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Can anyone remember that game that we used to play as kids? It would start off with someone calling someone else a mean name. Then the other person would immediately come back with: "I know you are, but what am I?" Silly, right?  Instead of that children should say: "I know I am not, but what are you? What kind of creature are you to blurt out mean names knowing and intending to hurt another person? I know exactly what you are. You are human of the worst kind. Stop calling other people names and creating a worse one for  yourself. That's not how the world should go around. We shouldn't live off of anger, hate and revenge instead we should li

  I hear a knock. ‘knock knock’ “Who is there?” I dare to ask. ‘knock knock’ No answer ‘knock knock’ My heart starts pounding as the knocking becomes louder and louder its tempo increasing ‘knock knock knock!’ My unsteady feat slowly walk through the darkness my trembling hands trying to feel for a knob. ‘knock knock knock knock!!!’ The knob was cold and I held onto it tightly. ‘knock knock knock knock’ “W-who is there?” I ask again getting the same reply as before. ‘knock     knock’ Slowly and slowly I turn the cold knob

I begin to lose myself in the music in the notes the accents the cresendos and ritardandos. My mind thinks of the 16th notes and high notes not of sadness and sorrow which had imprisoned it only minutes before. Now I have escaped only for a little while.

Can anyone remember that game that we used to play as kids? It would start off with someone calling someone else a mean name. Then the other person would immediately come back with: "I know you are, but what am I?" Silly, right?  Instead of that children should say: "I know I am not, but what are you? What kind of creature are you to blurt out mean names knowing and intending to hurt another person? I know exactly what you are. You are human of the worst kind. Stop calling other people names and creating a worse one for  yourself. That's not how the world should go around. We shouldn't live off of anger, hate and revenge instead we should li

Spain and Romano were fighting again. The animals were all scared and hiding from Spain and Romano's yelling, while the neighbors were all awoken very angrily for the third time this week. This time they were honestly thinking about calling the police. "That's it! I'm done!!" Spain exclaimed, this time actually serious. Of course Romano didn't believe him, like always.  "You can have the bed." Spain said grabbing a pillow off the bed and storming down stairs. "Fine tomato-bastard! I don't want you near me while I sleep anyways, pedo!" Romano yelled giving Spain the bird as he stormed down the stairs. Spain didn't care. This was the first ti

I begin to lose myself in the music in the notes the accents the cresendos and ritardandos. My mind thinks of the 16th notes and high notes not of sadness and sorrow which had imprisoned it only minutes before. Now I have escaped only for a little while.

  What is really insane? Is it gas prices, or is it the way this world has become. This Earth has been through many wars many hardships, yet the people of this world still do not see what is really important. That is not destroying your enemies. That is not causing harm to other people. What really is important is unity. If the countries of this Earth would just stop having hatred towards each other and actually work together there would be no poverty. There would be no more wars. The world would be a better place and it wouldn't be so insane.

 As she awoke her head started spinning. This time she was actually able to stand before she passed out again. In her unconscious state she saw her life flash by. It was so familiar yet so wrong at the same time.  This was her life but she had not lived it.  How long was she going to be here, before she went off again? She wondered. Was she actually going to be able to stay this time? Was she going to want to stay?  All of this was uncertain. She had no idea what the next minutes, hours, or even possibly days were going to be like. All she knew was that she was not going to be here long. She was eventually going to slip. It was not unusual. I

I yawned as the hour hand struck twelve. My body yearned for sleep, but my mind was determined to finish my homework. Well it wouldn't hurt if I just put my head down, would it? No of course not. I folded my arms and laid my tired head on the make-shift pillow. My eyelids felt heavy and it was not long before they covered my dark blue eyes. He was there, like he always is. This time the boy/man that I always dream of was sitting on a bench reading a book. I sat down beside him and touched his arm. His violet eyes looked at me and he smiled. He put his book down beside him and cupped my face. "My dear sweet, Arianna, something bad is comin

I have had some sever writer's block and so jellybeansEVERYWHERE linked me to this meme (links in the description)and now I am answering all the questions and my character will be *drum roll* MICHELANGELO FROM THE NEW WORLD!!! 1)Your character has a very weird dream that involves them having a good time with someone they absolutely hate! What does the dream entail and what would happen if the other person ever found out about the dream? Michelangelo has a dream with him  and if  he  ever found out about it  he  would kill him on the spot. 2) What reason would your character have to buy a gun? And what would it take to make then use that gu