nghề viết văn Article: Was It All Worth It? (a poem)

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posted by Rae-Ash

What do bạn want from me?
A tortured body?
A broken soul?

What do bạn expect to happen?
As bạn kick me down
As bạn rip me apart

Tell Me!!!!!!!!!!

What do bạn want to happen?
As I close my eyes
And take my last breath

I đã đưa ý kiến I would stay
Till I took my last moment
But now I'm leaving
A victim no more

I lived with your love
The tình yêu bạn showed with your fist
I died because of that love
Your tình yêu was only Hate

Now someone else will take my place
Will live with your kind of love
Now someone else will receive your lies
Will know your treachery

What did I expect?
That you'd change?
That you'd learn to love?

What did I ever see in you?
That I ignored my needs
As I made excuses for you

Why Me!?!?!?!?

Why did bạn choose me?
When there were others thêm accessible?
When I did nothing wrong?

How could bạn do it?
When I begged for bạn to stop?
When it became so unbearable that I passed out?

Why did I let it happen?
When I knew I deserved better?
When I knew nothing would change?

This unending cycle
Was all bạn ever knew
Is all you'll ever have

'Cause no one wants an abuser
No one wants a murderer
No one loves a cheat

bạn may have my life
But you'll never take another
So as I leave this world
I just have one question...

Was it all worth it?

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Story-Writer Why are all the poems so long!!

Rae-Ash I don't know... when I write them I just let them flow. When I looked at what I had wrote, this is what was there.

Story-Writer Ohhhhhhhh........ I wrote a 2 stanza one.

The factory (just a temporary titel)

posted by QueridaPantufa

It was winter 1957. Everything was covered in snow and ice. It was the coldest time of the year. Especially for John Keensley. At the moment he was lying in the park, on a bench. He had put some old newspapers on him, trying to get a little bit warmer. It didn’t matter anyway, since it was snowing all night long. He hadn’t slept for about four nights now. Not since he escaped his prison, the orphanage. Now he was caught in a whole new prison. He spent the whole ngày trying to find food. He didn’t have any money though, so sometimes he lấy trộm, đánh cắp some thực phẩm to get through the day. When it started...

Hidden in the darkness (lies the ugly truth) chapter four

posted by I_DONT-KNOW

xin chào guys, i hope u like this one......

Destiny.i found it just where i was trying to
hide from it.

I dragged Jared into the side, and leaned him up against the wall. I used my sleve to wipe the most of his blood from his face, and checked the rest of his body. he seemed intact. I took another shaky breath to calm myself down; all that mattered was finding out the truth. I laughed, but it sounded; wrong. I dint nottice that jared had woke from the startled sound, and was staring at me shocked. i turned around to face him, and stopped abruptly. his eyes flicked to the blood on my sleve, and back...

One lonely sunday afternoon - song

posted by Aquamarina

I know it's short, I made it just for fun :)

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One lonely sunday afternoon
I sit in my chamber and have nothing to do
My tình yêu is far away
I wonder if (s)he's already forgotten me

So I sadly watch the sky
See the raindrops passing by

One looonely sunday afternooon...
One looonely sunday afternoon

One lonely sunday afternoon
I'm even as my hoa still out of bloom
I find some old photos, covered with dust
I cannot forget bạn although I know that I must

So I sadly let them fly
And this time I have to cry

One looonely sunday afternooon...
One looonely sunday afternoon

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Primrose High: Chapter 5: Lost?

posted by I_DONT-KNOW

HIII, WELL WHAT HAS BEEN HAPPENING? ROBYN, RICK, JADEN EVEAN JOCE LILY Rose Zander AND LUKE, HAVE ALL WENT INTO THE WOODLAND TO FIND GEMMA AND BRINGHER HOME, BUT WILL THEY ALL MAKE IT BACK OUT?

I woke up groggily, and was startled when i felt someones arms around my waist, i gently rubbed my hands tentively up then. Jaden. He has to di chuyển before anyone wakes up, i turned onto my other side so that i was facing him, "Jaden," i Whispered shaking him slightly, he snorted and opened his eyes, he seemed surprised to see me like i had, "You have to go back to where bạn where, if they see bạn the...

