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posted by gossipgirlxoxo
Belinda’s p.o.v

I heard unsettling laughter, I turned my head to what I expected to be Justin, but no instead I saw Millie sitting beside me with vodka in her hand. She smiled once she noticed I was awake. “Hey there sleepy head” She said, I looked around and saw that we were in Justin’s shed but the buckles that were once around my wrist and ankles had been undone. “I thought I might just go ahead and undo those considering they were pretty tight” She alisema before taking a sip of her vodka. I closed my eyes and look down, the whole where Justin has stabbed me was gone. “How did you?” I asked she smiled. “The perks of being a dead slayer, I guess” She alisema smiling. She put her drink down and got up. “Speaking of dead bitchy slayers...how are your sisters?” She asked, I smiled and then relaxed a bit. Millie and I in the past had been close, even if she had hated Ruby and Tayce and the felt the same about her; it had crushed me when she died.

“They’re fine” I said, she rolled her eyes. She picked up her drink and offered it to me, I first shook my head but then considering the circumstances I changed my mind and took a long sip. “So I guess you’re wondering if you’re dead” She asked, I smiled and then nodded. “Yeah, am I?” I asked it shocked me our mellow I was uigizaji with this whole thing. She smiled and shook her head no, with her long pale white hair shaking along with it. “Nope, shocking really wewe were only mauled kwa a goddamn werewolf...they were only really good for one thing” She alisema winking at me; I shivered imagining Justin like that. “So what’s going on?” I asked she smiled. “Well it’s kind of complex. But well when wewe blacked out wewe were going to die but then something stopped you” She told me, I nodded. She took a deep breath and then she continued. “I stopped you” She said, she finally looks back at me. I didn’t know if I should have thanked her au not, I was thankful that she had saved me but she looked so guilty. I smiled and put my hand on hers. “Then why the sad face?” I asked, she sighed and pulled her hand from under mine, and turned to face the other side. “Because Belinda there’s a catch” She alisema slowly, I nodded that was something I had already figured out, there’s no such thing as cheating death. “You’re going to come back different” She said, I nodded. “I’m not sure I know what wewe mean” I told her, I heard a slight sob. “It’s done and I’m sorry, but I couldn’t let wewe become like me” she sobbed. I cupped her chin so that she was facing me. “For wewe to come back, one of your sisters needs to die” She said, her words echoed through me.

“What do wewe mean?” I asked, she sobbed and then cupped my chin. “I had to save you, I upendo wewe Belinda. Although we weren’t sisters I have always felt that wewe were just like one. I couldn’t let wewe die, not like that anyway” She sobbed. I nodded and hoped she would go on. “I pulled some strings with a witch she alisema that if I were to bring wewe back I would have to kill either Ruby au Tayce. I know it sounds horrible but I had to, so I could save you” She said, I rolled my eyes. “Who is it going to be” I asked, she shrugged and then wiped another tear that was falling down her white pale face.

Ruby’s p.o.v

Kale and I decided to take his car back, it was nearly midnight and not to mention the cold. We were both silent, the only sound between us was the husky sound of car against the road, he seemed bothered, most likely it was because of me. I watched his tan fingers switch the heater on. He didn’t even give me a gaze; his eyes were steady on the road. I cleared my throat and looked out the window, we past trees after trees. It made me wonder how Mbwa mwitu loups found their way around, everything looks the same, and I heard him shift uncomfortably. I then decided that this silence wasn’t doing us any good, so I broke it. “When did wewe fist find out wewe were a werewolf?” I asked he turned to me, surprised that I had asked him such a unique and personal question. He cleared his throat. “When I was 14, my father took me out hunting. He would usually take my brothers but this time I came with him. We took different tracks and I ended up near a waterhole, didn’t think much of it at first until I saw a couple of Mbwa mwitu loups drinking near the end. The mother got protective and jumped me, scratched me up real bad, and then inayofuata thing I knew I was a wolf” he said, I nodded and then turned to him again. He seemed zaidi comfortable, I didn’t know one thing about him, favourite foods, where he was born.” So wewe turn when your life is threatened?” I asked he simply nodded. “Bobby turns when he’s angry and Justin...I’m not really sure” he told me, I smiled imagining Bobby getting angry.

