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Six Word Story: GoneI don't want to lose you.

Filofobia Filofobia de una mente destruida

Lo mismo y sin sentido. Buscando sin buscar, apreciando sin apreciar, amando sin poder amar, llorando sin tener lágrimas, anhelando sin poder imaginar, sintiendo sin tener los sentimientos necesarios.
He visto a esta persona ¿Siento algo por él? No, yo sé que siento nada, es solo que…. Me aferro a su presencia porque sé que no surgirá algo más fuerte que una amistad; No, no es amor, ni siquiera sé si es un sentimiento.

¡NO QUIERO! Tengo miedo, estoy asustada de tu piel.
Busco defectos donde no los hay, hurgo en tus poros para encontrar uno solo y cuando al fin lo encuentro no estoy segura si es ve

Brokeback PewdieCry[This fic is actually too long to upload here, so please go to my FanFiction account, or go straight (hue) to the fic here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9301339/1/Brokeback-PewdieCry]

The Artificial FaceThe Artificial Face

Inside the magazine you will see, very young attractive males and females. Each of them telling you, you are not good enough. They stand there and mock you with those eyes, those naked bodies. They tell you the horrible secrets that leak from their marble mouths. You are not hot, you are not thin, you are not muscular, you are not perfect like we are. We are the elite, everyone loves us and you will never be like us because you are so damned ugly.

They’re liars, every one of those people are nothing but liars. Please don’t hate them for what they are. They’re sad enough to stoop so low. So what is the t

I used to want to die.Take a look at this papers background… It’s blank right?
That’s what your life is every day if you do nothing about it.
The world is your canvas you paint it, not anyone else.
Pick up your paint brush and paint a beautiful sky that you want to see everyday
Or YOU choose to paint a tornado that takes everything from you, and eventually takes your life if you paint it too many times.
Trust me. It isn’t worth it. I know that’s it is hard, you tell me you can’t do it but you can. My God or your God believes you can get through this!
He believes that you are tougher than every person around you.
He believes th

Ignorance Is Bliss Ignorance is bliss. There were never truer words to explain our relationship. I trusted you. I confided in you, and you treated it like it was nothing. Were it not for the fact that I believe in forgiving others despite their deeds, I would never have forgiven you.

I should have known. I should have seen it from the first night I met you, but I wanted someone you as my friend enough I overlooked it. I should have just stopped for five minutes to see who you really were. But I didn’t.

You’re very good at hiding who you are, I’ll give you that. I wonder how long you have been doing that. How many lies did you

Interprequy - Dragon of FleshThere you are: pure, true. You have hatched through a soft crimson egg and rode the red sea through the scarlet gates. You grow and bare your teeth, your crown of hair. You spout your wings and become free.

It is until other dragons with blackened hearts come to you, that you lose your wings. You fall for their deceit. Pressure hones in on your pride, the gift of fire is remorselessly ripped from your heart. Nothing but smoke leaves your lungs. Like broken factory works, your insides breakdown.

Each breath, you unleash the cancerous poison to those who flew by you, laughed and breathed fire. Now, they look down from the limitless sky, eyes

Important You see a different side of a people when they sleep. Some people become rolling and boiling oceans, thrashing around in fits of emotional rage. Others become soft trains, riding down a long peaceful track. Even still, some make an unconscious decision to tell you their life story.
For me, my person becomes a beautiful place of serenity. Whilst he's awake, he's comical, vibrant, and alive. But sleeping, all of those wonderful attributes that make him him, they all become much quieter. All stress and anxiety seemingly disappear from under his radar, leaving only peace of mind and calm. While sleeping, he is more than beautiful.
Sleep is important. But for me, it is not for the reasons scientists say it is. It is a chance to find beauty in those around you where you may not commonly see it, Sleep is a chance to hold someone close, when you're too fearful while conscious.
Find your beauty. N

The Standard TwistWhat’s considered Normal
If we're all considered Odd,

Is Normal having no beliefs,
Is Normal loving God?

Is Normal picking up a smoke,
And lying down to rest,

Is Normal being better than you can be,
Is Normal really the best?

Is Normal a thing I can strive for,
Is it something I should be,

Is Normal the word you'd use to describe,
What you see when you see me?

In a world full of questions,
I like to ask myself,

If normal is something we aim for,
Why all those trophies on our shelves?

Because awards come from Oddity,
Where you do things with your heart,

And if you do them Normally,
You're hopeless from the start,

Oddity is what

I reread the note todayHe was so self-conscious that he began to come across as bizarre: a thin young man with gaunt cheekbones who slouched around the edges of conversations waiting for a chance to politely cut in, but to those more extroverted he seemed a creep or a voyeur. I knew him a year in silent passing before we had a conversation on the winding staircase beside the wall of windows.

Paused with intention, he stood above me and, backlit by a pale grey January morning, I could see all the blackened angles of his figure in contrast with his hands which rested bright upon the railing: smooth and golden, sparsely haired. When he smiled, he bared all his teeth,

This ManThis man is different from Pa. He's like a distinct reflection, making my world and understanding different than before.

Ma says that this man once told her that Pa was stupid to drop our family. After that, I always sat in my room--well, a room not MY room--wondering..........what was so special about my family? We're probably one of the worst families there is. A lost woman, now the head of a bunch of lost members, a dazed teenager, an isolated gamer, a quick tempered girl and two pets, who would want to choose us?

