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Chrome by dreamer636, literature

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Chrome

The sun was shining hot on his shoulders; Brody had never felt a heat like this before. Wherever he seemed to shift in his seat, it followed him like a dust cloud. He rubbed his aching shoulders. He wanted to be back inside with the air conditioner and that delicious looking pitcher of freshly squeezed lemonade-- "Mr. Callahan, are you listening to anything I'm saying?" Brody snapped out of his smoky daze. He'd almost forgotten where he was again. He took one great look at his surroundings. He was in a lawn chair, sitting under a tall oak about a hundred yards from a large Victorian building grazed with white paint. Behind him a large sea b

Dear Me, by dreamer636, literature

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Dear Me,

Dear Me, I can't find myself anymore. Just when I think I find you in this large sea we call life, I lose you in a crowd. I turn the corner and you're gone again. I thought I found Him. Yes, THE Him. The one I've told you so much about. The one who left me but came back just to be with me. Just to make me smile again. Just to tell me how much he loves me and how stupid he was to let me go. The one I said I fell in love with all those many months ago. I think I mistook Him for someone else. He's not THE Him anymore. He was for awhile but my mind has been working since then. He says He cares for me and about me but I don't belie

Is This Love? by dreamer636, literature

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Is This Love?

Is This Love? I don't want to date you to make other girls jealous. I don't want to hug you to prove to others that you're sweet. I don't want to kiss you so you can impress your guy friends. I don't want to hold hands just to warm your fingers. I don't want to slow dance just so you can feel me up. I don't want to meet your parents to prove to them I'm not a slut. I don't want to have to

Chrome, Preview by dreamer636, literature

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Chrome, Preview

While Ms. Turner teaches, I try to focus on my notes. I pen in each answer exactly how she writes it on the board. I write how she writes, quick and beautiful, making the letters and number elegant, and making sure to cross all the t's and dotting the i's after I finish. Just like every student at Jay Daughtry's: I take pride in my work. I complete all my homework assignments when I arrive home, and proof them over so my grammar is fit to be read by the president. I never forget about an assignment either. Neither do my other classmates. Never has a student turned in their homework late. It's like when the information enters our heads, we nev

All I want for Christmas 1 by dreamer636, literature

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All I want for Christmas 1

All I want for Christmas 1 Part 1 I tried to avoid stepping through the cracks in the sidewalk. Last time it wasn't so easy getting my boot out of the crevice, in the snow it would be more of a challenge. I held tightly onto the slip of paper with directions on it in my hand, and a bag of gifts in the other. I was trying to do some sort of goodness but I seemed to be making a fool of myself. I was walking all the way down to the Alec's to deliver Christmas presents early. Just Christmas presents. I could have easily walked down tomorrow when the snow had melted down, or even Christmas day perhaps. But today felt right. I had nothing else to

Thirst by dreamer636, literature

Break in by dreamer636, literature

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Break in

"Because at one point in any human's life, they hit rock bottom. At that moment life is no longer important. Every ounce of will and integrity is gone. Maybe it's from losing love or letting a dream slip through the knotted ropes of life, but you cannot let that get you down. Everyone has a breaking point, if you don't recover, it's like you're already dead." –Ian Brookes Break In The dream was vivid, like the others had been before. I had been standing at the rock cliff, near the edge where I had almost fallen. My toes were reaching just about off the edge, heart racing. My skin was dry and cracked so the dust faded into my skin, th

If you were dead. by dreamer636, literature

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If you were dead.

I awoke to the rays of the sun, streaking my eyelids with pools of golds and reds. I don't remember sleeping outside? I fully opened my eyes, blinking a little so I could adjust to the new light. The park…I was at the park. What was I doing here? Did I fall asleep by the wishing well and not wake up until now? Or had last night been real, did I really die? Stop thinking like that, that's crazy talk, get up and get home before you're murdered by your parents for not coming home. I brushed the caked mess of dirt off my knees and the grass blades off my sweatshirt and stood up, stretching more and more so I could wake up. That's when I not

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Beyond Distance by cherrichan13, literature

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Beyond Distance

There are dew drops rolling between my fingers when I think of you- the sun is coming up and the grass is newly wet. There's a thin line between the layers of time; translucent stars and purple skies are coated upon the sun-scorched clouds of a new day. You're up there in the stars somewhere, tucked in bed, living out your dreams and blissfully ignorant of the world. I reach for a hand that isn't there, a touch that cannot comfort me. The familiar cut wells open again, impossible to sew shut; memories of your hand in mine, pinning me softly to the bed. Making silly faces for a camera on that first night because we don't know what to do. You f

Your Name, Please? by Mayyuo, literature

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Your Name, Please?

