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Let me tell te the story of how I got here. It was the fourteenth of January, 2011 in school. Here they have alchemy classes when the students learn how to use specially shaped circular diagrams called transmutation circles to flow energy from their bodies through another object to transmute, o change, one object into another. In this class the only notable ones are the teacher, Mrs. Black, an elderly lady with bad memory and no experience with technology, the idiot, Justin, a light skinned black young man, the other idiot, Ben, a dark skinned black young man with black glasses, and me, Harrison, a ridiculously tall white young man who is usually quite gentle.
Justin lives to make everyone mad at him, that’s basically all he does in class. He can do basic alchemy but I have been able to make più advanced stuff like phones and even small computers. But one giorno Justin just drove me over the edge.
Mrs. Black left the room to go pick up copies of the homework that she was about to assign and Justin walked up to the front of the class with something shoved in his pants; laughing about having a “boner”, and then he proceeds to pulling paper out of his pant’s zipper. “Justin, stop being an idiot and go sit down.” I said. He didn’t even listen but continued to pull paper out of his pant’s zipper while Ben was laughing at him loudly. This was when I had enough, remember me saying I'm normally gentle, well I really snapped and begun drawing a transmutation cerchio on my left hand. This got Justin’s attention. “Why should I have to sit down, te can’t boss me.” He said. “Oh yeah? Watch me.” I said. And I placed my left hand onto the wooden scrivania, reception surface and transmuted it into a 6 foot bamboo bow with a bamboo arrow, and aimed it at Justin. I was getting ready to shoot the bow until I saw him do some alchemy of his own. He made a Japanese sword with his alchemy but regardless I shot the bow anyway. He was fast enough to be able to block the arrow, something that the samurai in Giappone did and where able to do because of the large arrows used. I was a martial artist too and knew exactly how to deal with a sword, a weapon called the jo, o a 4.18 foot wooden staff. I used the bow to form a denser and più ridged but shorter pole about five feet in length because of my height. I assumed the proper stance for a Jo as I learned in jodo; I stood with my left foot in front with both knees bent and my left foot just slightly above the ground. I had my hands positioned just as I would with a sword and held out the jo just the same way. When he walked towards me with his sword I simply slid the jo back in my hand so that now I am holding the jo with each hand on the tips of the jo, I lifted my left hand right above my head still holding the jo da each tip and when I let my left hand drop under my head I slid my left hand down the jo and I struck the side of his sword. My angle was just right and I caused the sword to stab right into his foot. While he was busy grunting in pain I stepped inoltrare, avanti with my left foot and then slid my right foot up and jabbed him in the throat. He dropped the sword and held his throat, with any luck I crushed his windpipe and he will suffocate to death. He was tough I have to give him that because he just got up and cracked his neck and pointed the sword at me again. I had a better plan this time because obviously jabbing his throat will be to slow of a death. I ran into the back of the classroom and used the transmutation cerchio on my left hand to make another Japanese sword and a smaller one foot long Japanese coltello that I hid quickly in my pocket. Justin naturally chased me into the back of the classroom and tried to perform a downward Slash and despite my lack of a proper position due to my lack of time I was still able to block it and let his sword drop off mine so that it slid almost to the ground. I swung my sword over my head and into his sword so that the blade forcefully hit the concrete floor. I took my right hand off my sword and grabbed my coltello and slit his throat in a flash. Justin fell to the ground and dropped his sword and the entire class stares at me but all look rather happy that I had just killed Justin.Ben spoke out of turn and detto “Harrison, what did te do?!” “What does it look like I did te half wit?” I detto while pointing the jo at him. All of the sudden everything appeared to pixilate and I couldn’t feel anything anymore, no emotions o physical objects.
posted by DxCFan123
.. my little sister Leaisl. B-B-But the image wasn't from my eyes, no. From her eyes at my... my funeral

'Sam is very peaceful, Mama. I would Amore to be like her' I said, twirling Samantha's hair around my finger
'Lea, she's-' detto Kevin
'She doesn't know!!' Grandma hissed back
'Know about what?'
'That Sammie is in a state of peace. To be like her, te must disconnect from the li- I mean, outside world. Are te willing to do this?'

Godfather lupo stepped out of the shadows behind us and into the light. He stared at me with his one eye, the other bandaged. 'I-I-I am not sure. I will think about it,...
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posted by DxCFan123
Me and Marie stood at the edge of Skye's hospital bed. He cuore was barely beating. I was able to wash off all the blood before anyone saw me. "So tragic, huh? Well, listen, I've got someone to tell you." she said. We sat down and she stared at the ground. "I-I used to know Skye. We knew eachother in Kinder. We were great friends. I know te two were, too. But, then, one giorno she pulled a prank in me. We had to write report. Me and her picked the same thing, but she detto it was fine and wrote mine for me. But, then, She wrote horrible, horrible things that I told her, as secrets. They caused...
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 Victoria (:
Victoria (:
The subject of Rowan stopped the chewing of pizza and sipping of soda. Everyone at my sleepover knew I had had a HUGE crush on him for a really, really long time. Finally, someone spoke. It was my best friend, Liz. “Um, Victoria, how do te expect this plan to work out? I mean, te know...” Liz had always been sensitive about the boy, even though they’d ended a 2-year relationship almost 7 months ago, she still wasn’t over him. Someone else replied, da saying “Um, Liz? Hun? te BROKE UP WITH HIM LIKE, 7 MONTHS AGO! te really need to sposta on.” I shifted uncomfortably. I hated when...
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posted by noahnstar1616
Cameron faced me. "Huh?"

