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posted by alicia386
This is a continuation of The Dying Ashes. I am Katherine Adams and I have received this manuscript my aunt had sent me weeks ago. She has gone missing. I fear for her life and I wish not to speak of her. I must continur this tale.

I knew Dylon very well. He was like a secondo father to me so his death took a great toll on me. To continue my aunt's research I have had to follow those four demigods very closely. I have learned so much about them. I think that maybe it is better to sposta from city to city so they can't get a good lead on where I am. So far it has worked.

Gabriel and Maycen were the sons of Zeus so they are the most dangerous. Their powers are not like any other demigod powers. They control not only the weather but sometimes they control your mood. Yes, shocking, I know. I have come up with the theory that since weather can sometimes have an effect on your mood, they have learned how to imbracatura weather and change it into something completely different. i feel angry sometimes when I am following them.

Elysia is the son of Hades as te probably already know. He mostly controls the dead. There are some cases that he could control the living and make them murder themselves but I wish not to see any of that.

Lastly, Arthur who I belive is the most dangerous. He is a son of Posiedon. The sea god. Arthur controls water mainly. It is extraordinary to watch him sposta the water in such a way that he could have created tsumani on the spot. Luckly I have not been around ot see him do that.

They meet every thursday at their cave. That is where they were today. They all wore black.

"Has anyone noticed Dylon's disappearance yet?" asked Maycen.

"His wife," Arthur replied. "She moved to Europa though. I felt her crossing the ocean on the boat."

"Should we follow her? She most likely knows whatever Dylon told her. What if she knew . . . the secret?" Gabriel looked to one person after the other. No one murmured a word.

Jade came in through the door. She refuses to wear any colori that aren't red o black. She is the twin sister of Elysia. He would never mention that though. "Hello boys," she greeted. "Did te honestly think te could avoid me forever?"

This is where I must stop. Too much information at one time can harm me. They know now. I can sense that they know what I am doing. If anything is to happen to me. I will make sure to hand this down to someone in the family. I only wish you, the reader, luck. If they know I am Scrivere this then they probably know that te are Leggere this. I fear for the both of us. I wish te the best of luck.
posted by Problematic129
*Thanks for all the comments, please don't copy and please read and review*
Chapter 4
    Be a disgrace, I’ll mess up your face
    “I’m loving this town, I mean one minuto in that hellhole and suddenly I’m popular. Can te believe it? I’m not even kidding, and this really hot girl was giving me the look, te know Zy, ‘the look’.”
    I nodded laughing as Azerien shoveled another handful of spaghetti into his mouth, father wasn’t home when we came back and we found he hired a maid. A bit weird and totally awkward, but...
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posted by rory2011
I was in my house waiting my father and my brother
I heard something ,it's calling me since I was a kid ,and it always say "weak up" even If I'm not sleeping
I want to leave my house ,I opened the door and felt the air touching my hair ,the sun was cold in my cheeks ,it was summer ,and I feel the cold winter coming and escaping autumn
I walked away from my house , this is the first time I feel my house is very hunting that way ,while I was walking there ,I realized one thing and it was the most important thing I should realized in my dark life
I'm now a real human ,I were always close to live...
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posted by para-scence
I'm drowning in dark waters. I'm in a dark, empty room, filled with nothing bit black water. I see a white light hanging above me, but I can't reach it. It feels like my feet are bricks, dragging me down into the charcoal ocean. No matter how much I struggle, my efforts are useless. I'm just wearing myself out. I finally let go, and stop fighting. I drift away under the waters.

I could feel myself floating around for a long time, yet I could still breathe. It didn't feel like I was breathing, but I didn't feel any shortage of oxygen in my lungs. I felt numb.

Then after what seemed like forever,...
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posted by wantadog
Missing
Chapter one



    So here I was. Alone in a small Arizona town that up until today had housed a bustling community. I have no idea what happened either. I woke up to find everything the way it usually was. Hyperactive brother, overprotective father, working mother. A normal life for a normal girl. My name is Juliet Grim.


    “Jules, wake up! Now!”
Juliet Grim woke up this morning like all the rest. With her father making a big fuss over her waking up and taking care of the animals. They could wait and ora o two, right? But according to him, “They...
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chapter (1)

it's raining outsaid ,david finished his work early today ,he took his sons from school and brought them back home
mary was daivd's wife and the mother of four children (kiven,poul, jack and kat ),when david and his sons entered the house mary was surprised seeing them in the house in that time
"you're early today "mary said
"yea ,mary can I talk to te in the cucina ?"david asked
"yea ,sure"mary said

mary and david sit on the sofa that their little where daughter sleep at night
"ok I don't know how to tell te this ,but we should sposta "david said
"move to where ? and why? "mary asked...
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posted by sawfan13
He woke up all alone in the darkness. He felt something
cold and metallic around his wrist. What the hell? What's going on? He had been handcuffed before, but not like this. He's an escape artist, illusionist even. He's a very famous man, living in the sinful and colorful city of Las Vegas, Nevada. Yet, why is he locked in this room all alone? He looked down and noticed he was shirtless. Where's my shirt? His muscular tanned abs were exposed in the dark room, as he felt his long dark hair touching his shoulders and below his neck. He pulled on the handcuff. Damn it! I've escaped out of these before! Why isn't it working now?

He heard footsteps coming, as his cuore started to race. He heard a giggle, as a blonde girl wearing his symbols and clothing line stood before him. She smiled in a sinister way, "Hello, Mr. Angel! We've been expecting you!"
posted by hgfan5602
Hope still blazes
Inside me.
I know I can do this.
It's possible,
And hope is entirely on
My side.

I believe I can do this.
I shall soar like an eagle
And touch the sky.
Reaching my dreams,
Achieving my goals.

While the war still blazes away
Outside,
I have a dream
That one day,
Somewhere,
There will be peace.

Everyone will live in harmony
That day,
Peacefully,
Never before to be engaged
In the horrible shackles of war.

Though difficult,
I believe in myself.
I believe in my country.
I believe in the world.
I believe that we can do this.
Hope still blazes.
posted by para-scence
“Craig! Get up! We’re going to be late!“ My sister Rachel pounded her fist on my door. I reluctantly opened my eyes to look at the clock. I had only ten minuti to get ready. I cursed under my breath and got dressed quickly, not bothering to grab anything to eat. I got to Rachel’s car just before she was about to ditch me. I tried to catch up on my algebra homework on the car ride to school.

“You really should’ve done that yesterday,“ Rachel scolded me. “You’re failing as it is.“ Of course, little miss perfect always had to tell me what I was doing wrong, even if she was...
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posted by hgfan5602
I am a broken-winged eagle
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.

Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.

One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway

Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.