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Wedding Vows    Every girl dreams of her wedding.  Some want the the long, white, flowing ball gown with a train that follows her down the aisle.  Some want a dress that is small, simple and to the point.  Some want it to be in a huge church with stained glass windows and plenty of pews for all their fellow friends and family to sit.  Others want to be married by a judge in a court house with only but a few close peers.
   Some want big and extravagant, others want small and inexpensive.
   Me?  I didn't know what I wanted.

   I hadn't thought about marriage as a kid and rarely ever as a teen. It wasn't until I was 18 that it ever crossed my mind. I Wedding Vows by *Valerie6665
*Mausoleum*Dawn killed desire, crumbling mausoleum awaits.

2013 Delice1941
25th March2013*Mausoleum* by *Delice1941
Nonsense-Ode to VerucaI want to live in a girly world,
Where I can be a twirly girl!
With frilly pink dresses,
And long flowing tresses,
That I can color and curl!

I want to go to a candyland,
It sounds like such a dandy plan!
Where peppermint breezes
Blow through the treeses,
And I'll eat as much as I can!

I want to visit a fairy city.
Such a place would be so pretty!
With wee little houses,
They ride around on mouses,
Because fairies are so itty-bitty!

The queen of nonsense invites me to tea;
Oh what an event that will be!
We'll have jackalope roast,
And sugared guppies on toast,
In her treehouse under the sea!Nonsense-Ode to Veruca by ~cyanita
RhythmbreakerOn the first day of school I rode the bus with all the other children from my town
There was a rhythm on that bus. The driver would drive to the next neighborhood and stop near a kid's house. The student would then say goodbye to her friends and calmly walk home. It was a constant rhythm. Drive, stop, walk. Drive, stop, walk.

There was a little boy on that bus, no older than nine, who would always break that rhythm. The bus would stop, and he would leave without saying a word to anyone. The moment his feet touched the pavement though, he would run as if the devil himself were on his heels.

Every day as the bus pulled out, I would watch theRhythmbreaker by =threepointrest
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First Encounter
   I first started seeing him a little after I turned six years old. I had been sitting in my wheelchair in my back yard with a wooden board stretched out on my lap. I was using it as a desk to draw on. My pencils were in a little tin soup can and my paper was piled neatly next to them on the surface in front of me. I had been doodling suns with smiley faces and dogs playing in the grass and stick children beaming up at me for several long minutes, before I somehow sensed that I was not alone.

  I had raised my head. Standing only a few feet from me, was a humanoid figure. He (I judged it to be male) was wearing a smart black business suit First Encounter by ~LassieTheArtist
This is my first Stargate storThis is my first Stargate story, but believe me its up for a reason. This is the first crossover between the Dr. Who movies starring Peter Cushing and Stargate I’m gonna write.

Deception.

Thor, Supreme Commander of the Asgard fleet pressed the control the turn on the Asgard computer core, admiring the sounds it made as it hummed, safe in its blue-silver light. The database resembled what the Tau’ri would call an organ, a musical instrument, which was where Thor based most of the design on. To the left and right of the centre screen were two stacks of crystals resembling icicles. The Supreme commander of the Asgard had indeed worThis is my first Stargate stor by ~mambasnake
New CamelotThe day that changed my life forever started out like any other, with me getting ready to go to work. Before I left I took a long look at Father, seeing his arm in a leather sling from the beating he’d been given by the vicious knuckle dusters, cracking his bones and stopping him from working. Not that I minded the extra work, I just wish the Knights were more kinder in letting my Father go. Its the new taxes. Twelve francs instead of seven.
Mother looked up, stopped knitting and came to me before hugging me gently. Ever since my elder brother was arrested and thrown into the Incinerator for sorcery, I was all the family besides FatherNew Camelot by ~mambasnake
The Boy, the Tomboy, and the Greenhouse.The Boy, the Tomboy, and the Greenhouse. 

