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alyashaa777 — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 06:34:38 GMT

I really want to know just to do it for fun. :)

Playboy Alex (warning! Contains mature content)

amethyst_x — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 01:47:29 GMT

..... O.O

She placed her hands on his face and whispered sweet words of love to him. He knew the reason she did. She wanted him, wanted him for her, wanted him inside her. For every second that passed he was kissing her and holding her against him. She placed her lips on his and delved her tongue inside his mouth. It seemed that she was doing more of the work than him. He lifted her heavy top off her and placed his hands on her breasts and the other on her lower back, bringing her closer to him.

�Thirty minutes passed

The woman lay on him and smiled happily. �Ah� that was� satisfying.� She stood up a bit, her light brown hair trailing behind her. �Say. Want to try that again?� The women offered him the chance to make love again but he denied her. �Thirty minutes of sex means thirty dollars. Hand it over.� He demanded and looked at her with no emotion. �Didn�t you like the sex?! You don�t always get the chance to do some sexy lady.� She was outraged and wanted to slap him but kept herself from doing it.

�First of all. I didn�t like the sex. Second, I always get the chance to do sexy women. In fact, they pay me to do them. So your not the only one.� She bit her lip and tears began to form. The woman got off the bed and started getting dressed rapidly. He sat up and combed his fingers through his hair. �Why do you do this, Alex?� She screamed.

�Is that any of your business?� He answered, sighing. Words couldn�t express her anger and broken heart. Alex got off the bed and walked over to her. He was bare but he didn�t really care. She avoided the urge to look down below at his� friend. �Natalie� don�t be angry�� He soothed her with his words and looked at her with his hypnotizing light jade eyes.

�I hate you�� She mumbled and started to turn away from him. Alex turned her back to face him and kissed her passionately. Natalie started to wrap her hands around him but he stepped away from her and winked. �I have to go to work. Later okay?� She nodded, her hair bobbing up and down. Alex smiled and bent down to retrieve his jeans. So easy to seduce, he thought to himself as he slipped his jeans on. He looked up to see Natalie, to find that she had left. A grin played upon his face.

the horrible moment

kaileyboo — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 23:06:07 GMT

this is the story of a family. Plz reply to this i hope u like it!

in an old shriveld up house near the woods there was a family with two children one girl one boy. The boy was tomas. The girl was tory.but the parents worked alot. Tomas would be at practice for football when tory was babysitted. The babysitter was a rude 20 year old man.one night the parents came home and couldnt find tory so they told tomas to go out and try to find tory in the woods. Tomas took a flashlight and his dads old shot gun he got for christmas. After an hour tomas hadnt come back. So his father went to the woods to find tomas so he took a flashlight and a shot gun. After an hour the dad hadnt come back so the mom went out as ussauly she got a flash light and tried to find a shot gun. She found it. Went out to the woods and saw tomas,dad,and tory tied to a tree screaming not to be killed. The mom hid and watched the man until she found out she had a gun. She got her gun and gave it a shot and didnt make it but the man got a gun and killed her. And he said to the rest of em ur gonna be next. The man first got tory and told her to say goodbye to the family she has. And she tried to escape. She made it to the closest house. She told them the story and they beleived her and called the cops the cops went to the woods to find the whole family dead even the babysitter.

BLOW OVER

meezsister24 — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 21:56:51 GMT

WHAT 2 YOU AND MANY
FEELING VERY WEARY
COMES PETER
AND THE PUMKIN EATER

RUN PETER RUN
RUNNING IS NO FUN
PETER DIED
AND NO ONE CRIED

BECAUSE HE DIDN'T EXSIST

Guys have it better Than Girls (short story!!!)

vampriss911 — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 15:04:51 GMT

:happysmile:Hey everyone this is my first time posting a story but i hope you like it cause i LOVE to right!

Guys have it better than Girls

As I apply my dark, black, eyeliner to my boring blue eyes I wonder why we girls are cursed with the need to wear makeup while guys can walk around wearing nothing but boxer shorts and a t-shirt. Guys didn�t have to impress girls with jewelry and makeup. They were fine and dandy the way they were.
I push these thoughts out of my head and continue with my morning hair and makeup routine.
Instead I wonder what my name would be backwards. Ecila? It�s actually sort of cute.
�Alice, come down for breakfast sweetie or you�re going to be late!� My mother calls from the door. I stare at my clock; 7:00. School didn�t start for another hour and forty-five minutes! I remember that Mom�s clock is off by a lot so I just go with the flow.
�Coming Mom!� I yell rolling my eyes. No wonder we had burnt spaghetti last night.
I trot down to the kitchen and grab my dad�s half eaten toaster strudel. I live for these things. They�re so creamy and sweet, plus I just love the little Pillsbury guy. He�s so cute. Mom is waiting at the door with her arms crossed.
�That is your father�s.� She says ripping the strudel out of my hands. �Get your own.� Now you might think that my mom seems really rude, but she is actually one of the coolest moms I know. She lets me do a lot of things other moms wouldn�t even dare to let their kids get away with. She lets me check my emails before I do my homework and go to bed whenever I want. I guess this is because she is not my real mom.
Carolynn is actually my mom�s twin sister. She has the same almond eyes, same brown hair, and same long lashes. She started to take care of me when I was two because my mom didn�t want me. But Carolynn did. I couldn�t talk until about three months after she took me in so I will forever call her mom.
I ignore Mom�s comment and walk out the front door.
As I walk I hum to myself. I�m so focused on the song that I crash into the bus stop pole. A couple kids snicker, some just roll their eyes, and one blonde boy is reading a book so he doesn�t notice. The bus pulls up and we all get on. I�m excited to sit with my boyfriend, Talon, but I see he�s sitting with another girl. As I get closer I see that it�s actually my best friend, Nicole, he�s sitting with. I�m dumbfounded. Talon�s my boyfriend not Nicole�s!
�Oh, hi Alice!� Nicole says in a cheery voice as Talon tightens his grip around her waist. I glare at her. Her smile droops. �What�s wrong?� Clearly she is acting dumb to anger me.
�Nicole, why are you sitting with Talon?� I ask my voice squeaking at the end.
�Talon is my boyfriend. Duh!� She giggles her brown hair bouncing up and down. Tears brim my eyes.
I slap Talon hard across the face. �How dare you cheat on me you� you�player!� I run to the back of the bus and plop down in a seat next to the blonde boy from earlier. I start bawling. He looks up and closes his book his gray eyes sparkling with understanding.
�So�� He says blushing. I look up at him with anger and then start to cry again. �Well if you don�t want to talk I�ll just get back to my book� Oh and a bit of advice, never date a flirt cause he�ll probably end up liking your best friend.� He smirked at me. �By the way I�m Miles, Miles Parker.� He grabs my hand. �I think we�ll get along just fine.� We smile at each other. Today I learn guys do have it better than girls� well sometimes.