“How’d wewe know wewe were a protector?” I asked he smirked at me and the turned his head back to the road. “I didn’t at first until I met Lilly, she told Bobby, Justin and me the deal, what wewe were. Bobby knew as soon as Tayce’s name came up. Justin and I on the other hand didn’t know who, Justin for obvious reasons but I didn’t know until wewe walked into Lilly’s house screaming curse words and covered in vampire blood” he said, he alisema this seriously not one little crack of joke. “I remember that’s the siku after Millie died. Lilly went all lockdown on slayers” I said, he nodded and then turned a corner, and then stopped. I looked up and expected to find our beautiful white house, but instead I saw Kale’s house. “What are we doing here?” I asked he smiled. “Belinda and Tayce are here” he said, I nodded and then got out.

Tayce was on the front step with Bobby, they both looked tired as well as scared. Bobby stood up and walked over to Kale, he alisema something that was too low for me to hear. I chose to ignore it and walked ahead to Tayce. She still looked angry with me, when wasn’t she? “Hey, wewe okay?” I asked, she looked up and rolled her eyes. “I thought kwa now wewe would be sniffing a line” She said, she stood then stood up and walked away, into the house. I rolled my eyes and followed her. “You are the biggest hypocrite” I said, she laughed as she turned to me. She walked towards me, until she was a couple of inches away from me. “Oh, I’m the hypocrite?” she asked, I nodded and she crossed her arms. “Yeah, I took drugs like once, for good reasons. You’ve slept with the entire east coast!” I screamed she didn’t look hurt as I alisema this, but I continued. “Are wewe sure wewe didn’t fall into Justin’s bed!” I screamed, this time I had hit something she walked mbele but before she could do anything I heard the front door opened, kale and Bobby must have heard us. “Well you’re not virgin Mary either!” She yelled back. I laughed and then walked over to the liquor cabinet; I took the vodka and took a long sip. “Is everything okay?” Bobby asked, Tayce nodded and looked away from me. I put the bottle down and then nodded. “Yeah, just peachy” I alisema walking into kales room, locking the door.

Belinda’s p.o.v

“You don’t know!” I screamed, she nodded and then looked up at me. For the sekunde I looked at her stressed tied face, I felt pity. But I put that feeling aside. “They’re your sisters to!” I yelled she nodded. She didn’t need to say anything; as much as the slayers upendo one another I could see why we would chose one over another, I had learnt this from Leah. “I know, but it came to a choice wewe au one of them” She alisema in an unsettling tone, I shivered at the thought of one of my sisters dying. “Could it be Leah?” I asked she shrugged. “I don’t think it counts she’s no longer a slayer, not since she stared banging that blood-sucker. Talk about attention seeker” She said, rolling her eyes. I sighed and got up, I walked over to the place where the door was, and it was open. “Can I walk out of it?” I asked, she smiled and got up. Her tears were gone as if she was faking it. “That’s entirely up to you” She alisema walking towards me, she smirked and pushed the door a little zaidi open.

I could see the beautiful forest clearly. I walked out and decided to run to the house. Thinking that maybe just maybe my sisters would be there, I ran faster and faster until I couldn’t feel the ground under me. I found myself in front of the door. I opened it and smiled. “Hello?” I yelled I saw no one. “Give it back Leah!” I heard a familiar voice yell. I turned to see Tayce. She looked different; she had a face of make-up and was fighting with Leah over her phone. Something wasn’t right. “Like it, how horror movie is this?” Millie asked behind me. I turned to see her smiling. “What is this?” I asked she smiled. “Your High school days, just before wewe all became slayer well before we became slayers” She said. “Ruby I will kick your punda give me the lip-gloss” I heard my voice yell. And then before my eyes I alisema Ruby running away from me. “No, wewe need to stop putting on the make-up. wewe look like a hooker” She said, laughing.

“I do not” younger me yelled. I remembered this day, what Ruby would say next. How happy we all looked. “Stop it” I heard Lilly yell; I turned to see Lilly holding a bag of groceries. I turned to Tayce who I knew would come and help Lilly, Ruby rolled her eyes and passed the lip-gloss back to me. Leah smiled. Her bright teeth showing, she brushed her dark brown hair back, her tan skinned glowed in the sunlight. She ran over to Ruby and put her arm around Ruby, the two were inseparable in high school. I turned to Millie, who just as I did I saw the younger her come running through the front door. “Sorry, I’m late” She alisema chucking her school bag on the floor. There we all were the beautiful one, the smart one, the wild one, the bitchy one and the free one in other words the screwed up spice girls. “You did this, wewe always were a bitch” I said, she laughed. “I met Justin two years ago. Just before I died, he was amazing. And he wasn’t happy when I died either” She said.