I met the tomboy when I was a kid - sorry, darling, but you have to admit you loved playing a boy when you were a kid. At the time I didn’t know what a tomboy was, so I was quite young, and I didn’t know or care about boys and girls not mixing the way we did on that day, but I do remember how much fun the pair of us had when we met at the farmhouse all those years ago. My wife is the tomboy, in case you haven’t already made that deduction, this is the story of how we met, got separated, and then met again years later. 
My mom and I often went to the farmhouse to buy some fresh eggs and milk because they were better quality than what you found in supermarkets, and during the summer we picked rasberries, blackberries, blueberries, and strawberries and had themwith thick clotted cream. That was a long time ago, and the farmhouse has closed. My mom has been growing her own berries in our garden, but nowherThe Boy, the Tomboy, and the Greenhouse. by ~mambasnake
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Standing In The DarkStanding In The Dark by Joni Mitchell Cortes (storyofadreamer)

(ACE ADAMS)

“Damn it!”

SHATTER   THUD

“Arrrghhh!”

I rubbed my hands on my face and rested them on my forehead. I looked down to see pieces of shattered glass scattered everywhere on the floor. I ran my hand through my hair and stood up walking slowly towards a small upside down cracked wooden picture frame with the broken glass’s breaking even more under my weight. I bent down and picked it up not minding the sharp edges of glass piercing my fingers. I tilted the picture frame slightly towards me and the smaller pieces of broken glass fell on theStanding In The Dark by ~storyofadreamer
Secrets and Lies    "I'm sorry.  You have to believe me.  It was an accident!"
     I could practically feel their muscles tensing up as the veins in their faces began to pulsate.  I watched the flesh of their faces redden with abundant emotion.  Their eyes watched me closely, burning holes in my skull.  As the both of them sat in silence for a few moments, very few glances were shared between my mother and father.  I refused to look either of them in the eye.
    My heart was in my throat, and naturally, my throat was dry.  I had nothing to say that would make this situation better.  It was bad enough that I had lied to them for almost three years.  I doubSecrets and Lies by *Valerie6665
Almost One Day Too LateIt was a clear summer afternoon; the warm air blew and ruffled the leaves on the trees along with my thick brown hair. I sat there on the beach of a lone pond, gazing out at the still water. It had the appearance of glass as it reflected the sky. I smiled as I thought about the girl that I loved. Her name was Veronica. I had known her since we were little and I had always liked her, but I never had the courage to tell her how I felt. She was 16, had curly blonde hair, a cute face, eyes like sapphires, and a beautiful body. She had the sweetest personality ever, and was very kind and gentle when she spoke. That made her all the more special toAlmost One Day Too Late by ~xXFallen-comradeXx
Here Comes TomorrowThe sun was going down and it cast an orange glaze across the desert valley. Malachai and his older brother Bonito sat on the edge of a cliff, and watched as the sun slowly sank into the belly of the mountain.

"Bonito?"

"Yes, Malachai?"

"Will the sun go down tomorrow?"

Bonito smiled and seperated an oreo cookie into two halves. It was a silly question. "I dunno." It deserved a silly answer.

Malachai frowned. He thought about a world without a setting sun.
"If it doesn't...then that means it'll be day time all the way until tomorrow too! Right?"

Bonito licked the cream off of one half of the oreo. "I dunno."

"Well, I don't know either!Here Comes Tomorrow by ~TheStoyTeller
Stuff I've forgotten
Romantic
Dear Laura...   She’s so pretty.  I haven’t actually ever said that aloud, but it’s true.  I see her sitting across the hallway from me at lunch and I want nothing more than to say “You’re beautiful,” but these damn nerves keep getting in the way.
   I’ve known her for a little over a year now.  I remember first meeting her at the start of freshman year; there was an orientation, and then there were a few options for activities, and we had both picked the large game of dodgeball.  She was just hanging out in the back, picking up the balls that ran back there, and I would drop back and pick some up from her, and go back to working my pitcher’s arm.
   As time passed, people became acquainted with each other, finding friends and groups, and it wasn’t too long before people had formed sorts of patterns for where they sat at lunch.  I started sitting with a small group of guys in the cafeteria, Dear Laura... by ~BDancinJones
A friendI stormed up to my room with the tears running down my face. What had happened in there? No one could explain it; truthfully, I wasn't completely sure myself.  My mother greeted me as I entered my home. Hiding my face, I walked past her so that she wouldn't see me cry as I returned to the lair I called my room. In fact, I didn't allow myself to break down completely until the door was completely closed. It isolated me from the outside world and protected me from all of the pain, and hurt, and envy. The tears continued to fall freely as I removed the high-heeled shoes on my feet and began pulling out the artificial curls in my long brown hair.A friend by ~Angel-SunWalker01
A little chanceI sat quietly; my back slouched against the chair. A plump waitress came by and set two pieces of pie on the table between me and my friend, Kaley. My sight followed a direct path to a man waiting on the table behind us. Kaley glanced over her shoulder, for a moment, to see what I was staring at. She turned back to face me and smiled as she took a sip of her coffee.