Chicken Head Blog

_james_luvs_her_ — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 03:57:12 GMT

Future Story. Just Claiming My Title. Stay Tuned.

I love you a thousand red M&M's

mrs_vandelza — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 00:57:21 GMT

Emma'Lee walked down the halls of Trubin high in what seemed to be slow motion. Her long beautiful blonde curls swayed behind her. She batted her long eye lashes and flashed her emerald green eyes. She showed her straight white teeth, the smile of a presidents daughter. Her big stomach poked out of her white Louis Vuitton sweater.
She was eight months pregnant and looked as if she were about to burst. The more people whispered, the more she smiled. She was well known at Trubin high school. For her confidence, talent, generosity, and much more. Four of her closet friends walked behind her. Dana, Semora, Serita, And Kelsey. Everyone knew about her famous boyfriend, Jay, who was a male model. Semora always complained about how he was twenty and she was only sixteen. She and Serita were twins, they had short, straight brown hair and soft bedroom brown eyes. Although Semora was sour, Emma'Lee loved her to death. Dana and Kelsey had red hair and blue eyes. They weren't sisters but they sure did look alike. The only difference was that Kelsey had freckles and Dana had a mole just above her lip.
The five girls went into the library for study hall. They never studied, they always found a table at the back of the library and talked about anything and everything.
"So how was you're night with the model?" Kelsey said grinning and putting down her bag.
"Ehh, it was alright, we went to his dad's grand opening of his cafe" Emma'Lee looked over at Semora after feeling someones eyes on her.
"Moraaa" Emma'Lee whined. "You always ruin all the fun"
"What fun is it to date a twenty year old?!" Semora said rolling her eyes
"Someones jealous" Dana said and busted out laughing. She tried to hold the laughter in when the librarian told her to keep her voice low.
"Well I'm carrying his child so its to late to leave." Emma'Lee said now irritated and offended by the rude comments. No more words were said.

Continue?
Critics please

Go Green.Why go green?Will you save our planet?View now

alayeia — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 22:58:36 GMT

What�s the problem?

According to the U.S. Census Bureau, the world population is expanding at a mind-boggling rate. The world reached 1 billion people in 1800; 2 billion by 1922; and over 6 billion by 2000. It is estimated that the population will swell to over 9 billion by 2050. That means that if the world�s natural resources were evenly distributed, people in 2050 will only have 25% of the resources per capita that people in 1950 had.
The world has a fixed amount of natural resources - some of which are already depleted. So as population growth greatly strains our finite resources, there are fewer resources available. If we intend to leave our children and grandchildren with the same standard of living we have enjoyed, we must preserve the foundation of that standard of living. We save for college educations, orthodontia, and weddings, but what about saving clean air, water, fuel sources and soil for future generations?
Some of the greatest threats to future resources come from things we throw away everyday. Household batteries and electronics often contain dangerous chemicals that may, if sent to a local landfill, leak through the bottom barrier and pollute the groundwater. This can contaminate everything from the soil in which our food grows, to the water which will eventually come out of aquifers and into our tap water. Many of these chemicals cannot be removed from the drinking water supply, nor from the crops that are harvested from contaminated fields. The risks to human health are tremendous.
Throwing away items that could be recycled diminishes energy, water and natural resources that could be saved by recycling.
Did you know...

For every ton of paper that is recycled, the following is saved: 7,000 gallons of water; 380 gallons of oil; and enough electricity to power an average house for six months.
You can run a TV for six hours on the amount of electricity that is saved by recycling one aluminum can.
By recycling just one glass bottle, you save enough electricity to power a 100-watt bulb for four hours.

The more we throw away, the more space we take up in landfills. When a landfill becomes a �landfull�, taxpayers have to build a new one. The less we throw away, the longer our landfills will last. The amount of taxpayer money we save by extending the longevity of our landfills is an important community benefit:thumbsup:

