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Half-Breed

Bella Strauss — Sat, 21 Mar 2009 17:43:04 GMT

Half-Breed Chapter 1 Vincent I was seven years old when I first saw him. My mother and father had only just found out he was coming and there wasn’t time to take us all to safety. They had known this day would come, though. They knew he would eventually find me. I was in second grade at the time. Nothing to unusual about me was noticed at first. I got sunburn more easily than the other kids, I liked to bite people, and I thought myself a little better than all the other normal kids ...

The Sign of the Black Feather

Bella Strauss — Sun, 09 Aug 2009 05:26:19 GMT

~1~ Chapter One Zane The town of Somerset Kentucky was a dull place to live. It was like a town of clones, each one just as preppy as the first. And there I was the exact opposite of every single one of them. Everyone in Somerset had perfect brown or blonde hair, possibly the occasional redhead, and designer label clothes from places like Hollister, Abercrombie and Fitch, and American Eagle. (Though where they would get that way out here in the middle of nowhere was beyond ...

Guest Chat

Bella Strauss — Tue, 24 Mar 2009 00:27:36 GMT

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In My Dreams

Bella Strauss — Sat, 21 Mar 2009 17:39:39 GMT

Dream Of sunsets and stars Shining through To you The cloudless blue Skys are torn Wide Open the gates of heaven Angels pass Into my dreams Torn Shattered Broken Mirrors lay Scattered on the floor Cutting deep You cannot walk further Into my dreams This is my safeguard My shelter And you are not welcome Because of you I'm broken Save for in my dreams This is where I am made whole Never to be touched by you again In my dreams You are you as ...

Complaint Letter

Bella Strauss — Thu, 21 May 2009 02:08:12 GMT

To Ms. Redmond From Christen Paige Campbell May 20, 2009 Today in second block, I came in and John Mets (I’m not sure how to spell it, so I’m just guessing) came over and asked what I was up to. I had been warned by several people (Particularly Caleb Poulter and Sebastian Kearney) that I needed to stay away from him, and I had tried to listen to them and avoid him, but he had been coming over to me and I’m not very aggressive by nature. I said I was fine, and he tried to give ...

What Anna Did

Bella Strauss — Wed, 20 May 2009 23:48:43 GMT

Nothing you say will ever convince me that Anna was not the most beautiful girl in the universe. She had everything in the world: she was pretty, smart, funny, kind… Why it happened to her will always baffle me. Why did you do it, Anna, why? Was it my fault? Was there anything I could have done to keep it from happening? Something I could have said? Maybe I could have told her how beautiful she was. Maybe I could tell her how special she was, that I never wanted her to change, or maybe I could ...

The Cinders Are Falling Like Snow

Panduh — Fri, 08 May 2009 00:33:59 GMT

As we watch the seasons die,
The stars will fall down from the sky.

The summer shuddered its warmth away,
And said, 'December is here to stay'.

So now and forever we live underground,
While sparkling white snow falls all around.

And the trees let their leaves get carried away,
As the flowers below all turn to Grey.

Edward poll...

Panduh — Thu, 26 Mar 2009 02:19:45 GMT

Scissorhands FTW!

Random Lulz

Bella Strauss — Sun, 29 Mar 2009 17:19:11 GMT

Buperstickers, Flair, quotes, whatever lifts your skirts and makes you laugh till you pee yourself.

Anyone care to take a look?

Writer Chick — Sat, 28 Mar 2009 21:46:35 GMT

I went on like a big drawing eyes kick thing today. I did like 2 hours worth of drawing nothing but eyes.
http://isabellaswancullen.deviantart.com/art/Anime-Eyes-117393406
http://isabellaswancullen.deviantart.com/art/Anime-Crying-117395488

Billy Idol or Billy Joel?

Bella Strauss — Thu, 26 Mar 2009 01:56:49 GMT

Billy Idol (White Wedding, Rebel Yell, Mony Mony, Dancing With Myself) or Billy Joel (Piano Man, Uptown Girl, Tell Her About It, And So It Goes)?

Random Chat Thread

Bella Strauss — Sat, 21 Mar 2009 15:19:34 GMT

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Story Chat

Bella Strauss — Sat, 21 Mar 2009 15:20:31 GMT

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Freedom is Relative

Bella Strauss — Wed, 25 Mar 2009 01:31:21 GMT

Fly away, my long lost lover. Roam the amber skies of hate. Evil cannot touch you there. Even I cannot seem to reach you anymore. Do I even bother trying? Or have we died on the eve of our birth? My answer is my own. Is this who you turn into? So much like the werewolf under the full moon... Relativity is but a theory. Elation can be the predecessor of Armageddon. Living and loving are trivial pieces to a much bigger game. Are we to die forgotten? This cannot be ...

Guest Story Chat

Bella Strauss — Tue, 24 Mar 2009 00:28:23 GMT

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Writer Chick — Mon, 23 Mar 2009 23:04:45 GMT

Ill shoo
Ill go
Leave you all alone
Running forever
Fleeing quickly
But wondering where to go

Its clear you
No
Longer want me here
Guess its my time to
Go

I walk out the door
Freedom evelopes
Me
Maybe this wont be
So bad
After all

Tired of the Lies

Writer Chick — Mon, 23 Mar 2009 22:49:40 GMT

You dont understand me You dont know what I can be How could you know how I feel Pretending you care, when I know its not real My life is spinning Yet you tell me Im winning Please stop lying to me And just let me be I want to fly High above the sky But your lies tie me down Keep my feet on the ground No more hope, no more false tries Im done with your stuff done with your lies. Just give me a moment, let me explain When Im with you, feels like Im standing ...

