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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 TheAmyPond
She stopped dead in her tracks. She was startled. Her voice was completely gone. Shockingly, she saw that the hooded silhouette in front of her wasn't her mother; she did not know who it was.
Slowly, as not to alarm the unwanted visitor, she reached out for her ballpoint pen and dug it as deep as she could into the neck of the intruder. The mess was horrific, blood all over her face as well as his clothes, but Emily stayed strong. She clumsily tumbled off her letto and ran as fast as she could downstairs to the phone.
She hastily pressed any buttons she could until she'd finally keyed in the number...
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posted by para-scence
"Cosette!" Echo shouted. We ran over to each other, and hugged. She nearly squeezed the life out of me, but I didn't care; I'd missed her so much.

"Echo! I'm so glad to see you!"

"Ahem," a voice said. Echo smiled and rolled her eyes, and took a step back. Asher smiled as he hugged me, and kissed my cheek. I laid my head on his chest.

"I missed te too," I told him. He chuckled.

"Come on!" Echo detto impatiently. "Let's go do something! Anything! I just don't want to deal with this mushy-teen-love crap." Asher and I rolled our eyes, but smiled. I told Grandma we were going to hang out.

"See you...
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posted by para-scence
I admit that I kind of slipped into a depression. I wasn't sure what to think about anything. I started to feel like I couldn't trust anyone. I wanted so bad to drink, and forget for at least a little while, but I couldn't when someone was always home.

That was the only bad thing about not being with Drew anymore; I rarely go the chance to drink. I started going into withdrawal as well. I couldn't keep control of my emotions, I felt like I was going insane sometimes. I had più stress related seizures, più than I usually do while on medication. I've had a lot of headaches, I've been sweating...
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posted by athena305
Streetlamps, houses, gates, remotes, books, CDs and televisions. Brothers. Pairs. Each has a twin. In this chaotic place of materials the world has come to be, everything has a brother. But brothers are family. And family is connected somehow; if not da blood, then da what?

Energy.

Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.

Now, te ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.







This is my first time Scrivere in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.
posted by Sonicishot
It was late at night and the lights were out, and i couldn't see at all. So i crawled on the floor dragging my hand with me because i needed to feel my way too. I bumped into three friends. Ike, Roy, and Sheeda. I screetched. Ike covered my mouth. "SHUT UP!!!" He whispered. Roy chuckled. Sheeda followed my hand. So did Ike and Roy. I tried to stand up, but my head hit the table. I rubbed the back of my head and crawled out from underneith it. I slowly slid my hand across the bacheca to cerca for the power switch. "Whoever this is, te are very cute!!!!" she detto feeling around me to reconize...
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This is something I'm working on.. It's the first long piece I've attempted. People often told me I'm too good at imagery and descrizione to write anything short. Perhaps I use too much imagery? I'm curious about what te guys think.

I already know it's a bit shakey at some parts. I still need to do some revising. I revise every time I finish Leggere a book. I feel each book teaches me più and più about writing.


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Welcome to Birchmoss
preview
(This was just a part of my planning and organization. It is subject to change)

Violet kept her skeletons right where they belonged. Hidden away...
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posted by serenacullen93
I wish that my mother was here that stupid drunk driver had never been born it was my fault that she died that she is now six feet under the ground . I remember that night like it was yesterday I had snuck out with my Friends to go to this party down town . Things got out control I called my mom from the side of the road for my mother to come get me one of the guys from the party zoomed down the road and hit my mother head on . I saw it I was right out side the car I saw the red hot metal cut into my mother flesh ending her life with one feel-swoop like the cut of a blade. The ones who should...
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posted by KatiiCullen94
today is the giorno i get to see my girl. Kessy, my darling girl.And today nothing is going to stop me.
i rushed into my best clothes that i even selected the giorno before, i had to make a good impression for her. i hope she still loves me as much as she did.