The Amazons (short story)

jmrb — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 21:11:21 GMT

What's your name? Where are you from? Whay did you kill all those people? They kept asking her the same questions, but she had yet to speak. The girl, no more than fifteen years old, looked up at them with the same hurt yet hard expression in her dark brown eyes, and she wished for the seven hundred thirty-ninth time that she wasn't in this plastic prison. The tall greasy-haired detective and the carmel-skinned deputy plugged on uselessly. Why did you do this? Are you part of a hate group? Where are the bodies?
Finally, they brought in a new man, and the others left for a break. Detective Wolfe was young and gentle, having not been in the business long enough to be battle-hardened.
"Hello, sweetheart," he said gently. "Can I get you anything? Some food or water?"
The girl looked at him with a sorrowful curiosity. "Hello, Detective."
Those were the first words to leave her lips in the five hour interrogation.
The tape recorder sat at the ready, in case another miracle occured.
"You know we have your friends in other cells, each specially made to contain your remarkable... Abilities. We're almost ready to use force to get you to talk."
"I am no child, Detective. I have roamed the Earth longer than you're grandfather's been alive." Her voice took on an otherwordly darkness and shadows seemed to gather round her as she continued. "Do not lie and play games with me." The girl slumped back into her plastic chair.
The Wolfe tried, unsuccessfully to seem unfazed by the supernatural occurence. After all, it was right there in her profile, wields phenomenal power. "Some people think your evil."
"People fear what they don't understand."
It seemed she would talk with him. Wolfe turned a plastic chair backwards and straddled it, following the girl's eyes as they travelled... Well, south. She shivered.
"Is that what you are? Misunderstood? Has somebody hurt you?" Her brown eyes flickered back up to Wolfe's own hazel ones.
"You have no idea." With the amusement in her eyes, the statement was almost comical.
Wolfe continued cautiously. "Did a man... Violate you?"
"What do you think?"
He took in her brown skin, marked by dark scars and her troubled eyes. No doubt she was a beautiful girl, and with her tiny stature, well, it seemed easy. But then there was the power that just oozed from her and her slumped body that said she could kill you right then if she wanted.
"Maybe."
"Lie."
Damn, she was good. "What's your name, honey?"
"I am the earth trodden under your feet. I am the earth whom God's breath greets."
Nothing new, but Wolfe's eyes sparkled. "Yesss, you 'have an affinity' for earth don't you? And your friends are fire, water, and air. That's why we've got you in this plastic prison."
"It is not natural, these chemicals and synthetics."
Wolfe nodded. "It's bad?"
"Yes."
"Like you?"
The brown-skinned girl lapsed back into her customary silence. "I am not evil. Earth gives and Earth takes."
"144,000 people?"
"We were made of dust, just a little lower than the angels."
"I didn't ask--"
"Made in the image of God."
"Do you think you're God?" He waited. "What's your name?... Where did you put the bodies?"
"They've returned to the earth. Ashes to ashes--"
"Dust to dust. I know that one."
This was awarded with a slow, sad smile. "I'm dying, Luke."
"How did you know my--"
"We all are. Mother Nature is dying because of humans' deeds. You're poisoning your earth."
Now it was his turn to be silent as he watched the tears stream down her face. Tears polluted as if by smoke and exhaust.
"Do you belive in God, Luke Wolfe?"
"Not really, I had questions, but--"
"You'd better start believing very quickly." Her body gave a tremendous heave, shuddered, and her eyes widened with pain. Then the girl went stiff and the light in her eyes faded. She died.

~ Walk in my shoes ~

punk_princess_8 — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 18:42:55 GMT

First story, hope you like it =]
Thanks to my friends; Lizzie<3,Michelle<3 And Bailey<3 Ohh and Trey<3 for letting me put their names in my story =]
[[ Probably going to change title later on ]]

It seems like forever since i came to this place, with its high ceiling that has a sky light with birds flying over it. There are so many shops and so many shoppers trying to get a good deal. The mall is always packed, i wonder why i use to love it here. I dont know how long its been but it seems like forever since the wreck and the funeral, the dark rainy funeral. Why did She have to die? Why couldnt it be me instand of me? God, i miss my mum. Why did my dad,uncle and my three brothers and cousins have to drag me here? Me and my mom use to shop all the time but since the wreck and i havent came here since well, maybe a couple of times but it was painful. " Jonie! Dad asked you a question! " My brother Zack said, shaking my arm. " Sorry, what did you say, Dad? " I asked looking up at my dad, my dad has dark brown hair almost black that covers his forehead, kinda like a skater do with a emo kick. And light brown eyes. " I said, are you ready to exactly shop? " My dad asked with his arms crossed over his chest. " I guess " I said standing up from the table at the food court. "Jonie! Is that you! " A voice behind me yelled over the mall noise. I turn and find three girls standing a table away from me. " Yeah? " I said to them. They look at each other then at me then they ran and hugged me, almost knocking me to the ground. The one thats my heigth with black hair looks me in my blue eyes that i got from my mom and said " Jonie Sky, do you not remember us? " She said then steped back, I do remember, their my friends from middle school who go to a private school out of Redbrook. " Yes, Lizzie, i remember you " I said and she smiled showing a cute little gap in her teeth that always makes me smile. " Good, So Jonie, is it true? " The blonde asked whos name is Michelle. " Yeah, is it? " The burnette said whos name is Bailey said. " What are you mates talking about? " I said, my austraila accent strong as ever. Lizzie steped forward " Um, about Trey? " She said, her cheeks turning pink. Lizzie liked Trey but trey liked me but i like someone else. " What about him? " I askedm looking at each one with a confused expression. " Did you sleep with him or not? " Bailey asked with her hands on her hips. " No! I didnt sleep with him! " I yelled a little to loudly. " But Kathy heard from Alex you did " Michelle said with her eyebrow raised. " Trey is my best guy friend, i wouldnt sleep with him " I said shaking my dark brown bangs out of my blue eyes (Rare combo, i know.) " Okay, we believe you, Jon. " Lizzie said, her black shoulder length curly hair bouncing as she moved. " Okay, well, i gotta go but we'll call you. " Michelle said and me her and Lizzie and Bailey exchanged numbers then they disappeared in the crowd.. I returned to my dad,uncle,two cousins and three brothers. " Hey, you okay? " My dad asked with concern in his eyes " yeah, im fine, why? " I asked picking up my messenger bag off the chair. " Just wondering, lets go shop " My dad said and went to lots of stores and bought hardly anything. I bought two shirts,two skirts,A belt and a pair of shoes at hot topic and some purfume from victoria secret and some bra's and pantie's that are see-through lace. My dad gave me a weird look which i ignored. We walked out of the mall and got in the car and im glad my dad draged me there now, i saw some of my friends who's numbers are in my phone and i bought some cute stuff that my dad doesnt approve. We pulled out of the packed parking lot and headed home.

