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- Chapter 1: He's A Stray (Raven's POV) -
For only 20 years, 20 long years sucked for me, when I was only 23 years old, I became a vampire, why? well ask Jacob, my moron and bitch, kahaba of a boyfriend I wish I can strangle, me and Jacob were at a party from his friends, he was being a little prick like always even if people are around he would blame me for it, I was just looking at a couple of beautiful roses until Jacob grabbed my arm, "Why wewe always looking like a stupid tramp? at least onyesha some respect for once" he alisema and jerked my arm away, I ran to the bathroom, I just wish I can go but he's zaidi stronger than me since he's older than me, I came out and look at that, he was flirting with the elder of vampires, she looked retarded though, I walked up to them "So you're not doing the sex for money drive tonight I see" I said, Jacob's face got pissed and dragged me outside, "Why wewe got to be so damn disrespectful? you're not a human anymore and wewe never will be, you're too stupid to be a vampire, I wish I never turned wewe into one years ago" Jacob alisema then he slapped me, it hurted bad until this guy grabbed him off of me, "Wow wewe have no respect don't wewe bud?" the guy alisema and wow he kicked Jacob in the stomach, kicked him in the face with his foot and broked his jaw, "If I see wewe hit a woman again, your punda is going in the sun" he said, "You okay?" he asked me, those beautiful brown eyes just had me drawn to him as soon as he came to help me, "Wait a moment" I alisema and kicked Jacob in the balls, "Now I'm better than ever" I said, I walked away on my way nyumbani until the same guy showed up on his motorcycle, "Ma'am if wewe want I'll give wewe a ride" he offered, his skin is dark as native american, I could tell he's american and native american, "Sure..I'll onyesha wewe where I live" I alisema and got on the bike with myself holding onto him, he was driving me home, he finally stopped where I lived, I got off of his bike, "Hey..I didn't get your name" he asked, "Raven....Raven Erskine" I alisema to him, "My name is Peter, Peter Forbes" he alisema to me, we shook hands and I walked inside, I can even tell he looks like he's a criminal but I'm glad he helped me out with Jacob, the inayofuata night, I walked to tell Jacob that he and I are over, "Jake, we're over" I alisema to him, "Why breaking up with me just because I hurt wewe one?" he said, "Once? yeah damn right, wewe beat me up ever since wewe turned me!" I began to yell at him and walked out, "Who are wewe seeing Raven?!" Jacob asked me until Peter came around and grabbed me and started kissing me, I knew he's making it look like he's the one I was 'seeing' "Bastards" Jacob alisema and Peter's lips slowly let go of mine, "I'll take wewe home" he whispered to me, something about him is so different I could swear I still felt his lips on me, "Thanks, he was a crybaby" I alisema to him, "What do wewe see in this guy anyway?" Peter asked me, "I probably won't know what I did see in him, but thanks again" I said, "No problem, if wewe need anything else here's my number, if wewe call it I'll be there" he alisema to be handing me a piece of paper, he put the paper in my hand and I felt a shock hit me when he touched my hand, we both smiled and he went back on his bike and drove away, I think I'm in love.
- End of chapter 1 -
 Raven Erskine and Peter Forbes
Raven Erskine and Peter Forbes
CHAPTER NINE:
On the drive back to my apartment, I cannot help but feel something is amiss. What it is, I don’t have a clue. As I continue the drive, I once zaidi delve into my past…
CRYSTAL FALLS: 1850
I awaken an saa later, still in pain from the sun’s rays. I feel Perry’s dried blood on my face, and find myself disgusted at what I have done. I cannot believe the situation I’ve landed myself in. About ten dakika later, Perry returns to the cave. From where I do not care, au even want to know. I feel nothing but burning hatred and contempt for him. I still do not know what prevented...
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CHAPTER SEVEN:
I return to my apartment, and turn off the police radio, which is only reporting the incident I was involved with earlier that night. I suddenly feel tired once again, and this shocks me. As I lay back on the couch, I continue thinking of Pike, and my first night of being a vampire.
CRYSTAL FALLS: 1850
I hesitate, and then follow Perry outside. Only moments ago, I found myself full of anger, yet at the same time, worry, although not for my own sake, but for my father’s, who is still asleep in the other room. For some odd reason, I am in pain, not from my wound, which has disappeared...
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A shadowy figure silently brushed the silken curtains aside as she slipped through the open window and stepped into the dark chamber. Passing a small meza, jedwali and a bed, the fox, mbweha quickly headed towards a cabinet that stood against the far wall.
Beaded necklaces hung above a oval mirror that was set in the center. Her eyes rested on a miniature strongbox half hidden behind the mirror.
Paying no heed to the deafening clatter coming from the oblivious guest downstairs, she skillfully picked the tiny lock and raised the lid. It was hard to tell what was what in the darkness, so she emptied it into...
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My name is Annabelle. I am sixteen and I am beaten.

