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Killing Through Crow's Eyes. Ch. 3 Demon Darker. Pt.2

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As I see the apartment comes into view, the sun creeps over the sky scrapers, and the phrase “Crisp, cool morning air” really doesn't work here. No, più like “Polluted, musky, and dingy air” Anywho, I shoot down down and disappear and reappear as a shadow along the ridge of the building da the window. I look in and see Ray. Slowly and carefully I sposta along the shadows of the ridge through the small gap between the window and the frame. U know the one that's there and u think the window's shut but the gap's still there and then ur wondering where the hell the draft's coming from cos...

true warrior (midnightclan)

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eyes like fire, burn my pelt.
pulse runs higher, pain i felt.
claws are red,
my friend...dead.

ear is torn,
for her, i morn.
my eye hurts,
the pain...won't stop.

my pelt throbbs,
i can't cope.
my life is fading,
my cuore aches.

sudden strangth!
can't give up!
clan needs me!
for them, i'll fight!

i will not fight for me,
for i'll give in.
the pain, everywhere,
but i don't care!

pride burns in my heart,
honnor, too.
i will not mostra my fear,
though it nearly swallows me.

the pain in their eyes,
i forget my own.
they mostra no fear,
though i know they share it.

the Ribelle - The Brave Gatti around me,
it fills me with pride.
for i AM a true warrior,
and i do not cry.

a true warrior can cry,
but not out here.
can mostra no weakness,
can mostra no fear.

and sence i'm i true warrior,
and because i am loyal,
i will fight through this,
for no pain is worse then letting them down.

Lab Work4

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Lillys Companion 2

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Death Note

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Death Note Randomness!

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Reasons To Explian

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It's like watchin' another family
fall apart
and I can't help it
no, I Lost it
I cry myself to sleep again
I need to find myself a friend
but who wants to be a friend
with someone growing up in a war zone?

I'm just watching the fighting
and the arguing
and I can't do anything
I can't help
so I run
I run away to my room
my safe-place
my only shelter

It hurts me so much
it only makes me cry
I can't lie
and I try and I try to walk away
I feel myself pull away.
And I cry and I cry and I run away
all I have left of them is a picture to go by
and I don't even want that
I rip my face free of them
and I throw the family portrait...

Light and me, Part 5: The Call

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*the word 'Kira' came up onto the screen, and a voice came from the computer.*
if u r listening 2 this, then all the rest of the officers r dead. and, yes, the entire task force, including Misa, r dead as well...and u r next. *Light smirks as he writes the last officer's name down in the death note.* *the officer starts grabbing at his chest and falls 2 the floor, dropping the phone on the desk* i know about Near and Mello, and i realize that i will have as much trouble with u as i did with L, but i promis that i WILL find u, and, when i do, i will END U BOTH. *Light smirks as he speaks into...

lasting forever chapter 3

posted by cleorocks112

Claire kicked and screamed but she just couldn't get the creature off of her. Orbin heard the cry for held and dashed away to help Claire "Claire?" He looked in the back sede, sedile and she there with a strange guy covering her mouth with a napkin and a coltello to her throat, suddenly his eyes turned white and Orbin thoght "ohh noo the the.." but he couldn't even thought of the name o else it would get più power from Orbin's fear of him.

Claire woke up and screamed but the creature made her stay still with his grip. Orbin spoke "O.K I don't want any trouble I'll just go inside and leave the situation...

Monochrome Technicolor 1

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Bruudy 4

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Forest Corry

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Forest Corry

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Fireworks

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my iddy biddy tree!

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Killing Through Crow's Eyes Chapter 7, Crow-da-call; part 2

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As I walk down the streets and find myself drawn strangely to another alley and I walk into it. Partly because I hear a bunch of people yelling and cheering and right about then I hear “Ladies and pimps! Haters of all ages!” and realize one of my superiore, in alto fav. hip-hop/rap songs sweat ya perm out was coming on. Most wouldn't have heard that until they got closer....and da that I mean pressed again the bacheca closer...but I'm not most. Right about then I realize it's an underground club, something like a modern speak-ez. I mean that in 2 ways....1 is that it's not known and 2 is it's in an abandon...

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Unfinished Song: Driftin

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feels like i'm driftin' through space
i'm fallin' from pace
didn't leave a trace...
of my...existance...
i've been fallin' quite a distance...
feels like i'm hurtin'
and i....need u...but u put up a curtian
u refuse 2 break my fall
and u ignor my call
i've been through it all
i feel i could cry
o maybe just die
because who stops long enough 2 find out y
someone does cry?
and it pains me 2 know
this sad world will never grow
at least not anytime soon
i may as well stay on the moon
so these stars will be my company
and my releif, if any
when u c the stars remember
i will be here forever
i will stay
so do not delay
for the others drifting with me
look 4 me, 4 i am she
i need the company
so stay with me, if there r any
life doesn't end when your body dies
anyone who says that lies...
so i'm calling all drifters
because they will b the shifters...

The Hangman da Maurice Ogden with my follow-up poem

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Into our town the hangman came,
smelling of oro and blood and flame.
He paced our bricks with a different air,
and built his frame on the courthouse square.
The scaffold stood da the courthouse side,
only as wide as the door was wide
with a frame as tall, o a little more,
than the capping sill of the courthouse door.

And we wondered whenever we had the time,
Who the criminal? What the crime?
The hangman judged with the yellow twist
of knotted hemp in his busy fist.

And innocent though we were with dread,
we passed those eyes of buckshot lead.
Till one cried, "Hangman, who is he,
for whom te raised the...