Inspirational Citazioni

*Genre: Fiction, humor, romance, :)*
Chapter 13
    The giorno after
    The successivo few hours were very painful, but we made it through it. Adam’s buddies appeared but never visited, which I am highly grateful for because Meredith and Talia are a handful already.
    So the successivo day, I wake up early with a headache that feels like my brain was taken out and is being prodded and I can still feel it. I sigh as I rub my eyes and take my lovely time to go downstairs. I had forgotten about the guys from the drama during yesterday’s sleepover...

Jet Avate sauntered into his apartment, his fingers cramping, and his eyes feeling glazed over. The sweet smell of fuel had buried itself into his nose and didn’t appear to be leaving any time soon. He went into the bathroom and looked himself over.

    “Another first place,” he murmured as he ran his hands through his dark hair, his dark blue eyes sparkling. “Another one-hundred grand.” Jet grinned. “And another guy who doesn’t know if they want to brutally murder me o worship me.”

    Jet had a reputation as the best strada, via racer of...

Gunshots fired across the streets as soldier upon soldier fell before their brothers; the blood seeped through the thin uniforms, offering no protection o comfort. The front line men had taken a beating, trapped in the city with the Bellators and cut off from their troops. Flames leap from between the buildings as reinforcements moved in with the flame guns, torching anything and everybody without the mark of the sword. Men and boys no older then ten could be heard screaming as the flames licked their skin and burning through the flesh. Battle had been going on all morning as battalion V35...

"I would like the first option please."

"Very popolare choice," he commented. He motioned with his fingers for me to follow him down the hallway. "You will a completely different person but with very similar personality traits and because we can't really have te killing yourself off again, I've decided to make your life horrid. te will be mistreated and unloved. te won't have much and te will not want it either."

"No fair," I said. "That isn't any different from my old life. I thought in this new life I would have a better life like nice parents and maybe a sibling o two."

"Actually, Ms. White,"...

~Genre: Fiction, fantasy~
17
Mikey
    Now, I’m not saying I was scared o anything, but I couldn’t help but feel a chilling sensation when I saw the stone again, still glowing, but brighter than before. It was like some twisted sick foreboding object, something that, as beautiful as it was, I didn’t ever want to see o touch again. We all stared at it, trying not to get to memorized as before. We were at some deserted park Terry use to come when she was a child, but after a kid died her parents shunned her from the place.
    How nice.
    “Okay…so,...

~Genre: Fiction, fantasy~
14
    Zaria
    “It’s a crystal, it’s a crystal, it’s a crystal, it’s a freaking glowing crystal!” Edith shouted staring at it with horrific fascination.
     “Should we keep it?” Iris asked, poking the thing hesitantly.
    Stilere glared at her. “Yes we should, this is what we’ve been looking for.”
    “What exactly is it?” Alex asked. “And why are we looking for it?”
    Stilere shrugged. “Well, for one I don’t think...

The twins woke early. It had been a dark, stormy night - even some of the big ones were scared. They sat up and stretched in unison before clambering out of their smooth wooden high-walled bed. They had previously found a way to push down the bars, making the jump on the other side much less challenging and not so hard on the derriere. They took the stairs one at a time, clinging on to the handrails on either side. The twins entered the living room, fumbling around in the dark for the matches to light the torches they had fashioned out of thick wood and coal. Once this was done, they crawled...

~Genre: Fiction, fantasy~     
10
    Stilere
    I could barely conentrate throughout the day, my mind kept on wondering. Why did we need to learn at a time like this? It feels like it was just yesterday that we were almost killed da this storm created from the book, and the school knows it too. Why risk it?
    The domanda asked for all layers, and I could tell I was really asking myself. Why risk it? For a book of all things, a few months fa if te detto I’d be counting ona book I would have laughed in your face,...

(I hate it when stories are not in paragraph form but I don't have time to change mine and out it in paragraph form. orso with me until the summer)

Chapter One The Last One Standing
I stared at the glorious sun shining through the thick glass windows. Why did I have to be caged inside of this place while my Friends were enjoying their summers? Johnny boasted all about how his parents were taking him all of the way to India. I have never been to India. Marcus, my other best friend, detto he was going to spend most of his summers staying inside relaxing. What am I doing? I am stuck here. Apparently,...

This one's from Lisa PoV
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During hall time, I saw Zoë and Ash sitting on the steps together. Ash had his head on Zoë’s shoulder. Zoë had wrapped her arms around his neck and was stroking his hair, whispering to him. She looked up when I came over.
    “Is he okay?” I whispered.
    “He’ll be alright,” she said.
    “What’s wrong?”
    She shook her head. “He won’t tell me. He doesn’t want to go home, though. Like,...

Okay, I changed Wesley from being homosexual to being pansexual. Just so te guys know.
Also, this chapter's from Zoë's point of view.

We had a substitute teacher. They’re the only ones who ever bother with the roll call. The other teachers do it for the first three days of school and then just give up on it.
    The substitute was one of those grumpy old ladies with the white hair and thin glasses that she wore on the end of her nose. She introduced herself as Ms. Norman. She pronounced it Mizzzzzz, drawing out the Z so she sounded like a bumble bee.
    She...

Ryker

“Ryker Fargo, please segnala to the office; Ryker Fargo.”
    Um, no, I won’t segnala to the office. It’s stupid that they call te on the loudspeakers to the office. Sound can’t make me go.
    I was in the library. Hiding, really, so I wouldn’t have to go. What if someone had figured out that I was the smoker?
    I was searching through the library. No sign of Ms. Levitt. Maybe she wasn’t here today. I pulled a cigarette from my pocket and lit it, took a drag.
    I heard the door opening. I snuffed...

Author's Note: Sorry I took so long with this chapter!
I was just so busy!
And as usual please commento it te loved it o if te found something wrong with it,cause I really want to improve my writing!
Lynn ❤
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Part Three:
In front of her was a sleeping girl hung da manacles from her wrists,she was on her knees head tilted downwards causing a mane of Jet Black hair to cover her face,and extending along both her arms were X shaped scars still oozing blood she wore what looked like a white sheet that covered her chest to just...

Ryker's point of view.
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I couldn’t go home. I just couldn’t make myself. I knew Sami was there, waiting, but I was worried if I got beat one più time, it would kill me. Then who would take care of Sami?
    I leaned against a large building and thought. Should I at least go tell her where I was? But then He might catch me. I decided that I wouldn’t go today. That would make sure that I was alive to take care of her. Anyway, I needed to sell what was in my backpack.
    I...