. It involved no clothes and a lotnof dirty things I don't want to mention. But I sagte yes anyways, I had nowhere to sleep.
When we got to kyle's house I remembered I had not bottom any clothes. So for pajamas I wore one of kyle's t-shirts and my unferware. For abendessen we ordered pizza, delicious. After abendessen I brushed my teeth and combed my hair.
I didn't knowtice when Kyle came in the bathroom....

Simba sat me down on the floor as he pulled a chew toy out of his mantel pocket and started chewing it *squeak squeak squeak* I opened my eye's, I was hopeing it was all a dream "Mother...." I sagte as I sat up slightly, as I looked around I knew I wasn't it wasn't a dream, I looked over at Simba "....Simba" I sagte as I started cring, I grabed Simba and held him tightly, as my tears rolled down my face Simba put his arm's around "Max...." Simba replied crying a little as well, as we sat there crying over what had happen my chest started to glow again but this time it wasn't purple it was blue...

I didn't know which way to run. One foot went this way, the other went that way. My knees faltered and locked. I fell to the ground in a mess of tears. I wanted to keep myself open, but instead I cowered in fear. I whimpered when two strong hands grabbed the tops of my arms and lifted me up to my feet. My cries came out in staggered breaths; I hyperventilated. The strong arms pulled me into a hug.

"Oh my fucking...." the voice said, but didn't finish. "Kodi, I swear if I wasn't so happy to see you, I'd kill Du right now." I peered up through my blinding tears at him. Even though I could barely...

It was when they handed me the motel room key that I realized I was way in over my head. The place was called Big Dan's Motel. It didn't sound great, but it was only thirty dollars a night. I went to the room they had for me, and contrary to the Motel's name, the room was not. The kitchen, living room, and bedroom were crammed into one room. Maybe this is usual for a motel, but I've never been to one. Ever. The carpet was a mossy green, and the tiles in the küche were white squares with four black diamonds surrounding the center. The bathroom was a decent size, but it reeked. Mold was growing...

I began teaching him a little Mehr English. He knows Mehr words than I expected him to know, but I taught him a little more. He picks up very quickly! Howl is pretty smart for a person that has been in the wild parts of the jungle since infancy (my hypothesis, but he could have been here since a toddler oder a wee bit older) and has had no human contact what so ever (another guess from how he reacted when he first saw me)and can pick up just like that! He's also very sweet. So much sweeter than my stupid fiance' Adam. Ugh, what a dope he is! Howl isn't one. He's a sweet gentle animal loving guy...

One date...One datum will not hurt me Brian thought muttering to himself inside of his dimly lit room. His room was darkened Von picures of obscure creatures, that he hand drew, he is an outstanding aritist, all of his work is so detailed, if he drew a indow, with scenery behind it, you'd actually think it was one, Du might make a fool out of yourself Von tring to open it oder clean it....but thats how good he was. He can't get her off his mind. Luna and Brian were about to go on there first (planned) date. Suprising, Brian, being a Demon of the Dark,was nervous. Nervous? How can I be NERVOUS?...

It was a warm night. The shadow of the full moon shone on Scarlet as she stood on the edge of the cliff, overlooking the sparkling water of the Atlantic Ocean. Weiter to Scarlet stood a tall man with black hair and eyes that sparkled in the moonlight. She turned to her left “To Du Clyde, always know that I Liebe you” she spoke gracefully. She turned slightly to the front, facing the light of the moon.

Scarlet held her locket tight in her hand, her purple dress swayed gracefully in the cool breeze. Her eyes closed as she began to walk closer to the cliffs edge. Clyde stood still, holding their...

I sit in my car, contemplating on whether oder not I should go pick up Lola. I've driven her to school everyday since I've had my driver’s license, which has only been a few weeks, but still, would it be right to leave her to fend for a new ride?
So I drive Von her house and honk for five Minuten straight until her dad finally comes out and tells me she rode the bus. We vowed that when the first one of us gets our drivers license, we'd never have to ride the bus ever again. I drive to school alone and think about how she could possibly deceive me like that and wonder if the best thing I could...