Kale’s p.o.v

I turned to Tayce. “What was that about?” I asked she gave me a shrug. Bobby turned to me and did the same. “She pissed me off” She simply said, I rolled my eyes and then turned to Bobby. “Where’s Justin?” I asked. His eyes lit up and he ran upstairs. “Shit, Shit” he shouted as he opened the door to the seller, to find it empty. He ran back down and swore some more, we got the picture. “He’s not there?” she asked, her voice was shaky, I cleared my throat. “He’s got to be somewhere” I suggested they both looked at me as if they wanted to believe that. “Let’s just split” I began but before I could go no, I heard someone scream. I ran up the stairs as fast as I could. The door wasn’t looked so I just opened it, but to my surprise instead of finding Ruby sitting there, I found Belinda standing up screaming,
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Regen wusch die Gräue von pango Fenstern und ließ sie über pango Asphalt ergießen.
Klamm schien die Luft, die unter der Last des Nebels unangenehm warm war, einem Nebel, der die Stadt in ein Gewirr von Spinnweben und Unkenntlichkeit hüllte.
All das, und ein fortwährendes leises Gemurmel füllten pango Hintergrund des Geschehens.
Im Mittelpunkt saß ein Mann, gebeugt, mit dem Rücken zur Fensterseite gedreht, auf einem feuchten Holzstuhl und ergab sich seiner introspektiven Wahrnehmung.
Obwohl er seinen Blick nicht hob, schien es ihm, als beobachte er die Menschenmassen,...
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posted by para-scence
I ran down the pathway, my long blond ponytail whipping me in the face each time I checked to see how far I was ahead of Brandon. He was still far away, and Mommy and Daddy were even farther behind.

"Irina! Mommy and Daddy alisema not to go too far!" Brandon complained. I stopped in my tracks, and groaned.

"We're not too far! I can still see 'em," I said. Brandon pouted, not satisfied. I sighed. "Fine. We'll wait for them." Finally, after waiting forever, Daddy and Mommy finally caught up to us. I ran up to them, and Dad put his arm on my shoulder. Brandon held Mommy's hand. Mommy smiled at the...
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posted by alexmswann
It was three o’clock on a Friday and the kengele had finally rung for school to be out for the weekend. I hurriedly shoved my vitabu in my book bag and headed for the door ready to be out of school.
“Oh wait, Alisa could wewe come here for a quick second,” my English teacher, Mrs. Thompson asked. I turned around wishing I could be out this school. She was a very tall and light skinned lady, in her mid-thirties. She had long stringy black hair and big brown eyes. wewe would probably think she was a retired model. I quickly went to her dawati trying not to seem I was rushing her.
“Um I just wanted...
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posted by para-scence
The inayofuata morning, despite being deprived of sleep, I was wide awake. Carmine was in the kitchen, Nikolai getting ready for work in his room. I frowned when I saw Carmine in his work uniform.

"I thought..." I began. He shook his head, his mouth full of cereal.

"I gotta work today. We'll go another siku though, ok?" he said.

"When are wewe off...?" I asked.

"Next weekend," he answered. I groaned.

"Seriously?!"

"Sorry! wewe know, wewe could get a job too, y'know!" he shouted. I clamped my mouth shut. Carmine never yells at me. Ever. "Y'know, wewe complain about Nikolai all the time! You're just as bad!"...
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posted by para-scence
The inayofuata week was spent somewhat like that first day. We went to the park almost everyday. It wasn't that bad actually. It was kind of funny to see Jezebel and and Aspen run around like psychos. I was actually starting to warm up to Scout as well. It was cool to just talk to someone my age that was a girl too. I never had the chance to do that at school au home. I really like Aspen too. She's very mature for her age, when she wants to be. She has no problem goofing around like a little kid. She likes to talk about a bunch of things. I've become very close with her too.