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That Wasn't Your Fight[Ch.11]

posted by HarryPLover

"Aymen."
I finished my prayer and hopped into bed. I was just completely exhausted. So I wouldn't think about how much I missed Matt I kept myself busy. Though it was keeping me busy it mad me very tired. Matt had only been gone 3 days though. Meaning, four thêm to dread. All I could do was sleep.
The tiếp theo morning wasn't as quite, hoặc as awful. I had gotten up way to early and figured I could watch some television. It was 4 in the morning; and just as I was falling asleep to Spongebob's voice a noise came from my computer went off. I skipped to the computer hoping it was Matthew. But, to my surprise...it...

Anoxia- Ch. 4

posted by Percysclique

Chapter 4- Near Death at Dawn
Princess Amorite woke to the sound of bells ringing throughout the castle. The warning bells. The guards knew Kaolin was missing.
Amorite’s tim, trái tim began to beat faster. It was beating to the rhythm of Kaolin running quickly out of the dungeon hours ago. She feared her tim, trái tim would leap right out of her chest. If the soldiers found Kaolin, he would be killed. Amorite couldn’t let that happen.
Outside the sun was starting to rise. Kaolin was probably almost out of the city.
Amorite had been Kaolin’s best friend since...

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Misty forest

posted by irena83

Throughout misty forest
bạn seek for spark of hope.
Your life held by
darkness thoughts,
anchor is
some place else.

Bad luck follows bạn
like a hook,
won't let bạn go,
won't leave bạn alone.

bạn smile today,
and cry whole eternity,
like that's your fate,
disturbing thoughts
to lie inside of you,
to take away everything
that bạn hope for.

Devil is calling your name,
leaves bạn not,
bạn don't see the Angel on
your shoulder,
trying to give bạn a strength.

bạn long for life
that bạn don't know of,
bạn seek for peace,
trying to get away
from misty forest
that stains your heart
into black.

A girl called Hayly chp1 Something different?

posted by house_of_nightx

Hayly's gucci boots

this is my first marvel fanfiction.i have a great idea and i hope u like it - charly x

Hayly's P.O.V

I guess your wondering what this story is about well its my story.My name is Hayly McCarthy and i was just a normal kid living in London,England that was until the last week of my 10th năm of school when i found out i was different than my friends,family and other students.

"Hayly wake up your going to be late for school." my mom called up the stairs.I moaned and forced myself out of bed,i took and vòi hoa sen and got ready for school.Today i decided to wear my rolling stones hàng đầu, đầu trang with my cut off skinny...

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Away - Chapter 1

posted by AvaMarch

Away, I ran. Not caring about how cold it was hoặc how bad my chest ached. All I knew was to run. To run fast and long. To get as far away as possilbe. My face and arms were getting sliced with passing branches but I didn't care. My legs carrying me further into the dark forest. My mind tried to process what had just happened, but I was still in shock. Both of my parents had just been murdered. And my father's last words were "Run, Lester, run." As any child, (I hope) I obeyed my father's last wishes, I ran. I didn't know if the murderers were after me hoặc not. It didn't matter.
It was the middle...

Gilbert's Story Part 1

posted by grissomsgirl

This isn't a timeline story Gilbert is three and this is my first try at fanfiction, so please be gentle!

All Đội điều tra hiện trường characters owned bởi CBS except for Grissom Junior, he's mine, I hope!

Hello my name is Gilbert Arthur Grissom Junior and this is my story, I was born three years cách đây in San Francisco to my mother Sara who was all alone at the time of my arrival, as I grew up Mommy kept making references to my father whom she wanted to either strangle for the lack of help hoặc Kiss him senseless, neither of which I understand about as I'm only three. Anyway after turning three that August I started...

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That Wasn't Your Fight[Ch.4]

posted by HarryPLover

I can began to see the side view mirrors fog up as I sit alone the car. Matt was still in the front yard, pacing back and forth, and back and forth. A part of me just wanted him to get in the car already but the other part of me just wanted to stay alone. As I began to get Mất tích in my thought I saw the car door open. Matt got in and didn’t bother to turn on the car. he didn’t look at me and I didn’t look at him. He finally turned on the car…slowly..but he turned it on. He sighed low enough for me not start the conversation. As he pulled out and started off on the road I just looked out...

