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"Selfless Sacrifice”   
The sun was now fully out as it was around noon as the shinobi moved quickly as the light peak through the canopy of trees. Camp had been cleaned up by the shinobi as they made their way onward to the village, leaping through the trees again, slower this time so that the girls wouldn’t be exhausted again when they arrived. The only that comforted them in this situation was that they knew that Naruto and Lee were the only ones of their generation that had this stamina.   
‘At least the trees are blocking the sunlight, that would only make this harder to do.’ Sakura thought to hers
I remember the day I asked her to marry me...it's so clear in my mind. It always will be. Like it happened yesterday, you could say.   
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She was making me watch some sappy romance movie. I hated it. Just the music and the plot and the dialogue, every ounce of that flim I hated. Of course, I'd never tell her that, she loved the darned thing. I always did wonder if she loved it more then she loved me.   
At each bit of 'romantic' music she'd whisper she loved me into my ear, which caused me to smile...over the horrid romantic/comedy that was being shown on screen.   
She had her eyes g
Now, I’ve never been the claustrophobic type, but I can tell that I felt more than a little uncomfortable as the servants began to close in on me in a tight circle. I backed up against a wall, still straining to listen to everyone.   “Now, everybody, let her breathe! How is she supposed to fix anything if you all suffocate her first?” The semi circle parted and Alex stood with a small bag under his arm.  I froze against the wall completely, wondering how he kept finding ways to be my hero.  I let a small, shaky smile form on my lips and he nodded to me in respect. The crowd mostly dispersed.  
Understanding is too simple for my complex robotic mind, with it's millions of shiny metal cogs twisting sculpted letters and translating them into long, slurred words.  
Just too simple.  Why comprehend when you can pretend and not get hurt?  My machine rejects the idea and spits it back in your face.   
Sherbert-coloured chalks spell out exactly how I feel, smudged on the gravel playground floor as the piercing lunch bell rings.  Why can't you see the words: The words in the pictures, the words written across my face in huge, red letters?   
Everything is so difficult, so complicated, so full of riddl
this was the first mothers day rosa had without her daughter there. exactly 1 year passed by. she held the last card tight, thinking about lily, she couldnt get it off her mind. she was only 6 when she left. rosa started crying. she could remember when lily came into the bedroom, with a big smile with the 2 front teeth missing. oh how she used to wake up and see that little girl smiling. she had always loved her and she had told her so many times. she got dressed, and left within a few minutes. it took her only 30 minutes to reach the grave. she just stood there, just looking at where her daughter layed. all she could think of was 'what if i
A tap on the door.  "Cody! May I come in?" A nurse called.  Cody moaned his response, and the door creaked open.  The nurse shifted nervously.  She wasn't accustomed to dealing with, as the doctors referred to him, "mentally unstable", patients.  Cody stared up at the ceiling with an unreadable expression.  He denied anything had changed with him.  Any time he began wondering if he really was insane,  the voices reassured him otherwise.  "Cloe. Cloe. Where's Cloe? Is she okay?" He wondered frantically.  He remembered nothing else from before.  Before.  Before he was shoved in this ho
 
UNTiL THE DAY i DiE  i SPiLL MY HEART FOR YOU;;   
 
COREY-->> hates THiS.   
If it were gonna turn into such a big fucking deal then I wouldn't have fucked Nick at all (that's probably a lie). Damn. I mean, really, the condom breaks, he finds out and tells it to me, then we decide to keep the baby. Things like this are to be expected, dammit, we're American highschool kids. Sex and indulgences are hereditary. Our forefathers fought for the right to get our boyfriends pregnant, God dammit...   
Well, we both told our own parents. Our moms flipped their shit and demanded that we take some time apa
They didn’t do much after that.   In fact, they did even less then usual.   Together, that is.   
 Dail spent more and more time with Jack at the library and Keane seemed to spend every waking hour at Tina’s Treats, bothering Jill.   In other words, they were avoiding each other.   Not because they didn’t like each other, oh no. They just didn’t know what to say or do after such a scene took place.      The first time they exchanged words was about a week later, October 5th. They were eating breakfast, in silence.   And Keane, not one to e
Takura cornered Angel outside the school during gym class. They were supposed to be learning to play soccer, but Angel had gone to get a drink and Takura had followed.  "Hey!" Takura said sharply.  When Angel turned he shoved him against the cold brick wall.  "Did you get the gold?"  Angel groaned. "Takura, le' go! You're hurting-"  "I said, did you get the gold?" Takura snarled.  Angel whimpered. "No," He said. "Not- Not yet, I-"  He stopped talking when the fist hit his face. He didn't make a sound as his head hit against the bricks again and again. By the time a security guard noticed the boys, Angel was
Mother...   
Today is your day   
A day when we honor you for everything you do   
For being there through the toughest scraps in our lives   
Guiding us as you see us to go  
 
Healing all our scrapes, cuts, and other oddities of our misfortunes   
You're there when we feel that the world is against us   
There for us when we falter  
 
Correct us when we fail or make a mistake   
The one that made us and still makes us   
Who we are today   
For this special day   
It may not mean much   
Because I know I always
kissing: v. To touch or caress with the lips as an expression of affection, greeting, respect, or amorousness.   
 
