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by *DanikaMilles, 22 hours, 39 minutes ago
Journals / Personal

Poetry Contest:

Poem must be 30 to 100 words

Theme: Death

Deadline June 27th 2013

The style must be alphabetical

Eaxmple 1:

Alive and well, I stood my ground
Before I even made a sound.
Considered caution held my charge
Despite the danger, looming large.

Example 2:

Anyone can write alphabet poetry.
Basically, you begin with the alphabet, "A" to "Z."
Clever constructions add color.
Do you dare to describe deeds alphabetically?
Everyone enjoys entertaining enterprises.

Source: [link]

Example 3:

Shines brightly
Up in the sky
Nice and warm on my skin

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Example 4:

Snowflakes

Astonishingly beautiful
Cold, darting
Exciting frost
Graceful heavens
Icy jewels
Keen lace
Majestic needles of pretty, quiet,
Raining snow
Turning under
Vibrant Winds
Xciting,
yearly
Zany

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You Can Choose Any One Of These Four Styles.

Short Story Contest</b>

Must be 450 words or less.

Must be 1st person point of view.

Theme: A past event that has scarred you/ the protagonist

Fiction or Nonfiction (your choice!)

Deadline June 20th 2013

1st Place Winner Will Receive: 50

, A llama, and a feature in my personal journal!

2nd Place Winner Will Receive: 25

and a llama!

3rd Place Winner Will Receive 10

and a llama!

Also be sure to check out this contest as well:

Contest!Twenty word free verse poem. There will only be one winner! The winner will receive: 50

, a llama, and a feature in this journal as well as my own personal journal! Anyone is able to enter even none-members!
Also be sure to check out this contest as well :

Have Fun!!!!

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Poetry Contest Winner!

by *DanikaMilles, 1 day, 20s ago
Journals / Personal

1st place winner is:

Spring RevivalAmong the stormy cerulean sky,
the taste of blossoms linger high.

Pedals stain the depleted ground,
awakening nature all around.

Songs are carried in the breeze,
the warmth of heaven's melodies.

"Gone is the era of numbing pain,
now comes the season of blissful rain."

2nd place winner is:

SpringSpring
By I. Khasru

The earth’s warmth returns, thawing out its ice.
The earth breathes in a slice of life.

Spring embraces us once more.
Her aura radiating within the Earth's core.

Her gentle whispers form a light breeze
Making flowers dance, and rippling seas.

Blossoms peek out from the ground.
Birds fill the air with happy sound.

3rd place winner is:

Spring TimeIt’s time once more
Release your spore

This is a beautiful day
To watch the children play

They race across the ground
What a lovely sound

I fear for the blossoms
They are safe from the possums

Warmth all day long
I feel like singing a song

To stand above the land
This season will be grand

My fingers stretch long and far
I wish to strum your guitar

Humming to the breeze
Along with the bumblebees

I reach higher every year
Only to shelter the deer

Oh Mother, please set me free
I am only a humble tree

Congratulations guys!

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We were so young, we didn’t stop to think.
Now we’re in a car crash, teetering on the brink.
If you were to leave me now, I don’t know what I’d do.

It was a whirl wind romance,
A light when all was black, a spark of something when all was bleak.
You swept me off my feet and made me feel brand new.
I thought we could live forever and I’m certain you did to.

We built a house without foundations
And now we’re falling down,
Everything’s crumbling around us, time slipping through out fingertips.
People used to walk past us but they were to drunk to see,
That our lives are coming apart around us, there is no light as far as we can see.

There was no fire to start with,
Just two broken things, the world had left behind.
The casualties of other people’s dreams of power, money and control,
Spat out onto the curb to rot away and die.
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Daring ch 5: At the DocksWILL REVISE SOON. - just wanted to get the chapter out there for now.
Feed back would be wonderful : )

The flight was a short one, lasting maybe an hour at the most. Max landed the plane with all the grace of an experienced pilot. Upon landing, Killian turned in his seat to face them. "Alright lovelies. You two, are welcome (he said somewhat begrudgingly) to come aboard my ship, we will provide safe passage away from this bloody country. Or, if you wish, by all means, remain here".
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In realization, I knew I had to get up.
Did I get up because people told me there were worst things in life other than my problems?
No, because I realized you can’t compare anybody else’s pain because what you’ve gone through could just be as hard as for someone else.
Did I get up based on my friends cheering me up?
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Veltan's Demise *V2*"Stop this now!" Tanor roared, "You'll burn your mind away!"