“You should ask him out,” Kaley mentioned while placing her cup in front of her. Her dark hair fell over her shoulders. I looked down as I began to twirl an auburn curl between my fingers. “He likes you,” she continued and I felt the tips of my ears grow wA little chance by ~Angel-SunWalker01
Love and a Latte.When you work at a café, you meet a lot of people every day. Those who are busy, those who take it slow, those who just come for lunch, and those who takes everything to go. You learn to recognize them, and put faces, and sometimes names, with the orders. A black coffee for the man with the blue tie, a tea with four sugars for the tired mother with her two kids hanging on her coat, A tuna sandwich and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice for the student who's always reading, and  cappuccino for the men in suits with their leather briefcases and fancy Italian shoes. Maria from the corner store always orders a pastrami sandwich for lunch, aLove and a Latte. by *Ridderkvinden
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The Fantastic Lunch of Mr. Jones    The fire burned with a blue light. The tall and thin chamber from which it was emitted was still cool to the touch, but the flame licked at the air with a determined heat. In size, it grew and shrank as if by whim, and it’s hues gained and lost amber tints. And then it was dead, gone, as if it had never existed.
   This phenomenon was repeated throughout the room, around the counters. Groups of two or three students crowded around each burner, and an older gentleman passed between them, giving each group tips and advice.
    Once every flame was dead, and every student seated at the tables that filled the room, the gentleman briefly addressed his students. “Remember; your questions are due next class, and the test will be next tuesday. Now go to lunch.”
   This order was met with no resistance. The class shuffled out the door into the hallway, mixing with other groups exiting other classrooms. As the first ones out the door The Fantastic Lunch of Mr. Jones by ~BDancinJones
The HuntI don’t know what it was that woke me up so early in the morning, the sun was just barely putting off a glow on the horizon and my blankets were wrapped tightly around my legs. I had an itch that needed scratching but I had no idea where the itch was. My fingers twitched and I sat up straight on my pallet, my unruly red hair sticking up in different directions. I yawned and pushed my way up, kicking my blankets off and stretching my back.

There was some sweet smelling scent on the air that kept catching my attention and made my itch worse. It made me move faster than I usually did when I woke in the mornings. I threw on a dark shirt anThe Hunt by ~Shikyo-Uchiha
Hero"Your son wants to be a dragon slayer!"
Behind the closed door, at his favorite eavesdropping spot, Caleb shuddered. It was always bad when his mother referred to him as his father's son, even worse when she felt she needed to inform his father about it.
"Well, what are you going to do about that, John?" she went on, and Caleb could picture her frowning just by the sound of her voice.
"I'm going to disinherit him," his father said evenly. "You hear that, Caleb? Open that door and listen to this properly: if you run off to be a dragon slayer, I'm going disinherit you."
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Caleb's destiny had been decided before he was born. The eldest son of a  highly reputable brick-maker, he'd naturally grow into his father's trade, learn how to make bricks that would not crack open in the kiln and wouldn't break under the weight of three-stories worth of bricks layered on top of them, and eventually he'd inherit his father's kiln, tools, helpers and customers. There were people far worseHero by *dparparita
Demon's Blood and Bad Decision's by ~Shikyo-Uchiha
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That's Why We Have Words   Late evening sun poured into the stale, common-looking hotel room.  It was rather empty; the stock table, chairs, beds, drawers, and TV were laid out as one would expect to find them, with no other adornments present.  The only distinguishing features at this moment were a suitcase, still packed, by the bed, and two men, one younger, one older, who stood facing each other, standing straight but shifting slightly from one foot to the other.
   The old man paced forward, carefully eyeing the younger, who was, in turn, eyeing the elder.  As the elder walked past the young man, that young man noticed a glint coming from the elder's left hand.  "What's that, on your hand?"
   The old man brought his left hand up to look at and smiled a curious smile.  "It's a ring."  This answer didn't satisfy the young man, however, who got up and joined the old man at the window, taking the man's hand in his own.
   The ring was simpThat's Why We Have Words by ~BDancinJones
TransientSo, as I closed the gates behind me as I set to go out for a walk, I was greeted by a cable car off its cable as if to pick me up. I was mad at first. It could have hit me, I thought. And the driver called out to me, some call like "need a ride?", I nodded and climbed on.

