Outcast

May

24 Oct, 2011 07:08 PM

I panicked as the line of Teachers and Students advanced on me, pointing accusing fingers in my direction. As they tried to pry the sleeping baby out of my arms, I was suddenly overcome with the need to protect the precious object that I held in my frail hands. I was jarred awake by a knock at my door. Come in! I had called out. My Mother came in and lightly sat on my bed. Grabbing her pony tail, she said in a solemn tone I think it's time to tell your Father. Her face was drawn with worry. With that look on that face, the beauty, that her wrinkles usually gave her, was not to be found. I felt panicked at her words, my Father wouldn't understand like she did, so I pictured the worst. I went to argue, but she wouldn't allow it. Enough May. Your Father is... [Read More]

Tags: Outcast, Love, Unforgiving, Anger, Teenage Pregnancy, Pregnent, Death
Votes: 22
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Le Revre (Picasso:The Dream)

D.K.M.D

22 Oct, 2011 12:51 AM

This is just a story I wrote.. Good or bad... Send feedbacks yes? ********* -Marie-Therese Walter, One of Pablo Picasso's many mistresses. She was seventeen, he was forty five when the affair started. And he was still living with his Russian wife, Olga, who was a Ballerina. - I slumped down next to her portrait, removing my shoes from my blistered feet. Wiping the sweat and tears off of my face, I pulled my legs closer to my body. -She had one daughter with Picasso, However, the affair had ended when Olga learned that Marie was pregnant with Picasso's child, Maya Picasso.- Make the pain go away. Please. Please.Please.Please.I had ran to my art gallery in London. I ran all the way from the ghastly place to my art gallery. That place where my life fell apart. That place where my so-called 'Lover' hushed me aside, careful not for us... [Read More]

Tags: Picasso, Marie Therese Walter, Death
Votes: 2
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Thanks For The Memories

Olivia

21 Oct, 2011 02:04 PM

It was 8:oo pm as my father came in and said we were going out for a surprise. This was rare, after my mother passed away after she gave birth to me, my dad was always finding it hard to juggling with his work and looking after me, this is hard as i am dyslexic. My dad needs to get extra help for me as I'm starting high school I am 11. My father took my hand and escorted me to the car. This would be the last time i set foot in this car. It was getting dark and the rain was pelting on the car i sat back and looked out the window to figure out where we were going. I was in the passenger's seat and my dad was driving. It was so cold outside that the car windows started to freeze. We were coming out of... [Read More]

Tags: Death, Pain, Sad, Memories, Family
Votes: 76
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Seeing What You Don't.

Natasha Chandler

20 Oct, 2011 06:01 PM

One day, a girl met a boy. They decided to go to the fields to spend some time together. She found out they had some things in common and that after a couple of hundred times of hanging out, she started to have strong feelings for this boy. Her head went spinning up towards the clouds. As their faces got closer and closer, her heart beating faster and faster, her love showing inside of her eyes. Yet to her and some other of their friends he seemed like he didn't know what he wanted. His mind and heart both confused and hurt from a past relationship, he tried to smile and acted as if everything was ok...but she could see past it. She became worried for him, all the stress he was/is in and all the fake smiles he would give out. Her heart hurt for him. As the time... [Read More]

Tags: Unloved
Votes: 11
16734 8

Worse Part

sabrina

19 Oct, 2011 11:00 PM

many people are inspired by this jade character that had made a video about how horrible grade 9 was, when it started in grade 7. I have no hatred against her at all, i know where she is. but to be inspired by a ONE person, i think you should really look around. Over half of the students you see today are depressed. Society today is cruel and unusual. Hi, i am sabi. I am 17 years old. grade 12. Depressed. my bullied days have been occurring since grade 1. I have adhd. (Attention deficit hyperactivity disorder) I use to cut myself every night when i came home, why? WHO knows. Some nights i still want to. Want to know the worse part????? All it took to get bullied was being myself! just by dying my hair i had problems everywhere. And EVERYDAY, i had to hear the same insults.... [Read More]

Tags: Help
Votes: 10
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Perfection only lasts in photos.