Veltan could feel the magic scorching his memories, slowly erasing his identity, but he had no choice. This was the only way to claim victory, but with the amount of magic he was holding, there was only minutes to seize it.

"Veltan! Stop!" Fear had entered Tanor's voice, and in that moment, Veltan attacked.

He dove forward, spear thrust directly at Tanor's heart. Tanor barely deflected it in time.

Three quick thrusts to the chest. The first two were deflected, but the third slipped past Tanor's guard, carving a deep groove in his breastplate.

A feint left, then a strike right. Veltan's Demise *V2* by ~SomeLameStuff

Falling From Heavens AboveThere was always that tale
Of a wish that would never fail

All you had to do was wish upon a star
As it burned at a distance oh so far

But a wish can be naught by a whim
To which welcomes sorrow to brim

A wish can prelude the end
A day which no prayer can mend

Yet still there is a tale
Of a wish that would never fail

Even when the wisher longs to recant
The star will still silently grant

The story is told without any heed
For there are always those misguidedly in need

An innocent light so bright in the sky
Can still bring about a tearful goodbye

And so there will always be a tale
Of a wish that will never failFalling From Heavens Above by *TheFinalHikari

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The first time I visited, it was a charming little place with friendly residents that were more than willing to show me around. I remembered everything they had shown me – the small shops, the lighthouse that was no longer working, the old boathouse and, of course, the homey pub in the centre of the village. It was all so unfamiliar to me, as I had growThe Folks Around Here by ~therandomlyrandomone

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Olivia stood about three feet from shore laughing uncontrollably.

"You're going to get wet whether you get in the water or not, so you might as well get in," she said, fighting back a fit of giggles, her long, dark hair flowing down her back in waves.

Lane rolled his eyes and climbed in, stripping off his long black T-shirt.

He caught Olivia's eyes staring at him.

Or more accurately, at his scars.

He saw a flurry of emotion cross her face. First, she was startled, thNever by ~Little-Ms-Monster

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We've been together for a long time now, you know that. We've even got a child, Teena. Even though she's adopted, I care for her like her true father as much as I care for you. We're both great parents, and Teena needs both of us in her childhood; she deserves that. That's why I think we should stay together for a longer time. In other words: I have bought a ring, and I think it would fit very well on your finger.

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There are two types of people in this world.

Those who live in the underworld; the demons

And the ones who live in the upper world; the angels.

Of course, people in this world are still humans and angel or demon is just a title. A title that gives you terror or happiness.

The world suddenly became perfect in the year 2222. Nobody wanted to do any bad things anymore. Nobody wanted to kill. Nobody wanted to die. This was a very boring world.

They couldn't even withstand it for one year. The people who were supposed to be the most perfect ones in this world took over the world and did a very cruel thing.

They wanted this plP.E.S.T.E.R.S story previeuw by ~Lovingallisposible

The beginning- orgin story of Kira ChesteraThe universe as we know is never ending, and so far, to popular belief, we're the only life out there. However there is so much more out there than we can ever imagine and comprehend. It's full of life, creation, love, and joy. As well as tragedy, hate, death, and extinction. It's what life is all about, a never ending cycle. Though there are times when the universe bends it's own rules. Where instead of just the flip of a coin, you end up with the odds of a dice, to where the unexplainable and miracles happen, and possibilities are endless. Many of these mysterious factors take place the deeper you go beyond your own understanding. One of thThe beginning- orgin story of Kira Chestera by *Adrastia217