His family is more interesting. His wife is one of the religious group leaders at church, his daughter is a high school gradu

NoteI told the voices to shut the fuck up,
but they don listen, they just keep talking on and on,
and the love to argue with me over the stupidest shit.
I didn't know I wasn't the only one in me.

You never know, we could all very well be insane.
delusional and drunk in what we think is real.
who knows, it could all be a dream, or a nightmare
whichever you choose

i thought it was normal to be yourself, not someone else.
if that were the case, why so many sad sacks around.
is everyone this sad? i wouldn't know since
my closest friends are in my head.

i like my ponies, they symbolize the child in me
the child I hope dies when I die
I hope it nev

Forever LetterDear You,

I've known you for a long time and I thought that we could tell
each other anything, but now I know it isn't true. I knew that
your condition was worsening, but I didn't know it was so bad.
I found out that you had cancer the other day. You tried to hide
it from me, but I found the chemo dates in that pocket in your
bag you thought hid everything from the world. From me. From
me, your only trusted person in the universe. And that's not all
I discovered.

Those chemotherapy dates were expired, past. You've been through
maybe six or seven tests now. And I talked to your doctor about
it and he told me that you have maybe three weeks l

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The American Nightmare*Caution: This story is not safe for young children. It is very scary.*
A little girl comes skipping into her house. She has a bright, cheery smile upon her face and she's holding dandelions in her hands. But soon, the smile is wiped off her face as she opens the fridge...
To her terror, there is nothing to eat. Sadly, due to her American diet and 1st world problems, the only food she is capable of digesting is soda, potato chips, and hamburgers. Not once in her life has she thought of trying some fruit or vegetables. For she is an American.
"Mother!" she cries, "There is nothing to eat!" The little girl falls to her knees and weeps because she's too blind to see that there is still food in the refrigerator. Her handful of dandelions fall to the floor along with her tears.
But there is no reply, because the hunger has already taken her dear old mother. And there is no reply fr

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Normal Normal. That's the goal everyone is trying to reach. Inside everyone just wants to fit in they just want to be normal human being. But what is normal? I looked it up in Webster's dictionary and personally I believe they gave me the wrong definition, but it's not their fault because there is a wide definition of normal. What's normal for me is playing music for hours on end and writing so many things at one time it sometimes gets overwhelming then watching ten hours of my favorite anime to calm me down. What's normal for my big sister is studying, making sure her room isn't a mess and loudly singing her favorite songs so that everyone in a fi

This Insane WorldPurity corrupted by greed. Pulchritude destroyed by desire. Truth shattered by lies. Happiness taken over by rage Love crushed by lust. This world is insane and there is nothing stopping it from spiraling down into hole of doom.

Heavenly FeelingI was above everyone else. Happiness showed from the smile on my face and the gleam in my eye. No one could bring me down from the clouds where my mind was floating happily. I was soaring with the eagles and flying towards the sun. I was the happiest I have ever been in my whole life. I do not believe anyone could imagine the amount of joy I felt. My eyes saw the world through a censor only seeing the smiles in everyone's faces and all the pretty flowers and trees around me. Everything was great, no, everything was amazing! My life was good and for now I am going to pretend that there will never be anything in my future that will kill my happ

The First Dance of Many There was not a single person left in the ballroom except for me. I was striked down by the evil Rasputin when he first walked into the lovely ballroom. My body was trampled on by all of the people trying to escape. It hurt so much. My whole dress was covered in my scarlet blood, which was a shame since it was so pretty I had it especially made for this occasion. Tsar Nicholas even complemented on it. It was ruined now, but did that really matter since my death was practically assured by my wounds.
"Ania! Ania! Where are you?" I heard a lovely voice call out for me.
"Pyotr?" I called out my voice hoarse. I remember talking to him earli

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Race of Life

by *MLYNNIUM, Dec 20, 2012, 2:51:06 PM
Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Emotional

We all have a start and we all have an end. It's what you do in between that matters. Will you run to fast and end up breaking down in the middle of the race? Will you take everything as a competition and not help a friend when he's down? Will you slow your pace to a walk and enjoy everything around you? Will you open your hand to those in need? Most importantly after all is done and you have crossed that line can you honestly say that you are proud of yourself?

Race of Lifeby *MLYNNIUM

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Can you?

~HinPink Dec 30, 2012 Student Writer

This makes me think so much... it's great

That last question is just perfect. I am seriously going to think about this all the time now.

*MLYNNIUM Jan 1, 2013

I'm glad you liked it!

~HinPink Jan 4, 2013 Student Writer

Yes I did keep it up

~swordofcoke Dec 20, 2012

I don't know if I'd like to answer that question.

*MLYNNIUM Dec 20, 2012

Your race isn't over yet. You can't change the past, but you can control the future.

~swordofcoke Dec 20, 2012

Are You proud? Of your achievements I mean.

*MLYNNIUM Dec 20, 2012

Yes I am very proud of my achievements, but that doesn't mean I don't want to change some of the things I've done. There are some parts of my life that I wish I could just erase. But when I cross that finish line I think I will be content with my life and what I turned out to be.

~swordofcoke Dec 21, 2012

In that case, I gotta wait to see If I'm going to be proud when I'm at the end.

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