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Jeff the killer a love story chpt 1I ran down the stairs and fel on my brother zack he ran updsatairs with bear.ugg hi am Sarah light a am 16 I have brown eyes and hair to my waist it has black low and highlights.zack 18 he never learns.i am the mature one I sighed I was outside I was pushed to wall and...Jeff the killer a love story chpt 13 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes

This is Terrible.... notThey'll post a deviation, and in the description it will say something about the deviation not being ANY good. You should never say that, you can say what you don't like about it specifically but don't say it's terrible as a whole. (Even more frustrating when the deviation is really good)This is Terrible.... not3 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes

TreasuresOne day I was walking down the street, and I found a piece of paper. Curious, I picked it up, finding it was a note. I read it and it said, "soon, a great treasure will become yours." I wonder what that could mean? Treasure? I wonder if it's money, or gold, or even jewels! I turn the paper over and it says, "keep walking where you're going. The treasure is meant for one person in specific. If its you, you'll know it." Alright, cool. Maybe it's me, lets see. So I keep on walking to Cumberland Farms to get me some coffee. I grab a cup and get myself coffee n stuff. I pay and the lady gives me back my change. One of the bills, however, had a number with "text this" under it. I figured, why not? I've had a good day so far. So I text "hey, um you wrote your number on a dollar so I'm sending this." Not too long later, I get a reply. "Shaw Park at 4:00." Well, it's 2:30 now so lets get moving. I go home and change into shorts. I jump in the car and go. On the way, I stop into 7-11 and grab aTreasures4 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes

Comm. #4 for Miracle-Blue Alina launched her beyblade into the ground and watched as it made tracks into the dirt. Behind her was the BEGA star, Brooklyn. He was watching the clouds, but the sound of Alina’s beyblade caught his attention. Brooklyn sat up and watched Alina’s Beyblade make tracks into the ground.

“Randa!” Alina Exclaimed at the Beyblade before it hit a tree.

The beyblade returned to her hand. Alina looked at her beyblade and the marks in the ground. She smiled to herself as she looked around.

“Oh that was cool” Brooklyn said from behind her.

Alina Jumped as she heard him behComm. #4 for Miracle-Blue4 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes

Tickle Torturing Michael part 2It was the middle of summer and not to hot outside. Michael and I liked to occupy the trampoline we had out back. We bounced around for what seemed like hours. In reality, it was 15 minutes. During our bouncing, I got a glance at his beautiful socked feet. The socks had a few holes in them. One around his big toe on his right foot, both of his heels, and one just above the arch on his left foot. This made me want to tickle the hell out of his feet right then and there. We decided to go inside for a drink. But feeling the cool air inside, we abandoned our plans to return to our jumping haven. Next thing we did was play with hot-wheels. Both ofTickle Torturing Michael part 26 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes

Writings14. Think of your favorite animal and describe that animal.
Hooves, strong as rock yet not as strong as steel. Long legs that strech as they run carrying them where they wish, helping the flee danger. Coats of to many styles and colors to imagen, though I still find myself trying to as the days past. Lovely shades of colors in the long and short manes. Bodies varying in height and styles. A beauty that no word nor picture could fully capture as they run. Whether they be a humans trusted friend, carrying them long distances through ethier battle or a peacful meadow, or wild and free roaming the western lands. Like they should be. That one in aWritings9 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes

Describe a storm.Describe a storm. This could be a thunder storm, a snow storm, a hurricane, a tornado, a hail storm, a rain storm, or any type of storm.

The could rolling it a dark shades of grey, never one shade or color. A constant mix of greys, whites, and greens. Most people think danger or hiding. They never seem to pause to think, and watch. Watch the rain pour down, the sky light up in a beautiful light show of white againsent the dark clouds. Listen to the rain, wether it be beating down againsent a old metal roof that sheltered a small family or barn, or it be beating around rock and mud. Almost as though its promiseing after the disaters of life, Describe a storm.9 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes

Describe the ocean.Describe the ocean. Think about what it looks like on and below the surface.

A ocean is long and wide, full of mystery and wonder. Bright blue, white, or even shades of yellows, reds, and black. Depending on when you look at it. It can be calm and quiet, splashing gently and moving with the hot and cold winds. The animals below going on with their lives not paying attention to the world out of there home, feeling safe. It can also change in a instant and be deadly and loud. Waves crashing in wild patterns, slamming onto the shore turning shades of green and black while the waves tips foam white like a rabid animal. The animals below the surfDescribe the ocean.9 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes

Red Sheep (Part 3)The woman had entered a dystopia of a setting.