Wishes Always Come True, Don't They?

thegrudge4104 — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 03:19:07 GMT

Hello everyone!! This is my new story I hope you guys like it. :)
Prologue
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There was only one thing that got me up in the morning early enough to actually get to school earlier than five minutes before it actually started. My crush. Actually now that I think about it, I'm almost positive that he was the only reason I got up in the morning. Teenage love. So confusing, so hard, but hey, what do you do? We all fall in love sometime.

Chapter 1
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It was a Monday morning when I first saw him. I remember the day perfectly. There was perfect blue sky with the exception of a few clouds floating around. There were student body speeches today and I was dreading it. "Why do we have to do this?" I would always ask myself. "Why can't they just choose a few and end it? It's not like anybody cares. The only reason anyone likes it is because you get out of class for it, but what's the point? You don't miss a period, all you do is make it up adding on an extra fifteen minutes before lunch."
When the time came I went to the auditorium and brought my I-pod just in case anything got so excruciatingly boring that I couldn't take it anymore. I sat down in the middle with my friends Sam and Kathrine (or kat for short).
"So are you excited?" Sam asked sarcastically.
"Yeah. I'm so excited to hear stupid nerds talk about issues at our school and promise to fix it, then just sit on their butt the whole time," I answered sourly.
"Oh come on," Kat said. "Some of them are actually cute." Sam and I looked at her in disgust.
"How could you say that?" we said in unison.
"Well it's kinda true," Kat said, but just as I was about to ask for proof, the principal came up and shut everyone up. She went through her speech she did every year, then called up the runners for each office. The speeches were boring, but not too bad there had been a few that had actuallly made me chuckle, but that was about it, until they called up the runners for vice president.

That's all for today. I must leave. Please tell me if I should write more.

I have writer's block

poly_dog — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 01:54:10 GMT

Argh! It sucks. Any suggestions?

The Bitter Pill (Temporary Title)

-charliesicko — Tue, 17 Nov 2009 22:55:55 GMT

Aimlessly wandering about the streets, looking for her "home" she came upon another, his name was Skylar. It was as if they knew each other, the way he smiled with a dark grin. It brought memories she never knew were there. The only good was in his eyes. They clearly sparkled with warmth. Grabbing her hand lightly he tugged her along back to where she had come from. Leading her to a house which looked ancient, the only thing that looked new were the doors.
It was as though they were bleached continuously to show off it's glory.

"Vega." he smiled
"Welcome home."

Awoken by the screaming of another, Vega Morana shot up from under the covers. Vaguely remembering the dream she let out a sigh then quietly got out of bed and walked down the dark, shadowy hallway.
Pools of liquid shimmered on the floor in the brilliant moonlight which shone in through the windows.Walking toward the main desks where the nurses were stationed, an odd looking boy with wild, blue neon hair sat. Unassumingly, he was in a straight jacket , looking comforted by it all even with his legs crossed.

A feeling of familiarity struck as she got closer. The blue haired boy's head slowly turned as she stood beside him.Staring into his eyes, her heart had instantaneously combusted inside her chest. For it was those piercing eyes that brought it all back. Those green gems of his.
It was him. Skylar. The boy from all her dreams. There he sat, tied up, looking like he could kill her in a second or two.

In that moment, everything went dark.

Those tired eyes fluttered helplessly like wings, a rush of fatigue overcame her senses. Struggling to sit up, the wires that led into her veins pulled in her skin. Another hand lightly grasped her forearm in order to calm her,but it only alarmed her. Her dark brown eyes flew open in a flash.

"Shh." a calming voice hushed.
"It's okay, I'm harmless. I don't bite." he continued with a smile.

It was Skylar.

"Hi..." she heard her voice say.
"Skylar how many times have I told you to get outta here?" Doctor Moscowitz scolded.
" About nine or ten." he laughed.

This is a story that's been on my mind for a while now. It's based on a conversation I had with a close friend of mine. Surprisingly it started with the idea of biscuits and cheese. Well it's eventually going to develop into something more, of course but for now it's a work in progress and I just wanted to see what other people think.
Plus I need the motivation to write more often .

So, post your comments and critiques, mostly critiques so this plain ol' Jane of a story can become better (:

Thaank you :]♥

A Stupid Tube of Tooth Paste

ohscrewthename — Tue, 17 Nov 2009 16:38:04 GMT

Criss-crossed in a sitting position on the bathroom floor, I slam the nearly empty tube against the tile.

Why won't it come out?!

I glance anxiously at the clock. And yeah, don't ask me why mom decided to put a clock in here...maybe to see how long you've been pooping or hogging the bathroom. It even has a cat face that I think is Felix on it, which is sorta appropriate if you imagine what you're peeing out of...but never mind that perverted thought.

Anyway, as I examine the time, I nearly pee myself when I see what time it is.

7:30. Only ten minutes before school starts. And it takes me seven minutes to walk there.

I make a face at that lying cat and slap the toothpaste tube on the floor. This time, this stupid stuff is coming out.

Damnit, I'll MAKE it freshen my breath!

I bring my foot down on the complacent tube, which results only in my foot hitting the harder part of the plastic. I holler in pain, snatch up the toothpaste, and hurl it in a general direction.

Stupid, stupid, STUPID TOOTH PASTE!!!

As the tube makes contact with what ends up being the shower, it hits the wire rack holding all the shampoo and conditioning products, and the wire rack slowly starts to slide off the top of its hanger.

Almost like in slow motion, and run to grab the wire rack. Thankfully, I manage to grab it with my right arm. But out of the corner of my eye I see the shampoos and conditioners sliding the other direction towards the outside of the tub.

