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Story Fragment with Dark and Zaen"Zaen. Zaen."
Someone was shaking Zaen's shoulder. He stirred.
"Wake up, kid. Seriously. I come home and I find you layin' on the floor like a murder victim."
"It's lying, not laying. The verb lay requires a direct object, whereas the verb lie does not..." Zaen mumbled, rubbing his eyes and squinting. Why had Dark turned on such bright lights?
"Lay, lie, whatever." Dark tugged at Zaen's hands. "Get up. It's way past your bedtime."
Zaen moaned, rolled over, and covered his eyes. The room was far too bright. Why was he on the floor again? Oh, right, he had been reading.
"Fine, lazy kid." Dark knelt and put his arms around Zaen. He was giving him a hug? Zaen didn't think Dark liked to give people hugs. Wait... his feet had just left the ground... Oh, Dark had picked him up.
"The floor," Dark continued as he walked, "is a very bad place to sleep. It's dirty, and you ain't gonna be able to sleep well there. And however longStory Fragment with Dark and Zaen2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Watercolor PainWhen you smile,
I turn colorblind.

It turns into a somersault
whenever I gain contact
with your skin,
bare back touching
bare back.

But I'm not hungry
for bedposts.

I just want to
savor each moment your arms
lock into mine,
the romanticism of
the moons in my eyes
and the skies in your words.

There's smoke
behind all those hues
of hazel and your fingers
are porcelain,
but I still love you.Watercolor Pain3 days ago in Free Verse

Alone .It was cold.

Ophelia wrapped her arms around her legs, tucking them even closer to her body, in an attempt to keep warm. Her plain white flannel shirt and trousers were barely enough. Compared to the elaborate gowns that she wore weeks ago, she felt naked. She was sitting on the cold, stone floor, and the candle, its flame unstable and flickering, was her single light source. For three weeks she’d been here; locked up, away from civilization. Her only comfort came from her cat; at least her father had enough sympathy for her to allow the small grey tom to be with her. In a way, Ophelia pitied him… for like her, what had he Alone .2 days ago in Short Stories

BSL Laws and Pit Bull DogsWhat would you do if you were told to get rid of your dog or it will be killed? That is exactly what has been happening to people in cities across the nation. First, it was German Shepherds, next it was Doberman Pinschers, then Rottweilers. Today, it is Pit Bulls and pit bull type dogs. Due to of Breed-Specific Legislation (BSL) laws, cities across the U.S. are banning Pit Bulls and pit bull type dogs. They are being taken from their homes and killed, vicious or not. BSL is “not just about public safety, it’s about targeting breeds of dogs” (Beyond the Myth). BSL is not effective because it is only targeting a specific breed ofBSL Laws and Pit Bull Dogs2 days ago in Academic Essays

Collide.There was a
                   moment;
A beautiful,
                    blissful
                                 moment.
We weren't bodies,
                               We were souls,

Exploring our very existence.

And spirit met spirit,
And skin rushed across skin
As we searched each other's bodies for a deeper love within.
Your veins were a highway,
Your sighs soft and d i s t a n t
As we sped faster into this lustful instant
Twisted and tangled, we were breathing as oneCollide.1 hour ago in Free Verse

Today's Headlines.Today’s Headlines in the Author’s mind.
Samantha Chappel
Sunday, May 19th, 2013.

I have no drive anymore.
All I write is sadness
Because it’s the only emotion I really know.
All I write is romance
Because I’ve always wanted love that way.
All I write is tragedies
Because I’ve always felt like a slave.
I don’t want to tell them my biography.
I don’t want to be a depressing author…

I just want to tell everyone a story…Today's Headlines.3 days ago in Free Verse

The Blue Hourglass: Prologue Prologue

Once upon a time, when our land was not quite as old as it is now, there existed a clock tower.
It had been there since the very beginning, reaching up so high into the sky that on occasion it would be tickled by passing clouds. On its face rustic, heavy hands slowly travelled around its circumference, whilst within it intricate golden cogs ground against one another in an eternal, rotating dance.
With each rotation that the cogs made, the clock ticked a low rumbling tock which travelled through forests and valThe Blue Hourglass: Prologue2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters

Endless Lifetimes [Vampire Diaries Fan Fiction]Title: Endless Lifetimes

Universe: Vampire Diaries: TV series

Rating: PG

Timeline: Post season 4; one thousand years later.

Spoilers: Anything up to and including the season 4 finale, but most will be vague.

Warnings: This is a Klaroline piece, so if they're not your thing, DON'T READ. There are also mentions of Delena and the same applies. Written in second person present tense.

Word Count: 2,368

The world has changed around you for millennia, but these last thousand years have been different.

