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The madness of Alice

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Today's your last giorno - Poem

posted by emmett

If someone told you...
Life's like a rollercoaster,
Don't waste the ride.
Live it up all the way,
because today's your last day
What would te do?

Would te cry a little, scream a little, think it's all pretend.
o go into silence until the very end...
Would te Amore the ones te hate the most o be the person te hide?
Would te pretend that you're ok but really scream inside?

Would te try and keep the sun from setting as your last giorno ends?
Knowing you'll never see it rise...
Tomorrow I'll be somewhere else te say as te close your eyes.

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Sleep Deprivation Exercise

posted by Cinders

Exercise: Sleep Deprivation: 4:00AM Tuesday October 7, 2008*

The black spiders of mania are crawling over my brain, searching for a plump place to sink their pincers into. It’s been four days. I haven’t left the house for anything, not even a tuna sandwich. The spazio in my letto is empty, indented, as if something used to rest there, but I’m beginning to forget più and più what that may have been. Maybe it was a coffin, its contents shaken, risen, defeated, dazed, meandering around with its arms stretched out and a dull expression on its face as it mutters something indecipherable that...

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The voices

posted by t_direction

So, this is a kind of short story that I wrote one evening when I was just bored out of my mind. Please tell your opinion, feel free to criticize, it is much appreciated =)
Thanks ^_^

The voices buzzed inside my head, making me feel dizzy. I couldn't help but hold onto the letto post for support. In a state of exhaustion, I collapsed on the letto with a sigh. The voices never let me sleep. They were like many people were talking all at once, screaming all at once.

Madness, rage, worry, sadness were the emotions that those voices gave off. I couldn't understand a word of what the people were saying,...

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who am I?

posted by madening_mahem

who am I ?
what can I do?
I'm self-centered, self-induldged, self-absorbed, hateful, short-tepered, implusive, in a complete state of denial, confused and lonely, yet I don't try to think.
a creature of the night
a princess of darkness
I long for light
colors
but all is midnight
and my only companions are the moon and the darkness
thought it comforts me when no one can
I wish to be out of darkness for once
to be clear, understood, unquestioned, and loved.
but who am I to ask for this?
who am I to want this?
is that what makes me human?
why?
all I want to know is why?

Dragon Soul Part 3

posted by dragonwriter

After changing back I saw the remains of that man. It was enough to make me sick. I just fell to my knees looking up at the sky. A girl walks up beside me and kneels down. "Don't look so down." I go to look at her and no one is there. I look back up at the sky waiting to hear that voice again. There wasn't any sound anywhere around. Out of the silence i could hear a faint breath from the night behind me. I sposta to the right when i hear the shot.

It grazes the side of my head and i fall to the ground. I hear footsteps running towards me as my eyes slowly close.

Change

posted by Fyrwenn

Change

The way I feel has changed
When we met I was a fool, thought
You weren’t gonna treat me like a tool
I tell myself that I care ‘bout you
But deep inside I know we’re through.

Change is never easy
But what am I supposed to do?
I can’t sit around, cry and wait for you,

I guess we were too naive
Believing it would work
Why didn’t I see,
that te were such a jerk?

Change is never easy
But what am I supposed to do?
I can’t sit around, cry and wait for you

In the future we might get another chance
Maybe, it was just a short romance
Then what I’m feeling is really wrong
I felt I had to write this...

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Swing, Batter, Batter, swing

posted by disneyworld007

Swing, Batter, Batter, Swing!
Putting my weight on my right foot, the foot closest to the catcher. Leaning back re-gripping my bat. I watched as that black haired pitcher powered up her pitch, rocking back and forth on her heals, taking in her guanto now to her side and starting the wind-up. 'This is it,' I thought to myself, now taking the best grip on my bat, 2 balls and 2 strikes have passed da this plate and I am not letting this pitcher strike me out, o walk me! I got ready the ball was realeased, and I heard the 'ump' say "Ball Outside".
I stepped out of the batters box, and took a couple...

Yaouta Kamakami, pilot.

posted by samuraibond005

Yaouta lived on a farm in Missouri, he had only recently graduated high school, had a pilot's license, and even a couple of airplanes used in war. He had an old A6M zero that belonged to his rich father, grandfather, and his great grandfather before him. His father was assassinated da a rival corporation (His father owned a wealthy publishing corporation) and the corporation decided to target his family afterward. 5 black cars pulled up in his front yard, though the yard was big enough to hold just about 10 times as much. Yaouta's younger brother, who was 15 at the time, walked out to greet...

