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One and OnlyI find it unfair,One and Only by zuko-love-123
She gets to taste those lips,
When I'm only left to image,
In my ears,
The way you looked at her,
Make me green with jealousy,
I can't bear to think,
Of the way you felt for her,
And how you'll never feel that way for me,
It's so unfair,
How see gets the final word,
She got the last dance,
She broke your heart,
Once, twice, thrice,
But you've not realised,
How I'm much better,
My lips sweeter,
My smell like sugar,
Hers like lemon,
My touch softer,
My whispers endearing,
We're made for each other,
Grafted from the same stone,
Please just have me,
Keep me, store me,
Let me be you're one and only,
Take away the aches,
That burden my cracked heart,
Everyone else sees it,
So open your eyes,
You know now much, I dare say, love you,
I wish for you on the shooting stars,
I pray for you each night,
I want you when I'm down,
I crave you when I'm alone,
I don't know why,
You're the one I dream of,
You're the one I desire,
More than anything
Dark Heritage - Chapter 1When I opened my eyes on the 18th day of February, I saw the ceiling of my bedroom. I knew that if I slightly turned my head I would see the lightning-shaped crack in my bedroom ceiling. When I would push away the blankets and got out of my bed, the fifth floorboard, counting from the wall, would squeak, same way it had for the past 4 years. I rubbed the sleep dust as my dad and I called it out of my eyes and checked my alarm clock. 7:23 AM. I had overslept, as always. As you can see there were little surprises in my life. Every day was the same. Had been, for the last 1 and a half years. Getting up getting up late shower, breakfast, school, homework, bed. Before you ask the obvious question about my social life, I didn't have one. Not because I didn't have any friends, but because my dad wouldn't let me go out. Of the house that is. Ever. I'm serious, I wasn't allowed to leave the house for anything elsDark Heritage - Chapter 1 by NeyaAnamMeanoiche
Ticking Time BombShe watched as they marched into the distance. She should have been with them. Merdan was. Now that she carried his child, though, it was impossible. How selfish would it be to go into battle while another life grew inside her?Ticking Time Bomb by Lindenare
Semal still wished she were with the army, though. At least there she would feel as if she were making a difference. The fighting was desperate; every soldier was needed. If nothing changed soon, there would be no time for raising children.
It was as if there were one of those contraptions that the humans used to measure time hanging in front of her, making her aware of every second with its infernal ticking. There were so many left until she would see Merdan again, and many more until their child would be grown.
And how many ticks would pass until peace finally came? Semal knew she was young, but time of that length was nearly unimaginable. She had the awful feeling, though, that it would not matter, that time was running out.
Chapter 4: A Life well SpentI paced up and down the hospital, and wondered if pacing was contagious. First Caspar, then Em and now me. Maybe it was contagious, maybe this whole day was his fault! I should have kicked him out, I mean seriously, what is it with clients and not telling me things anymore? I need to know this stuff so I can save their ass's and they think if they leave out little bits of information I can do it?Chapter 4: A Life well Spent by Marie-Dellakin
The hospital lights made my eyes hurt, they were that weird color of white and blue, and they flickered. Why were hospitals so gloomy and white? I mean why not paint it pink, or yellow but not white. Didn't white mean death in some Asian cultures; why white?
The secretary glared at me, probably because the people in the waiting room were staring at me. I was chewing the inside of my gum and my hands were balled up in fists, shoved underneath my armpits. I probably looked like a drug addict looking for her next fix, but I was here to make sure I would see my best friend was alright.
Beat Me Black and BlueThey were here again. Rivan had to force himself to sit straight and not curl into the fetal position when he heard the footsteps. They wanted him to show fear, so he must not. That was what his mind said, anyway; his emotions shrieked exactly the opposite.Beat Me Black and Blue by Lindenare
The heavy cell door creaked open, and Rivan could feel the slight heat of the torch that one of the men carried. He was almost glad for the blindfold; the light would have hurt after so long in the dark. They lifted him and half dragged him down the corridor. The rough treatment almost didn't hurt his arms this time; Rivan's unhealed ankles scraping against the rough floor drowned them out.
They took him to the little room down the hall, chained him to the now-familiar metal chair, and left. After some time (calculated to make him nervous, experience and training said), the interrogator walked in. Rivan didn't know his name, but he had been an interrogator at first. He hadn't really asked any questions in a long time, though.
Online MiseryOnline MiseryOnline Misery by SketchWriter
Hyves, Facebook, Twitter etc. Nowadays everybody uses them. Well everybody, not really, I don't. At first I thought it was because I just live under a rock and it takes a while before I find out how things like that work, now I know it's because I just don't have anything to share. My life is so boring, I would probably end up with "Nothing to share yet, I'll let you know if there is..."
Now, be honest, is there anyone who would like to read that? I don't guess so. On the other hand, I DO use my computer a lot. Not for games or anything (my computer can't handle anything that needs more graphical support than Tetris) but I just write.
And because I spend all this time writing (and deleting) things, my neighbors think I am the technical support around here. Everytime there is a problem with the computer they call me. I remember one time they were doing something online (which is pretty something for them, because sometimes I doubt it if they can even FIND the internet brow
God Saved MeLaying here in the dark with tears falling down my face. No one here to help me find my way back to the light. Am I dead or am I hiding in my depressed heart so no one can find me? Does anyone know that I am hiding here...will they come and look for me? Wait I see a bright light walking toward me. Who is it? Is it God or is it the guy I have been dreaming of? His skin is so beautiful and soft. He gives out his hand and tells me that this darkhole of depression is not for me. I take his hand, he picks me up, and he cradles me in his arms. I asked for his name and how he found me. He told me his name was Archangel Micheal and God told him to come and save me. After that day I always turn to God for the answers.God Saved Me by Okinawabum4ever