The Name in the Window

Writer Chick — Mon, 23 Mar 2009 22:46:44 GMT

Name in the Window Preface: I froze when I saw it. The name Abigail Hardee written in neat, loopy cursive on my window. The white glowed in the moonlight pouring through. I felt my breathing speed up, and my hands began to shake. I was next. I was going to be next. But why me? What had I ever done? I was a nice girl, kept to myself. What could I have done to be the next one on that god awful list that showed up on the windows of town? I sat down woodenly on the stairs. I ran my ...

Do You Know What I Did?

Bella Strauss — Sun, 22 Mar 2009 17:24:46 GMT

Do you know what I did? Only if you did, would you know how horrible I am. You put too much faith into me. One fatal mistake could send me over Unless I am ended. Know thine enemy. Nonetheless, I do not know myself. Or do I? World? Are you listening? What is this? How did it happen so fast? All this has done is push me To the edge. I killed a man. Do you trust me now? I don't. Do you understand why you should leave ?

Cryptic Lines

Bella Strauss — Sun, 22 Mar 2009 17:20:40 GMT

Hold on to death, Evening starshine, Love to hate, Perfection lies in torture. Moon beam's blood, Eternal sacrifices have already been made. It's only just beginning. With our hands joined Adjacent to the hangman's grave, Never look back, I am Taken by the darkness. This love, though hated, Owns life and death Living to die, Impossible to know, Very only, Everything ends. Please and thank you have lost their touch... <3

This World Isn't Ready Yet

Bella Strauss — Sun, 22 Mar 2009 17:15:56 GMT

Then again, Hearing screams Is a lullaby to the Searching soul When and if Our world ends, Reeling backwards Long lost hearts Delve deep into your dreams. Inside of yourself Searching for more Never will you Touch me again. Ready, set, Eternal rest. Always living Dining on your soul Yearning for more. Yearning for me Everything you said was a lie! This is the beginning of the end.

How Long Until It Ends?

Bella Strauss — Sun, 22 Mar 2009 17:10:59 GMT

How long do I have to wait? Or do I end it now? With the gun at your head? Living in your lies One long fairy-tale horror Never finding the final chapter Growing into fantastical death Until you die, Never will I find peace. This war is tearing me Into thousands of pieces with Long lines of your cryptic poetry carved Into my heart. Tear it out! End! Never beat again. Die, ceaseless beating of my heart, Searching souls for a victim.

Four Letter Words

Bella Strauss — Sat, 21 Mar 2009 18:12:07 GMT

Love is only a four letter word. So is life. And pain. Why is it that the most important words in the world only have four letters? They say that three is the magic number, but I think that it’s four. Who are ‘they’ anyway? Are they some sort of authority that commands us to think along certain invisible lines? If we can’t see the lines, how are we to know when we’ve crossed them? Are their no consequences for thinking outside the box? There should be. There should be some grave danger ...

Breaking Dawn

Bella Strauss — Sat, 21 Mar 2009 18:04:28 GMT

Let the dawn break. Let the sun arise from its long slumber and take its place among the heavens where it shines so brightly that nothing else dares to show its face in the same light blue sky. Let the dawn break. Even the dawn needs to break down and cry sometimes. Let the sun rise. Let the sun come over the horizon, a conquering symbol of power and hope to the world that inspired the greatness that became humanity. Let the sun rise. We all need our day of glory. Let the sun set. Let the ...

Color of a Dream

Bella Strauss — Sat, 21 Mar 2009 17:48:55 GMT

If I could invent a color, my color would look like life. It would be chaotic-order and peaceful-disarray. It would make no sense, and yet it would seem to make everything fit together in perfect harmony. It would be the color of joy, and show people everything that was good in the world, but with just enough darkness to remind you why you were here and show you that nothing is perfect. My color would be everything that I'm not. It would be beautiful, and calm, and warm, and bright, and evil. ...

Invisible Lover

Bella Strauss — Sat, 21 Mar 2009 17:41:38 GMT

Unaddressed letters Arrive for me. from someone I love infinitely. I know not your name, nor the way you stand, I have never heard your voice, but you have me in your hand. You think yourself invisible that you and I shall never meet But the letters you have written are what with the day I greet. You are my only passion, though I know not who you are. Thou be my invisible lover, watching me from afar.

For You, I'll Swallow The Ocean.

Panduh — Sat, 21 Mar 2009 01:11:18 GMT

Chapter 1: Waking Up. Jade’s POV BEEP BEEP BEEP. My alarm clock rang 6:00. Ugh. I hate Mondays. What makes today even worse than any other Monday is that today is my first day at a new school, Ukiah High. Right now, I hate my life. High school is hell, especially if you’re the “gay anorexic freak with the weird hair.” At least that’s what everyone called me at my old school. Who knows what horrible nickname someone will come up with here. I sat up in bed and stretched before ...

Distortion

Bella Strauss — Fri, 20 Mar 2009 20:33:57 GMT

“Don’t touch me!” She screamed, pulling her arm away from him as best she could. God, how she hated being so damned small. She couldn’t defend herself when she was so tiny and frail. And this man knew that. He knew he could wrestle her down to the ground and do whatever he wanted with her because she couldn’t fight back. “Come on now, pet, give me a kiss.” The man grinned, his teeth shiny and gleaming in the street lights from above, his greasy hair falling down in his face. ...