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Then it wasn’t my confession that gave him the big shock, Sara thought, He already knew the whole story that’s why he understood my acts.
Until now I don’t know how I dared to step in and ask your friend to introduce me to you. Though I’m not used to that, it felt so right.
“Sara” Emily called te when te were about to get into the car.
“Hi Emily, How are you?” te answered joyfully with the prettiest smile I’ve ever seen.
“Fine” she detto with her bright smile.
“You haven’t introduced me to your handsome boyfriend” te detto playfully and my cuore beat faster than before.
“Oh yes, this is James, he’s in med school too. I met him today in Mr. Calhan class.”
“It’s a great pleasure to meet te James” te smiled enchantingly
“The pleasure is all mine” I detto nervously
te were starring at me in a way that made me even più nervous and confused. te reached your hands slowly, and te didn’t let go until a few seconds. I was looking at te the successivo a few seconds, unaware of what te were saying to Emily.
“How about te come, James?” te detto brightly
“Excuse me, come to where?”
“To my birthday party, tomorrow at seven o’clock, te have to come. I’ll write the address for you” I happily accepted the invitation.
I went back to my dirty, small flat, counting hours until the successivo giorno comes and I see te again.
Sara pushed the chair back. Yes, she does remember that day, with all it specifics. Truly she got Come d’incanto with his charm the moment she reached her hand. She confesses that she felt weird emotions when his warm hand lay in hers. She didn’t know why it happened, but she did feel it.
The idea popped to her mind the successivo day, when she saw him setting beside a tree, organizing his libri and Scrivere notes on them, and when she looked at the other side, to find Matthew, standing with Rachel, his fiancée. They seemed so cute together, that Sara felt her cuore beating pain instead of blood, her hands shaking, and her face turning red caused da anger. She was ready to kill Rachel that moment. Stupid blond girl! She thought. She hated Rachel più than any other creature, with her blond hair, her green eyes, her milky skin, the pride in her eyes, her stupid laugh, everything about her, but what she hates the most is .. The fact that she’s Matthew’s fiancée. I should be standing da his side instead of that arrogant blond girl. She was shaking from head to toe, when he gave Rachel a gentle baciare on her cheek, she was about to shout but Emily interrupted that feeling to calm her down. She got back to her normal attitude; to pretend that she’s over Matthew to let everyone believes that she is, while she still loves him più than any one.
Emily didn’t stop talking all the time, but Sara didn’t listen to any of what she’s said. She was looking at James who was setting behind Emily. Why not? She thought, He’s handsome, he looks a bit shy but I can handle him, yes this is how I get my revenge this is how I will punish Matthew.
Sara can’t understand her capability of remembering this day. She remembers everything clearly even how the idea that destroyed James went through her mind. She feels so stupid now, how she didn’t think of him and his emotions? How she didn’t think that he may truly Amore her and suffer because of her? Was she that stupid? Did jealousy blind her that much? She deserves what he’s written about her, because she truly… destroyed him.
posted by Emmett4eva
Rapunzel

She lived in a rickety old house on the superiore, in alto of a collina just outside town. Who is she te ask? She is someone te don’t want to meet; she is a wicked old witch... no one knows her name. She lived alone with her orphan servant, Rapunzel. The witch was old and horrible she had two hideous warts, one above her lip and on the left side of her chin. Rapunzel was a gorgeous girl in her early twenty’s. She had long silky, honey blond hair, green eyes and porcellana, in porcellana skin. She was da far the most beautiful young lady I have ever met.
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I had just...
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posted by para-scence
First came the intense sadness, then came the anger. I wanted to scream at my parents, and my siblings. How hard is it to understand I just want to be myself? Is that so much to ask? I curled up in a ball on my bed, and cried. I covered my eyes with my fists, and screamed through my clenched teeth. That old saying "sticks and stones may break my bones, but words'll never hurt me," ran through my head. What a stupid saying. I'd gladly take being impaled with sticks and stones, than have heard what my parents just detto to me.

I cried myself to sleep, and slept the rest of the day. I was woken...
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posted by para-scence
After living with the Stuek's for a couple weeks, they decided it was time for me to go to school. This gave me a whole new level of anxiety. From what I heard from the older kids at the orphanage, school is bad enough. But going to a new school, as a freshman would be hell.

"You'll have so much fun! te can meet new people, and if te want, te can have your new Friends over..." Mrs. Stueck detto cheerfully. She'd just gotten home from the store. She'd gotten me a bunch of new "school clothes." Thankfully, she refrained from buying anything pink.