Cursing under my breath, I swing my right arm over and block the six containers with my elbow.

Safe.

As I'm hugging the shower rack like an idiot, I see the toothpaste tube settle comfortably at the back of the tub, gloating from afar.

Why that son of...toothpaste!!! I narrow my eyes at it, unable to do anything with my arms full.

So I use my feet. Bringing my left heel back and making a scrape for the mentally laughing tube, the rack slips from my hands. I get a secure hold on the rack only seconds before it slips, my heel hitting the tube of toothpaste and sending it farther back.

Blast it.

I hear the door open, and my kid brother Kyle comes floundering into the bathroom.

�Ever heard of knocking, twerp?� I snap over my shoulder.

Kyle surveys me and says, �At least I don�t hump bathroom supplies in my spare time.�

�GET OUT!!!�

He looks miffed, �Fine!�

But just before he closes the door, my eyes widen as something dawns on me.

�KYLE! Wait, don�t leave yet�you gotta help me!�

�This is gonna cost you.� He smirks and peeps out from behind the door with a quirked brow. That little poop.

"I don't care, just grab that toothpaste!"

Kyle gives me a weird look, but obliges and picks up the near empty tube with the tips of his fingers and puts it on the counter.

Thank Jesus.

I�m about to start arranging the tubs of bath products back onto the rack, but I stop when I see
Kyle cutting open the tube with scissors and scraping HIS tooth brush around inside the dissected tube, which scoops up a perfect size amount of toothpaste�the very last of it.

�KYLE YOU SON OF A-!!!�

He screams; tooth brush with my toothpaste blob in hand as he runs out of the bathroom.

I scream too, but only because in my anger I accidentally drop the rack on my foot.

By the time I manage to pick everything up and put it away, Kyle has already gone to school, and my mom has already finished her morning coffee, which means I�m royally late for school.

�Mom! Kyle used the last bit of toothpaste when it was MINE, and then I dropped a rack on me, and then I slipped down the stairs, I�m late for school, and-�

�Lily, calm down. Why didn�t you just get the new toothpaste out from under the sink cupboard?� She sets down her beauty magazine and looks at me strangely, but I hardly notice.

N-new tube?

�Why didn�t you tell me?!� I all but scream at her. My mother winces like she�s in pain.

�Well honey, I assumed you knew, since you were the one who put away the groceries last week...�

I twitch.

��And now that you know where the tooth paste is, please brush your teeth. Your breath really reeks.�

So, whatcha think? Feedback, please. :D

Woah there (Do Not Read)

emo_sk8ter_grrll — Tue, 17 Nov 2009 03:42:45 GMT

Err,
I gave up?

World of Reverie

allstariggy — Tue, 17 Nov 2009 03:14:42 GMT

I'm working on a "story", which I want to be turned into a book, someday of course. So, far this is what I have. Tell me what you think...

I know I have problems with tenses...present, past, future. I'm working on it after I read over the finished product.

Otherwise, just tell me about the idea.

Note: This is quite based off of real events in my life.

Introduction

I hate the real world. Not because the economy sucks, or my family is tearing apart. I hate it because of high school. I know, it�s just a phase, everyone goes through tough times in high school, and I�m not the only one. But it�s just different for me. High school takes a huge effect on me. Not the classes being hard, those I just fly by in, it�s the people. I hate those people of high school.

It all began in eighth grade, after I had over dosed on Advil. When I came back from the four day �vacation�, my friends were in a war, basically. There was singling out of each other, no invites to hang out, and lots of fights. We basically split up into two separate groups. It was terrible for me. I was stuck in the middle, and being me, the person who doesn�t like to pick sides, tried to get them back together. Well, they got back together all right, but it was all suddenly turned against me. I was officially out of their lives. I wasn�t ever invited to parties, hanging out at each other�s houses, or invited to go shopping. I was now on my own.

I�d have to say that friends were the majority part of why I hate people. But the second part is also people on the Internet. I mean it�s another world to get away from the real world. Well, it�s worse than the real world. There are so many perverts, and terrible people. I�m not going to lie, I can be like those mean people on the other side of the computer screen, but I also regret it later on.

Bring Forth a Smile.

freckledork — Tue, 17 Nov 2009 02:22:53 GMT

june 6th
it's the last day of school and I can't seem to get over that.
after school lets out, I'm on my own for a whole summer.
god, mom, why does she have to go to that stupid "business meeting" in Hawaii?
at least she's taking allen with her. Thank god.
who knows, maybe a boy will sweep me off my feet and we'll do something drastic together. Perhaps we'll arrive in vegas and get hitched.
ha, like that'll happen. No guy ever wants me like that.
whatever. At least there's oliver. He has to love me. We've been best friends since pre-k.
well, this is it.
this has been avery collins, signing off.

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Avery shut her journal and hopped off her bed. She gave herself a once over in her mirror and smirked. Her dirty blond hair curled unruly around her freckled face. She never wore make-up, even at her soon-to-be senior status. Her deep brown "cow eyes" shined with sarcasm, and she had a sly, almost quizzical expression displayed through her eyebrows. She tugged at her white v-neck, which, gracefully, brushed her denim cut-offs. Her classic black converse completed the "it's the last day of school and I don't give a damn" look. Avery nodded in approval, leaving the room.

"Goodbye Mother," Avery called out as she grabbed her keys, "I'm leaving for school."

Silence. Figures, Avery thought. She headed out, making sure to give the door a good, firm slam. She was greeted by her Wrangler, whom she dubbed Rupert. Avery gave Rupert a light tap on the hood and slid into the driver's seat. Click. Click. Vroom. Off she went.