As per usual when I ride buses, I stood by the driver. However, I didn't talk to him. I couldn't. He was strange to me. Why did I climbed on, I thought. The driver was growling and his hair was puffing and his hands were growing tendrils from its knuckles. And the car off its cable was driving wildly, barely dodging upcoming cars, or offensively grinding into them. I was riTransient by ~JaxkelS
The Glass Laughs Back by ~Lass007
Define: BeautyDefine: Beauty
beau-ty [byoo-tee]
noun, plural -ties.
The quality present in a thing or person that gives intense pleasure or deep satisfaction to the mind, whether arising from sensory manifestations, a meaningful design or pattern, or something else.
Chrissy Finer ate her breakfast in the usual manner; fifteen percent on her face and hands, twenty-five percent on the floor, eight percent left on the plate and the remaining fifty-two percent in her mouth. And then just like every other morning she was quickly wiped down with a moist yellow cloth, gently lifted from her wooden high chair and then whisked into the lounge by one of her parents whilst the other stayed behind to clean the unwanted food off the highchair and surrounding area. Yet this was not just like every other morning. Richard would not go to work at quarter past eight, Alice would not hang the washing out nor do the vacuuming and the reason was thus in exactly two hours, thirty eight minutes and sixteen seconds ChrissyDefine: Beauty by ~Jayerde
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Mental Principles- The First Mental Mind Story by *Aghorishaivite
the war of time chapter 3 Time To FightAs months passed the three of us continued pretending like we were ignorant to the truth. That's when we knew that we had to be a full part of the resistance we could no longer merely support them with weapons we had to fight along side them but I'm getting ahead of my self. The phone rang while I was in the mess-hall having lunch; I answered it.

“THEY TOOK HIM!” Boyer screamed

“Boyer whats going on?” I asked

“I'LL KILL THEM ALL!” he said furiously

“Okay Boyer put Victoria on” I demanded

Victoria’s calm voice replaced Boyer's frantic screaming “the military has taken Boyer's brothe war of time chapter 3 Time To Fight by ~lilwriterman
The War of Time chapter 2 RealizationAs the years passed I proceed to give the rebels weapons and supplies. It was my 18th birthday and that’s the legal drinking age on the planet.

“I call a toast, to the best goddamn sergeant this military ever knew” Adam said clearly having his fair share of alcohol

“TOAST” echoed across the mess hall. I couldn't help felling guilty for betraying everybody who celebrating my birthday when I’ve been supping their enemy with supplies for the past 2 years. But I knew that they were merely misinformed and I can't kill them for that. BUZZ BUZZ. The pager was going off. Damn it not now I thought to myself. I thoThe War of Time chapter 2 Realization by ~lilwriterman
The War of Time hello my name is kyle Peterson and this is the story of how I became Public enemy number 1 of the human race. It all started on my 14th birthday the year was 2350. The human race has enslaved the alien race Trisectoids on their home planet Sariine they are peaceful people but at the time, the military told us that they attacked us when we arrived but I discovered that it was the other way around but I'm getting ahead of myself. It was my 14th birthday and that’s when all boys are forced to have military training. And as they say “you must know the natives to keep them in check.” So Sgt. Miller was giving me a basic walk-thrThe War of Time by ~lilwriterman
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the butterflyYou sit down in a cornfield a golden ocean surrounds you.
When the wind blows, he creates waves and dishevels your hair.
It smells like summer. It is Julie and the sun burns, the clouds are gone.
The yesterdays rain dried already and so the nature, reborn, after the long winter feels fresh and new.
Birds are twittering.
You smile and stretch your arms as high as you can.
Suddenly something lands on your fingertip.

