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posted by ginax0o
Something has severely struck my curiosity
Did he know of his ill fate?
What were his last thoughts?
Did he even have any?
If so were they about his family?
If his life flashed before his very eyes,
Did he have any regrets about what he saw?
What were his last words?
So many các câu hỏi about this stranger dying before my very eyes ,
whom I know absolutely nothing about.
The touchiest of subjects and its stuck on my mind
Truthfully, the only people who know the answer
are forever gone.
When time comes for me to know the answer
What will I be thinking about?
Will I know of what is to come of me?
Who will I think about?
What will my last words be and who will they be to?
And when my very life flashes before my eyes,
Will I regret what I see?
It’s amazing how life is full of surprises,
One một phút you’re living life up
And the very tiếp theo your gone in an instant. POOF!
Once someone is gone they are gone forever.
bạn can never talk to them again no matter how badly
bạn want to. And to hear old recordings or, see pictures of
them is priceless. Whenever I think about death a million
các câu hỏi come to my mind. I do not fear my own death,
but I fear the death of my loved ones, because living life
without them would be unbearable. I find it hard to
put all of my thoughts down as I type,
for I only have các câu hỏi with no answers.
Today I witnessed a man die,
And for the first time I began to think about what people
Are thinking as they’re dying. Since it is impossible to
know the answer I guess I’ll never know.
I’ve decided life is too short,
Nobody ever makes it out alive so why not live
Without any regrets why we have the chance,
So when our time comes we can look back with fulfillment.
If there is no escaping death and we do not know
What happens to us after death why worry about
Judgment after it? NO ONE is sure of what happens to us
after death so why do people worry about things like
Getting accepting into this place we call heaven
And so very afraid of hell. We are living in hell, as for
heaven I doubt its existence,
Not that I'm trying to force my opinion on anyone at all
But we all have a right to think what we please.
Life is a labyrinth and death is its outcome.
It’s that simple, we are like lab mice trying to find our way
through the maze, only instead of cheese we get death,
How lovely.
posted by rebaj2010
Preface
Three boys, one girl. None of them are fighting fare and they will do whatever it takes to get her. bạn my be wondering why she is so special, but to answer that câu hỏi bạn have to venture into these boys heads...


Chapter 1
Mika

"Oh no, my new tanktop" Heather wined bởi my side. She was so annoying, but so hot.
"Shut up, Heather" I đã đưa ý kiến getting up from the lunch bàn where hr had dropped pizza, bánh pizza sause on her màu hồng, hồng tank.
As I walked across the lunch room, ducking to avoid fling carrots, I glanced to my left. I caught Kate out of the corner of my eye. I paused and backed up a step. She...
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posted by zanhar1
Really old thing I dug up. Because I was reminded of it.

Elise stood before two paths. Upland trail, read the sign, rickety and made of moss eaten and decaying wood. And Downback Thickets, indicated its sister sign.
What a lonely, bleak place, Elise pondered. She looked skyward. The surrounding trees were rather intrusive, blocking her view of the foggy-quartz sky.
She nudged at a rock with her big toe.
Her big toe?!
“Where are my shoes?” She muttered aloud. When had she Mất tích them? How hadn’t she noticed the mud squishing between her toes? She looked over the ground.
No sign of her Uggs anywhere....
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posted by dragonwriter
Bullets fly through the air at a man behind a car. He rolls from the car to an alley avoiding the gun ngọn lửa, chữa cháy and makes a run for a motorcycle on the other side. Once getting there he pulls a .44 out of a saddle bag on the side and takes off as fast as it can go. No sooner than he hit the throttle the force was on him once again with heavy ngọn lửa, chữa cháy whizzing past his head. With them picking up speed he starts avoiding the incoming traffic hoping they continue to miss. He pulls the .44 from the bao da, holster and fires a few shots back. He turns back and holsters the gun and tries to stay ahead. After a few thêm blocks a tuần dương hạm, tàu tuần dương, chiếc tàu tuần dương gets beside him and shoots his back tire. The bike loses control and as he tries to turn it flings him off into the side of a parked car. With some broken ribs and a banged up leg and tries to run but hits the ground as an officer tackles him.
posted by para-scence
Inspired bởi the song, "Circle" bởi Flyleaf. :)

"His tim, trái tim ripped out to hiển thị me he loved me, but I wouldn't believe him. He did all that he could, I still would not believe him!"




I sat on the school bench, my head in my hands. The whole world was spinning, and I couldn't keep my balance. My tim, trái tim was encased in a thick glass of guilt. Nothing I could ever do would change this...

He had told me he loved me.

But he was my best friend; he couldn't feel that way about me. It just wasn't meant to be...