I lived with my dad and mom in that trailor park on the edge of town between the bar and the strip of stores everyone avoids. We lived happily until my mom, Mary, died in that car crash five years ago. My dad became depressed, drinking alcohol and gambling. He was soon unemployed, so to keep the trailor I had to drop out of school. He is now a deep alcoholic and gambles with his buddies every other day.

Whenever we run out of spirits he hits me. He keeps hitting me until I go to the bar nearby and get more. This happens every two days kwa his...
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My breath came out in a white, frozen wingu before me and smelled heavily of my mint gum. My footsteps’ sounds were wet on the sidewalk. It had rained just before I left the bookstore and, just kwa my luck, someone aliiba my car (boy, was my dad going to have a cow when he hears that…), so I had to walk all the way nyumbani in the wet night, all kwa myself. I prayed silently that I would be able to find my way because I was new in town and barely knew where everything was. I had to use a crappy GPS to find the bookstore. I was just lucky I found it.
    The town was Cassidy....
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Hiya! First stab at adding something I wrote to the uandishi spot. This is a cliche little story inspired kwa the Mayday Parade song "One Man Drinking Games." maoni would mean the world. (:

And wewe swore wewe saw me laughing, and I swore I saw wewe smile
And the time we've spent together was meant to last us quite a while
As I take this piece of wewe with me I'll carry to my grave
Knowing that for someone you're an Angel sent to save


He touched the tip of his index finger to each of the freckles that dotted her arm. He drew patterns, connecting the delicate dots into hearts and butterflies and lopsided...
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Scarlet's P.O.V

I woke up feeling the rough but smooth texture of my worn down bed. I looked around tiredly yawning getting up to change I got my things and headed out. The village was mostly quiet rarely its loud. Our village was very poor. I went in the woods we were banned from going in their. I went in anyways I went alone I had no buddies at all. I was in woods shooting some arrows It was like 98 degrees out I was sweating. Their was a ant on my arm I tapped and hit my hand and shacked it when water swooshed up. I curiously tried again I moved my arm up and the water rose up. I smiled in...
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posted by Insight357
“I want to go home,” I groaned noisily, smacking my head onto the gray meza, jedwali my Marafiki and I sat at. I was in my first period physics class with my group of friends. It was the sekunde siku of the school mwaka and all looked as it had for the past three years.

Chris glanced over at me with dull blue eyes. “Yeah, well I do to, so shut up,” she replied with a grumpy sigh. No one was in a particularly good mood this time of morning, well Jeydon was, but that probably had something to do with the fact that she was used to getting up at the crack of dawn.

“Who pissed in your Cheerios this...
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Vampire Knight is one of Viz's top-selling series, and it's not hard to see why: While it's not for everyone, the upendo triangle, Supernatural romance, and hint of forbidden upendo are like catnip for some readers. The Art of Vampire Knight, released earlier this mwezi kwa Viz, is a beautifully produced art book that will be pure heaven to Vampire Knight junkies (but probably a bit boring for everyone else).
The book collects the full-color art that manga-ka Matsuri Hino created for the chapter openings in LaLa magazine and the tankoubon covers. Some have been published as part of the English-language...
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Very few people in the modern world obtain their chakula supply kwa hunting and gathering in the natural environment surrounding their homes.This method of harvesting from nature's provision is the oldest known subsistence strategy and has been pratised for at least 2 million years.It was,indeed,the only way to obtain chakula until rudimentary farming and the domestication of wild wanyama were introduced about 10 000 years ago.

Because hunter-gatherers have fared poorly in comparison with their agricultural cousins,their numbers have dwindled,and they have been forced to live in marginal environments,such...
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Hi. My name is Jake Gartner, and right now, basically a huge mutant serpent is coming to kumeza me whole, tear me to pieces of flesh, so I have no time to talk right now. Oh, um...you want to follow me? Sure, just accept that everyday will be the best of the thrills. Right now, we are not getting any help from the immortal world, so just know that we have a horrible system of magic right now, and we have an extremely low supply of weapons, thus, the chance that wewe will get out of this mess is around eighty-six percent. (because of me, the master of war) Oh yeah, the serpent. Enough talk. (ROARS) Off to kill a mutant serpent!!! (stabs, deflects, cuts a gash in its head, dies) That's only our first one, trainee. Whatever your name is. inayofuata time, I invite wewe to jiunge with us on our battle. And it will be even zaidi life-consuming, if wewe know what that means.
When I first met him, I could not comprehend anything… why he was here, where he was from, what had happened to his eye… my name is Nora Fushigi, I am sixteen years old and I live with my little sister, Bloom, in a mansion in England. The mwaka is 1940. World War II was going on then, so I called for Bloom to come live with me out in the country because I was worried about her in the big, huge city of London. When she got here, she was overly happy to see me. “Sissy,” she said, “I’m glad to see wewe again!” Bloom is only six years old, and she still needs to learn some proper manners,...
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posted by AuthorForPooh
This is for all the kids who are bullied kwa words. My teachers always say be bleacher people. Lift others up. I hope this poem gives that message to others.