"Gooooooooooood morning Seaview High. Today is Friday, June 6th, and it is the LAST DAY OF SCHOOL!" A male's voice boomed over the intercom while Avery sat in the cafeteria. Her peers cheered wildly all around her. "I hope you all had a fabulous year here. Be sure to stop by the career center for summer job applications. Have a wonderful, sunny summer Seaviewers." More cheering. Avery just rolled her eyes and flipped through her yearbook.

"Goooooooooood morning Avery Collins. Today is Friday, June 6th, and it is the LAST DAY OF BEING A JUNIOR!" Oliver plopped down in a chair across from Avery, beaming. His sun-bleached brown hair almost looked blond, and his brown eyes sparkled with excitement. Avery gave Oliver a menacing look and returned her gaze to the black and white photos of the junior varsity football team. "Ouch! Don't give me that soul-less look." Oliver drew back slightly, placing his hand over his chest as though he had been offended. Avery rolled her eyes, though she smiled slightly. "There! I saw it. ATTENTION EVERYONE! AVERY COLLINS HAS JUST SMILED!" Oliver shouted over the roar of the students last day jitters. A few people looked and chuckled to themselves. Avery burried her face in the cheap book.

"God Oliver. What's your problem?" Avery huffed, her nose still shoved in-between the glossy pages.

"Your happiness is my problem. We've been best buds since pre-k and you've smiled maybe a dozen times. I will do everything in my power this summer to get you laugh out loud." He raised his eyebrows and pulled apart his cheecks, making a stupid face in an attempt to bring forth a giggle. Instead, Avery just shook her head.

"Stop that. You look like an idiot." Reluctantly, Oliver obliged.

"Party pooper." Oliver stuck his tongue out at Avery. "One day, Avery. One day, will you laugh at my expense." He wagged a finger at her. "Hey, let me sign your yearbook." Oliver dug into his plaid shorts' pockets for a Sharpie.

"Why? I see you every day, and I'll continue to see you every day until something drastic happens, like the sky falls or something." Oliver pouted innocently and Avery tossed him the book.

"Thank you Dearie." He smiled in delight and began scribbling a comment on a blank page. Avery sat with her chin in her palm, waiting to obtain her book. "There. All finished." Oliver grinned and slid the book back into Avery's possession. She began opening the book, only to be stopped by Oliver. "No no no. You're going to have to wait until you're at home, alone." Avery sighed and Oliver nodded contently. "Now, about this summer..." he began. Avery knew this monologue would take a while, so she leaned back in her chair and tried with all her might to pay attention.

Love Can Be Contradicting

ridelova101 — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 02:09:34 GMT

Prologue
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I was running for my life. The cold rain fell upon my skin. Leaves rushed past as I ran. I never looked back, afraid that his beautiful face would stun me. I tripped over fallen branches, but still kept running. Unexpectedly, I felt a grasp around my waist. I struggled to get away, but he held me there with effortless force. Tears streamed down my cheeks while the rain fell. He turned me around to where we were face-to-face. He was beautiful. A small gasp escaped my lips as I looked at his face. He smirked. All of a sudden, I wasn't afraid of him anymore. I knew he had the ability to kill me, but I realized that he wouldn't.

Should I continue this book? [NEEDS your opinion]

mackielynn — Sun, 15 Nov 2009 16:44:03 GMT

OK. So right now im writing this book. I really want to get it published, but i dont know if i should. Thats where my fellow meezers come in. I dont have a name for the book yet. Ill only post part of the first chapter and please reply with your honest opinion. Here we go =]

Could the days have gone by any slower? The aphoristic ticking in my ears drove me mad. I couldn’t see and I couldn’t speak. A blindfold blackened my view, while a cloth muffled my words. Had I been here for months? Or perhaps I had been here for merely a day. But that day would’ve been so torturous and agonizingly slow. Nobody knew where I was, not even I did. All I remember was the pitch black environment and the deep, tough voices filling the room.

Nobody knew where I was. Then again, there was nobody to care where I was; only my older sister and she was probably worried sick about me. But we couldn’t get a search team to rescue me. Ever since my sister and I had gone into the Witness Protection Program, we couldn’t do anything. We changed our names, address and home. My sister was fourteen when she had to raise me. I was only five. I don’t remember either of our real names because I was too young when my mother told us what our new names were. She didn’t tell me why we changed our names, but all I know is that she made me use my new name so much that it completely erased my birth name from my mind. Just the thought of why we are in Witness Protection in the first place makes me cringe.

I felt a tug on the cloth that was gagging me unbearably. One of the huge, tough men unwrapped the cloth that kept me silent. I gasped for air. You don’t know how incredibly sweet fresh air tastes until you’ve been gagged with an old, ratty cloth for as long as I was.
Loud footsteps filled the black silence. My arms were tied behind my back and my legs to the chair I was sitting in. I couldn’t escape no matter how hard I tried and I was scared. I had seen enough movies to know that footsteps in the dark are never a good thing. The only thought running through my mind was whether I would live through this or not. A pair of dreadfully strong hands grabbed my shoulders tightly.

“Is this the girl?” The man behind me monotonously bellowed. He had a strangely deep voice.

I assumed one of the men nodded, because the man behind me quietly replied a simple “excellent.”

His shoes made a faint clicking sound as he paced around me. He grabbed my chin. “Are you Jane?”

Nothing came out of my mouth. I was too afraid to speak. Would it be a good idea to tell this man my name? For all I know he could have my sister held captive as well. This was the kind of situation we were put in Witness Protection to avoid. But I couldn’t tell if this man wanted to help me or harm me and my sister. Then again, if he wanted to help me, I wouldn’t have been bounded and gagged. The whole situation I was in was crazy and so unreal.

“Answer me!” He slammed a fist down on what I assumed was a wall.

The air tasted bitter now. I thought it would be better to speak than to find out what would happen if I didn’t. “Yes. I’m Jane.” The man knew my Witness Protection name. He had to be bad news.

