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The Kidnapping Diaries: Ch 1July/25/2013
So, my name is Daniella, I was given this journal by my kidnapper, but in here he'll just be called you, this is my story, hopefully ill be able to escape, and don't worry I'll take this diary with me, I want to remember every detail when we're in the court room, deciding your verdict, anyway, I'll keep you informed as much as possible, here's what's happened so far,
It was supposed to just be a little hike through the woods, until I saw you. You followed me, over hills, around lakes and small waterfalls, past trail signs, and never falling behind my pace. I started to run, and you started too, still keeping up with me. I decided to sprint and try to loose you on an animal trail. Just as I attempted to sprint down the animal trail, you grabbed my shoulders and slammed me against a tall oak tree on the side of the path.
"Let me go!" I yelled at you. You stayed calm and whispered i
She Seemed UnbreakableThe Girl Who Seemed Unbreakable.. Broke
The Girl Who Seemed Strong.. Crumbled
The Girl Who Never Stopped Trying Finally.. Gave Up
She Dropped A Fake Smile as a Tear Ran Down Her Face and Whispered to Herself
I Can't Do This Anymore...
Wipe away the tears, head up, and fake a smile.
Crying will only show weakness.
A long day of school.
No tears today, made it through.
Turning the water on in the shower.
I'm bullet proof,
Nothing to loose,
Crying in the shower so no one will see the tears.
Stepping out and getting ready for bed.
Excited to get away from all of this and enter the world of sweet dreams
Wondering if this will be the routine until the sweet relief of death
Getting up, and walking over to the mirror
Warm tears running down cheeks
Wipe them away and fake a smile
Crying shows weakness
They cant know
Hanging by a thread that has snap
Flicker: Ch 1Light, oh, the sweet, beautiful, light. Her eyes finally opened, looking around the iron room, it all hit her fast, adoption, this room, put under. Now, she was waking up. She tried to move, but alas, it was in vain, she was still strapped down. Ember called out for help, over and over again and again. Finally a man walked in, she could remember that white lab coat anywhere. He told her to calm down, it would be ok, everything would be okay, it was all over.
The girl was confused. "Haha," said the man," well, Ember you along with 19 other children have been chosen to become extraordinary. My dear you all have been given a gift, err... power." "What?" said Ember," what do you mean?" "exactly that." said the man. "Wait", asked Ember," how old am I?" "You are now nine years old" he replied. "NINE!" exclaimed Ember," but I was seven like yesterday!" "You have been asleep for two years, Ember", said the man.
Flicker: Prologue20 orphans, no more, no less, between the ages of seven and nine, "adopted". Not by a warm loving family with a fuzzy pet and good night kisses to send a child into a world of dreams. Instead, taken to a place far, far away from civilization, to become extraordinary. One of these people were Ember, a girl the age of seven with brown, orange hair, a strange hazel and red eye color, and pale skin. She was taken into a room with iron walls, filled with equipment, viles filled with different colors of acid, tubes connecting different pieces of equipment, and a padded table with straps on its sides.
Little Ember was taken over to this table and told to lay down, and stay still, or there would be repercussions. Ember, not wanting to upset the two men holding her arms, walked over to the table, laid down, and watched as they strapped down her arms, torso, and legs. Then, she heard the door open and in walked a man wearing black kakis, a collared shirt, leat
This Cant Be Real - A zombie apacolipse story- Ch2The few people out on the side walks screamed in terror and fled into the shops lining
the road. There was a banging sound coming from the back of the bus. Autumn and the boy
with red hair ran to see what it was. There was a women, mid 30s yelling for help, the
zombies saw her and shambled slowly over to her. The woman screamed in terror and fell
to the ground. Autumn covered her mouth to keep from throwing up and felt tears form in
her eyes. The boy next to her had a similar reaction except with him there were no tears
and he looked more like he would throw up then cry.
After the zombies were done feasting on the woman they looked back at the bus. "Drive!",
yelled the old man she had seen read the news paper. The bus driver nodded and sped off,
infact he drove so fast that almost everyone fell down. Two of those were Autumn and the
red head. As she slipped backward he tried to catch her and that just ended with the two
Best Friends For Never-Ch1I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock playing Justin Bieber I screamed "AHHHHH!" and
quickly turned it off. My mother walked in my room and said "hey honey, its time to get
ready for your first day of high school!" Wait, the first day of high school! I
thought. Being my goofy self I dramatically fell onto my knees and screamed out "PORQUE!