Desolation swamped the street. It had a natural tint of grey, despite the sun flaring its staining yellow light. Everything appeared post-apocalyptic or was on the verge of joining that state. A majority of the buildings had damp wooden boards covering the windows and had sandbags at the doors. Some houses even had razor wire fencing surrounding them.

What happened, the woman questioned to herself.

The question floated in the silent atmosphere. So did her confusion.

As she looked right, she saw a man staring at her. A white top, dark blue jeans, brown hair. He seemed healthy and stable, too. Red Sheep (Part 3)9 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes

Six Sentance StoryBob looked left. The country road went straight all the way to the horizon and nothing was coming. Bob looked right. Again, the road stretched as far as the eye could see and nothing was coming, so Bob stepped out onto the road. The odds of being struck by a meteor falling from space are less than one in twenty billion. Poor Bob.Six Sentance Story11 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes

Red Sheep (Part 2)Immediately, she went to the bathroom.

A broken mirror welcomed her with a distorted reflection. Blue eyes, she noticed. Brown hair. A small, bruised face. Scarred cheeks and chin. Dry blood patches. What happened to me, she questioned to herself. The question floated in the air for awhile as she observed herself.

She found no answer. Something in the back of her mind taunted her, a distant memory. A distressful and mocking one. She tried concentrating harder, but to no avail failed.

A sink was behind her. She noticed it in the reflection of the cracked mirror. With some hope of getting rid of these blemishes, she turned and stepped towardRed Sheep (Part 2)11 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes

Tickle Torturing MichaelJust a side note. This should be my first story I wrote. Its about the first two experiences i've ever had tickling my step brother Michael, and how I got addicted to kids feet his age. For starters, before this point, i had NO interest in kids feet. Or just feet in general. But one night changed that completely. let me set the scene. It was about 1 in the morning. It was raining hard outside. Michael and i occasionally slept in the same room. and when we did, we slept on the floor next to each other on air mattresses.(Don't ask why because I don't know). I was staring at the ceiling listening to my iPod. I caught myself singing along to my fTickle Torturing Michael11 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes

Veronica smiledVeronica smiled shyly at me, looked away and shrugged. She didin't know me. It was actually the first time we saw each other, but I recognized her by some drawings Nick had done. At that time, she had short hair.
- Veronica always cuts a bit of her hair when something disappoints her - Nicolas said four months ago, showing me a drawing done in pencil from a girl that used scissors to cut her hair, made of flowers and grass - this way we know if she's happy or not.
She does looks like a fragile girl, Nick.Veronica smiled12 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes

Slenderman a love story chpt 1Hi guys I am starting a new serious called slender man a love story chpt 1
I sighed as me and Slendy layer together I will never forget him we are only friends but I don't think so.me and him were in my room I fell he picked me up and put me on my bed and went into another room I snuck in and got on him and kissed him but he never awoke I left but he pulled me close and got in me but i wiggled away."I am not ready" I turned and left.

It morning I want it to sleep but I could not I sighed and turn and watched t.v

Sorry short enjoy it will get betterSlenderman a love story chpt 112 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes

Red Sheep (Part 1)She woke up.

Her feeble eyes crept open and a sickly yellow light blinded her. There she sat on a chair, looking battered and bruised, blemished and besmirched. She was mired in pain. From what, she couldn’t remember. In fact, she couldn’t remember her own name. Her identity was lost.

A phantom in a realist world.

What surrounded her was nothing out of the ordinary. There was a grubby bed to her left, a rotting drawer to her right and in front of her a television that was switched on. She was in a bedroom. Not in her own, though, she knew that. The wallpaper was tattered and torn, not vibrant and vivacious. The floor, from whicRed Sheep (Part 1)13 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes

book plot 1PLOT:

After being saved from being chased down by the MRS by a stranger and brought into his home which is a mansion Laurence a skilled magician is asked a favor, in repayment the stranger will keep Laurence's identity hidden from the MRS but who is the stranger and what is this deal exactly?...book plot 115 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes

The end of our daysThe skies were ablaze. Everything seemed perfect. One day was coming to an end. I sat there looking at the serene pond. I cast my eyes on the scarlet sky wondering, "How, why, oh why?!"

She was lying on the soft green mat of grass. I looked at her, and I knew this was it. This was the place for us, for my question. I said to her, "I need to check one thing. It won't take long." She smiled at me and said "I'll wait for you". I got up and looked at her the last time before I left.