AngelOn the first day of your daughter's voluntary imprisonment, she sat in her sterile throne willingly. Smiled at the people who shut the doors of her clear glass palace.
Your princess.
Your angel.
'I love you, daddy,' she said.
You wanted to tell her you loved her too, but you were so appalled at yourself. You exploited your beautiful little princess for gain, but what gain, you didn't even know what gain.
Your subjects swarmed you, said you'd made the right choice, yes, sir, you made the right choice. Let us handle her, sir, if that's alright. Your empire will flourish, sir. Sir, sir, sir, sir.
You just pushed past them.
Went home.
NAngel by ~the-queen-of-youth

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Flames of HalcyonAuthentic, and an ever-glowing blaze of fire through the sky, you can indeed say that I am that Phoenix rising from the ashes as the world dies around me. There’s no telling where the dust will settle, and there’s no telling when this war will ever end. I’m lead to believe that I’m the only one that’s going to change this world like a remixed mash up on crack. I’ve been brought up in the east, but born in the west – so the blood wars between the two sides of the world are going to tear me apart if I’m not focused. Roll out the red carpets, this battle will become the next Celebrity Death mFlames of Halcyon by ~pretzelkarma

Introducing Kevin, Part 1 I

A desolate wind howled between the ruins. He was walking down the dusty street at a sickly pace. Behind him there was a trail of smoke from a cigarette that traveled from his lips to his fingers and back. The Sentinels, the caste which he was a part of, weren’t allowed the luxury of smoking the same as everyone else, even though they allowed themselves much worse violations of law. But if all earth-born creatures inhale gasses of a much greater toxicity index, why not enjoy these? It’s not like it’s any different, apart from the reliefIntroducing Kevin, Part 1 by ~TheNimster

BV20 Homesick

It's cold. It's cold, an' it's dark. Where am I underground? Yeah, I'm underground. I see—whoa this is weird. What're they all doin'? Noah? Kai? Chris? Lynn? They're all standin' back to back. I stand up in the huddle with 'em. It's so cold.

Where are we? Some cave? No, this ain't no cave. We're on the moon, an' there're all sorts of aliens surroundin' us. Musta ticked off the wrong people—again. Ha, one a these days we'll learn. Yo, these aliens—these black things wit' big glowin' yellow eyes all lookin' like some strange animals I ain't neva seen before—lunge at us. We brace ourselves for the fight that's about toBV20 Homesick by ~NeoPaladinOfLight

BV19 Da Ghetto

It's a new day—or is it a new night? I can't tell. We're on the bright side of a moon, but it still looks night out. The planet this moon's orbiting shines a bright white color. No telling what the land's like below—well, I guess for me, right now it's above. Still got no clue how gravity works for real. Objects are attracted to each other some kinda way. Small one's going to the big one, but the big one is—staak it. I'm walkin'.

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Like I Did YesterdayThe ending was a simple four-word line of dialogue.

I don't love you.

That didn't really seem right to Jess. It wasn't anywhere near creative enough for him, not even creative enough for Jude. Jess wanted to rewrite that ending—but in order to do that, he'd have to change the past, and the only way to change the past would be to remember it.

All of it.

So he started from the beginning.

He started trying to find his mom's old camera, it was probably buried under clothes and journals and paper, so much fucking paper—that always drove Jude crazy, that Jess couldn't keep his 'writing shit' contained.

Maybe that was why Jude endeLike I Did Yesterday by ~the-queen-of-youth

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She had overslept, and therefore she had missed the first bus stop, and had been forced to run to the next one in hope of not missing the buss altogether.

She was late, and had missed the first stop, and therefore the buss was already full when she got on.

She huffed in annoyance as the buss pulled out of the stop and she looked around the stuffed buss in hope of spotting an empty seat.

She had been late that morning, and as she looked back on it, everything that day had somewhat been meant to be.