 
 
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Nowadays, there is no such thing as kissing. Not in the defined, meaning of life kind of way. Nobody "touches" or "caresses" their lips to another person's. It's simply not done. Again, not in the defined, this is how it has to be kind of way. There is the kissing that breaks meaning. That hovers around your head like a bee, even after you've "kissed."   
 
It's the kind of kissing where you find yourself pushed so far up against the buttons of an elevator that yo
It was said that the two herds, The Western Legacy and Blaze's Herd were brought together by the corage and love Bernie showed that one stormy dawn when she ended her own life to save the life of her mate.  Teddy gathered the strength to take care of The Western Legacy for another four years after the death of Bernie. Many of the horses said that Royal passed because of his broken heart that was never fully mended.   
The young Rondeau took over the herd after his sires death, and made a successful rule up until his death fifteen long years later. For a short while, Serena,mate of Rondeau, ruled The Western Legacy until she too
"Come here, little puppet girl!"  I hear them call and I obey. I am there puppet girl. They seem to have control over me. I do what they say even if I don't like it. Most of the time it brings me sorrow. But I cant's stop it as hard as I try.  
 
That was me only about an hour ago. But I've realized that I can control THEM. For I know now that my puppeteer, whom I though was so strong, is only a puppet himself. And his puppeteer is only a puppet and so on and so on. They are weak, so they use others to do things they are to afraid of. By breaking out of the on going line of puppets, I prove I am stronger then them. For I c
A plate breaks when my mom drops the filthy pile of dishes into our sink. She slams the tap upwards. My sister does not do chores. She texts her boyfriend 400 times a month then makes up some cock-and-bull story about how the stupid phone company obviously made a mistake. I hear the glass shatter.  
 
 “What the hell mom!”, my sister screams as a second dirty plate smashes against the cream-painted wall, staining it brown.   
 “Just cleaning up some more, something you seem to be incapable of!”, this time, a ceramic chipmunk salt shaker erupts into 3 pieces. One of the pieces lands near my cer
          It is the beginning of a new year. And what a year it will be! The scouts  
          we had sent out three years ago have found our long-missing Messenger  
          and are escorting Her Grace back home to her people. It has been six long  
          years since My Lady’s disappearance after her mother and father’s deaths,  
          and her brother has
I guess I've finally managed.   
It seems so far away...yet so vivid--the day that we kissed for the first time. I knew it was wrong; I knew I shouldn't. I knew that I was only hurting myself, that I was only making things worse...but...I have no regrets. It doesn't matter anymore...nothing does. I'm not going to linger in the past. Instead, I'm going to look toward the future--my future.   
Aren't you happy? The happiness I once had...the me you once knew...everything is going to go back to the way it was. We'll be best friends again...and nothing more. I don't know if I'll marry...but I know you will. Those precious, bea
¿Qué significa ese sueño?- pregunte  -¿de que hablan?- pregunto el Dragón de Agua  -antes, debemos empezar desde el principio- dijo Draicus- siéntense chicas.  -ya les dijeron para que están aquí, pero no la verdad-  -es cierto que hubo una generación rebelde, la de nuestros padres, bueno, mi madre y el padre de Uds.- nos dijo Draicus mirándome a mi y al Pequeño Gran Dragón.  -Fue nuestro padre quien lo inicio. El Gran Dragón.-  -es cierto que querían poner falsos jueces al mando, porque estaban hartos de no poder matar humanos.  -creí
Stuffed, I lean back in my seat and stretch. I’m here in Sam’s with Nicole, having the best time we’ve had in a while.  
 
“So sis, I heard you got in it again with Vanessa a couple days ago,” Nicole said smirking. “You teach her another lesson?”   
I sighed and shook my head. “I ducked and dodged, didn’t throw one punch. She looked like she was upset about something that I apparently did. I still don’t know what it was. She was crying and everything, it was pathetic to look at. So I just left.”   
Nikki looked at me for a while, as if she were analyzing some
Sparkling mirrors gazed into the dawn.  Their gentle depths drank in the ethereal beauty of the sunrise, holding the precious glow in a place far deeper than the surface could show.  Dawn had finally broken through the thick city sky, and its vibrant pink and orange rays warmed all the stone and brick buildings across town.  The coolness of night time still lingered in the air.  Shimmering blankets of mist replaced crisp layers of frost, reminding all that the earth had finally warmed, and that winter had at last gone back to its year-long slumber.  
    In such early hours, most of
THE WAR WAS NEARLY OVER, and it looked as though our forces would defeat the enemies and come home with victory to show. The people of Erald had already begun to celebrate the coming end with lavish feasts and dancing, for soon the soldiers would be off again for what would be the final battle between the Elves and the Mallites.   
 Even the elf king could be found feasting with the admirals and commanders of his army; on plates of gold sat the plumpest specimens of meat roasted to perfection, and in the cups sloshed the richest wine from the cellars. Truly, it had been a time to rejoice.   
 On one particular ni

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