Then soon came the Sunday...
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posted by Insight357
We went back to Alexander’s apartment after getting Lucy. Xander and Lucy had been sitting on the couch. He was fussing at her for running off.
    “I can’t believe wewe didn’t tell me where wewe were going,” Xander’s lip curled up.
    “I didn’t think wewe cared! wewe aren’t my damned guardian!” Lucy spat back defensively.
    “Maybe not, but I care about wewe Lucy. I upendo you,” Xander looked down. My eyes were open wide, but I pretended like I wasn’t there.
    “I-I upendo you, too,” Xander...
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posted by para-scence
A faint beeping noise entered my room of darkness. I squeezed my eyes shut even more, afraid to open my eyes again and see nothing. There was the noise again. And again. It sounded in a steady pattern. The zaidi I comfheard it, the zaidi it reminded me of where I was. Before, when it was complete silence, it felt surreal, like it was all a bad dream. Now it was a constant reminder that there was nothing left for me. I cried, and a wet tear rolled down my cheek. A tear? But when I died, I'd felt nothing. I couldn't feel au taste the blood that had been running down my lips. I couldn't feel the...
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posted by itchygum
I sat in my bed, watching the dakika tick kwa on my clock. 10:51 . . . 10:52. I rolled on my side, thinking about the inayofuata day, the first siku of school. I was a strait A student and also a bit of a badass. Where did I fit in? My eyelids became heavy, harder to open every time I blinked, until they didn't open.
I felt a nudge, my mom waking me up. "Get dressed," she whispered in my ear. I dragged to my dresser, pulling out my pink Aeropostale shati and a pair of skinny jeans.
My mom dropped me off and kissed my forehead, so embarrassing, but typical mom. "Hey Ana-rebel!" Called Brooke, pretty...
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posted by Insight357
“Yes, I am,” I alisema calmly. I felt sick to my stomach even as I alisema it.
    “Why?” asked Grey as if it were not obvious.
    “I upendo him,” I said.
    “I thought wewe loved me,” she said, tears in her eyes. Although I saw tears, I also saw hate and fire.
    “You were mistaken,” I said, it was cruel, but true. I loved Alexander zaidi than her.
    “Why don’t wewe upendo me?” she asked.
    “You raped me, and I married wewe only because the baby,” I said....
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As I enter the kitchen, I see my mom chopping carrots and putting them in a pot full of stew. "Hi Mom! What's that?" My long citrus machungwa, chungwa skirt, upindo sways underneath the air conditioning vent. "I'm making vegetable stew. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. "I'll get it!" I call. I run towards the wooden door and I turn the bronze-colored knob. A man with shaggy dark brown hair appears behind the door. "Hello. Is your mother here?" Who is this guy? "Yes. She's in the kitchen." I make a left towards the small jikoni and my mom looks at me. "It's for you." I mouth the words silently. "Oh!" My mom, walks...
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posted by para-scence
About three months have passed, and text messages and calls have stopped. It made me feel sad, but at least I knew they had moved on. At least they weren't devoting their lives to worrying about me.

Then one siku before work, I had drove to the edge of town to the grocery store. I had paid for all my things, I was leaving when I noticed a bulletin board. It was the ones where missing people were posted. One in particular caught my attention. It was a picture of me from a party, I was all smiles and waving at the camera. Missing: Kodi Hunter. Last seen: **/**/** Hair color: brown. Eye color: brown....
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posted by StarWarsFan7
Three hours after Darla left and everything's fine at the shop. A teen with dirty blond hair and hazel eyes enters the store. He looks like... "Steven?" Steven stops in his steps. "Bree?" "Yeah. What are wewe doing here?" I ask. "To buy something? Do wewe know where the Candy is?" "Yeah it's in section two." I point towards the sekunde section in the store. The duka smells like vanilla and chocolate. Probably because of the ice cream that have been melting in the corner of the store. Which reminds me... "Steven, would wewe like to work here?" I ask to break the silence. "Sure. I need a job." Steven...
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posted by StarWarsFan7
Ugh. Being an eighth grade student in a huge middle school is a horrible thing. Large crowds, long lines, piles of homework and nasty teachers! But lucky for me, I'm zaidi motley than anyone else. As I walk down the long beige hallway to my sekunde period class, I see my BFFFL (Best Female Friend For Life), McKenna Winston. "Bree! Bree! I need wewe A.S.A.P!" My spunky blond pigtailed friend grabs my hand and runs towards the girls' restroom. "What the heck do wewe need McKenna? I need to get to class before-" I see uandishi on the bathroom wall. McKenna reads it aloud. "Bree Komor and McKenna Winston...
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posted by Insight357
    After dinner, everyone scattered out in the Temple, and Elizabeth was going to go to her room. She walked out of the dining room and into the corridor. She didn’t know where to go so she decided to go left; she wandered around when she finally took a right. She opened up a door. Elizabeth peered inside; she saw Wyatt, Lucifer, and Xavier sitting around a giant, red pentagram in the center of the room. They did not hear the door open.
    She watched them thoughtfully. Wyatt was the leader of the Temple. Therefore, he was doing most of the talking....
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posted by black_13
What do wewe think of this poem? Is it too wierd au depressing?