I haven't seen Kessy in 3 weeks. Her doctors say i can be anywhere near her, i might "contaminate" her. My ass, the only disease i can give her is jsutmy Amore for her.
But sometimes i wonder that her doctors dont know whats really best for her.. But they word is better then mine.
I sits all day, alone. No family to visit her. Her red hair growing,...
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posted by Fangirl99
jamie is a beautiful girl. she has long ,blond hair,she has a rosa camicia and dark blue jeans. she was the cousin of lindsey.
she was walking her dog,sweetie,when,jamie tripped on a rock. she thn fell into the arms of trent.
'hell," he said.
"thnks for saving me,abd hi."
"you okay?"
"yeah,but,i,need to rest,and my house is pretty far from here.
"you can com,e over. i live across."
"thanks,um,"
"trent."
"trent."
they went to trents house,and they went up to his rom

"and this is my room."
i had a gray wall,with gutiar poster,and a bed.closet,drawers and other things.
"wow,thats a cool room."
"thanks."
"listen,do te have a girlfreind?"
"no,why?'
"i dont,do te wanna go out?"
"okay."
"so.."
then trent kissed jamie,and thats hat went on for the rest of the day.
posted by twilight_23
This is a piece I wrote for an essay contest about a anno ago. It's extremely short because they wanted us to keep it around 500 words, but I thought I would post it anyway. I Amore comments! Hearing what other people have to say about my stories is probably my preferito part of writing, so don't be shy, tell me what te think(: Also, if I made any mistkes (i.e. spelling, grammar, punctuation) please let me know so I can fix them, thanks:D


As I walk through the doors of my new high school, I see my best friend at the end of the long hallway. She's standing in front of her locker and she looks...
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posted by Fangirl99
title:real you

no matter wat
i say.no one believes
me anyway. so why do
i try.shes gonna deny.

there might be a day,
when things turn out to
change.they might actully see,
the real you.it aint likely.
but we should give it a shot.
telling them,is all i got.
one giorno they will see,the real you.


here i go again.Another
day of stress.i alomst wanna die.
dont make me make te cry.
better back off,better step back.
cause any time, i might attack.

no matter wat
i say.no one believes
me anyway. so why do
i try.shes gonna deny.


there might be a day,
when things turn out to
change.they might actully see,
the real you.it...
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posted by Thalia_huntress
please tell me what te think.



I told her everything she was so excited that I hung out with più then one guy she hopped he would be the one for me after that I went to my room. I had my laptop on my dark blue desk. My letto was a black blanket with dark purple pillows only one thing in my room that wasn’t dark was the light blue curtains lacey got me when I was a baby. I wonder why my mom didn’t want me. “Kura!” lacey called. I went down stairs. “Yes?” I said. “why did te get the ride with Evan?” she asked motherly. “Um lacey I got the ride with Evan because my truck broke”...
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posted by ashesandwine
Ok... so this is my first time, so commento but don't be bad;)Thanks Emmett4ever, Patrisha727, Just_bella, and everyone else for supporting me and liking my story.... This one is for you:D



How could I leave him? How could he leave me? We always knew that we were meant to be together, our Amore was so strong, so beautiful, so pure.
I couldn't stand to think that we had to be apart, he was everything to me. I live for him just like he lives for me...





I heard a sound behind me and I turned around slowly... I just stopped breathing, he was so beautiful and I was so lucky that he wanted me. He must...
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posted by BiteMeCullen107
I was half asleep half awake lying on my stomach. I could feel Jason’s cold fingers slowly moving up and down my bare back. He was humming a lullaby but I didn’t know what it was.
“Do te still want to know my secret?” he asked in a soothing tone. It didn’t help that his voice so soft that it made it harder to stay awake. “Sure.” I detto moving closer to him.
“I’ve none te before te were born.” He paused a second. Probably to make sure I wasn’t going to freak out. “I was Friends with your mother before te were even born before your mother met your father. I met her...
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I winded the car window down; I could smell the fresh air, it was peaceful. My name is Katelyn Peers, I’m sixteen years old and I have never met my parents. The only family member I have ever known is my brother, Sam, he is my age, his my twin and usually twins are meant to have a bond, there is no bond for us, the only reason he puts up with me is because of our father, I have never met him, but Sam has, and for some reason he has respect for the man. I used to go to Down attraversare, croce academy for girls that were until I ran away a anno fa with Sam. I turned to see Sam driving the car; his long...
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