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Pain. All that registered to Clover was pain. An intense throbbing in their right ankle, accompanied by spears of agony with the slightest pressure. But they had to keep moving, no matter how much it hurt to move.

Clover, a small, scared preteen with short, curly brown hair and green eyes, couldn't turn back now. With only the stars to guide them, they

limped farther and farther from the crumbling brick house that they had lived in for all of their life.

They used to love it there, with their old tree fort and the creek back in the woods, but lately it had felt more and more like a prison. A prison that they yearned to leave, to escape the crushing hold of their mother. You see, Amelie had no idea how muc...

Growing up in an Asian county seems quite hard. Well, this mostly depends on how each individual thinks about this. What about the teenage girls? How do they feel?
Most of the girls are taught not to fall for any guy at their sweet 16 till their graduation! On a positive note its good to focus on the carrier. But how can you help yourself if you are in

love at your 17.
Love? Or its just about behaving nice with one of her classmate! Ayat seems to be confuse about her feelings. How can she be sure that this is her true love? People in love always want to be together but she doesn't want to be in a relation right at this moment! So, is this attraction, infatuation or love?...

Growing up in an Asian county seems quite hard. Well, this mostly depends on how each individual thinks about this. What about the teenage girls? How do they feel?
Most of the girls are taught not to fall for any guy at their sweet 16 till their graduation! On a positive note its good to focus on the carrier. But how can you help yourself if you are in

love at your 17.
Love? Or its just about behaving nice with one of her classmate! Ayat seems to be confuse about her feelings. How can she be sure that this is her true love? People in love always want to be together but she doesn't want to be in a relation right at this moment! So, is this attraction, infatuation or love?...

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Kiara Hart

Hi. My name is Kiara, and I’m 16. I live on Blood Rose Island, named for its native poisonous roses. This is part of my story… our family’s story, the part where I found out my mom was alive… and more.

This morning, I woke up feeling melancholy and miserable. I had always felt that way, since age 4. You see, my mother disappeared

when I was 4. The only thing I have left of her is the picture in my locket. As for my father, he works all the time. I literally almost never see him. At all. Growing up, my three older-by-a-minute siblings took care of me. Charlie, Alex, and Ari (short for Arianna) are a minute older than the other, Ari bIang the oldest. Charlie’s nex, then Alex, then me....

The Sun rose on the desert as the darkness that consumed it ran in safety. The waters that once rushed there were now dead and silent,the leaves that would fall to the ground and the trees that would stand tall were dead too. All you could see were the waves of sand that would never move,you could feel the pain in your feet as they stabbed you.You

could taste nothing but sand and pain in your throat screaming for water.You could feel the sun's heat beating you and pushing you down.
You feel the sun's heat suck every inch of energy out of you. The whole day is like this until the sun rests on the horizon, and the rabbit face moon comes and wakes up the animals. The moon's soft light shines as the darkne...

Somewhere there’s a cave in a white forest. Small prints cover ground through the trees from somewhere... searching. These prints lead to a boy. He is looking for the cave. He has mossy hair that clings to his head despite its burnt ends. He is naked. He waddles and his feet burn, but a wide smile imprints itself upon him despite the blisters beginning to

form. He is weak and, having only learned to walk moments ago, falls often. Every once and a while the wind whistles down through the trees cutting at the boy’s skin. The prints turn red.
When enough time has passed the trees become sparse and green pokes through the white. The boy shivers, but not from the cold. He sees the cave and it towers above him ...

Four friends chalk out a plan for a picnic on holiday and encounter an unprecedented incident in their lives. It was a pleasant Sunday morning when all the four-step out of their homes to enjoy the beauty of nature. After a grueling journey, they plan to languid in some guest house as the dusk had set in and find a decent one at last. One of the friends,

Rocky becomes rambunctious on seeing the guest house and insists on a midnight sojourn so that they could invigorate themselves and head on for a journey in the dawn. The moment they enter the house, the receptionist gives a warm welcome with a broad smile and registers their names. But Alex, who is a brother of Rocky, gives a dubious stare at the receptionist ...

The stars twinkled in the night sky, as cold and distant as ever. I stumbled. The city around me bathed in shadows, I skipped down the cracked cobblestone road; avoiding the swirls of inky darkness that pooled beneath the buildings. My steps echoed along the streets like gunshots, the tak, takity TAK tak disrupting the stifling silence. I let out a long

breath. A plastic film was being tightened over everything, stretching over my skin, my ears, my nose, mymouthmyeyesmyhead—ohGODICAN'T B-R-E-A-T-H-E—I let out a long breath. I let out a long breath!

The watery darkness slid along the path and stuck to my shoes like honey, caking their soles and leaving black footprints behind me. I kept walking.

It wa...

Chapter one:
Sunshine.