Caged

It’s my life yet I’m not permitted to live it
Because I’m sick of the tiny little locked cage
Did nobody tell wewe the most important thing?
Little girl’s gonna grow up someday, honey

The siku has come when the box is too small
You repressed, demoralized child’s matured
She’s become – shock horror – a teenager
Just an isolent bitch, kahaba and nothing more

You say she shouldn’t eat so much
But wewe force her to stuff her face
You say her skin’s bad, why?
You the one who never taught her to wash it

It’s as if you’ve completely...
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She fell to the floor and wept, and the jar shook
The siku ended on a cold note for the cold night
He had her moyo sealed in a jar, fragile and trapped
Until he had his moment and let go
With little strength, she had saved it and ran
She had ran until the darkness was unbearable,
As she wept, the jar shivered in her arms

Her dark blue eyes were drenched
And her mind was a dark, narrow corridor.
Her heat prolonged in entrapment,
Torturing her unknowingly with each eternity-like moment.

Finally, she ceased her overwhelming emotions,
Now silent and pondering
Distracted, the jar fell, and shattered at her feet
He’s gone. He’s gone! The words danced in her mind.
Her moyo was free, and she was free

She got to her feet, no longer stumbling
And the shattered jar crunched under her feet
There was no zaidi pain.
~~~~~~~~
...Yeah, I know it kinda sucks. Like I said, first attempt. :/
posted by BURITOES
Ok, so I just want to write a little summary to my story that I want to write called A Place of Our Own I'm basically uandishi this to see if people will like it, and if they do, I'll write more. :)


So anyways, it's about a Hollie, 17 mwaka old girl who has an alcoholic mother and a step father who abuses her as well as her 12 mwaka old sister, Amy. Hollie's been in a 3 mwaka on/off relationship with a heroin addicted boyfriend, Danny. When a close call puts Danny in the hospital, he promises Hollie that he'll quit and they'll find a better life. This causes Hollie to realize that she needs to leave nyumbani and find help herself.


So yeah, if wewe liked this, please maoni and there WILL be more. Thanks. :)
posted by inexplicable
It´s autumn. It´s just a siku like everyone else. I´m sitting on a bench. The air around me is cold and the sky´s color is machungwa, chungwa now, because there will be sunset soon. There is a kisima, chemchemi in front of me. It has a red- brown color and there are statues on it. I can hear the sound of the ice cold water. There are zaidi benches around the fountain, but today there aren´t so much people sitting there as usual. I´m visiting this place pretty often. I´m sitting still on the bench and thinking. Sometimes I observe the people in the street. I can see their long shadows on the ground. It´s the...
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posted by woofbark
This is based on a true story, which has been featured on a few ghost shows. However, I tweaked this "ghost story" a little, and I hope wewe enjoy!



Sariff was a kind and beautiful woman who spent most of her life around the calm, cool waters of an unnamed lake.

It was there she swam.
It was there she read.
It was there she surfed.
It was there, on July Fourth, 1990, Sariff was murdered.

No one knew who it was, besides the fact that he was a man. And maybe, that had something to do with the fact that only men drowned at Sariff Lake.

Twenty men a mwaka died, despite a large amount of lifeguards....
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posted by stevie_fan98
I fell faster and faster, tumbling through the air. I knew, from the agony of hitting the ground, of several ribs cracking, that this was real, zaidi real than any experience I had ever had in my entire life, but I also knew, that once I had passed through this pain barrier, once I came back to consciousness, that the whole rest of my life, would seem zaidi real than the awali one. Already it seemed like I had been seeing it through blurry eyes.

Gemma Conrad was walking down Grand Terrace when suddenly it began to start a decline, where there wasn’t meant to be one. She looked down at her...
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