“Is your sister Morgan?” His voice was cold and harsh. There was no upbeat tonality in his voice.

I nodded. Words refused to come out again. The bitter air taste filled my lungs again.

He let out a long sigh. “Who are your parents?”

“I don’t know.” I spoke the truth.

“You’re a stupid girl, Jane.” He slapped me hard on my cheek with the back side of his hand.

“You answer all questions I ask you. Is that understood?”

Again, I nodded. Shivers shot down my spine. I’m going to die. I’m going to die.

“Who are your parents?”

“I don’t know. I don’t remember.” I couldn’t remember them at all. They both disappeared shortly after Morgan and I were put in Witness Protection.

The man let out a malevolent laugh. It was so evil and cruel. Suddenly, loud clicks that matched the sound of high heeled shoes filled the room. My sister always wore heels. I shook my head. I think too much.

I heard something fall to the floor, followed by desperate gasping. “Let her go! She doesn’t remember anything!” The familiar soprano voice filled the room.

Large hands touched both sides of my face and quickly took the blindfold that obscured my sight terribly. I could see everyone and everything around me. I could see my sister on her knees on the floor with her hands tied behind her back.

Tears dwelled in my eyes. “Morgan!” I impetuously screamed. One of the men pushed the chair I was tied to down and I fell down to the ground viciously.

“Jane…” Morgan looked at me half heartedly.

The man grew impatient with our dramatic reuniting. “Morgan! Who are your parents?”
Morgan bit her lips and then sighed. She questionably asked, “Do you want to know their real names?” Her eyes were solid and stone cold.

“Yes, please.” This man was so confusing. Why would he be polite to a girl he has captive?

A glint flickered in Morgan’s eye. “I will tell you their names…but only if you tell me yours.” An evil grin appeared on her face. Never before had I seen Morgan so scared yet sure and daring.
“You’re in no position to be questioning him!” One of the smaller men behind me boomed. He ran over behind Morgan and pulled a knife to her neck.

My sister was in danger and I couldn’t help her because I was immobilized by these horrific thugs. I was sure we were both going to die at this point. It would only be a matter of time until the man pulled the knife towards himself and…I shuddered. The thought finishes itself.

“I am Logan Roswell. I don’t know what you would know about me or how my name would help you at all. Now, what are your parent’s names?” The man rolled a coin between the fingers on his right hand. It rang when it hit the many rings on his hand.

She hesitated, causing the smaller man behind her to pull the knife into her mouth and no longer to her throat. She gasped and breathed heavily while he laughed a terrible, clownish laugh.

The man shot the smaller man a look. It was more of a glare. The smaller man dropped his knife and stepped back from Morgan. I let out a huge sigh of relief.

“They were Annabelle Harley and Lucas King.” My sister muttered under her breath. She looked at the man with tears streaming down her pale face. “Our parent’s were Annabelle Sarah Harley and Lucas Paul King. They…” She swallowed her words. “They were murdered several years ago by one of you.” She looked at the large man coldly in the eyes as if to say “you will pay for what you have done.”

Would the man ask her how they died? My sister hated to tell the story. If they asked and she didn’t answer, they would kill her. Surely they would.
The large man tossed his coin in the air and caught it very nonchalantly. “How did they die and what do you mean by ‘one of us’?”

Morgan looked at me sorrowfully, then back at the man. “They were murdered by Charlotte Day. Our…” she swallowed her words again. “Our older sister murdered them.”

I looked at Morgan with an expression of shock on my face. That was not the same story she had been telling me for the past nine years of my life. I don’t even recall having an older sister let alone one who was capable of murder.

Tears dwelled in Morgan’s eyes when I looked at her resentfully. “Charlotte was seventeen when she committed the crime. She worked for you.”

“She worked for me?” The man looked puzzled. “I don’t recall her.”

Morgan nodded. “She was your only female accomplice. She was one of your greatest too, if I recall correctly.”

“Ah, yes. I remember her.” The man smiled.

“She committed suicide directly after killing our parents.”

I heard another pair of heels walking down the empty hallways leading to the room we were being interrogated in.

“Are you sure she’s dead?” He glimpsed at the doorway and grinned ear to ear.

Morgan raised one eyebrow. “The police claimed her dead. They told us she had shot herself in the head after killing mom and dad…”

An incredibly beautiful woman leaned against the doorway. Her eyes were a cold, stone black with long, straight black hair to match. She was incredibly slender and tall and her lips were a vibrant red. She was dressed in all black with black leather heeled boots. She had tattoos all down her left arm. Her fingers impatiently tapped against the doorframe. I looked her over once again and I noticed a rifle strapped to her right leg. This woman was intimidating.

“It’s been a while since I have seen you two.” She walked into the room with long, sultry strides. I saw Morgan’s face change to a harsh expression of pain. I looked at Morgan, then at the woman. They looked so similar. Could she be my other older sister?

Honest opinions please =]:heart:

Whats yur favorite love quote/poem?

paigeperfection — Sun, 15 Nov 2009 03:36:14 GMT

Mine is:
Love is like heaven, but it can feel like hell.

Rainy Day

beautygirl27 — Sun, 15 Nov 2009 00:19:29 GMT

She ran up to her house after school that day. "Hi, dear. Why are you all sweaty?" her mother questioned. "B-b-b-," she stammered, "-b-b-bullies." "Oh, where are they?! I will write a strongly worded letter to their mothers," her mother said, looking through the window. She stared at her mother. Letters don't solve everything, she thought, they solve getting you out of trouble when your being accused of something at school. They solve you being able to go on a field trip when you forgot to turn in your permission slip. But this...letters can't solve this! She walked into her bedroom. Her phone rang off the hook when she entered. She wondered who it could be. She picked it up. "Hello?" she answered.