"Thanks," I whispered. She stopped and gaped at...
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posted by para-scence
They detto I was just an unfortunate child, born to the wrong people. I'd never seen light until I was eight years old. My parents were criminals (I hadn't known this before of course). They'd hurt a lot of people. They were captured eventually, but then they had managed to escape the prison they were in. Then I was born. My parents were afraid they were caught, so they stayed in an apartment for eight years. No light, and almost no human contact. My dad was the only one that ever left the apartment, to get necessary things like food, clothes, and what not.

I never went to school. Mom taught...
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posted by lauren777222
"Crap,this is Crap!"I knew this voice from anywhere.I spun around quicky on my heels.The face was one of my three best friends,Benjamin.As I saw his face,it colided with memorey of the past.His mid-height,muscular body,pale shoulder-length brown hair,light-hearted vibe,and celestial sky grey eyes.I knew this was a dream.Mostly because he was here and I was talking to him.Mostly because he was sent to jail a anno ago.He was there because he was accussed of being a sexual predator.My other two best friends,Marîe and Chase,didn't think Ben would do that.I too,thought this.Marîe and Ben had a...
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Title inspiration: Bang Bang da Nancy Sinatra


This fanfiction is a crossover between the Joker from the Dark Knight and Sweeney Todd. It has its own strand, and it is possible that there appear some new characters, o not.
Batman is not supposed to, but maybe I will change my mind about that later.

The setting is England, London, in the 19th century - the Victorian Era.


But the most important part: this text is originally in german. I translated some of it into English, but most of it I didn't, so I fear te have to use Google for this.
If te request my translation, though, I might do it.

Sidenote:...
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posted by para-scence
I folded my arms, trying not to look at him. Blake was one of the biggest jerks I've ever seen. He's broken so many girls' hearts; he had no regard for their feelings o anything. Now he was dating Heidi, a girl I also didn't care for. He looked at me with an expression of... fear? o was it hate? Who knows.

"Uh.." he detto stupidly. "What's your name?"

"Irina," I mumbled.

"I'm Blake," he said. I nodded, not really giving a fuck. "...Do te want to get to work?" I shrugged.

"What're we doing?" I asked quietly. He explained that we were to interview each other; find out about each other's lives,...
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posted by para-scence
The successivo day, everyone was surprised when Andrew stopped by. Reed looked at him; distrust in his eyes. Andrew stood there awkwardly, his hands behind his back and staring at the ground.

"No offense, but..." Nikolai began.

"Why're te here?" Reed finished.

"Uh, I wanted to invite te guys to dinner. I thought it was the least my family and I could do," Andrew replied. Everyone was silent. I had to be the one to answer.

"Sure. Thanks," I said. He smiled. Reed looked at me like I was crazy. I ignored him.

"Great," Andrew beamed.

He left a little while later, after meaningless conversation; mostly...
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posted by para-scence
"Murder?! What the --- Why did--- Who'd he...?" I stuttered. Carmine and Nikolai waited patiently for me to somewhat calm down.

"Dalton's dead," Carmine detto grimly. Oh no. Dalton. He had a bunch of people that stand behind him no matter what. This was going to bring hell down on us. How could Reed be so stupid?!

"What the fuck was he thinking?!" I shouted. Neither of them detto anything. "Andrew and his Friends are going to kill us! I'm not going to be able to leave the house without getting jumped!"

"Harley, would te stop thinking about yourself for once?!" Nikolai shouted at me. clamped my...
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posted by para-scence
"It won't be so bad," Micah said. He held my hand in both of his, as we sat on the porch swing.

"I know..." I detto sadly. But it will be. The foster family that was taking me in lived a half ora away from here. I'd be going to a new school, have a new house, need to make new friends, and even live with new people. There's something not everyone gets to say. And I wouldn't be able to visit Micah.