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Someone is knocking on the front desk. I wake up.
It is a guy. He is wearing a suit.
"I am sorry." I apologize. "How can I help you?"
"Is there any room left?" He asks. I glance at his companion as I turn on the computer. She is wearing casuals. But she seems too young. I smother my suspicion. It's none of my business.
"Ryota. Room two-o-five. Could you?" Ayaka says as she comes down the stairs.
"Got it." I answer.
Some people make use of toys when they are in the hotel. Some of them leave it behind. There is a pink ellipsoid on the table. I pick it with a picker. It is covered with lubricant, or something else. It disgusts me. I put the ellipsoid in a trash bag.
I feel dizzy. I wipe my forehead. It is covered with cold sweat. I head into the bathroom in the room. I remember. I had a disgusting dream. I vomit into the toilet. Nothing but sour yellowish water comes out of my mouth.
I step into the room behind the lobby. Ayaka is watching television. I collapse into the sofaThe Transparent Mask - Chapter Six by ~Retoriker

That Last Night: Chapter 2 “So,” she said, ignoring my actions. “How have you been?”
I could have said anything. I could have told her how amazing Mel and I were doing. I could have said how much I loved Mel and how much I cared for her, and although that was the truth, the love I had felt for Melanie at the moment wasn’t nearly as strong as the love I had felt for Cass only months before. I could have told her I was doing brilliant, never been better in my whole life. But for some reason, I found myself in a dilemma and not wanting to say any of this.
In months passed, I found myself fighting temptation of saying whThat Last Night: Chapter 2 by *Valerie6665

:EnGarde- Ch 10:

EnGarde

Chapter 10

---------------

"En Garde, ready? Fence!" The referee shouted, bringing his hands together.

Ethan rushed forward, surprisingly quick for his size, and Caleb advanced as if he planned to meet him in the middle of the platform. The brunette saw him sink down, a motion he had noted in the last match as preceding an attack for the larger fencer.

The prodigy scrambled backwards as Bradford lunged towards him, the blade rushing past Caleb's mask, so close he could hear it whistle through the air as he reached out and tapped the black haired boy on the shoulder. They stayed frozen like that for a second after the buzzer went :EnGarde- Ch 10: by ~Demyboilover

White Wolf - Chapter II by *Shanster12

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Foreign Languages

L'homme et la roseC'est comme une empreinte profonde incrustée dans l'air, un chemin balisé qu'il suit à la trace.
Cette odeur capiteuse l'avait cueilli ce matin, au réveil, à l'improviste, provoquant immédiatement chez lui une nausée violente autant que la surprise la plus totale.
Il s'était levé, hébété, aveuglé par le soleil violent qui inondait déjà la pièce, et s'était rendu d'un pas hésitant jusqu'au lavabo pour s'asperger le visage à grands coups d'eau glacée, histoire de s’éclaircir au plus vite les idées. Et dans l'air, partout, envahissante, cette odeur, ce parfum, puissant, comme surgi d'un rêve ancien ou d'un passé révolu.
Ça n'était pourtant tout simplement pas possible. Est-ce que ses abus de la veille lui avaient vrillé le cerveau au poiL'homme et la rose by ~SuzelH

Nuit d'hiverNuit d’hiver…

Songes d'une nuit,
Rêves de paix
Glissement doux et feutré
De la neige tourbillonnante
Silence troublé
Par d'infimes craquements.

Des pas dans la neige...

Vent froid se glissant partout,
Étoiles scintillantes,
Glissement doux et feutré
De la neige tourbillonnante
Silence
Craquements.

Tes pas dans la neige...

Rêve s'échappant
Tel une écharpe de brume...
Réveil par le
Glissement doux et feutré
De la neige tourbillonnante.
Bouffée d'air froid, porte ouverte,
Craquements.

Mes pas dans la neige...

Cheveux virevoltants
Nuage de vapeur,
Glissement doux et feutré
De la neige tourbillonnante
Craquements.
Je suis lenteNuit d'hiver by ~Eryshta

Le LivreC'est un Livre en peau d'âme,
Surtout n'en lis jamais
Ne serait-ce qu'une page,
Une préface, un sonnet,
Il hanterait tes jours fades
Les emplirait d'Ennui,
Et tes nuits insomniaques
Couleraient dans la Folie
Ta raison vacillante,
Aux sens désorientés,
Hurlant le manque cruel
Du Feu de ses écrits,
Et jamais homme ni femme
Ne comblerait ce Vide,
Cette faim insatiable
Qu'il créerait dans ta vie.
Aucun autre sentiment
Ne te ferait vibrer
Que le Vélin sensible
De cet ouvrage infâme.
C'est un Livre en peau d'âme,
Je l'ai lu en entier,
Je suis devenu Diable,
Car je n'ai plus de Paix,
Et ne peux plus le voir,
Le sentir ni toucher.
C'est ainsi mon Enfer,
Ô Livre abominable,
Et l'unique Raison pour laquelle je brûlerai
Tous ses lecteurs avides qui n'écoutent jamais
Les conseils avisés du diable, qui pourtant les prévient,
Qui le lisent malgré tout, et qui lui rient au nez.Le Livre by ~SuzelH