"I said", my eyes focused on Mercury. "Could te give us some privacy?"

"I could, but I don't want to."

I scowled.

"It's fine Mercury, I'll see te later." Cameron kissed her on the cheek.

The sight stung the back of my eyeballs.

She smiled at him, glared at me, and left.

Cameron faced me again. "Now what did te want?"

"I want to know why the hell you're tongue was in that..bitch's mouth", I yelled. I had never used profanity before, but it felt good.

"Because she's my girlfriend."

"No, I'm your girlfriend!"

"Correction, te were my girlfriend."

" 'Were'? What do te mean 'were'?...
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posted by WildCherryWolf
The Tower of Londra is notorious for it's ghost stories. Its where I live. I get to go to the White Tower whenever I want. I get to hang round the St. Peter ad Vincula chapel. And sometimes, I can get Friends in for free. But this, this is my story. My name is Tallulah, Tara to my friends, family, and you. And this is my tale of terror in the Tower.

I had gotten back from Tudor History with my tutor. I was pretty exhausted, as I had been on a walking tour and class. And I had been called in to help a guided tour, that's the kind of thing we get when we live here. It's only a few of us, but we...
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Just tell me what te think, :)     






Aria Glass sat on superiore, in alto of her house with an unopened birra in her hand and her eyes on the sky. It was a beautiful night and Toby and Jared where at it again. Jared had become più quick-tempered than usual, barking at almost everything. Neither boy’s where good at their temper control and over the years Aria had learned to let boys be boys and fight it out themselves. But Aria could take them both, Aria smirked at this thought, true o not they would never hurt her.
    But she did hate it when they fought, although...
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posted by para-scence
"...So there's no way you're taking Cosette home if she doesn't want to!" Echo shouted across the kitchen. She's been ranting for about ten minuti straight. It even frightened me. Asteria seemed surprised, but calm. That scared me too. Was she so certain I was coming home no matter what? Echo paused for a couple moments, trying to regain her breath. She looked at me. "You... aren't leaving, are you?" I looked at Asteria, and sighed.

"No," I detto firmly. Asteria's eyes saddened a little bit.

"Please?" she whispered. My cuore ached at her sadness. I was stuck between her, and my life here. But...
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posted by lauren777222
"All I need is your support",she said.My stomach went into knots.Reluctantly I took her hand.Boney fingers stabbed into mine.The room began to spin and purple fog rolled into the room through the floor boards.Then,it was done.Let me start from the beginning.I'm Caroline LeBeau.My father used to own half of New Orleans.That is,before his "tragic" death.Before he took his last breath he detto to me and my twin sister,Madeline,"My millions will be divided between te two."It has been four years since then and me and Madeline have went our seperate ways.Here's our story.
"Come on,hon,you can't stay...
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posted by para-scence
The successivo day, I had no choice but to go to school. My Friends looked at me with concerned looks, but I tried to ignore that. We all stood around in front of the school, waiting to be let in before the first bell.

"How te doing?" Chasity asked. I shrugged.

"Did te hear?" Axel said, his eyes wide with interest.

"Hear what," Liberty said.

"The kids they took in weren't the real shooters. They had their alibis. And no one ever really saw the shooters; they were disguised o something. So that means---"

"The real shooters are still here," corvo finished. Everyone shifted uncomfortably.

"Well why...
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 Ky
Ky
“Oni! Did te already pack some shampoo, conditioner and all of that crap? te know that hotel hygiene products suck!” shouted June through my bathroom door.

“June chill, Let me finish taking my waz.” I rolled my eyes. No use she couldn’t see it.

I walked out of the bathroom sat on the edge of my letto looked up at June and detto “Don’t te ever go home? I bet that Andrew misses te dearly.” I smiled at her. Now it was her turn to roll her eyes.

June sat successivo to me. She put her head into her hands. I wasn't expecting that, I pat her back.

"June what's wrong?" I asked concerned while...
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posted by gabatron3000
 Oni
Oni
I was sitting. Doodling on a notepad with a purple pen and sitting on my preferito green beanbag chair.

“Oni, Oni!”(Oh-nee) Yelled my eldest sister June as she jogged into my room oh so gracefully. I sat upright, noticing that I was slouching again.