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That Wasn't Your Fight[Ch. 1]

posted by HarryPLover

The roar of the cafeteria was getting out of hand. Some teens screaming in horror. Others encouraging the fight. Some just speechless. i tried my hardest to push through the crowd to see what was going on. I heard the chanting of kids saying “FightFight!” Along with my best friend’s name somewhere in there in that chant. Matthew never learned. Matthew is my best friend and he can never seem to stop and think before doing something. He speaks his mind too quickly and always thinks that people should either put up hoặc shut up. I’m not surprised that he would think that, I mean boys will...

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Just another Crush Chapter 1

posted by iluvPrinceMJ213

I look around the almost empty room that is only filled with my Queen sized giường and bàn with my laptop on it. I sit on the edge of my giường and lung lay, swing my feet. I look down at the Converse’s on my feet. When I look up Gabriel’s standing in the door way. “Big house huh” he asks? “Yea.” “I figure well find a way to make it homey.” Gabriel and his optimisticness. He sits tiếp theo to me on the edge of my giường and I lay my head on his shoulder and touch his flaxen blonde hair and rub his tan skin that matches my own. “Keaira it’s going to be ok mom at least talked Damon into coming with...

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Nick & Grace: Chapter Nine

posted by CullenProperty

Lola. I haven't đã đưa ý kiến much about Lola. And now that she's gone, it's like . . . well, it's like I don't have to say anything about her. Like all the memories, great times, funny sayings that were made up along with her have now vanished. I didn't even go to her funeral. What kind of friend am I? How dissapointed her parents probably are of me. I don't know what I'm supposed to do, I'm too embarrassed to go over to their house and talk about their dead daughter. I don't know what I'd do if they came over here; What would I say? "I'm sorry about your daughter, my best friend. She was like a sister...

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Nick & Grace: Chapter Four

posted by CullenProperty

It's our week for spring break and I've thought about calling Nick, but every time I dial his number, that's all I do, I always hang up. Sometimes I just hold the phone in my hands and it never makes it to my ear.
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I drive our old Chevy, towing my bug to Luy's with Dad and he unhitches it when we get there.
"Grace, I gotta get to work, maybe Nick can bring bạn home," dad says, looking tentifully at the nhà để xe part of the shop.
"But dad, what...

Making Memories: Chapter 3

posted by dancing_banana

Peter
After that argument everything changes. She’s always in my mind, always. Maybe she really was right I mean what she đã đưa ý kiến about things getting better makes sense even if it’s hard to. Life is hard, she was right. I mean Carl and Anne aren’t so bad. Having the other kids in the house isn’t that bad either. I just can’t get Kristen out of my head, she reached out to me and cared when no one else did, because of her I don’t feel like I’m losing it all the time. Every time I see her at school I hide behind the crowds, I’ll admit I’m ashamed of hiding...

The 3 hoa hồng (copaticion Entrey)

posted by Cries_Bloodlova

as i stand bởi the babbling brook i have 3 hoa hồng in my hand. Red Black n White. i Start to think, Why would i need theese 3 things, i dont. Each Rose Stand 4 sumthing, i Throw The red rose first,its for my love.Then its the blk Rose, for my heart, last a White one,for my soul, none of these do i need. 4 i am dead useless apon This Earth These 3 hoa hồng i No longer need. i watch as The Rose get torn up. my tình yêu Then my tim, trái tim then my Soul. Dead but alive. Yrs Past n i am now 54. the Red rose Grows n n now placed in my living room. The blk rose grows n is now over my bed, the White one,O so rare...

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Hunter

posted by Cutebutcrazy--

Ummmm. Sorry it's another vampire/ vampire hunter story. But its something ive been working on for like 3 years and i want to see what people think before sending it off to get published. So once again sorry and bare with me.

Dear Whoever.
1864. That’s when all of the problems started but of course I wasn’t born yet. So I can’t tell bạn what happened then. I can tell bạn that it still affects me today. That’s why I’m here. So I can tell bạn my part in this.
I was born into a rich, and royal family daddy’s daddy hit it big in the oil field. At least that’s...

To Live, A Nightmare Indeed: Entry Two

posted by AliceKinsley

January 16, 1815

Journal,
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    Bye Journal,
        Nadia

Ellie's life in Califorina

posted by Charlieminster

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The Ellie made her way across...