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posted by Luna-Lacrimosa
Built For Sin
Darkness poured into the hybrid's room, filling the room with great depression. Rain drops made little trails down the window, almost like tears, down the cool glass surface of the window. Luna still needed to risposte to her questions. Why was she here? What does she need to do? Why did her cuore finally feel warm after what Hades told her about Leon's feelings?! The risposte never showed up to her, no matter what she thought o did.
A big bewilderment sigh danced in the cool quiet air of the depressed dark room. Luna crashed her head into her hands and grabbed a hold of her hair in frustration. "W..why why why?!?!" Luna felt there was a cuore attack sleeping in her chest! She cant come up with conclusions! Luna stood up with quite difficulty. She was shaking and knocking things over like she was drunk. Her face was dark; her bangs were clamped to her forehead and the side of her face. Nothing of her identity was exposed, due to her bangs and her hand over her dark face.
Everyone heard thumping and crushes coming from Luna's direction. Well...by everyone there was only Hikema and Mileena. Luna murdered Thomas when Ruby took over her body. Leon was exausted after the cerca for Luna. "I knew something was wrong." Mileena thought angrily with slight of worry. Luna walked with her hand over her right eye and had an evil look in the other. Her ruby red eyes looked the portal to hell and darker and deeper than Satan's herself! The luminating monlight that was peeking through the curtains that belonged to the windows, revealed half of Luna. It was as if it was expressing both sides of Luna, the Angel side was in the light and the demon side was in the shadows...making her eye lit brighter but più violent.
Luna was so Lost that she fell down the flight of steps very hard and fast. "Lord Luna!" Mileena and Hikema ran towards their demon Lord and helped her up but was only pushed away. The glare that she dato her sevants made them shudder and back down. Luna never removed the hand in front of her eye because it was hurting her, it was the eye that eye that got sprayed on da Thomas's blood. She missed him and it hurt like hell...
"Why were te keeping your identities from me? I'm your Lord, damn it! I made te all what te are today!" Luna shrieked sadly with slight confusion. The domanda was always why...Mileena almost had a cuore attack, she could've sworn she saw a tear go down Luna's left cheek, but as soon as the tear started to go down her face it turned to blood...Her other eye wasn't crying since it was covered da her hand and it stung badly!
"Lord Luna," Mileena started calmly and soothingly,"We didn't want to tell te because we Amore te and we thought you'll hate us if we weren't normal..." Millena took a deep breath as Hikema watched shyly and had her fist over her mouth in a nervous way. She could sense others feelings, after all she was an angel...with no wings, and probably will never have them. "Also, we did it to protect you!" Luna was tooken back da her servant's statement. She didn't know they were protecting her! Luna's glare became più sharp as the blood trail from the earlier tear dried up.
"Protecting me?! From what?" she asked with confusion and slight anger. Mileena sighed before looking Luna straight in the eye.
"From Ruby of course! She was never able to come in here due to my spell protecting the temple and Thomas' guardian heart. Hikema helped me with the spelll...but.." Mileena's voice softned, "when Leon came and invited her and detto that you'll Amore their company I had to put the spell down and well...Ruby made te kill Thomas afterwards...destroying the guardian hearts..."
Luna sighed and she started to walk away towards the entrance doors. It was badly thunderstorming and since it was winter time, the rain turned to hail...and it was very dark and cold outside.
"Lord Luna, dont go!" Hikema shouted, but her out burst didn't change the hybrid's mind. Instead she kept walking, covering her eye with her hand. Hikema couldn't see her beloved Lord go on like this! She had to do something..she knew how much emotional and physical pain Luna was going through . She knew Luna cared for Leon deeply...and seeing him so helpless in the bed, exausted cause of her made her feel like a failure...
Hikema dashed towards Luna...Mileena reached out her hand in a "hey wait" motion...but Hikema reached Luna and hugged her...
Yes, she hugged Luna! Luna suddenly came to a sudden halt. Feeling her arms around her mid-section, Luna made no movement...Images of Luna's killer face...blood splattered across her face, her wide demon eyes, and the maniac smile on her face...took over the wingless angel's mind, causing her to cry. "Please, please,please Luna, don't go...!" Hikema pleaded. Luna could tell she was crying due to all the sniffing and hicking, also her camicia in the back was getting slightly wet. Hikema wrapped her arms around Luna tighter as she burried her face on the Lord's back. "Luna, te feel like Heaven.." Being with Luna always felt homey to Hikema...she deeply desired her Lord, so much that she wanted to be with her forever...
"Luna," Hikema called out softly,"eat my heart." Luna developed a facial expression that screamed shocked and suprised. "Please...I beg of you!" Hikema cried out as her tears became più insistent. Luna turned around slowly to face the crying angel. Hikema let go of the Lord and glanced up to read Luna's facial expression, which was shocked and suprise masked, but her eye...her eye read coldness, cuore lonely, and every moment the Angel could feel Luna slipping away, turning into something else. Something that Ruby wanted her too!
