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''Oi, you guys! What are you doin'?!'' screamed a brown haired boy from the street.
''Mind your own business and go back under your momma's skirt, or you'll get some too!'' replied the tallest boy on playground, probably the leader of the rest 4 boys.
5 of them were teasing one small boy, taking away from him candies and ruining his game on playground. The brown haired boy frowned with his black eyes and started walking towards them.
''You scum really have guts! 5 tall dogs on 1 small kid! You sure are brave heroes!''
''Of course that we are heroes, unlike coward like you.'' replied yet another of bullies and they all started laughing.
''You sure have no idea what sarcasm is.'' said brown haired boy and ran towards bully who replied.
He was so fast that he put his fist right into bully's nose.
''I hate stupid people.'' said brown haired one and then a fight started.
Little kid moved aside with his candies and watched. When fight was over there was only one laying on the ground.
''Tomorrow at school we'll continue our little fight! If you're not afraid to appear! Ha, ha!'' yelled the tallest boy and then left with his companions.
His brown hair that covered his neck was wet from blood. Also now his hair was covering his eyes. Even his black lacerated t-shirt was covered in blood. His pants were all dirty as were and his black boots.
''Thank you... umm...'' little kid approached with candies.
''Willy Nekro.'' replied the boy while trying to sit.
''Here's one for you.'' ,the kid gave him one candy from his bag, ''Thank you very much, Willy.''
After that kid left him alone, and so he was sitting on playground alone, looking at the candy in his hand while the sun was setting down. He squeezed candy in his hand, frowing and squeezing his teeth. Then he stood up, put his hands into pockets and walked down the street towards great castle at the end of the town.
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''Oi, you guys! What are you doin'?!'' screamed a brown haired boy from the street.
''Mind your own business and go back under your momma's skirt, or you'll get some too!'' replied the tallest boy on playground, probably the leader of the rest 4 boys.
5 of them were teasing one small boy, taking away from him candies and ruining his game on playground. The brown haired boy frowned with his black eyes and started walking towards them.
''You scum really have guts! 5 tall dogs on 1 small kid! You sure are brave heroes!''
''Of course that we are heroes, unlike coward like you.'' replied yet another of bullies and they all started laughing.
''You sure have no idea what sarcasm is.'' said brown haired boy and ran towards bully who replied.
He was so fast that he put his fist right into bully's nose.
''I hate stupid people.'' said brown haired one and then a fight started.
Little kid moved aside with his candies and watched. When fight was over there was only one laying on the ground.
''Tomorrow at school we'll continue our little fight! If you're not afraid to appear! Ha, ha!'' yelled the tallest boy and then left with his companions.
His brown hair that covered his neck was wet from blood. Also now his hair was covering his eyes. Even his black lacerated t-shirt was covered in blood. His pants were all dirty as were and his black boots.
''Thank you... umm...'' little kid approached with candies.
''Willy Nekro.'' replied the boy while trying to sit.
''Here's one for you.'' ,the kid gave him one candy from his bag, ''Thank you very much, Willy.''
After that kid left him alone, and so he was sitting on playground alone, looking at the candy in his hand while the sun was setting down. He squeezed candy in his hand, frowing and squeezing his teeth. Then he stood up, put his hands into pockets and walked down the street towards great castle at the end of the town.
Ever since my family died down to be just me.... I`ve been alone since they died in a car accident. I got out fine (only with cuts and a migrane), but they died. I now live with my grandpa... but he doesn't get me..... I cut my self, dresss diffrently, and never really talk.
4 days after the funeral for my family.... I became Emo. But the day my Family died, something changed within me..... something good went rotten.
My Grandpa see's it, but ignores my pain and anger... only if that drunk driver that hit us was sober and never... spun out of control. Some day I hope his heart gives out and he dies in jail.
Does any one feel the same?
4 days after the funeral for my family.... I became Emo. But the day my Family died, something changed within me..... something good went rotten.
My Grandpa see's it, but ignores my pain and anger... only if that drunk driver that hit us was sober and never... spun out of control. Some day I hope his heart gives out and he dies in jail.
Does any one feel the same?
"No,no,no! Ponny, you're supposed to sound scared. like this, 'AAAA! The Coopestells! They're back!'" Hilisia said. She said the line terrifiying. Ponya rolled her eyes. "If I say it any more frighted, my eyes will pop out! And anyway, you're NOT the director. I'm doing it wrong when Mr.Figgsten says so." Ponya snapped back. "Ok girls, from the top!" The girls got ready. Then suddenly, Ponya stretched her arm out to Hilisia(Luci) And said, "Luci! LOOK OUT!" "What? What Brenda?" "AAAA! The Coopestells! They're back!" "EEEEEEK!" "RUN!!!" They both said. Then the scene ended as they ran off stage. "Perfect!" Mr.Figgsten yelled. Huffing and puffing, the girls came offstage. "Hey you guys I know it's short notice, but we will have to shoot the rest of the film in New jersey
Are you bored? Despretly trying to find something on Google, but everytime you serch something innoceont weird and gross stuff just overflows your computor screen? Well, join this writing compeition! I will list five random genres and themes I pulled from a hat and all you have to do is write a short story from a genre or theme of your choice but it has to be one of the five. The compeition will run from November 07 2011 - November 21. Voting will start from November 21 - November 31.
Genres:
1. Mystery
2. Fan Fiction (Lucky You!)
3. Sci-Fi
4. Children's
5. Drama
As I said, there random.
Themes:
1. Magic
2. Sacrifice
3. True Story
4. Childhood
5. Anime (For Fan Fiction)
Just Post Your Entry on Fanpop and ur good to go!
The winner will recive 10 props and 5 runners up will recive 3 props. :P
Genres:
1. Mystery
2. Fan Fiction (Lucky You!)
3. Sci-Fi
4. Children's
5. Drama
As I said, there random.
Themes:
1. Magic
2. Sacrifice
3. True Story
4. Childhood
5. Anime (For Fan Fiction)
Just Post Your Entry on Fanpop and ur good to go!
The winner will recive 10 props and 5 runners up will recive 3 props. :P
A tear ran down Jannet's pale cheek. David's footsteps echoed in the hall like a man's last words, and for Jannet, they were last words David will ever say to her. We never saw David again. Never. It's a hard word to handle when inlove.
"NOOOOOOOO!!" Mike screamed. The moment was so mindblowing, we forgot we were in Mikeal's orphanage. "She's not dead! She can't be dead!" The careers grabbed him by the arms, threw him to the ground and beat him. "Mike..." Jannet whispered, wiping a tear away. "Mike!" She shouted "Jane, don't interfeare, please!" I begged. It didn't work. When a spirit is enraged they have more energy, kinda' like an adrenaline rush.
"Jannet, where are you?!" Mike shouted. "She's dead! Get over it, boy!" The Head Misstrus boomed. "LEAVE HIM!" Jannet demanded. The women stared at her in disbelif.
"NOOOOOOOO!!" Mike screamed. The moment was so mindblowing, we forgot we were in Mikeal's orphanage. "She's not dead! She can't be dead!" The careers grabbed him by the arms, threw him to the ground and beat him. "Mike..." Jannet whispered, wiping a tear away. "Mike!" She shouted "Jane, don't interfeare, please!" I begged. It didn't work. When a spirit is enraged they have more energy, kinda' like an adrenaline rush.
"Jannet, where are you?!" Mike shouted. "She's dead! Get over it, boy!" The Head Misstrus boomed. "LEAVE HIM!" Jannet demanded. The women stared at her in disbelif.