Le lienAime-moi.
Simplement.
Sans raison ni manière.
Un élan de coeur simple,
Une seconde sur la terre,
D'amour pur et naïf,
Profond mais éphémère.
Je t'aimerai de même,
Un instant, comme un frère,
Il roulera des larmes,
Dans nos yeux,
C'est probable,
Mais elles ne couleront pas,
Et nous ne dirons rien,
Car la pudeur des âmes
Est forte, sombre et fière.
Il reste juste une lueur,
Vive mais passée déjà,
Peut-être ai-je donc rêvé
Ce lien imaginaire
Qui me reliait à toi,
Car tu me lâches la main,
Et pars vers le lointain,
Dans un brouillard d'éther.
Je ne regarde pas en arrière,
Mais je ne t'oublie pas.
Chaque amour, s'il diffère,
Existe bel et bien.
Je sais qu'à ta façon,
Dans ce monde, ou ailleurs,
Au-delà des rêves,
Et par-delà les peurs,
Toujours tu m'aimeras,
Toi mon ami de coeur.Le lien by ~SuzelH

Foreign Languages

Non Fiction

Before.So this is how it’s going down:

I have had my hair long for at least fifteen years. I remember—or at least, I think I remember—climbing up on the sink in our trailer-house, finger the back of my head and saying, “Mom, I want long hair.”

I’ve had it growing ever since.

That’s not to say I’ve never had a haircut, just that I’ve never had it short ever since. I trim a bit here, clip a bit there, get rid of bubble gum and bramble seeds and sometimes snip some bangs up when I’m feeling rebellious. I usually regret the bangs pretty quickly. Now, my hair is eighteen inches long from the Before. by ~BeaBae

My Last Stuffing by ~growinluvhandles

Choose Your Name“John Brant,” I whispered, and a dashing British gentleman appeared in my mind, arrogant and suave as the slim-fitting Italian suit he wore. He sounded classy, not overly pompous. But there was just something about him. He could be the cool confident charmer I was looking for. But he could just as well be a stiff stocky soldier with his pride shoved far up his ass.

“John Chase,” The name rolled smoothly off my tongue. Another man took form, both the same and different from the first. He was just as charming, perhaps a little lower in class with a bolder tongue. And was that a little mischief I saw in his eyes? UndoubtChoose Your Name by ~yoursingingsatellite

Where's Sanity?I cant anymore.
No I really cant anymore.

Everything,
all this stress.
I know this,
I know there's no going back.

Is there any exceptions?
If I asked,
will they say yes?

I know,
I know.
I'm totally desperate.

I know,
I know.
This might be illegal.
I don't care.
I really don't care.

I just cant take it anymore.
I care about,
how anyone looks at me.

I care about,
what written about me,
on that paper.
on the freaking sheet of paper.

Where is it?
Where is that light that's suppose to stop my tears.

How did I lose my way?
Where did I ever go wrong???
I THOUGHT THIS WORLD WAS SO GREAT.

But where am I now?Where's Sanity? by ~BlackTealways

Non Fiction

General Prose

Bang the DoldrumsWe were the reigning monarchs of summer.

There was a wide open area behind my house, and I was only allowed out of the house for thirty minutes at thirteen years old.

So I ran out, ran up the hill and climbed up our throne of an oak tree, waiting for him.

Same time every day, same routine. His house was on the opposite side of the hill, and it was never too long before he came out after me.

I'd drop out of the tree, slamming a hug into him like it'd been months and months since I'd last seen him, not twenty-four hours.