Luna kneeled down until she reached face to face with Hikema. Luna removed the hand from her eye to stare deeply into Hikema's eyes. Luna was shocked of all the emotions that were presented in front of her and all from one person! Luna read sadness, hope, deep Amore and care, and worry in her servant's eyes. Luna cupped her hands around the angel's face, trying to reassure her. " I can't do that. te mean to much to me and you've been with me since I got here to this world." Hikema's face saddened even più at the words of her Lord. Hikema looked down, but her face got lifted up da Luna. Luna smiled softly...which frightned Hikema since the smile didn't mean anything..it just wasn't the same! To Hikema, the softness of her smile was just Luna's deception side talking....she knew this wasn't Luna. Yes Luna would still kill and have that face, but walking out and asking why isn't her. Luna never been this clumpsy o depressed...not until Leon came...
Hikema started thinking in her head..."Lord Luna NEVER acted like this, went crazy after finding out the truth! If Leon NEVER came o if Leon could've stayed in his house like he should've have, this would've NEVER happen! She wouldn't have found out if he wasn't here and let in Ruby and Midnight! But...I respect Leon and all he ever done for Luna..he loves her alot and he traveled for 3 days and nights to just find her...in that kind of weather!" Hikema kept staring into Luna's eyes as she bit down on her lower lip. The più she stared into her eyes, the più she wanted her to eat her heart. "Luna, please," she pleaded sorrowfully. Luna sighed before embracing the child. The detto child's eyes widened at the hybrid's motion...she was gentle. She never realized how smooth and milky Luna's skin was...Luna had such a beautiful smell...it was a combination of caramelle rose and latte strawberries.
The Longer she stared at Luna, the più she saw Shina. Shina was the most beautiful Angel in the world. She helped orn Luna da fusioning with her Demon Hikaru. A flash ack of Shina growing crazy after her only family memer died, her mother....Shina had a coltello in her hand, a face of pure hate and terror, tears of hate not sadness o joy, blood splattered night gown, white wings spread out, and blood splattered all over her face and hands..."Say so long to innocence..." Hikema thought as she broke herself out of her trance.
Luna stood up, breaking the heavy gaze. She held out her hand towards Hikema. Hikema softly smiled as she accepted Luna's hand. "One day, Luna, te will turn the night into the dawn; te are as bright as the moon!" Hikema thought. Their hold on eachother's hand didn't sposta o change. Luna embraced her again più gently than the first time.. "I'm ready," the Angel whispered. Luna used her free hand to do this operation...The Lord's hand went transparent and ghost-like. She slowly pushed it through the angel's chest. Hikema smiled againist Luna's chest. She was happy...she would be with Luna forever. Mileena just watched in amazement. She never knew Hikema cared THAT much.
Hikema could feel her cuore turn to ghost as Luna's hand clenched her hand around it...Luna quickly pulled it out, she didn't want to do it slowly cause it would be più painful..for both of them. Hikema's beautiful green smeraldo eyes widened before she smiled againist the hybrid lord's skin and faded away; her smile never weavered.
Tears started to slide down Mileena's face as she saw Luna stare at the innocent angel's cuore in her hand. Luna's eyes were filled with great sadness and regret, but her face was emotionless; a mask of indifferent. "Luna! Don't just stare at it! Fufill her wishes!" She shrieked. The sourcer back stepped when Luna sharply but evilly glared at her. "Luna...what have te become?..." she thought.
Luna gently pushed the ghost cuore into her chest, feeding herself. A tear went down her face as she looked down. "I can't be around here..." she mumbled under her breath. Mileena keen could pick up her words that were spoken so softly, but if a mere human was in this room right now, they wouldn't be able to hear her words. Mileena raised an eyebrow in domanda at Luna's statement.
"What do te mean?", she asked with quite confusion. Luna looked up slowly, her bangs covering her eyes in a creepy way, her face was dark, but tears were strolling down her beautiful pale face. Mileena knew Luna was crying, but for what? Luna sighed depressingly, but she didn't glance at Mileena once.
"Leon, is getting hurt because of me...I can't be around anyone!" she clenched her fists da her side as she gritted her teeth. Mileena took a step back, fearing her Lord.
"Luna, don't say tha-", she was cut off when she heard Luna's sobbing. Luna was crying hard now! Crying because of Leon! A human!
"Don't Mileena, just dont..," her voice softned as she glanced back down to the ground. "I just killed Hikema and Leon is exausted because of me! te guys are being haunted da Ruby and my fiancee Midnight! Don't te get it?!" She screamed. "ME! IT IS BECAUSE OF ME!" Mileena sighed as Luna's anger began to cool off, she strolled towards Luna to comfort her, but was only pushed away.
"Luna...if te care that much...then let Leon go..." she mumbled. Luna's head shot up like a bullet. This was a good idea...a perfect idea! Without her, Leon wouldn't get hurt!
"yeah, alright." Luna walked upstairs, leaving a worried female sourcer behind. Luna quietly walked upstairs in the dark hallway. Only the shafts of moonlight glanced upon Luna. The most beautiful quiet breathing ever to dance in the hybrid's ears belonged to Leon. ...