WHY!" My mother just laughed and walked downstairs to make breakfast. I checked the
temperature on my phone, the high for the day was 60. Geez, its always cold here, I
thought to myself. I jumped into the shower and quickly rinsed my hair and body before
drying myself off with a towel.
My hair was brushed out and dried and I just let it hang loose at my shoulders. I put on
my favorite dark denim jeans, put on a t-shirt saying keep calm and defy gravity, a
Pokémon hoodie with all the starter Pokémon's on it, and my black high tops. "Breakfast
is ready!" called my mom. "Ok! I'
This Cant Be Real - A zombie apacolipse story- Ch1Gosh, moms going to kill me", thought Autumn as she ran through the ever darkening
streets. The mid-spring sun started to set over the horizon. She smelled the occasional
cherry blossom tree's fragrance through her burning lungs. Autumn had been running all
the way from her school in attempt to reach the normal bus she took home in time, but she
had been 3 minutes to late and missed it. She checked the next bus time at that stop but
it would be too late. Now she had resorted to running to her back up bus stop, she
didn't like this one due to the fact that on the way to her house from there included
crossing a long, tall, swaying bridge over looking a deep valley with a large river about
150 feet below.
As she neared the stop she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. The girl finished her
sprint and checked her phone. It was a text from her mom asking her where she was.
Autumn just replied that she had missed her usual bus and had to
InnocentMy only chance for freedom, I have to do this. The girl pulled her dark brown hair into a pony tail. She was to be taken out by a guard today, the teenager had been accused with witchcraft. Everyone thought she was evil, she felt tears form in her pale blue eyes. There was one guard, he had been sent to make sure she didn't use her "evil" powers to escape. Without using the "magic" she possessed, the girl had made him believe her.
Today, he was to take her into the center of the village to be burned at the stake. They had dressed her in a tattered white gown and gave her one white ribbon to tie back her mangled hair. The girl had found a shattered piece of glass in her cell, at first she used it for self harm. Now she used it as a looking glass so she could see herself when she felt lonely, it was like someone was with her.
"I hate this retched village, she muttered under her breath.
A few moments later she heard the lock of her cell door
Ambitions Ch:2-Ackward Moments and Exciting NewsLyra Pov
Lyra ran through the dim streets, it was 5 am and everyone was still sleeping. The slender girl stopped at Jules house and knocked on the door. She waited a minute until she heard the door open and saw a very tired Jules looking at her.
"Nice hair, "Lyra said," You gotta teach me your tips sometime."
Jules just glared before cracking a smile.
"What's so funny?" Lyra asked.
"You have 2 different shoes on."
"Huh?", Lyra looked down at her feet and Jules flicked her nose.
"Ow! not funny Jules! Stop cracking up!"
Lyra shoved Jules and he stumbled and fell down. He held his head in his arms and pretended to moan in pain. Lyra panicked and held out her hand to help him up. When he grabbed her hand he pulled her down and she fell on top of him, both teens blushed and saw each other do it.
"Let me up" Lyra said.
Jules blushed even harder when he realized he was holding Lyra's waist. When both were up Jules asked,
"Why did you need to tal
A few years gone by...Wake up. Get to work. Get home. Eat. Sleep. Repeat. Every day of my life. It's so boring. Where's the thrill, where's the excitement? The passion? The love? My life is so dull but so full of problems. Like the depression I'm still fighting. The self harm I never managed to completely overcome (oh God, the scars all over me. So ugly...). The memories of a rough past, keeping me up at night. Only one thing keeps me going. The online life I've been building for so long. The friends I've made there. The sweet and kind words, the wonderful things I got so see and read. The things I made myself that make me proud. My real life is a bore but my Internet life makes up for it.
30 Trans QnA
1) When did you realize the term transgender referred to you?
well when I was younger I was always considered a tomboy. Instead of barbies and dolls I would play with trucks and pokemon(I actually know how to play the card game). Anyways I had my hair all boyish and had a whole bunch of guy friends, all that fun stuff. Later I started to wonder what it would be like if I were a guy and have dreams of being a guy. Early 2013 I had a break down about how I'm not a guy and I cut off all my hair crying. Then after a while I learned about what genderfluid is (thanks Nick). So I started labeling myself as that and was okay. Though when I looked into the mirror and saw a girl and was so upset. FINALLY I was done from people calling me a lady, because I just stopped feeling like a girl I felt like a guy 95% of the time, so I just say I'm trans.
2) How did you choose your name, and what names were you thinking about using and why?