Heyy I'm back...if no one is going to Kommentar I might not post anymore...so plz Kommentar cuz I like this story a lot nd I Noe where I'm gonna head with it.
~Kayla

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As I turned I looked at Nick and he looked at me. She's gonna pay. Big time! "Leigha, it was not a date!" I sagte through my teeth. Even though I wish Leigha was right she was wrong. We are not dating. "Yeah it wasn't a date!" Nick said. My herz broke right there. Ryan came from behind me.

"Karleigh, I didn't know Du nd nick were dating." I was about to scream. "We are not dating!" I yelled. Out of the corner of my eye I thought...

    Her chestnut-brown hair flowed down her back, reaching down to her elbows. When the sun shone its bright light rays on it, her hair shimmered like the way water does when light hits the surface. Her eyes were a pair of brilliant emerald-green orbs that held innocence and kindness. Her smile...Her smile told Du that see was an absolute Angel – Jäger der Finsternis that was sent from the heavens above.

For allI cared, she was our new next-door neighbor.

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Running was an experience for me.I relished the brisk steady breaze flowing and tangling itself in my chesnut coloured hair.The way the thud of my Nike trainers seemed never ending and significant in the crispy rich dawn air. My crimson hue ipod pounded song after song through the natural intake of beat passing into my ear.
The Musik gave me some preference to look around into my picturete surroundings.
The horizon was even Mehr exquisite than when i'd fisrt layed my topaz eyes upon it the morning.The sky seemed to be in its own heaven untwinched with clouds but flubouyant with natural colour....

Prologue:
I thought my life was going great I was getting good grades, and I had the most awesome friends. But when that Tag came my life was turned upside down. My life was going to be so different I'm not going to recognize myself anymore, when I look in the mirror. Turns out my life is just beginning.
Chapter 1:
My life was just like any other teenager. Like the drama, stress, grades, etc. that any teenager would have to deal with. Well here's my story it all began like any other. It was Tag and unfortunately I was in school. I was kind of Tagträumen in language arts class because I new...

Chapter 1
Meet the Carrot-Tops

    A long, long time ago, in the Jahr 1850, there was a man Von the name of Sam Carrot-Top. He was a well educated man, slender in build and always wore a dusty old kappe that covered his orange hair and broken glasses. He was an honest and wealthy man, but Du would never guess that he and his family were well off; he never showed his wealth oder bragged about it. He used his money to help the poor and needy.
    His wife, Jane, was oh so beautiful, with lush red hair, a petite figure, and smooth, creamy pale skin. She loved all...

The ancient white wolf sat, his thick, glossy pelz covered his whole body, increasing in density around the neck and along the ridges of his back and in between his shoulder blades. His ruffled tail brushed casually against the ledge he placed himself, his head and shoulders slightly hunched as his head was lowered. His eyes blazed like a white hot halo, intense and depthless. His glorious and strong face, devoid of all emotion, stared down at the lifeless body that lay beneath the ledge, just at his feet.
My lover’s body, my husband, my partner in life lay limp and unmoving.
I kneeled before...

I don’t know, I don’t know, what Du mean
I just know, I just know, Du ditch me
I just know, I just know, Du hurt me
You hurt me!
I don’t want to know what Du think
I just want to know why Du made me think
I just know, I just know, Du hurt me
You hurt me!

Hey you, runaway
I’ll take that way
Don’t Du say
Don’t Du follow me
Now Du just do, what I want……..

I don’t know what Du mean…..
I just know you’re so mean…….
I don’t want to think about it
I just want Du to be never seen
I don’t know what Du mean……..
I just know you’re so mean………
I don’t want to think about...

Me:Okay i wrote this short story after watching the lion king, and if Du think i'm doing some sort of copy righting well... oh crap =). anyway please tell me what Du think..and rate. Pretty pleaes, with cherries on top, smothered in chocolated, coated with sugar, sprinked with M&Ms topped off with whipped cream. Be warned, in my opinion its a sad story okay begin

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I screamed as I felt myself sliding...

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