It is a butterfly!

With a colour like a piece of the sky.
Softly, slowly it moves his wings to tank the heat.
He did just escape his homely safe cocoon and is fragile as a new bourn baby.
You don't dare to breath.

So flawlthe butterfly by ~TheiaMaby
The day tomorrow died.That fateful day in June did not seem out of the ordinary at all.

I woke up to the smell of freshly made coffee, and tip-toed downstairs to surprise my wife in the kitchen, making breakfast. I wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my face in her still damp hair, breathing in her fragrance mixing with that of the coffee.
“Good morning, sleepyhead. Your breakfast is almost ready!”
She smiled at me and turned her head to kiss me before ushering me to the kitchen table. I gratefully grabbed the mug she gave me, and greedily inhaled the smell wafting from it.
Nothing beats the smell of freshly brewed coffee in the morning!
AThe day tomorrow died. by *Ridderkvinden
Knight of the Petunias.I saw a Knight in my garden today.
He was kneeling in front of my Petunias as if in prayer, his head all bowed and his hands folded.
He had golden, curly hair falling down to his shoulders, and his features were very serene. Almost as if someone had painted them on like that.
You can imagine my surprise.
It is not every day one gets to see a Knight, let alone in your garden on a sunny, Sunday morning in a sleepy suburb of London. But there he was, contemplating my Petunias.
At first I considered calling the police, but the young man was looking so peaceful as he sat there, so, in the end I decided to ask him if he would like a cup of tea instKnight of the Petunias. by *Ridderkvinden
the truth behind your dreams by ~RandomMYT
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You Got A Fast Car                                             'I look at you and smile because I'm fine'
                                                                                     - The Killers.

You got a fast car. We’re speeding down the motorway, leaving behind the road. Leaving behind our past. Escaping the confines of our old town. Any place is better. I look over at you, your eyes fixed on the road ahead. Your eyes, unblinking, filled with determination and ambition. Your hands are clenched tightly on the steering wheel, adamant that you can control our future just like you can control your car. The open windows let in a fresh breeze tYou Got A Fast Car by ~CupofCharlie
Last Night It's 4 AM, and at last, I'm asleep. I couldn't sleep before, damn cough kept me up. I feel like I'm getting better tough, I've been feeling like crap for days now. But I was dumb to think I'd get any sleep. Just when the cough stoped, a commotion seemed to have formed just outside my home. As soon as I get myself to the window, I see nothing. The noise ceased to exist. 
     I went back to bed, hoping nothing would get me up again. I have work tomorrow, you know. I'd like to get some decent sleep, so I'll actually do something at it. But no, not tonight. Again, the commotion noise. It's weird tough... For a commotion they are quite... Quiet. All I can hear is their steps... Now sounding rather closer than before. I open my eyes again, and rush to the window, in the hope I'll catch those bastards on the act. Nothing. Not a soul. I must be hearing things... I'm... Not surprised tough. I was sick for the past days, and now that I though I was Last Night by ~Muller-Saru
The Next SacrificeThe Next Sacrifice

    The kayak sliced through the water gracefully, as the powerful strokes from the person pushed it on.  Besides those few made by the kayak, no ripple distorted the water.  It remained crystal clear and the person could see every fallen tree, rock, fish and turtle that she glided over.  The lake was truly breathtaking, and the early spring air, mixed with a mild summer breeze made it all the better.  The best part though, was that this place was her little secret that no one knew of.  
     She slowed her pace as she came to the side of the lake cast in shadow.  As the kayak slowed and started to drift lazily on the waThe Next Sacrifice by ~Planetfroggy
Insanity“Insanity is an odd but equally perishable fruit. So they just give it an expiration date in hope it will go away.”

She walked down the empty halls, aimless and confused. Metallic screams echoed behind her, screeching as she tried to find her room. She couldn’t help wondering why it was that she was in a place like this. She had a good education. She had several close friends. She was very intelligent for her age… And yet here she was.