Rae

01 Mar, 2012 12:39 AM

It was just like the initial explosion of fireworks. Your eyes widen, your break gets caught, the colors take over your vision, and you take an inevitable step back. That's how it was when I met Sean. I don't know if it was those blue jeans, or his t-shirt. Well, maybe it was that smile, or those crystal blue eyes. He brought the sunshine to me even at midnight, with a smile that always reaches his eyes. I could tell you every detail, every dream, every hope, but that isn't what love is. Love is the feelings, oh those feelings. You could know every aspect about that person, but that isn't what love is. I mean, he does stand with his hands in his pockets, or with his ankles crossed slightly leaning back, He does sing to every song he hears, he did sing to me before. Hell, he played... [Read More]

Tags: True, Sad, Love
Votes: 3
26027 2

First love

Fawn

16 Oct, 2011 08:15 PM

It was a boring day in middle school and I was on facebook and Julio goes online. We started chatting and hey, he asked me out. I was soo happy when he asked me out. After that day I couldn't eat or sleep, we saw each other every day.he was the first one to say I love you. He would tell me how he felt and he wouldn't be afraid of what people said of us.he would always hold my Hand and tell me that he would never leave me. I was soo happy with him it took me a month to realize that I loved him, really and truly. I loved everything about him, his smile, laugh, the way he would make a face when he told a joke. I was crazy for him and the funny thing is that I never even kissed him. I loved him so... [Read More]

Tags: Unloved
Votes: 34
47437 36

It doesn't only happen in movies.

Mai-chan

16 Oct, 2011 04:02 PM

"But... I love him." Was my only reason. I met him when I was young. Yes, we were childhood friends, rivals in stuff, but we've developed feelings for each other. I didn't know how, but it just happened... The day when he told me he love me was the day I felt like I was in heaven. I felt so nervous, so excited, so happy, so... loved. I was never close with anyone else, my mom didn't want a daughter, my dad was always busy with his job, my brother didn't want a sister like me. My best friends had a lot of things to do since they were rich. I have a lot of best friends; well, to be exact, we are 7 in our circle of friends. He was there, along with the 3 other boys in our group, and me along with the 2 other girls. We... [Read More]

Tags: Hurt, Love, Shot, Kiss
Votes: 4
27084 4

Dear Dad <3

Gabbie

13 Oct, 2011 07:24 PM

Dear Dad, I still remember that dark night. Your sister or my aunt was here to visit you. She came with your crippled step mom and her husband who loved you as a brother so much. They were laughing about stories until there was a screech of police cars outside. The Vibrant colors of red and blue filled the house through the windows. I was only about to be seven so my mom told me to hide in the room. I was really nosy i know, so i pressed my ear to the door. My hair got in my eyes but i had a feeling of what i was going to hear was going to be really important so i ignored it. I heard my mom footsteps go down the main hall and the click of the door opening. She screamed. I stood up but i thought of her getting... [Read More]

Tags: Father, Dad, Love, Family, Death, Missing
Votes: 20
40543 6

A December Faded

DC Martin

11 Mar, 2012 08:39 AM

A December Faded by D.C. Martin We must take hold and embrace the cold and bitter embers of the Decembers that we’ve made, for the January scars we wear will surely never fade. -Nightmares and Daydreams The FM knob had broken twice on the Zenith AM/FM Tune Master that sat next to the bed on a walnut colored nightstand. Among the pill bottles and various medications it towered in buzzing magnificence, reminding me of the monolith from 2001: A Space Odyssey. I picked up the radio and took a long and piercing look at the band selector knob. The superglue had not held; the knob looked as if it would crumble in my hand. I grabbed it between thumb and forefinger and gave it a turn. I was reminded of my favorite children’s cereal when I heard, Snap, Crackle, and then Pop. The knob disintegrated in my hand looking up... [Read More]

Tags: Death, Love
Votes: 1
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