As I walked back holding the little box in my hands, she was still in the same position. I couldn't help smiling; she was waiting for me. Her blondish hair was dyedThe end of our days16 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes

The WriterThe silence grated on my ears like the shrill cries of a banshee as I stared at the wonder that lay before me. What most people see is but a dull piece of paper. Not me. What I see is a blank slate filled with possibility. I see a canvas bursting at the seams with ideas. I see an amazing piece of artwork whose full potential has yet to be reached. There’s no telling what fascinating craftsmanship will soon fill this white space, cover these blue lines. A picture? A note? No. For me, it’s a story. A dramatic, comedic, or maybe even suspenseful emotional rollercoaster that keeps the reader’s heart beating, sides splitting, or The Writer16 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes

Pokemon Black Nuzlocke: Chapter 1Pokemon Black Nuzlocke
Chapter 1: A new start
*Note I have never wrote nor read a Nuzlocke before, and the path I'm taking is: http://bit.ly/10pX56W*

It was an average morning in Nuvema town. The summer sun was shining, the river was still. A boy around the age of 15 awakened in his house. Only to find a strange box sitting on his desk. He approached the box and found a letter laying on top of it. The letter read: "I've brought you three pokemon to choose from. Do not question why, for I will tell you later." -Professor Juniper. Naturally Din opened the box, curious as to what he would find inside. He undid the ribbon on it and moved thPokemon Black Nuzlocke: Chapter 117 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes

What do you choose?As tiny as the flowers are

I have a long way to go

Before my journey ends here.

Afraid to tell the hidden secret I once had,
Many have been out to see me as a outcast.

And those who were born with a terrible fate,
are not the only ones.

How can you not trust one, when
another you can trust in, is truly trustworthy?

How can you not choose a good path,
when there are several paths of good and evil?

How can you choose a destiny, when for one,
you cannot make a decision on your own?

Who will you fight for, if you choose to fight alone?

Who will you live for, if you choose to live alone?

If you go down one day, does someone you know go dWhat do you choose?19 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes

The Immortal Rose Ch.3

The Immortal Rose
Chapter three

Maya was lying on the ground. Minutes passed like hours to her. The street was empty and the gang had disappeared once that bullet was released. She couldn't bear the pain of her arm. Thankfully, it didn't hit her heart but her shoulder. Her legs were numb and her eyes were struggling to remain open. 'It's what I deserve.' she thought. 'I will die the same way he did. This is my punishment....'
Maya surrendered to her fate, letting death spread its arms to welcome her. Unfortunately, they couldn't reach her because of 'his' loud arThe Immortal Rose Ch.320 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes

What are dreams. when you lookWhat are dreams.
when you look in to the subconscious of a human being what do you see? is it terror, is it joy, is it empty. A dream is a thought that you can't make real, you can't vocalize it, you can't create it, therefore it cannot enter reality. so it goes into your subconscious vault, if you will, and it is forgotten. only when you dream, are these thoughts awoken and brought to life. If you think about it you never really "forget" anything, you just store it away until you need it again. the human brain has the power to conjure up the most diabolical images, yet we still forget so easily. when you dream you enter another reality, anotWhat are dreams. when you look1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes

School Life: Do your Duty“Do your Duty”

They say that you pick up on the characteristics of the students you teach. This is true, but I also think that some teachers teach the age they do because they’re just bigger versions of those students. This is particularly true with many middle school teachers. We are well attuned to the middle school mind and often act like them in more ways than one.

Sense of humor is one of those areas. We develop a rather low bathroom and other gross human things sense of humor. So when the principle shouts out on the mega phone at recess “Secondary students! Stop playing with the Elementary School student&School Life: Do your Duty1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes

36 Rules to Survive a Horror MovieIf you wanna have even the slightest chance of surviving a horror movie, then you must abide by these rules! Otherwise you're most likely going to die.
1. If you hear a noise somewhere from within the house, don't investigate. No matter how much you believe you are, you're not Dora the Explorer.
2. If you find yourself in a dark hallway, never ask "Who's there?" like the killer's going to "Yeah I'm in the kitchen, want a sandwich?"
3. If something licks your hand in the dark, it's not your dog. Your dog is dead.
4. If you are irritating and or a wise-ass person, you're going to die.
5. Never take a shower. Killers are naturally attracted to showers. You're better off sweating and disgusting than dead. Besides, sweaty people are hard to catch.
6. High-heels and stairways do not mix well. Remember that.
7. Do not split up and look for clues. Abandon everything you've learned from Scooby-doo.
8. Do not walk around the36 Rules to Survive a Horror Movie1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes

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