He'd just absorb the hug and not give anything back, like the leech he was, but he'd smile at me. He wanted to have a siBang the Doldrums by ~the-queen-of-youth

DominanceAs my fifteenth piece i attempted to talk about Dominance:

I understand the strong stand point of, you're strong or you die, you're intelligent or you fail, you dominate or be dominated, true or not, it Is something we should try to overcome, we are no longer roaming animals fighting viciously for our own survival, nor am I suggesting a hippie state, because personally I think that would be a terrible Idea.

Love and hate has its places, when a man dominates another it makes him correct, whether or not he actually is, what he says and does is seen and judged as correct and that is harmful.

Power and dominance given to or obtained by someoneDominance by ~Solilska

Nuclear - PrologueItaly. We were supposed to go to Italy.. It was our final week of high school. For good. Each year, the senior class voted on where to go for the class trip. We could go anywhere if we raised enough money.. This year we voted for Vatican City, Italy. It was a 14 hour flight with 24 rowdy students crammed into a plane. It was supposed to be fun, a way of remembering everything that had happened throughout the school years. We had no idea the hell we were about to endure.. Our thoughts then were what we were planning to do once we landed. Stay in a hotel, explore the cities grandeur, we were determined to do everything we possibly could in VatiNuclear - Prologue by ~BearTins

A Letter To My BodyDear my body,

Here I bestow an official apology for all the things I put you through.

The spirits, substances and so-called foods that you are forced to consume and digest against your will.
For every last hormone-changing pill.
For every time I slide a razor across your tender skin to cut back hair again and again.
For every time I deprive you of sleep when you are already so deprived of energy. And then the days when I refuse to get out of bed and so you miss the sunlight.
I apologise for wanting to hurt you when I'm in need of emotional rehabilitation.
For biting the skin on your fingers when I'm nervous.
For previously feeding you the cA Letter To My Body by ~Lady---Vengeance

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Dirty Dancing Does Dallas"Baby!" my dad shouted upstairs; "come with us to Kellerman's, a resort in the Catskill Mountains where you can meet Patrick Duffy! But don't get an abortion!"

That was the 1985-1986 season, when everybody called me "Baby."

That was when I couldn't wait to join the Peace Corps, and I thought I'd never find a guy as great as my dad.

That was the season we went to Kellerman's and met Patrick Duffy.

"Baby!" my dad shouted behind him; "complimentary dance lessons in the gazebo!"

I developed a crush on the resort's dance instructor Patrick Duffy. Later, I discovered his dance partner needed an abortion. My dad told me not to get an abortion, Dirty Dancing Does Dallas by =JoeyLiverwurst

Slenderman: Creature of the Night: Part 1It’s dark. I can barely make out the shapes of the bricks on the wall opposite. This room; my cell, is barely a few metres square - a temporary holding cell in which I shall be kept until they decide what to do with me. My head is swimming with thoughts and ideas I have never considered before; maybe I really am insane as they so claim. I have no idea as to how long I have been here; time has no meaning any more.

I hear footsteps outside the cell, and the clicking of the key in the lock. The door swings open and the dank cell is flooded with the bright light of the hallway. Squinting in the bright light, I make out three figures in theSlenderman: Creature of the Night: Part 1 by *ADistortedUtopia

2 World War ch.19-In the Disney Village-
Stitch jumped from roof to roof, chasing down three of his flying ‘cousins’. One was a small pink ‘cousin’ with a big head with a baby-like face, tiny purple insect-like wings, stubby legs and arms, short ears, plump cheeks, purple nose, a yellow pacifier in his mouth and a long baby rattle-shaped tail [1]. Another was a small green mosquito-like ‘cousin’ with four purple eyes, four wings and six legs [2]. The third was a grey cloud-like ‘cousin’ with small black eyes, and thin mouth [3].
“Aggaba, cousins!” Stitch yelled while the two flew to get away. The baby-like ‘cousin’ then turned around and released a pink powder from its tail. “Whoa!” Stitch gasped. He quickly jumped over the powder. “Naga bootifa!” Stitch snarled at the baby-like ‘cousin’. The mosquito-like ‘cousin’ then fired a purple ray from its stinger. Stitch quickly ran, jumped,2 World War ch.19 by ~wwhulk12