Stay and Run Chapter 1

posted by Me_Iz_Here

A/N: I've gotten a few titolo suggestions, but for now I'm just gonna keep it to Stay and Run. And this chapter has a lot of unnecessary details and unrelated dialogue, the first few chapters will, I just wanted to get the general idea of the girls' life.
Prologue: link

1: An Average giorno in Spencer’s Life

Spencer sat at her desk. Tomorrow was her twenty-second birthday. The first of the girls’ birthdays with stella, star missing. Spencer had been sad ever since she disappeared. stella, star was one of her best friends. And after losing three when they were recruits, she couldn’t take it.

There was a lot...

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A short moment

posted by coolie

Step, creak, step, creak! the floor boards speak to me as I slowly tremble on its hard, splintery wood. Each step feels so daring. I feel danger crawling up my dangling spine. Thump, thump, my cuore tries to refuse to my wishes of moving forward. Nothing has happened so far.
I carefully make my way towards the forbidden wooden chair. Creeeeeeek! goes the sede, sedile as I lower my self to its level and sit on it. SHHHHHHHH!
“What was that?” I whisper to my self with my eyes wide open. I slowly start to climb the fence to view the streets of emptiness and quietness. My cuore starts to beat even louder. Thump, thump. I slowly turn my anxious head to look. But it was only a car passing da my house.

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The Room. A short story.

posted by wierdgem7

I felt the tape on my mouth and the long rope that was binding me to the chair. The Room was so black, I couldn't see. I recalled how I had got there. The new family successivo door invited me to their housewarming party. So I went. Then, as I was going home, some-one grabbed me. A rough hand covered my mouth, so I couldn't scream. All I saw of my kidnapper was a pair of shocking green eyes. I was thrown into the back of a white furgone, van and tied up. I was there for only five minutes, but time slowed down and took five hours.Why did anyone want to kidnap me? I had done nothing wrong. The furgone, van doors opened,...

Getting da Ch. 4

posted by para-scence

My breaths were trapped in the back of my throat. I was afraid to breathe, because they'd probably come out as screams. The barrel of the gun pressed harder into my head, probably leaving a mark.

"Give me your money," the voice said. I tried to speak, but I couldn't. A couple moments later he took his hand away from my mouth so I could speak.

"I-- I-- I-- don't ha-- a-- ave an-- n-- n--y," I said, my voice shaking so much it took him a while to tell what I was saying. Then he laughed darkly.

"Well, that sucks for you." I felt the gun sposta a little, as he put his finger on the trigger. I took a...

Unknown: Chapter 2

posted by flabaloobalah

I stare at the screen with my mouth hanging wide open in shock and horror. The caption reads: SIXTEEN anno OLD BOY BRUTALLY MURDERED IN LOS ANGELES
The anchorwoman says, "Late last night in Los Angeles, California, sixteen anno old Wyatt Starmount was killed. The identity of his murderer is unclear, but authorities say he's hispanic, six feet tall, and was last seen wearing a gray hoodie.
Now here's a video of Wyatt's death. Due to the graphic nature of this video, viewer discretion is advised." the lady informs me.
The video starts. The boy I realize is Wyatt is walking down the street. Sure...

Modern giorno Princess Ch. 10

posted by para-scence

I was torn. On one hand, I really liked Foster. But, I wasn't sure if he really liked me back. He completely cut me off at school, but acted like he was totally in Amore with me when we were alone. It was strange. I could usually read people really well, but Foster left me speechless, and I had no clue what to think.

"Do te whatever te feel is right," Grandma said. That did not help. I had no idea what was "right." And honestly, I wasn't sure there was a right and wrong in this situation. I wasn't so sure about asking Echo. She still hated Foster no matter what.

Echo came over one giorno after...

Modern giorno Princess Ch. 9

posted by para-scence

I couldn't believe it. He actually liked me back. This was the best thing ever. We hung out on Saturday, and part of Sunday as well. It was like something out of those romance movies; only it wasn't as cheesy, and people weren't watching us from their living rooms holding buckets of ice cream and quietly crying.

At least I didn't think so... o.O

If they were, I wouldn't be surprised. The whole thing was so amazing I wouldn't be surprised if I was on a prank TV mostra o something. I was sad when the weekend came to an end. I didn't want to lose this feeling.

"I'll see te tomorrow, right?" I asked,...

Modern giorno Princess Ch. 7

posted by para-scence

"...My parents are alcoholics," Echo confided with me. "They're almost never sober. Then I'm stuck caring for my little brother. And it's... it's just hard," her voice cracked. I put my arm around her and pulled her close. I opened my mouth, but I had no idea what to say. She wiped her eyes and sniffed. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I can't imagine what it's like for you..." She shrugged. Then a campana, bell rang and students started filing out of the lunch room. Lunch was over already? We stood up, and went to our successivo class.

***

"How was your first day, honey?" Grandmother asked when I got home. I shrugged,...

Speechless Ch. 6

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...