Sophia walked on the plain grass [insert very detailed description on how she walked on the plain grass]

She then saw BOB who will be relevant to the story but you don’t know it yet. Yay the text is bigger. Sophia walked to Bob and proceeded to say the following things:

“Hello, I’m Sophia.”
“Your

stupid.”
“That’s mean.”
“Women are stupid.”
“Have you seen the weather today?”
“Writing is a meaningless hobby of a bunch of delusional people that try to imitate real life but end up failing as they miserably fall to the bottom and try to work themselves up again only to fall once again.”
“I like pie.”
“Screw you.”

Bob proceeded to sl...

THE LEGACY

NICK YOUNGBLOOD:- LOOKS TO BE AROUND 30 YRS BUT IS IN FACT IN HIS 50'S. LOOKS LIKE A NATIVE AMERICAN BUT IS AN ALIEN FROM THE FUTURE. WORKS WITH THE LEGACY FOUNDATION 200 YEARS IN THE FUTURE. HAS VERY PALE VIOLET CAT-LIKE EYES, HAS TWO HEARTS, 3RD SECTION TO THE BRAIN. IS TELEPATHIC, TELEKI-NETIC, CAN CHANGE HIS SKIN COLOUR TO BLEND IN,

IS STRONGER, CAN HEAR AND SEE BETTER, CAN BREATHE UNDERWATER, CAN HEAL FASTER, CAN RUN FASTER, HAS ONE SON.

CAI YOUNGBLOOD:- IS 20 YRS, SAME ORIGINS AS NICK, HAIR IS A LITTLE LONGER, IS AFRAID OF THE WATER, IS TELEPATHIC, TELEKINETIC, PYROKINETIC. CAN PUT A FORCE FIELD AROUND HIMSELF AND MAYBE ONE OTHER PERSON. IS STILL LEARNING HOW TO USE HIS ABILITIE...

Chapter 1
(This is part of the story! I'll be posting bits of it every so often)

The first thing that came to existence were the screams and gunshots in the air, all vibrating and making an earthquake of horrible catastrophic events that will lead to my fate. I opened my eyes, though, and saw people running away from hands in the air. Long, slender

looking bugs with scorpion tails grabbed them and ate them with their long tentacle-like tongues. Explosions were everywhere, airplanes were dropping in and shooting the horrible beasts. a soldier with a cross on his shoulder hid behind a flipped over car and shot his gun at the bugs. The attempt was futile since the bullets simply bounced off of them. I quickly ...

People, a broad word that is used daily by everyone on planet earth. Every person is different. There are many different types, and a lot of them are overlooked. Some people are sweet and generous. They always smile and care for everyone around them, even if they don’t have much.
All we see is the surface. All anyone knows is the surface. What if

you had a conversation with the person that is always smiling? Would you still see them the same?
Maybe the words they are saying are still sweet and kind, but did you notice the small but quick wave of sadness go over them, when you asked how their life was so perfect and so happy? You see, they may seem so perfect on the surface, but deep down that ...

Dear Mom,
I’m stuck in a life that I don’t want. I’m stuck in a house with no way out. I’m suffocating. I have room and space, but I’m suffocating. I’m drained. I don’t sleep and I don’t move, but my mind and body are drained. Why? Why do I feel this way? I don’t know. You’ve always told me, I’m fed, I’m clothed, and I have a roof

over my head. Is that not enough? When you were a kid, you did anything for your mom. You got up at dawn and cleaned the house. You made sure the carpet had vacuum lines, and that there was never a single dirty dish in the sink. You never asked her for anything and you always made sure she was comfortable and happy. When you went to school, you walked. Even in...

The train flew smoothly on the tracks, it's worn-down wheels retracing the path it had traveled millions of times before. The ridges and scratches on its frame were lined with the usual soot of the city; the smoke-choked streets, coal dust clouds and open sewers forever leaving their legacy on the rusting metal of the train. Still, it soared through the

twists and turns of the path, the engine roaring as loudly as it did fresh from the factory. Too bad there was only one person to enjoy its vengeful battle cry!

An old woman, so thin she looked like a stiff breeze would blow her away, sat by the window of the last car on the train. The glass rattled as the wheels hit a loose piece of gravel, but the woman did...

It was cold. I woke up. I left my bed as a ghost and carried myself out to the kitchen. I was hungry. The words in the cupboard were stale, though, so I crept to my parents’ room. I could smell their dreams and thoughts. I ate the color from their minds quickly.
I went outside. I could still see the stars. They beckoned, yes, yes, come with us. So I did.

I danced up towards the sky and began to travel among them. Then, the sun burned. The sun burned so brightly that I could not help but toy with it. No, no, the stars cried. Not that way. I held the sun in my hands, the supernova of the century begging for me to incite it. Not yet.
By noon I was ravenous. I plucked the ears from corn and ate the eyes strai...