They had managed to lock her up. They’d also managed to break her down. Here it didn’t matter who you were. You could be white or black, bright or dim, human or beast...Insanity by ~MelodyofSickness
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Till death do us part"till death do us part"

Once upon a time there was a young girl standing under a tree with a frayed old noose hanging from a gnarled leafless branch. She had her grandfathers pocket knife in her hand, chips of wood scattered on the muddy ground. She stared blankly at the carved out heart with a whole in it. "When I find him...or her...them...its 2013 I'm open mined...I will return to this place and make my heart whole" she said to the mangled old tree.

Many years passed, filled with studies and travels, each year returning to that old tree marking off a line for each year her heart remained unfulfilled. On her return home from her yearly riTill death do us part by ~Spydi-mel
My Story by ~Bluepeacock
Her Story It is dark. Where are we heading? The smell on this train is repulsive and we are all standing in our own feces. We have been standing for a week now stopping only occasionally to empty the pointless bucket and if we are lucky maybe we will get food because we have all eaten our ration that was supposed to last us this trip. I lost my parents at the last camp we were at, Auschwitz and my brother was taken from us right away. I hope it isn’t true that he wasn’t taken up with the smoke.  
Life was perfectly fine before they had to come and invade Poland! My dad had his own dentist business and my mother stayed home and volunteeredHer Story by ~Bluepeacock
Children in the Third Reich Adults were not the only people creating and helping with the Holocaust happen. Children also played a major part in World War two and the Third Reich. When a child was born Aryan, Hitler’s beliefs were pushed on them from the beginning of schooling sometimes even before. On December 21, 1935 Heinrich Himmler established a program called the Lebensborn, or Foundation of Life, which was strictly working only to produce the “master race” and also to give the Reich 600 regiments in thrity years. At these homes women were fed fresh food and only had the responsibility of keeping their unborn babies healthy and safe. Once the baChildren in the Third Reich by ~Bluepeacock
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I don't mindI wake up at o'dark-thirty, as my mom says. I don't mind. Some people groan and complain and hit the snooze button. Not me, I don't mind. I like the early morning darkness. It is a thinking time, a quiet time. When it's dark and silent you see things you wouldn't normally see. Like the way rain drops fall into puddles or how headlights capture the fog. Some people mumble and moan. Not me, I don't mind. I don't mind by ~Ashmaulda
VoicesVoices. Everyone has one. Some are deep as the midnight sky, while others squeak like a newborn kitten exploring the world. When you are with people you love, your voices weave together in a pattern of laughter and inside jokes. When you have an argument, the warp tangles with the weft, snaring into a knot of anger. When you are sad the weaving hangs loose and forlorn, until someone tightens it up and pushes you on your way. Voices by ~Ashmaulda
WHEN I WAS YOUNGWHEN I WAS YOUNG

Once upon a time,

When I was young,
I believed our world is nice.

When I was young...

I thought I was the faulty one,

A parasite, a virus,
so sick and so hideous

I was asking so much,
always more than my lunch

"All these goodies, not enough?
What is more you need to laugh?"

When I was young,
I believed our world is nice

I felt, I was the broken one...

So I was shy, very shy

When I should and when I shouldn't...

I was so silly, stupid!

I thought I'm asking so much!
More than I need for lunch!

And if it happened to need more,
I would never ask it for.

But now I've grown so much,
little shame for my lunch,

Some WHEN I WAS YOUNG by ~DraganTheMighty
I PRIGIPESA TOU VORRAΗ ΠΡΙΓΚΙΠΕΣΑ ΤΟΥ ΒΟΡΡΑ

Ήταν μια κόρη, μια φορά,
μια πριγκιπέσα του Βορρά

Στη μάχη την προδώσανε
και στον εχθρό τη ρίξαν,
στο Νότ&omicronI PRIGIPESA TOU VORRA by ~DraganTheMighty
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Sleepless Hotel (Pewdie X Cry X Russ) by ~SleepingWithInsomnia
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Short Stories Of MeThis book is long
Its pages torn
Scattered like leaves on the autumn floor
They are trampled past, ignored, trodden on each day
Left upon the morning floor
In slow insignificant decay

When opened it reveals nothing
But emptiness, loneliness, reflected grief
Sorrows that can't be forgotten
Memories of before
Memories that should have been forgotten
Blocked out of my disturbed novel

Yet I still remember the time
When out pages entwined
Our words mixed together
Our lyrics seemingly one
We both sung the same song
To the same never-ending beat