Luna leaned againist the door frame of the boy's room, glancing upon his peaceful, yet heaving body. She softly smiled her true smile as she walked towards him. She sat on the edge of the bed, beside him. The letto creaked, making the boy turn and lay on his back. Luna's facial expression morphed into the sadness one yet. "Thank you...Leon Trinity...you will always be remembered in my heart. Please, don't be angry. I am erasing me from your memory and life..so te don't get hurt because of me..." She leaned in, closing the distance between their faces...she was about to baciare him!! Luna closed her eyes slighty as she leaned closer to his beautiful rose petal lips. She was an inch away! Just a little closer...then the clock chimed midnight. Luna suddenly came to an hault, eyes opened wide in shock...."Im am only built for sin...i can't tint your lips..and body...but your memories and mind won't be for long...because I'll be gone.." she whispered sincerly. The moon sighed as it's light started to go dim..and owls could be heard outside in the dark night...
 Luna Lacrimosa (Rouch draft of her)
Luna Lacrimosa (Rouch draft of her)
posted by T-lover
what I'm Scrivere isn't exactly an articolo , but I hope te will enjoy it ^_^ ..

Girl; Do I ever attraversare, croce you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do te like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do te want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would te cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would te live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would te do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me o you'r life ?
Boy; My life .

The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....

*The reason te never attraversare, croce my mind is because te are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like te is because I Amore te .
*The reason I don't want te is because I need te .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if te left is because I would die if te left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for te is because I would die for te .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do te anything for te is because I would do everything for te .
*The reason I chose my life is because te are my life .
posted by Bella_Swan3
Taylor had never shadow-walked with no destination in mind. Shadow walking was something she was slightly afraid to do. It made her feel unbalanced, as if she had been dato too much control. Like standing on the edge of a cliff, the wind pushing te to jump, and some part of te secretly wanting to succumb to it's persuasive power.

She opened her eyes to the flat, glassy expanse of water in front of her. The tiny sliver of the moon was distorted da the waves.

Granted, shadow walking allowed her to appear wherever she wanted, but to her, it also served as a constant reminder that she was not...
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slowly climbing

inch da inch

bringing me closer

to my doom

farfalle of

anticipation

flutter nervously

in my stomach

knuckles whiten

jaws clench

what have I

gotten myself into

the suspense

is killing me

I'm going to hate it

I'm going to Amore it

I might lose my lunch

but I don't care

heaven help me

here it comes...

...

I hold my breath...