"Alessandra!" called Mrs. Peters, my new foster-Mom, called. Her and her husband had finished putting my bags in the car, something they insisted on doing themselves so I could say goodbye to Micah....
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posted by sawfan13
I woke up alone and cold on a meadow. It was completely dark and silent. My cuore was racing with fear, cold sweat going down my face, tears rolling down my face, my breathing getting heavier and heavier. My voice felt dry and swelled with fear and sadness so when I screamed,"Karrie!" the cold night air replaced my cry for help. I lifted my shaking body from the ground, as I had to force my feet to walk. I felt even più frightened when I stood. The cold calm wind, the awkwardness and loneliness, the fearfulness of nothing. I slowly walked in the dark cold meadow, hoping to find some signs...
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posted by Insight357
The museum visit had turned out to be fun. I learned Xander and Lucy were extremely educated about art, possibly più than I was.
    Before we left the museum, Alexander had spotted an ad for a local artistry competition. The winner would get a contract with the museum, and the opportunity to have artwork in museums all over the world. We thought it would be a good thing for Lucy.
    At first, she protested, but Xander gave her a pep talk. Lucy detto she would consider entering. I think she was worried about criticism.
    After the...
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posted by xXxEmoRAwRxXx
Yeah I know it sucks I was bored when I wrote this....so yeah.           [Chapter 1]
She stares at the rain in silence. Grieve over took her. She sat there still looking at the body lying cold, pale, still, and dead on the floor. She just stared not sharing a tear and droped the knife, she then looks at the lighting that was flowing in the sky. She then spares a tear, she sits still successivo to the body crying for her lover. What had she done? He didn't deserve the pain she gave him. She gets up and comes back with another knife, a bottle of scottch, and a...
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Chapter 9

Patrick
Jason walked into the room that he heard the sound from. There, was a human boy wearing glasses, and cupped to the wall. He looked slightly older than Jason.

“Who are you?” asked Jason.

“I’m Patrick,” the boy said, straining his throat.


“How did te get here?” Asked Jason.

Still struggling, Patrick said,” I was in a play, in my school, Santa Clara High, and I had a flame on my two legs, cause that was part of my character. Then I walked to the school across the strada, via to pick up my younger brother. Before I could get my brother, I randomly walked into this room with...
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posted by para-scence
A few weeks passed. Shiloh generously got me an apartment, despite my protests. It was a cozy place, much better than any motel could compare to. Shiloh insisted on paying for it; he got a summer job as a carpenter for the summer. Even though it was probably impossible, I still wanted to pay for the apartment, but how could I get a job when I had Chance to look after? Sicily could only babysit so much.

One day, I thought of something that probably had to get done sooner o later. I asked Sicily to watch Chance. She agreed; she loves being with him. I got in my car (which Shiloh had driven home...
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posted by Insight357
    “Damien, that was years ago,” detto Alexander as his cheeks turned a light pink.
    “I know, and I don’t understand why the memory is resurfacing now,” I detto shaking my head slightly.
    “Do te think it’s because you’re with Grey più often?” Alexander asked. I’d rarely seen Grey while at the asylum. The only people I would talk to was Deborah, Dr. Anozi, Alexander, and a few college professors.
    “I don’t know, maybe, but it’s scaring me,” I said. “I spent all last night at...
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When they got there, the house still looked old, but not a Fall of the House of Usher Gothic, Amytiville Horror old. It looked like it was from the 20's but it looked restored. Lilian looked at Mimi and said,"Yeah, I paid some people last mese if they could restore the house. I showed them a picture of what the house looked like in color and they fixed it up good as new." Mimi looked at in amazement and said,"It looks untouched and new, yet it still has that old timey atmosphere to it." Lilian smiled and said,"Yeah. Very pretty. But it does however have cable and electricity. I thought since...
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posted by para-scence
His hair was a medium brown. He was so tiny too. Even now, I could see my features in him... and Ty's. I stood there motionless, looking at the little thing in the suitcase crying and throwing his arms and legs in every direction.. Lucy had detto once te saw that little baby, you'd instantly fall in Amore with it. It must not work on all people. I felt nothing for this thing.

I picked it up, re-wrapping the sweater around him. His body was warm; I could nearly feel it through the sweater. I closed the car door and locked it, and went for a walk. The baby continued to cry in my arms, and that...
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posted by para-scence
A little while after the holidays, Alice left for California. It wasn't long before I felt the despair of loneliness. Alice was the only one I've really talked to for months. Once she was gone, for the first time in a long time it felt like I had really run away. Not like I had gone to a sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza haven, but like I really was in an unfamiliar town.

I went to work , and Alice had only been gone for two days. Work just wasn't fun that day. I found it harder to be nice to rude customers, and the giorno seemed endless.

"Yeah, Alice kind of brings light to this place, huh?" Georgie, the cook asked. I nodded...
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posted by para-scence
It wasn't until about three weeks later that I had a feeling something was wrong. I kept having cramps, and I was late. I kept telling myself that it was nothing, and that it would come soon, and that's what all the cramps were from. Also I had been having a lot più mood swings; più than usual around this time of the month. I kept lashing out at Shiloh o Sicily. Sicily didn't think much of it, but Shiloh would seem a little hurt.

"Seriously, Kodi. Are te ok?" He's ask. I ran my hand through my hair.

"Yeah. I'm fine," I grumbled. "Listen, I gotta go." I hopped into my car after school was...
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