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posted by BladeYJ
((Decided to do this in 1st person. :3))

I stared hard at my relfection. This all was a dream. Right? Yet every pinch I gave myself didn't awake me. "Damn it.." A hiss escaped my lips. I had to get outta here and find Terror, he'd know what to do, if he would accept me... after what happened to his-

"Ahhh Miss Howard." My thoughts were interrupted da that sentence and I suddenly was on edge and slowly turned to the speaker. His dark red gaze followed over me. He was observing me and I noticed a spark in his eyes. As my face flushed I quickly turned and he continued,"You look...lavishing... as ever and that dress compliments your shape well."

The heat was rising and I felt my hands clutch the vanitity. How dare he address in such a way... "I am a lady, not your toy! te shall not compliment me as if I'm your.. your slave.. I am in a relationship!" My hand was held up exposing the ring on my dainty finger. Damian rolled his eyes-which did not help my burning anger-and was infront of me, chest to chest, in a matter of seconds. "Technically, te are my slave... I did create you.. my venom runs through your viens.. therefore I am your master, Miss Howard."

A grim smirk spread across his face. I felt lightheaded as my face flustered and I met his gaze and let my words come in a malicious tone,"I belong to no one but Terror. te shall never own me.... te monster."

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((Short idk.. .o.))
posted by SilverWings13
"Am I dead?"
The woman-- My mother continues smiling, shakes her head, takes a sede, sedile on the couch. Rests those summer-rain irises on me, takes in my shock, confusion, the volume of domande written across my expression.
"My God," she breaths, "My little girl's all grown up."
"Mom.. I don't understand," I barely notice the tears slipping down my cheeks. "You died in that fire. te and Dad both.." A too-hopeful thought occurs to me and I find myself glancing around the room in cerca of the answer to the domanda I ask next. "Is he here, too?"
I wonder if I imagine the sad shadow drawn from her...
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posted by SilverWings13
The first thing I see is white. It is blindingly pure and I have to raise a hand to shield my eyes. When the light fades, I blink 8 times, trying to grasp my surroundings.
The room I stand in is warmed da the flames dancing in the fireplace. A burgundy divano sits on the flowered Persian rug, accompanied da two arm chairs and a glass coffee table.
The domanda
"Where am I?" leaves my mind in that glance. It is replaced by "Why?" and più urgently "How?". I walk cautiously inoltrare, avanti and run a hand over a bookshelf crowded with thick encyclopedias and vibrant fairytales.
This place.
This house were...
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posted by GlitterPuff
The girl walked in the cave, laptop in hands, wearing sweatpants, a T-shirt, and multi-colored socks. She sat down on the couch, her legs crossed, and opened the laptop, setting it in her lap. Immediately, the lock screen showed up, having her type in her password. After she typed it in, the laptop went to the main screen, a picture of her, Rosie, and Maxine appeared in the background. The red head moved the topo, mouse pad and left clicked on the documents tab, opening a file about Joker that Zack had gotten for her. Rene put it on full zoom, Leggere everything over a billion times, getting as much...
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posted by CoaxochYJ
~Contains spoilers straight from the articolo she dies~

Welcome to a city that'll bring te to your knees
It'll make te beg for more, until te can't even breathe
Your blindfold is on tight, but te like what te see
So follow me into the night, cause I got just what te need
We're all rolling down the boulevard, full of pecora, pecore and sharks
It's a futherduckin' riot, we've been dying to start
You better grab a hold cause now te know you're falling apart
You thought these streets were paved in gold
but they're dirty and dark


Mel walked among the streets. Her swords drawn. The sky was an ugly dust color....
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(( Bentley P.O.V ))
Two months………, two months we’ve been trapped in this death game…. We had barely made a dent into reaching the one hundredth floor. The floor to freedom, I felt Lost and tired but wasn’t in my right mind to give up. I walked through the streets in my black combat boots, black jeans, my black fingerless gloves, and fighting vest with swords crossing on the front. I walked past the frutta stands and opened my option lista looking to see how much money I had, I clicked on an amount and a bag of money appeared in my hand as I walked over to purchase a bag of apples....
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posted by Robin_Love
She opened her eyes and looked around the dimly lit room. She read the time on the clock. Only noon. She had time. She reached under her letto and pulled out the suitcase. She got up and looked in her closet. Pushing the clothes aside, she grabbed all the weapons left on their posts. She placed them in the suitcase along with the other smaller knives and pistole hidden in the room. S
he threw in a book of foto and her journal. She closed the suitcase, slipped her iPod in her pocket, and looked around the simple room she had called hers. There really wasn't much she had, a few books, few clothes,...
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posted by SilverWings13
First songfic ever (published) da yours truly!