'Sit up straight o you’re gonna get a crooked spine and spend the rest of you’re life in a wheelchair.' I mocked my Mom’s frequent nags. She’s a Chiropractor, te know how they are.

“What is it my Lovely sister dear?” I asked June snidely while rolling my eyes.

You see, I haven’t been in the best mood these past few months. I...
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posted by Insight357
I got to the motel around ten that night. I paid forty dollars for two nights. I figured I could find an apartment da then. At least I hoped I could.
    I now sat on the side of a bank over looking a river. Lucy sat beside of me, getting all the latest drama from my life. She was almost like my therapist. I knew I was supposed to be hers, but it wasn‘t the best arrangement.
    “Love sucks, Lucy,” I detto while rubbing my eyes. I had just told her about what happened between Alexander and me.
    “I used to think that, too....
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posted by Insight357
I awoke around ten that morning. I looked beside of me Alexander sat looking at me. A hint of a smile was on his face.
    “Good morning,” he said, handing me a cup of coffee.
    “Thanks,” I detto taking a sip. It was just the way I like it, black.
    “You may want to get dressed,” Alexander said, eyeing my stomach. I pulled up the sheet.
    “Why? Clothes are so restricting,” I said. There was no point in getting dressed. I needed to avoid Grey as long as possible. She would be pissed.
    “I...
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posted by Insight357
It felt like I had been submerged under water. I was suffocating.
    “How could te leave her?” I managed to get the domanda out of my mouth.
    “Genette didn’t tell me she was pregnant. I didn’t even know about Lucy until she was five. da then I figured it was too late,” Alexander detto a look of pain was in his face.
    “It’s never too late, Alexander,” I said, angered da the fact he would just give that magnificent child up.
    “It was at the time. I didn’t know where she was, and the...
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posted by Insight357
    Grey pulled away from the house. I sat inside on the couch. Our house had deep brown walls, and light brown hard-wood floors. There were knick-knacks everywhere. Pictures of Grey’s family hung on the walls. None of mine, though, I prefer to keep mine in my suitcase.
    It may seem odd, but I keep all my belongings in my suitcase. I’m afraid if I unpack something bad will happen.
    The brown divano I sat on, and musty smell of the house grew old on me. I walked outside to the front porch. It was one of the nice, white, wrap-around...
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George Clark looked at his newborn son Lucas. Devestated at the death of his wife, he wonders why she couldn't stop her alcoholic addiction, especially for her own child. After they found out she was pregnant, George encouraged her to go to theorpy, have interventions, o anything to stop her addiction. Nothing would help. Even knowning that she had a son on the way, she still drank. George refused to raise Luke all da himself. He felt like he wouldn't be a good enough single father to raise him. He tried for a month, but took Luke to an orphanage, hoping that his son would be adopted and have...
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posted by sawfan13
Early in the afternoon. All of my sisters and her Friends are so excited about this trip to an actual wild forested area in Africa. I'm kinda on the fence about it, and I'm trying to start my own pool to see if my sister and her Friends will spaz out before they set foot on real jungle grass. He he. It's going to be so hilarious watching these spoiled rich brats take a look at a place without electricity, room-service, houses, pluming, and money usage. It's a high-heel free zone, and they're still wearing those screaming sequined death traps that their so-called "natural born perfected" feet...
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The two figures walked silently in unity, their feet trudging through the high snow. Both their faces were wet with tears, and the girl clutched a bundle of bright red roses. They stopped immediately in front of a strong iron gate beside a small cozy church, adorned with brilliant Natale lights, and inside voices sang in chorus to familiar Natale songs.
They both stared beyond, unsure of whether to go in o not. The red-headed boy made his decision first and leaned on the gate, crying into his hands. The girl seemed unable to look at him, and her gaze was locked da a white marble tombstone...
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 Isabella
Isabella
    I woke up to a gloomy day. The reaping. I sigh, and get out of bed. I get dressed in a blue dress. I look into the mirror. My mom comes into the room, and braids my black hair. Everyday, she tells me I orso a strong resemblance to my father, but she never tells me who he is. "You look remarkable!" she says. She sighs. "Isabella Everdeen... I hope that name isn't pulled"
    "That game is foolishness! There are countless names in Panem. There are 24 tributes. Two of them from District 12. We havn't won in 36 years. 15 of them, I've been alive. 3 of...
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 Isabella
Isabella
    I woke up to a gloomy day. The reaping. I sigh, and get out of bed. I get dressed in a blue dress. I look into the mirror. My mom comes into the room, and braids my black hair. Everyday, she tells me I orso a strong resemblance to my father, but she never tells me who he is. "You look remarkable!" she says. She sighs. "Isabella Everdeen... I hope that name isn't pulled"
    "That game is foolishness! There are countless names in Panem. There are 24 tributes. Two of them from District 12. We havn't won in 36 years. 15 of them, I've been alive. 3 of...
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