wewe yell at me
mean words.
They
pierce my heart.
I say its ok.
I songesha on.
But the words
still have power.
They still hurt
me.
My friends
tell me
its a big deal,
and that I
need to tell
a teacher.
But I say im fine.
Im really not.
I want to
believe
that im fine,
I want to
believe that
it was
nothing.
But it was
something.
Words always
have power.
Enough power to
strike me
down,
au lift
me up.
Why must
wewe hurt
me?
I stood on the edge of the field, my sword raised to shield my eyes from the falling sun. "I'ts beautiful," I thought, staring out at the curve of the hills and the waving of the nyasi and trees, the grays and browns of winter, with the slightest hint of spring green.
I notice a movement off to my left and my sword drops to my side. It is the juu of a gari coming into view as it crested the hill. I sigh and walk back to the woods, knowing what would come next. The driver rings a signal kengele viciously, clearly wanting me to stop. "Leave me alone." I mumble, I knew I should have stayed in the...
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 Watch out guys for 21!
Watch out guys for 21!
By:Android_21 How there became a Mirai Android 21
Chapter I:The Androids Attack!!!
____________________Android 21's P.O.V.________________________
It was just like any normal day,except that I was made of metal
and an Android.I had cybernetics placed in my body when I
was 20 kwa Dr.Gero,a crazy lunitic with issues.He did the same
to my brother and sister only I'm stronger and have special
abilities.I heard 17 laugh,18 sigh,and I just rolled my
eyes."Really bro.?Did wewe have to kill him when I alisema I would
spare his life?" I asked, and he just shrugged and laughed.18
sighed again,and...
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"Aw, it's pretty close." Tyler McCarthy and Shawn Detham were standing side kwa side. Both held a gun in a head, but Shawn also held a machete. My hand flew up to my mouth to try to hold back a scream as I realized that the blade was dripping with blood. What if it was a friend of my au Nick's, what if it was a teacher? I buried my face in Nick's back trying hard not to picture it.

"Tyler . . . Shawn, what the hell are wewe guys doing." Both of them had grown up with Nick; they use to play together in there neighborhood. They had, at one point, all been inseparable, but high school hit and like...
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posted by GryffindorGirl2
Hello all! This is a HP shabiki fic! I have put my OC,Jasmine,in here.She is Harry's twin sister and Draco's wife,but this is before she gets married.She has long wavy,black hair,bright,pale green eyes,and her lightning bolt scar is on the left side of her forehead.

Jasmine's POV

I lay inayofuata to Harry on the dead,dry nyasi in the shade of the Dursley's house.The living room window was open in an attempt to cool the house,but only blew in hot air,the 4 o'clock news could be heard as our aunt and uncle watched.We were listening to hear any signs of weird happining's in 'our' world as the Dursley's called...
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posted by DarkGirl23
There it was, that fuzzy warm glowing light I always had dreams about... Except this time, I knew it was for real. I was so close! But then I felt something sting into my arm, slowly filling my veins with a warm and yet stinging fluid. What was this? Suddenly I was being pulled back into the world I once knew, and once hated.
My eyes flew open and everything was blurry. For a sekunde it felt like I couldn’t breathe but then I gasped and air filled my lungs. It felt like a giant brick had been lifted from my chest.
I breathed a little shakily and looked around. Standing perched before me, looking...
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posted by DarkGirl23
They haunt and taunt inside the ears of their victims... Screaming words lacking of wisdom into their futures, a fortune broken in the palm of humanity’s hands. Who’s tears drip like blood from an open wound, thoughts turning and diving into the creases of their minds, creases that had remained undiscovered until now. Who, defined as a person, am I? I am the one who stands alone, all the time... So bloody and broken not bothering to understand, not bothering to see the intellect that stands before me.
I am, defined as a person, an assassin of beauty. Love’s undying grip vanishes before...
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posted by MagicUnicorns16
And within two seconds, wewe had deserted me.
I stood there,
My arms open,
Waiting for you.
You did not come.
The only thing that came was hurt, anger and jealousy.
The very thought of wewe was hard to comprehend;
I was scarred, inside and out.
The pain will never leave.
But I found You.
You may not be able to see,
But I feel your presence.
The very thought of You,
The very thought of wewe as my best friend,
Is incomprehensible.
I stand alone no longer.
You are there.
You will never leave.
You are a spirit.
You are a wisp in the wind,
The glimmer in my eyes,
The shine of the sun.
You are the beauty of everything....
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