Well I actually changed it 4 times. Before I came
The Rain ChildWhen I was younger, I longed for independence because with independence came solitude. Something that reminded me of my unique childhood…
I remember when I was just a little boy and every time it would rain, I found myself staring out of the window for hours and hours contently watching the rain run down the side of the house where it gathered into a great big puddle on the uneven pavement. I would listen to the droplets as the hit metal gutter and I’ll never forget its melodic tune. It’s hard to say that I was an average child: I saw puddles but I did not long to disturb them. I did not wish to jump in them; however, if I did wish to bother the puddle, it would be only by me sticking my finger in it quickly to watch the ripples slowly disband.
Every night that it would rain, I found myself unable to sleep. This was not because I thought the rain was disruptive, but because I was intrigued. Oh, how I longed to be on the city streets with nothing on more than my old b
My First Sole Kiss
MY FIRST SOLE KISS
Honestly, I have not a real date when it happened, but I was seven or eight years old. Her name was (or is, I don’t know nothing about her) Patricia, and she was 18 years old, she was the maid of the house, with long black hair, not fat, not thin; she had the features of a native girl, strong taino roots are in her physic. Patricia used to work as maid in my hose from 8 of the morning to 5 of the evening, Mondays to Saturdays; Saturdays she worked only to midday.
When I arrived from school at midday, Patricia has made almost all of her duties. When I eat my meal, and watched some cartoons, my dad went to work and I stood at home with my grandma and Patricia, alone. Patricia, when was doing the cleaning of the floor with the broom and the swapper, usually was barefoot, and usually stood that way when everyone (adults) left home for work.
Patricia was very kind with me, always talking to me, playing with me, so we created a friendship and a trust very uniqu
Weekly Writing Prompt 1 - PeopleWhat do you say ‘yes’ to?
I say yes to anything involving good food, good music, or good books, for those are some of the greatest pleasures in life. I've also been trying to say yes to as many invitations as possible. As a result, I've gone to at least 8 events in the last 3 months that I wouldn't have dreamed of attending last year or the year before. I know you're tired of hearing it, but seeing Austin perform in Lucky Stiff is what really inspired me to start saying yes. Him and Ali are the whole reason I ever came out of my secluded little emo shell in the first place.
Without him to talk to in RSP, things would be the same as they were in 8th grade. Meaning I would value my own opinion less than the dirt beneath my wheels. He taught me to be proud of who I am and to chase my passion. Without her, I wouldn't have the guts to get out there and try new things. I would still be passing up movie tickets, party invitations and scrolling through my friends' tim
Watercolor paints, dA had a spotlight on them. They can be used beautifully, magically, and so wonderfully.
However, I must confess; I am terrified of using watercolor paints. Yes, I am terrified. I don't why and I don't care.
Perhaps, perhaps it is due to my experiences in school. When we did get art lessons in elementary school, few and far between as they were, it was inevitably using watercolor paints. Crayola brand, white case. Now, when you watercolor paint it is a good idea to have a cup of water nearby to clean and wet your brushes. So, the teacher would hand out red solo cups half filled with water which we would then place on the corner of our desks. The teacher would warn us not to spill the water, as the entire floor was carpeted and we didn't need mold growing.
I'm a natural klutz, if I could actually walk without support I'd probably trip every two inches and I'm
Sobre mi en verso #1.Me gustan los documentales de la 2
y los viajes en moto
y los pintalabios
y Angelina Jolie
y las faldas por encima de las rodillas
y las rodillas rotas y heridas como las prostitutas asiáticas
y las hamburguesas
y volver a soñar mientras me follan
y luego apagar las luces
y contar ovejas
y cosas bonitas
y mirar a la nada
y adiós que me rompo en mundo
My LifeREAD DESCRIPTION BEFORE READING!!!
You sat there on your computer, again...
It was after school and as usual there was drama. You can across a website that you could take quizzes about pretty much anything on. As you scrolled through you saw a quiz called "What State Is Your Heart In"? Curious, you opened it up. The questions varied and finally you got your answer. It said Heart of Stone. You just shook your head and said quietly "They don't know the half of it." You stood up and walked over to the bathroom. The time on your phone read 11:11 pm, wow was it really that late?
You took your anti depression pills and quietly made a wish to yourself. Then, walking back into your bedroom you thought over your day. It had started with a text conversation the night before. Your real best friend had just moved across the country, and you wanted her to stay in touch. You asked your "friends" if she could join and they
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