...

and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!
Billy’s p.o.v
“I can’t believe girls got a ghost hunt” Rocco mumbled. We were all bummed the girls always got the good cases. “Yeah, I heard it’s about a guy who had scratched on his back” Max said. I sighed. “What cases do we have?” I asked Caleb looked down at his computer. “A girl says that her boyfriend was on a hiking trip and he hasn’t called o communicated with her since last week” he said. I rolled my eyes. “Do te think there’s anything to worry about?” I asked them, they all shrugged but Caleb nodded. “Even if there isn’t we have to help her anyway”...
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posted by gossipgirlxoxo
I walked in and saw Dawn and Thor. I walked over and gave them both a look. “Where are mom and dad” I asked looking around the house. Dawn smile. “Still in Australia” I looked at Dawn with a confused smile. “Well then what’s going on” I asked. I was angry at Thor and Dawn and not because of Liz o that mom and dad were still in Australia, but because they weren’t telling me anything. “Well?” I asked. Thor looked at me but he didn’t smile he just stared at me. “We were told to go home, we don’t know anything” he detto in a mollusco, vongola voice. I heard a bang, I turned and saw...
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posted by CheeryDavis
Hi, so this is my first story put on here! It's in poem style so i thought what the fieno i'll post it! so here it is:

the sky turns black and gray
all the color withers away
but in your arms i will stay
come what may

the lights could dim
the sky could fall
the world could stand still
but your arms are all i can feel
and in them i will stay
come what may

the waves come crashing
pulling me into the deep
but your arms are all i can feel washing over me
and as te pull me up and hold me close
i know that te will never let go
in your arms i will stay come what may

the sky shines bright for the first time is...
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posted by iluvtheshow
I remember the giorno I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for te love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place te could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with più fuoco then te could ever imagine.
più passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the giorno I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.

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This is dedicated to my first real pallacanestro, basket coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
posted by CullensFinest13
te hurt me I hope te die I cant belive I trusted te I cant belive I loved te I cant belive I stayed up and worried that te wouldnt call. I cant belive that i loved te i trusted te and cared for you. im tired of te its time i let te go but your always there te wont leave me alone...its time for te to leave so never come back walk out of my life i am going to lock my door and never let te back in stay out so i can be happy te need te need to die let me live my own life te shouldnt be controlling me anymore im not property im a human and i dont belong to the likes of you, te were...
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posted by vampiress015
I presuming we all joined this spot 'cos we Amore to write, right? If so then te all know what I'm talking about when I say that we all Amore our main characters and sometimes want to make them the best people in the world.

B-O-R-I-N-G

Yes, we want to make our main character gets the best out of the story, since it's their story. But if they're the best people in the world it doesn't really make them believable and then the reader just doesn't care about them (which is hard to understand cos we as the writer Amore em, but unfortunantley it's true)

So here is my step-by-step guide to make sure that...
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posted by Sweet_Pants
Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.

I dream of all things

Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts

Within these thoughts as dark as sea

When once those wings of black

Hung over all

Shadowing but of the wretched white

That blinds me of all beauty.

I dream of all things

From happiness to highs

Let down these pills

o I’m gone, retreat inside my mind

Where none but the darkest thoughts

Swallowing twilight

I dream of all things

From the stories told da hidden scars

Unable to mostra themselves

Under this intense scrutiny

That makes up this world’s attire

To the times that I could be happy

Without a drug to create

The much-needed illusion...


I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
posted by mrs-mindfreak
I decided to do a story where I put my iPod on shuffle and start writing. Lucky for me, all the songs were basically sad o angry music. So this is what I came up with :)

The rain pattered on the windows drowsily, drowning out Alana’s choking sobs. She sat in her preferito wooden rocker, and buried her face in her hands miserably. Her black hair clung to her sweaty face. Her clammy palms were wet from tears. She never wanted to sposta from that spot again. Although she was filled with irrevocable remorse, she felt comfortable there. No one in the house, rain falling softly outside, and just...
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‘You shouldn't have shot the dog.’ That single thought reverberated inside my head, knocking from side to side, smashing at the sides of my skull until I had to put my hands to my temples in a futile attempt to stop the pain. The man sitting successivo to me took a swig of his whiskey, the glass bottle knocking against his yellowed and rotten teeth. His other hand held onto the steering wheel, maneuvering the car down the winding and deserted stretch of highway. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the passenger side window, willing my head to stop pounding. From the radio, the soft strains...
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 The Writer Behind the Words
The Writer Behind the Words
Luck has little to do with link. A long lasting Scrivere career doesn’t just happen. A writer can burst onto the scene and quickly disappear. Another can have a series of hits then write a bunch of flops and never be heard from again. The difference between a long lasting career and one that burns out is strategy. Here are seven rules to help te find the right strategy for te and get te started on your journey to long lasting success.

