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Crime: Dectetive Story




Chapter 6: Two Missing People Makes A Certain Someone Happy

      Simone Rivers wore her blue strapless dress which made her look taller. She was already tall but she needed that extra height. She had her long blonde hair curled and wore the black wedges she recently bought. The whole outfits was around a seven hundred dollars but she wouldn't mention that to her cheap dad. She looked dazzling o at least that is what all the boys thought when they whistled when she walked by. She took pleasure on having their attention. Nothing could stop her now. She felt powerful and delighted. Maybe a little anxious about Marco but he was a grown man, he is okay. He could take care of himself. All that mattered right now was to walk inside that church looking amazing. So what if Faye was upset, she'll get over it. Faye should stop worrying about her missing gun.
      Simone sat in the very front of the church. It had to be the best view of the new and young pastor. Paster Carter was unbelievably hot. His stunning blue eyes and wavy dirty blonde hair that always fell in the right place. His chiseled features were only complements of his silky white skin. Could it be impossible for one man to look so much like a god? He may be 23 but she was 16 which means they were only 7 years apart. They could make it work. It wasn't like it was illegal, was it? Besides her father was più wrapped up in his work then to see her drooling over the new pastor. She would corner him after church and see if he would talk about whatever they talk about in church. Someday she will have him. He will be hers.
      Immediately after church, she did what she promised she would do. She caught up to him right before he went inside his truck. "Um, Pastor Carter," Simone began. The ugly green color of the truck and the rust almost made her feel discourage but still continued.
      "Please, call me Shawn," He smiled. The rumor was true, his teeth were extremely shiny. They could blind anyone within a mile.
      She giggles, "Okay Shawn. Do te think we could have some coffee. I need help on this segnala for school. They gave us a winter assignment. The topic is, My preferito Person and I chosen God." That was a major lie. Simone wasn't religious like that. She barely attended church.
      "I'm so joyful to see that te are interested in the workings of god. I'd be honored to guide te towards the lord." He pulled out his iPhone and began typing. "Lets meet at McDonalds say 1pm?" She nodded and he finished typing. They detto their goodbyes and he drove off. 
      She was twirling on her heels. Right in that moment, she wasn't caring about how she looked o if her heels would be ruined. She cared about the wonderful things her and Shawn would do together once they started dating. She wasn't thinking about the stress her Friends were going through.
      The successivo thing she new was that a brown sack was being placed over her body. She was brutally thrown inside a furgone, van while some guys were talking.
      "Hey boss, are te sure this Martinez guy was right?" asked a rough voice.
      "If he wasn't, he's dead!" answered an even rougher, deeper voice. Simone held her breathe as they began the rocky journey on the road.
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Well, this is a song I wrote.

I've heard it wrong
There's been a mistake
There was a time when I won and I knew it

We will go on and on and on and on
There will be no più mistakes
For the future
We will fight through it all without complaint

We are the winners, my friend
And we'll fight through it all in the end
There's no time to lose it
Cuz we are the winners

Well, I know that it's been a great day
We've done it all
We've been the best we can be and te know it
We are the winners, my friend.
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Chapter Eight: Hello, Stranger Please Don't Betray Me

      The guy stood in front of us. We needed to give him answer and fast. He was a spy and he probably knew più then he was letting on. This make sit hard to trust him. Courtney immediately detto yes. I gave her a glare and shrugged. Raven was nodding her head as while. It made me think. Were they up to something? Did they know the guy? They could have known him because he goes here for school. Actually, he seemed much older then the rest of us. He had boyish features but he certainly was someone who looks much older then 18.
     ...
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posted by BlondLionEzel
Chapter 2

Everyday, Prince ghiandaia, jay would go to the Kitsune's cage and gave her Cibo and Comfort for when she was sad. After a few days, Jays brother, Cole, Started to worry and went to their father, King George.

"I am worried about Jay" Cole told their Father, "He is always giving Cibo to that filthy Kitsune!"

"Let him do what he wants" King George told Cole, "He probably doesn't have real feelings for her, i think". Then he thought of an idea and told him his evil plan.

The successivo day, ghiandaia, jay heard crying. He ran down the stairs and saw Cole whipping the Kitsune while the Guards were laughing at her pain....
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posted by cuteypuffgirl
This a short poem I came up with. I'm not a descriptive person. I prefer just simple words in poems. This deals with the term, "Looking behind the smile." This is inspired da a friend and mine's life experiences. Enjoy :)

Gone: a poem

She sat alone
in the corner of the room.
She didn't speak
she would merely loom.
Like she was a shadow
an invisible ghost.
No one gave
a damn at the most.

She would sit there
and simply stare
looking at those
who ignored her.
No one looked
at her twice
no one bothered
when she was nice.

She was a nobody,
forgotten da all.
Her ever-blank stares
directed at the bare, empty wall....
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posted by amoremusic
I write what i feel and try to
make them seem so-real to
you, but all te want from me
is honesty.

as i write out the facts
te act like te don't really
care where my cuore truly is.

Let me tell te where it
is, it's in the honesty of my
poetry, deep inside my cuore
it's the only thing that reveals
the emotions deep down inside
my soul.

as i hold onto the emotions
that creates honest poesia
that i write, i see te looking
at my private diaries understanding
who i want to be.

te look at me and te
seem to know what i'm
feeling as i'm revealing
to te the emotions that
comes from within my
soul.

as i hold the key to this
honest poesia that i compose
te seem to believe every-little
detail that i have to say to you.