Switched-Part-6

They walked through the city searching almost half heartedly as they went. They weren’t very surprised with the huge city as they had all lived in one for most of their lives. But they soon came upon a park at about noon and decided to take a break for a little while. So Annabeth bought a hotdog at one of the venders and they all went deep into the green of the park where the Hudson ran right behind them and all that they could see was an old shed that didn’t seem like much. There were no benches but it wasn’t terribly awful to sit in the cool grass, letting their millions of small leaves caress their bodies while the sun peSwitched-Part-6 by ~sorandkiari

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Read At Your Own Risk 'It's too late when everything goes dark'
- The Hoosiers.

Pitch. Black. Darkness.

My eyes attempt to adjust, yet see nothing. I am engulfed in complete blackness. Not even a hint of light can be seen. My eyes are wide open but there is nothing in front of me. Nothing I can see.

I am petrified. Uncontrollably shaking. Huddled in a corner of my bedroom. There is no escape. There is nothing I can do. He is coming for me. Because I know the truth. Because I know of his existence.

You know when you hear your houRead At Your Own Risk by ~CupofCharlie

Ricochet by ~SeptemberSunrise

Illness and RosesI was fourteen the day I found the field of azure roses, their neon green stems pregnant with a poisonous liquor. It was the second Tuesday in May. I remember because it was the same day I killed my mum.

Over the past two years I had seen my mum's face grow sallow, her eyes become hollow. Her smile, which once had filled me with happiness on even my gloomy days, had become taught and zombie-like. I often went into her room, and stared at her with a grim fascination that slowly became fear. Mum had once told me that I shouldn't worry; she wasn't going to give up without a fight. But as her breathing worsened, until she could no longer take brIllness and Roses by ~Shyanne-Kai

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                                                             - Death Cab for Cutie.

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On Recursive ThoughtsThis curve of bone no more than
a whitened hive. Inside,
legs, jointed. How these feet catch
and scratch and cling,
a claw in each synapse,
a voice for each and every touch.
A why and why again.
A gauze of wings, held up,
a gauze before my eyes, a misted world,
those stick-dry veins blurred and close.
Somewhere the scent of venom,
the sharpness caught behind my skull.
Each needle-sting a thought and thought again,
a layering up, another string of words,
another cascade of loosened thoughts, a buzz
of voices with their tired whys.
One day I may open this hive-mouth
and watch the exodus go by.On Recursive Thoughts by =Aconitum-Napellus

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Love Song of Circe - Ch.6 Too big? by ~growinluvhandles

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show me your dreamsit doesn't matter how vast your dreams are, but how much of it you turned into reality.show me your dreams by ~kimkwanho

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to the magical worldif you could warp away to the magical world
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~Garnette1601 Apr 5, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

haha! Joined on my first try, within the first minute! HAHA!

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~TheFS Oct 12, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Hey, my name is Ed. I've been writing my novel, The Fallen Star. I've recently finished posting the entire book! I would love if a few people could read through it and tell me what they think; I would love to get it published one day

Siale was no longer safe for the Watchers; they were forced to flee from the city. Little did Rantil know that his life was going to change forever. He was about to be caught in an age-old battle between the Chalders of Ciameth and the Demons of Dremnor. He was Truaine's only hope.

Join him on his journey across Truaine; through the memories he'd rather forget, over vast mountain ranges and eventually beneath the Phayorian Mountains in ancient tunnels - created when the world was so much more than it has become.

The Fallen Star would change everything.

Visit the Map of Truaine

<<< The Fallen Star <<< --|||-- >>> Chapter 1 >>>

*ReinShiroyama Oct 12, 2012 Student Writer

Wow what an accomplishment! Congratulations! The overview sounds very interesting. I'll be sure to get right to reading it!

~TheFS Oct 13, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks

It's taken, what? seven years to get to this point from when I first started

*ReinShiroyama Oct 13, 2012 Student Writer

Gee, that is serious dedication! Simply amazing~!

*Cranberry413 Aug 26, 2012

Is there a limit on deviation submissions?

*DanikaMilles Sep 13, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

It is 5 a day per folder.

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Thanks!

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