Learn the power of focus. For most of us, we have più than enough to do on a daily basis. And when it comes to any Scrivere project the lista can grow exponentially-...
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In the years following the war the Ministry of Magic struggled to regain the public's trust whilst people struggled to find peace of mind in the uncertainty of Voldemort's disappearance. In 1985 letters start appearing with a very concerning o very hopeful kind of message, depending on your point of view and personal beliefs. They are so anti-establishment, in parts so truthful, and thus potentially dangerous that the Ministry controlled Daily Prophet won't pubblica them o any talk about them on the Readers' Column.

The letters lay out a vision of future where the Ministry no longer exists...
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The fragrance of scotch pine and blue abete rosso is pungent in the air, amplified da the heat of late June. o so te think it is June. This place feels oddly void of time. te open your eyes to see a sun hazed over da stratus clouds. From all angles te spy familiar wooden structures.
You are back.

You sit up with your legs tucked under your bottom and bask in the estival air and all of the scents that waft within it. te furrow your brows, thinking that it is not as clean as before. Even so, the place hums with earthy energy. A stronger gust of wind picks up the hem of your camicia and flutters...
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te wake up under a shady willow with a vague semblance of what te had dreamt.
You have dozed off again. And no wonder, there is a good book in your lap and your preferito songs are still crackling through your earbuds. te ought to replace them, they are going bad. te pull them out and decide to listen to nature’s Musica instead. The soft gurgle of the pond coupled with catkins rustling against each other has always been your preferito blend of sounds. Every now and again your ear is filled with the nearly undetectable buzz of a cicada humming past. te aren’t quite sure, but te think that...
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posted by Epismatic
The Man With No Eyes Collection (3): Mask




When the curtain rises, all is forgiven.

I’ll brush it all off with a movie-star smile,

A genuine laugh, but my eyes must be hidden,

The truth they contain is considered too vile.

My voice is a song that will play through your ears,

And invite te to dance to the sound of my tune,

I take a bow, deeply, and drink in your cheers,

I’ll always remain here,

You’ll come see me soon.

A new giorno is dawning,

“Quick, put on your mask!”

And hurry outside, meet the crowd.

“Where’ve te been?”

With fanciful risposte to all that te ask,

I’ll always wait here for...
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posted by WritingBookWorm
So, one of my New’s Years Resolutions this anno it to write more. So, I decided to make this:

The goal is to write something every day.

Starting on the 31st of January, every giorno there is a vague word, idea, object, question, statement o anything. te can take it anyway te want.

Then each giorno te should write what it tells te too o something inspired da it. Whether it be a poem, a small scene, a character description, journal entry, short story o even just one really well crafted sentence.

Even if the prompt confuses you, o te have no ideas just write something! It’s a great exercise...
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posted by LadySilverSoul
This is my opinion. It is not meant to offend, o disrespect anyone.

I'm still in my twenties, yet I am tired. I am tired in the deepest marrow of my bones. As I type this, I find myself taking long pauses between sentences. It is like my mind and body knows my intent to use expressive vocabulary, will still fall short of the actual circumstances of which I write.

Many of us, at least on the outside, believe that racism is wrong. Many of us, at least in the face of others, shake our heads at it. I'm not talking about the racism that causes physical pain for others, but the racism that is perpetuated...
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posted by CielXlizzy19
This is an old draft I've had sitting here for about three years. Cleaned it up sorta, but it's still not at par with my current work. I wanted to keep most of the fonte material as close to what I wrote three years fa barring some grammatical/diction fluency errors, mostly for a little look into how much I've changed. I just couldn't orso letting it sit in here anymore. I'm not super into fanfiction, fanpop, o even K-pop anymore for that matter, but I knew I had to put this out there in some form o fashion. Let me know if te want me to write anything chapter, o do something else with...
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