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posted by Kimi4312
Chapter One:Broken Hearted Boy,
In a small town texas, two twin girls named Hayley and Hayden lived with their grandparents for all their life since they were born, Hayden has long dark brown hair with red steaks and beautiful brown eyes and glowing skin, Hayley has short light brown hair and brown eyes and she look identical to Hayden as twin, they also live with their anut Alice who has blonde hair and hazel brown eyes and tan skin, the twins went to school one day, Hayley notices her twin looked so sleepy and had no sleep "are bạn okay?" Hayley ask Hayden "no I just had a bad dream last night" Hayden đã đưa ý kiến shaking in terror, "what is it?" Hayley asked "I seen a teenage boy killed himself"Hayden whispers, "oh my god bạn should call the cops" Hayley đã đưa ý kiến "no he didn't look too real to me" Hayden đã đưa ý kiến staring at Hayley, Hayley sees Hayden is afraid from her nightmare, the girls heard the chuông, bell rings "let's get inside" Hayley đã đưa ý kiến and holds Hayden's hand and went inside of school, while in class Emma, Stacy and Tracy are a được ưa chuộng girls who always make fun of Hayden because of her belief in ghosts and the spirit world, "hey ghost girl" Emma calls her Hayden stare at Emma with hateful look "what do bạn want?" Hayden ask "just to talk" Emma đã đưa ý kiến in a mean tone of her voice, she push the sách down to the floor forcing Hayden to pick them up, a tall redheaded blue-eyed girl with very pale skin watches and finds it stupid of the girls to hurt the young girl, the pale girl went to help Hayden to pick up the sách "are bạn okay?" the girl asked her "no I just hate my life" Hayden đã đưa ý kiến the girl picked up the sách for Hayden "here" she đã đưa ý kiến and gave the sách back to Hayden, Hayden begins to feel a connetion between her and the girl, the girl gave her a happy smile and walk out of school, "she is so nice" Hayden thought "but I felt like I knew her somehow" Hayden thought again "hey are bạn okay?" Hayley asked Hayden "yeah I'm okay" Hayden đã đưa ý kiến smiling and the girls went home, while in the car heading to their home, a teenage boy pale and his wrist is covered in blood and he has black hair, brown eyes and pale skin and bloody lips his skin age looked like a 17-year-old and he stares out the window waiting for the girls to come trang chủ and Alice đã đưa ý kiến "they will be back I promise" the teenage spirit looks at Alice and went to the other room, Alice walked to her parents "Mom, Dad how long should we keep this from Hayden and Hayley?" she asked "just until they meet them" her mother đã đưa ý kiến "they want us to protect the girls" she đã đưa ý kiến again looked concren then the girls came in "grandma, grandpa we're home" the girls đã đưa ý kiến "welcome back" Alice đã đưa ý kiến and hugs the girls, when night falls, the redheaded girl who Hayden met at school hunted down one of Emma's Những người bạn and bited them and teared their flesh out of them and drinked their blood, she sit on her knees and cries with her hands covering her face, "why they made me like this?" she asked herself and started crying with blood tears breaking down from her broken ice heart,End of chapter one
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posted by para-scence
"...What do bạn mean?" Mom asked. We'd told her about the rent. I had managed to get off the table, but I had to lean against the counter for support. My leg was so sore.

"Mom," Paige đã đưa ý kiến slowly. "We're going to get evicted if we don't pay it."

"So just pay it," she said, oblivious to the seriousness of the situation.

"We can't," Paige said. "We have no money."

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"We used it to pay the hospital bill last month. So Matt had offered to pay the rent, and he didn't. Now we're in trouble." Mom was quiet for a moment, then rolled her eyes and...
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posted by Insight357
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posted by K5-HOWL
A little long but worth the read...





Two Choices

What would bạn do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a cú đấm
line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My câu hỏi is: Would bạn have
made the same choice?

At a fundraising bữa tối, bữa ăn tối for a school that serves children with
learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a
speech that would never be forgotten bởi all who attended. After
extolling the school and its
dedicated staff, he offered a question:

'When not interfered with bởi outside influences, everything
nature does, is done with perfection.

Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn...
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posted by livethislifeup
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With radiation treatment, and surgeries here and there, the cancer came back every năm until our twelfth...
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Hey! everyone! thanx for đọc and commenting on my articles! HOPE bạn ENJOY THIS ONE!

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posted by Dearheart
For Kay, my dear sister in Jesus. May this small tale help to remind bạn how beautifully and wonderfully made bạn are in the eyes of the Great Artist.

~~ Beautiful ~~

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One day, he was painting something extra special. His brush dipped in and out of the swirling màu sắc and flew across the canvas in expert strokes; dabbing here, blending there, moving swiftly in a joyful, marvelous...
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posted by WildCherryWolf
Dear You-Know-Who,


How can bạn not read my body language? When bạn present, I barely look up. I barely clap. I barely look at you? And yet, when my Những người bạn present, I go wild. I clap, I cheer, I am constantly looking at them. I even think bạn touched my hair!!!!


I know bạn were impressed when I rocked up in the multipurpose area covered in blood and bruises. A door hit me, sent me flying into a pole and sent to the cement for goodness' sake! bạn hung around, I can tell. Yu stayed longer than I expected bạn to. At least bạn didn't see me when tears were flooding down my face. hoặc when I hit the...
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posted by Chaann94
So I came up with this letter-like story. It's based on me and my secret crush. Please tell me if bạn liked it hoặc not!

Dear you,

From the moment I met you, bạn were different from all the other people I've met before. Especially the way I felt about you. Sure I've had crushes before, but I act different around you. When bạn don't agree with me, bạn ask these các câu hỏi that hurt my feelings. bạn make those các bình luận that make me feel bad and make me want to cry thêm than I want to laugh. Normally I would have broken off contacts with a person like that long before he hoặc she would have gotten so...
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