Carl A story consists of series of events, a beginning, a climax and an ending. But this isn't just a story. This is our story. And it all began with a series of names. I remembered that day perfectly, how for me, then, was just another shift at Serenitea. It was boring, yeah. I worked there part-time; every day once class has ended I'd go straight there. Lucky for me it's just across the university. But that one Tuesday night. Now, that was...well, that was when the names started. It was late at night, just a few more hours before we close the place. The place was stranded; nobody was there, just me and my co-worker, Jackie. I kept on wis

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Cherry Coke by chikah, literature

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Cherry Coke

She stirred her drink thoughtfully with her straw. "You don't find cherry Coke much anymore." "Hmmm?" He glanced up from his root beer float just long enough to give her a bemused look. "Cherry Coke. It's a rare commodity these days. And they haven't even come out with some better drink to take its place." "There's Dr. Pepper," he said absently. "Dr. Pepper? My ass. That's not even the same thing." "No, it's similar thought." "As if it—" She stopped herself from getting into the comfortable habit of letting him rile her. Instead, she sipped her drink thoughtfully, in search of something to say. Just as the silence was teete

Urchins - Chapter One by Enilsa, literature

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Urchins - Chapter One

~ One, It was cold in the room. The whole house was cold, crumbling and decrepit honestly, and this was likely the warmest room available. But still, as she lay on the hard wooden floor with a single pillow beneath her tiny body, they might have lit the fireplace. She stared at the offending thing that managed to take up half of the tiny room and sent out some unhealthy fumes. It occurred to her that the reason the fireplace was as yet unlit was because nobody dared venture close enough to it to clear it out, for fear that they would come across a dead body underneath all the mess. It would have been entirely unsurprising if there was a dea

The Fading Sixth Sense by out-on-a-limb, literature

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The Fading Sixth Sense

What I wouldn't give to be a kid again. I can't say I miss bawling my eyes out when I dropped my ice cream cone or witnessing the sky eat my balloon. I surely won't miss being stuck in the front during school picture day because of the "short gene" or being called four-eyes by boys with chipmunk voices. The things I miss about being small (smaller) aren't really things at all. As much fun as it was to play God in the lives of all of my toys, all I want to steal is the mindset of being a child. Humans have five senses, right? I think kids have six. I think that extra thing that sets kids apart from adults, and even preteens, is the ability t

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Sep 12
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Deviant for 12 years
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I am 15 and currently trying to get a book published with my friend Lauren. Don't expect ANY drawings out of me because I am a terrible drawer, but an amazing writer. I might post pictures of my life and I will post a few scenes and ideas of stories I'm currently writing.

Some of my favorite things include black and white clothes, wild and crazy hair accessories. Just anything OUT of the Ordinary, that's my style.

I will hopefully try and post at least one thing a day, but writers block will sneak up on me ALOT, so sometimes.....that may not happen. I know everyone at some point gets writer's block and I get it probably more than a normal human being should. So I understand that some people can't post things all the time either.

Current Residence: United States
Favourite genre of music: Pop, Rap, Classical, Folk, Rock
Favourite style of art: Digital
MP3 player of choice: Ipod
Favourite cartoon character: Blooregard Q. Kazoo
Personal Quote: "Kill a fly in the past and it might drastically change the future."-- Ryan Higa

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Blades of Glory

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Celtic Woman

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Kelley Armstrong

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Call of Duty World at War (yes, random I know)

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Writing, readings, taking pictures of myself and friends

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dreamer636

Dec 7, 2011

All I want for Christmas

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Its true...I'm not dead....yet. Hello hello! XD I knowwww I said I'd write more but I didn't.....I'm never really true to my word :( But I did have an idea that popped into my little mind this morning. I decided that since its basically almost christmas, I could do a series about it. About a bunch of different people's christmases and their expirences, etc! This could give me a chance to work with some new characters I have created and some older ones. Mostly the newer ones. Sooo what do you guys think? Is this a bust idea or a must Idea? Tell me in the comments viewers :P

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dreamer636

Aug 2, 2011

Devious Journel Entry (I stole it from Kagora)

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1 Pick one or more of your OCs 2) Fill in the questions/statements as if you were your OC 3) Tag 3 people at the end of the quiz (I'm not gonna) Molly Henderson Whitney Bradshaw Danny Everton 1) What's your name? Molly: Molly Henderson Whitney: Hehehe Should I know my name? Danny: T.T This is pointless, Danny. 2) Do you know why you were named that? Molly: Uhhhh Whitney: *chasing butterfly* Danny: Not really. 2) Are you single or taken? Molly: I dunno how to answer that.. Whitney: I want a boyfriend! Danny: Single. 4) Have any abilities or powers? Molly: Ummmsort of.. Whitney: I

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dreamer636

Jul 9, 2011

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I. Am. Back. I am happy. I am sad. I am depressed. I am head over heels. I am hungry. I am tired. I am eaten away by my own guilt. My back hurts. My face hurts. My heart hurts. My soul hurts. I am in love. <3 Helloooo I am back from my trip.

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Feb 28, 2012

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