So I'd pushed it off. I'd laughed, and joked around with him about it. He seemed to go along with...
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posted by edwardsca
    It was a cold winter morning. The wind was a cold, nhanh, swift breeze. I was upstairs in my room turning page bởi page reading.I went down to eat my warm, golden biscuits on the old cracked wooden table. I went to go get the bucket and some water to wash up, the bucket was broken and the water was freezing cold like the rough winter nights. After my refreshing bath I went to go get dressed, I put on my áo sơ mi which was red as my own dear mother's quả anh đào, anh đào sweet lips. I zipped up my váy it was black like the midnight sky, and buckled my black shoes. I was walking down the dirt...
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Well,he walked up to me and he asked me if I wanted to dance.
He looked kind of nice so I đã đưa ý kiến I might take a chance.
When he danced he held me tight
And when he walked me trang chủ that night
All the stars were shining bright
And then he kissed me.

Each time I saw him I couldn't wait to see him again
I wanted to let him know that he was thêm than a friend
I didn't know just what to do
So I whispered " I tình yêu you"
And he đã đưa ý kiến that he loved me too
And then he kissed me.
He kissed me in a way that I've never been kissed before,
he kissed me in a way that I wanna be kissed forever more.

I knew that he was mine so I gave him all the tình yêu that I had
And one ngày he took me trang chủ to meet his mum and his dad
Then he asked me to be his bride
And always be right bởi his side
I felt so happy I almost cried
And then he kissed me.
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 trang chủ of the freely and Justified
Home of the freely and Justified
On a cold, dreary evening
Sleep was improbable
Emerging from my bed
Like a delicate butterfly
Raindrops pouring on my smooth, darkened window.
Pondering miraculous thoughts
About being a teen in America

Freedom to express myself as an individual
I want to relinquish my profound story
Being a teenager with freedom is
Hopeful
Rewarding
Honorable
Desirable

The past is behind me, the future is just beyond my grasp

Learning to be flawless through life's experiences

Having the pleasure to persue my ambitious talent

Being a teen in America simply is my stepping
stone to future greatness.
The only sound that could be heard in the large hospital of Melbourne was the continuous beeps from the room in which Jamie's daughter lay.

The white walls and the bright yellow lights were too much for Jamie too take and the câu hỏi which he dreaded to ask himself filled his head. First of all why is my precious Stephanie in here? Nothings wrong with her she stayed at Ashley's all weekend. What could have happened? and secondly why hasn't that receptionist stopped staring at me. She hasn't looked away since i sat down.
Jamie looked down at his watch, it was eight in the morning. He had been...
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posted by Cutebutcrazy--
My name is Gennive Mason.
I am 13 years old.
And oh yeah. I'm the last vampirehunter alive.
You pobally think it's so cool. " Oh yeah she's the last vampire hunter alve. bạn must be everyones hero." Wrong. No one and I repeat no one can know about me hoặc ma cà rồng hoặc warer Người sói hoặc shape- shifters hoặc witches. bạn see it goes against code. The sacred code of all night creatures even I have to fallow it hoặc I'm dead. bởi law it says if a vampire hunter tells anyone about the night creatuures they send some one then it's bye-bye hunter. Lovley isn't it. I find it kinda ironic. My job is to find and...
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posted by dragonwriter
I awoke a couple of hours later. I looked around for the old man but he was nowhere ti be found. I got out of the giường and starting walking to the front door to see if he went outside. When I opened the door there was nothing but black. When I turned back around he was standing there.
"Where were bạn going? bạn need your rest so go back and lay down." He went to grab my arm to lead me back to the giường but I pulled away. "My name is Shaun so stop calling me boy old man. I don't need to lay down, I need to go." As I turned back to the door he grabbed my arm. "Go where? bạn have nowhere to go....
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posted by inexplicable
I ran against the wind which came contrary to me.
I ran against the wind which approached me till I adhered to the parapet panting. Hardly anybody was thêm in the park although it was rather warmly and still not at all so dark. The sun just set and the water under me turned orange-red now. I needed a while, before I came to the quiet, then I did not chịu, gấu it any thêm and the tears forced her way. I knew that she lied. I knew that this not corresponded to the truth what she had đã đưa ý kiến to me. I did not have any proof for it but I could feel that there was something wrong. I did not want any more....
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posted by teamphantom
I’ll never forget the ngày I had encountered a ghosts with my best friends. And I will be happy to share that story with you.
It was August 20th exactly one week before the start of middle school. My best friend Alex and I sat outside on the curb and ate our half melted dâu, dâu tây ice cream on a cone. It must’ve been 95 degrees outside because we could feel our sweet dripping off our faces. We didn’t say much because the calefaction made us not want to be social. We sat there in silence and licked our ice cream.
“What do bạn think middle school will be like, Collin?” Alex broke the...
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