This is the end
Hold your breath and count to ten


It would be much easier just to let go. To allow the bubbles of valuable oxygen escape her lips an float away to freedom.

Feel the earth sposta and then
Hear my cuore burst again


Her lungs screamed for più air, any air, her body begged for più heat, any heat. The energy had already seeped trough her clothes into the surrounding depths. All senses threatened to shut down and leave her Lost in the darkness alone and too exhausted to give a care.

For this is the end
I've drowned and dreamt this moment


The chain...
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posted by SilverWings13
A little crack ship in honor of Hallows Eve.

"Prisoner 117," the jailer called in Russian. The crowd parted and two guards stepped forward, dragging a prisoner between them. The arancia, arancio jumpsuit he wore was little più than mud splattered, blood stained rags. His hair, once a gleaming, wavy golden blond, was darkened and matted. The penitentiary guards threw the boy into the mud at the jailer's feet. He groaned and coward like a wounded animal.
"Filthy razboynik*," the jailer spit, speaking in his language. "You are nothing of use to us any longer. te have refused to give us any information...
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posted by khanna266
Ari stood behind the limber dark albero *snap* a deer
just fell into her trap she turned to it a baby deer
right in front of her...she let it free."No luck today."
she whispered to herself and then out of the bloom
right behind her was Nightwing."Dick!I hate it when te do that is it really neccessary?!"she asked in anger,"Actually yes it is."he answered sarcastically,
"What do te want Nightwing?"she asked in a sigh.
"to wish te a happy 16th birthday sis."he said,
"Oh,thanks."she detto surprisingly,"I still remember this place Bruce would take us here all the time when we were kids."Dick said,
flashback...
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posted by Robin_Love
This is from The_Writer!!! NOT ME!!!


"Hiya!" Sam yelled, slamming a kick at Two-Face. The man dodged and grabbed Sam's leg, yanking it out from under him.

"You've been working out Sammy, boy." Two-Face said. 

"Hey!" Becca yelled, punching a guy's face in. "Only I get to call him that!"

"Now is really not a good time, princess!" Sam yelled in reply. He leaped up and punched Two-Face on the scarred half of his face. The criminal mastermind crumpled to the ground. 

Sam would've congratulated himself if two dozen più heavily armed thugs hadn't walked in at that moment.

"Down!" Becca yelled, throwing...
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posted by InfinityYJ
A fun little one shot that occurred in my mind Leggere ff.net a long time ago.
I decided to write it out today, because I was bored to all hell. Have fun reading...


Kyra was curled up in a little ball on her bed, sniffling and shivering. Her nose and eyes were red, and her forehead was covered in drops of sweat. She'd locked herself in her room and had wrapped herself up in covers, coughing violently into her elbow every once in a while. She was a mess...
And she had a mission with the team.
No one knew she was sick-- she refused to tell anyone, even her sisters o brother. She'd distanced herself...
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posted by SilverWingsYJ
SilverWings tried to ignore it the first two times. She had finally gotten to sleep only to be awoken what felt like ten minuti later. She sighed as her ringtone, Whistle da Flo Rida, rang a third time. She didn't want to wake the others with the ongoing tone.
Silver fumbled for along the dresser for a moment before her hand struck the cell. She flipped it open and held it to her ear, her head still resting on the pillow.
"Hello," she detto grogily.
"Ary!"
"Nic," Silver sat straight up, fully awake now."What's wrong?"
"Don't hate me, but I need your help."
"Why would I possibly hate te for waking...
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posted by CoaxochYJ
*Giggle* Cruddy title.





I woke up, cold and lonely. te know that weird feeling in your stomach when te feel like your being watched? Yeah, its here. I peeked out from under my blankets, and I saw...legs? The covers were thrown off me, my arms were grabbed, and my mouth was covered. I saw Ciel behind my captor.
"Let go. o te die." He whispered in my captor's ear. He cocked his glock, and my captor smiled. I closed my eyes tightly, and heard the bang. I fell back onto the bed, and heard a body hit the floor. I felt a hand on my shoulder, I was shaking. I opened my eyes, then, they widened....
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