You have not been forced to endure the passing of time alone, or with the shattered remains of your blood family. You have not had to guard yoEndless Lifetimes [Vampire Diaries Fan Fiction]2 days ago in Short Stories

Adrian's WordsMy name is Adrian Colin. I dedicated my life to art, unfortunately.
I've spent years trying to break through, but without success. I will never give up art, though. Art is the essence in my life, and how can I possibly give up my life? In a hundred years they might acknowledge my work. Honestly, art is a curse. Art is cruel. But art is worth it.Adrian's Words1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters

BP SQ Book 1 Chapter 10"Blah" Normal Talk
-Blah- Comm. Link
Blah Thinking to Oneself or Emphasis…you should be able to figure it out~
Blah Foreign Language. Don't know if I'll be using this one alot but its bears mentioning.
Blah Vocal binary....you'll understand once you get there.

Obscured Perceptions
Book One
Chapter Ten

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Everyone in the Decker Room, maybe even in the entire police station, jumped at the loud and lengthy cry.

“What was that!?” Toudou barked.

“That was Deckerd!” Yuuta gasped. “I’ve never heard him scream like that before.”

“Something’s up, coBP SQ Book 1 Chapter 1020 hours ago in Short Stories

Legend of the Ceolman Fleet 1"Look at me!" the U.S.S. Iowa laughed as he stood on his propellers, showing off to his friends in Ceolman Harbor. The U.S.S. Arizona growled in the distance, their flagship, the R.M.S. Titanic, with him. "Take it easy, Arizona." Titanic said, "He's just playing." "He was supposed to help Carpathia with building the new dock." Arizona said, sailing forward, "He needs to be punished." Titanic sighed, he knew Arizonz was right but he just never liked the idea of punishing those for having fun. "Fine." He finally said. With a nod, Arizona sailed over to Iowa and with a growl that would've made a monster run in fear, shouted, "U.S.S. IOWA GET OVELegend of the Ceolman Fleet 13 days ago in Introductions & Chapters

Here and Now3 days ago in Haiku & Eastern

HOTGK :. Chapter two - What?!“I don´t get it”, said Alicia. She was very surprised. “The oracle said that you are the chosen one. You´re our last hope. You will help us” said Sophie while she jumped up and down “awesome. It´s really her.”
Alicia is still confused: “I´m what?!” “you´re the chosen one that´ll stop the reign of the blue Queen by killing her giant dragon”, Sophie answered and smiled at Alicia. “Whaaaaaat?!!!” Alicia was shocked. She wasn´t weak though but…killing a dragon? “it must be a dream”, she said to herself. But…it all looked pretty real…
Suddenly Sophie hugged her. “Thank you soooo much”, she said. Alicia hugged her back. “But…But why? I´m not the violence one…” Alicia asked. Sophie smiled at her and said “I don´t know either. Whatever, it doesn´t matter anyway.” Holly argued with SHOTGK :. Chapter two - What?!14 hours ago in Settings

Zuko the Dragon King Harem Prototype19 hours ago in Profiles

Broken BooksI feel like I mess things up all the time.
Friendships can blossom,
Or they can fade.
I make them dwindle,
I scare them away.
I guess it was my imagination again,
I thought it would be different,
I had it all planned out.
Maybe it’s the artist in myself,
Or maybe I’m destined to be alone,
At this moment, I don’t really care,
Because I made the wrong choices,
And in the end, it was all my fault.
So this goes out to myself,
To stop messing things up,
Because I have no one to blame but myself.
It was perfect at first,
Just another book unturned,
And I finished it too quickly,
Not taking the delicate time,
It takes to read a pieBroken Books2 days ago in Free Verse

Chapter 2 Again, Keegan woke with a start. This time from a dream he couldn’t remember, but frightening nonetheless. His shirt was soaked with sweat which he had to peel from his chest. Slowly he turned so his legs hung off the side of the bed. He went to change into a plain white t-shirt and another pair of khaki shorts, along with his signature vintage converse.
He walked into the kitchen finding his mother leaning against the counter watching him. He looked at her for a few seconds before moving over to the kitchen table and sitting in one of the chairs farthest away from her. They stayed like this for a few minutes, not speaking at all.
KeChapter 225 minutes ago in Introductions & Chapters

We're not on the same page
We're not even in the same book
Charred and crinkled, your pages
Probably don't look much
Different from mine, but Mama
How can I tell? When you keep
Hiding the words from me?
What language am I speaking
That you don't hear me?

It's not that I'm trying to
Shut you out or
Ignore all your advice
(I know you have so much to give)
But I can't ignore this barrier
Between what used to be
An innocent child and her
Mother... how I miss my mother
Do you miss me at all?

I'm looking for your books
Littering the shelves after
Memories of time, age, and space
My tears black as ink, I recall
All we said and Pages2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word

InSiDe My MiNd @w@They call me...
They control me....
I can't help it....
But I listen to them....
I do what they say....
Their voices are just so....
Tempting....
they put blood on my hands.....
They murdered my family....
NOT ME......
It was them....
Them....
Them....
Them....
all....
Them....
Yes I listened to the devils voice....
But how can I tune out whats in my head?...
I guess I deserve to be in this little white room....
I must truly be....
INSANE.....InSiDe My MiNd @w@2 days ago in Free Verse

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