"I'm coming for you, Bethany," the caller said.
"What?"
"I'm coming for you."
"Normally when I say hello the caller replies with their name and who they want to speak to. Not 'I'm coming for you'."
"If you want to know my name, here it goes. I am your worst nightmare."
"Well that's a long name. I don't know any Worst-nightmares so goodbye!"
She hung up. Bethany walked into the living room. "Hi Bethany, who were you talking to?" Bethany's mother was writing a letter-most likely to the bully's mother. "Some person who calls themselves my worst nightmare," Bethany laughed at the thought.

TO BE CONTINUED....

Earth, Fire, Water, Air...

-o_god_u_stink2- — Sat, 14 Nov 2009 18:57:43 GMT

If your going to say that fire isn't an element then that's your opinion -__-

Little drops of water touched his nose as he was walking to school. He reached his hand out as if to try to catch more water. The rain started to grow more intense until his only option was to go inside the nearest building. There was a grey building a little ways away from where he was. His legs started to move. Picking up his pace he started to run towards the building for shelter. Not thinking who owned the building or what it was for he opened the door and quickly entered the warm air. His hands let go of the door and without anyone closing the door it shut by itself.

"Hello? Anyone here?" He called out, trying to figure out if maybe someone was in the building with him. Interest sparked inside him. Footsteps started to sound. Turning to his right he found a little girl about the age of fourteen years old. She smiled welcoming him. Her dark brown eyes eyed him with an emotion he couldn't understand. "Hi."

"Hi." He answered, awkwardly putting his hands in his front pant pockets. "I'm�"

"Oh, no need to waste your breath. I know your name, Adam." She stuck her hand out towards Adam, beckoning him to grasp it. As he shook her hand she said, "Even though i know your name, i don't believe you know mine. I am Skandalia of Trizant, nice to meet you. Finally we can share words."

Her hand was ice to Adam, nevertheless he didn't let go. "Good to meet you too. Why are you here anyways, shouldn't you be in school?"

Skandalia freed her hand from his and put it on her hips. "That is not any of your business. Besides this is my castle." She whispered with a bit of annoyance in her voice.

"What?" Adam turned away from her and ran to the door and pulled. There was a green field with people in silver and black cloaks. They were fighting with swords. Adam noticed one of them firing a red spark at the other. "Oi! No fighting with magic! This is sword-fighting you dimwits!" He traced the voice to a very tall woman dressed in a black dress with a golden cloak. "Amazon woman. So tall..." He mumbled. A hand was placed on his shoulder. It was Skandalia.

"That is the master of weapons." Skandalia murmured. "This is a school for Vantrix's Warriors."

Adam was wide-eyed and his lower-jaw was open. "What the f***"

Winners: Scariest Ghost Story Contest!

gingermeez — Sat, 14 Nov 2009 07:08:09 GMT

Wow, I was impressed! Such talent we have here in Writer's Corner. I enjoyed reading every single one. But of course as always there does have to be winners, and in this case there are three!

Everyone give a Congratulations! to the following:

3rd Place:

Smileychik_100

2nd Place:

M0chi_B00g3r

1st Place:

Ohscrewthename

-__- Inspiration please!

amethyst_x — Sat, 14 Nov 2009 06:54:34 GMT

I need inspiration. Please give me sommeee!

This is the Future...Take it or Leave It.

solarstarrkatt — Sat, 14 Nov 2009 05:32:55 GMT

I walked down the hall, completely unaware of the scene at hand. Kids were runnig down the hall, in complete and utter panic. I had no idea what was going on. Why were the kids screaming? Why were the teachers screaming? There was zero order. Normally, the teachers would be freaking and detentions would fill up fast.
I walked into my English class. The desks were laying on their sides. I bent over, put my books on the floor, picked up a desk, and set it right. I sat down, and started to read. Just then Zach ran into the room.
"Jazzalia, school is no use now. You would do well running. I formed a group of some kids. Want to come?"
I looked at him. His dark brown hair and his light blue eyes would win over any girl. Not me. Not since....
"I remember what happened. Please, come with me. Please."
He was pleading now. I had no choice.
"Sure."
I got up, and left my books on my desk. From what I understood, they were of no use now.
"So we are never coming back?"
He looked at me sadly. The kid loved school.
"Nope."
He led me into the boy's bathroom. I didn't care that it was the boy's bathroom; the only difference is those urinal things. I saw about twelve kids gathered around the center. Tyler, Marie, Ed, Jaylee, Drake, Caleb M., Caleb R., Hannah, Max, Makaylah, Evan, Ashley. All these kids.
Zach stepped into the center. All chatter died down.
"I am pretty sure we are all aware of what is happening. The government has succumbed to the will of ZAXAS. The Zorbed Alletment Xexismist Allerforce Seccribment. Translation to English... The Forces Determined to Take Over. FDTO. They are ordering all adolescents to go to the ZAXAS Academy, or be Executed. The panic? Anyone with other intentions will be shot where they are. Adults are to go to, because they do no know the way of ZAXAS, and pose a threat. The good thing? They are not checking anything. Which means we can escape, or try to overthrow ZAXAS. The option is yours."
I looked at the floor, letting my brown hair drip in front of my face. "I vote to run for a while, let them forget us, then overthrow. This will require planning, though." I pulled from my pocket a small US map. "If we run far enough, we will make it to this forest. The trees are close enough to provide good cover, easy to climb. We need to sneak home, though, and grab the stuff we need. Any questions?" Drake raised his hand.
"What if we get caught?"
"Tell them you are on your way to ZAXAS Academy, but need some stuff. If they say that stuff will be provided, lie. Say you got to use it. Sneak out of the window and run into the woods behind your house. We will meet up there."
I opened the window at the end of the bathroom. Big window. I saw an officer outside.
Oh Crap.