But you erased my memory
Like a miss-spelt word,
Or wrong sentence
And as I watcheShort Stories Of Me by ~welzi
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DeceptionCome, sit down, enjoy the warmth, forget your troubles and your pain. Sit, enjoy the rain. And listen, listen to the stories that unfold beneath your eyes in a touch of madness pursued in a moment's respite.  
Close your eyes. Just like that, slowly and without a care. And listen as the shadows whispers, dripping sweet words into your ear so readily tilted towards the faintest sound in a world dark with silence. What do they say to you? 
Is it what they say to all others? No, it would be something tailored, something to touch your innermost secrets, your fears sooth and your dreams grow. Something to make you sit up straight without thinking, relaxed, at ease with yourself. Something you long to hear but dread to say. 
Love. Comfort. Safety. 
I know it looks grim but does it not always before the light? Do you not remember all the times before? You have felt like this, dwelved deep into darkness without means of coming back out for air. You have been tackled doDeception by ~weirdandproudofit
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From the Perspective of A.S.The rain is a torrent
A nearly constant pour
Clouding my mind
What am I doing this for?
The clouds pass 
Every once in a while
Yet it happens as frequently 
As flooding on the Nile
Waking every day
To a feeling of dread 
I fake a smile almost constantly
Taking it off only at bed.From the Perspective of A.S. by ~Aprilnevermore
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Look! Signs of Life! [EDIT]

:icongalialay:

I do apologize that we haven't been super active. I've just graduated and am about to take my state licensing exams later this month so I still have tons of studying to do.

I've also grown very lazy with the coming of summer so... yeah...

Anyway, the deadline for the SpringContest -> [link] has come and I've shut down the folder.

There were only FOUR entries. Ah. You people hate contests don't you? ;D
So there will be 1 grand prize winner as listed, and 3 runner ups. The prizes stand as listed, but minus 4th and 5th runner up.

So based on the entries for the last 2 contests (barely 4 average), I don't think we'll be doing a summer contest. :shrug: Sorry.

We should have the results posted within a week, week and a half. Cool beans.

Also, we're sorry we haven't picked Featured Artists as consistently as we should be. See the first paragraph.

Toodle-loo peoples!

[The-Archaeon]

Same goes for me, sorry! Graduation is a lot more time consuming than I previously thought...
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~sweetmanillagirl 2 days ago  Student Writer
YOUTUBE CHANNEL IN THE MAKING

I am starting a YouTube channel, called Chloe Stories. this channel is for telling stories, similar to creepy pastas. The difference is, this is for ALL GENRES of stories! I am excited about this, and I would love anyone interested in having their stories told to message me. FULL CREDIT shall be given to the author of the story. I am also willing to give advise to anybody who wants help in editing/revising a story.

Rules for the stories

1. must contain little (hopefully none) adult content
2. preferably short stories, but talk to me about novels and such
3. little or no spelling and grammar errors (look who's talking)
4. have fun with them of course

message me for extra details

please share this!
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*Bay-n-Nay May 22, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Hey guys! If you have time to spare, please check out my blog which is centered around music, video games, and the occasional written word.
Thanks!
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~The-Archaeon May 22, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Will keep an eye out, though out of personal interest mostly ;)
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~TenkoSama9 May 14, 2013  New member
Hello I am an individual who want's to publish his work in the near future. I have a few shorts on my profile and would like to share them with people. I would like to hear what you think of them, I am open to fan art; I hope you enjoy my work. :)
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~The-Archaeon May 16, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Please! Feel free to share with us any and all of your work :)

I'm sure you'll get a lot of feedback :)
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~TenkoSama9 May 16, 2013  New member
Thank you I have submitted my work, one in horror and three in fantasy. I hope you enjoy my work. ^_^
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~The-Archaeon May 18, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Awesome sauce! Can't wait to get to them! :)
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~Niledom May 5, 2013  New member Professional Writer
Me again! I am a idiot! I accidentally put GODS EYES and KNIFEMAN ROCK in fanfiction. I am a pillock. Could you please move them to poetry. Thanks.
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*Galialay May 6, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
all taken care of :)
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~Niledom May 6, 2013  New member Professional Writer
Thanks for that. I won't get submissions mixed up in future.
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