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Chapter 1
The searing pain in her left arm was too much to handle. She dropped to her knees to the soft carpeted floor, her long red har falling in her face while clutching her left arm to her chest as tears ran down her face. Soon it was not just her left arm her whole body felt like it was on fire she felt as if she was burning alive. But just as soon as

the pain started it stopped sending a chill up her spine. She looked down to her arm to see a black tattoo-like image of the number 10 appear on her arm. It looked eerily similar to the number 4 on her other arm.

As soon as she regained her lost strength she got up from her knees still clutching her left arm to her chest and slowly walked down the hallwa...

They never let me speak in a place like this. Where the darkness of the world is hidden by white beams of light radiating off of the skin of those around me.
In a place where the sun is below and warms the air beneath our feet, and the air is full of fine dust and radiation. This place where the word "demon" is a sin.
"Zoni," my guardian calls. Her sharp

words pull my eyes towards her.
"Yes?"
"You've been summoned."
Upon the day of my eighteenth birthday, I am to be "fixed" so that I may never spread the genes of a demon in Utopia, if I make it that far. Today, my life is to be challenged, put up for a vote like a fattened cattle.
I nod and watch the soft swish of my guardian's feathered wings.
I follo...

Some call me crazy. And honestly? I don’t blame them.
Some call be cranky, a bad-tempered bat with a barrel-load of spite kept inside the boundaries of my heart. That is, if they thought I had one. Some would argue that I’m more aloof rather than mean—when they kiss my cheeks with warmth from their lips, they freeze from the unbearable

cold.
Others, they call be spiteful. A slut. A player who moves on from boy to boy.
But that’s not who I am. At least, not entirely.
I’m Maddie Johnson. Contrary to popular beliefs, I do have a heart, with which I will spin the golden straw for this story. What I am about to tell you will be unlike any other story you’ve known.
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The tears of a child, the pain of a mother! A heart full of memories of a dead father! Here's so much sorrow, in every eye. Nothing but hurt left here, Nothing but bullets, pain, misery and shattered dreams …. Yet for the children of world only one equation counts: their shared humanity.

We will gather together as brothers, We will gather together as

brothers. and we will live in solidarity with others in this world, we are the thirsty souls of a world without divisions. If we merge mercy with might and might with right, then love becomes our legacy and change, our children's birth right. Let's step out of the shade, aflame and unafraid and don't trust any immortalist. The dove will find a resting place!...

"I know you..." she says approaching the man sitting on one of the stools along the pub counter.
"You're wrong, we don't know each other...," he blurts out.
"I've seen you here other times..."
"That may be, but I've never seen you, okay?". He nudges her slightly as she's leaning into him, looking at him with eyes squeezed shut like a myopic's.
Somewhat

off balance, she passes her arms across her body, striking an awkward pose, as she says in a slurred voice affected by high alcohol intake.
"My name is Barbara, but you can call me Barbie, you know, like the doll..." She winks at him.
"You don't even look like a Barbie..." he thinks and lets out a giggle.
He tries to ignore her and sips his drink, but she ...

There was a time when that rain falling outside had been a threat. A reason to worry.
A fear that the poor houses on the outskirts would be flooded if the nearby stream overflowed, invading the houses with its dirty water, destroying the few modest belongings of its residents. 
Sitting comfortably in the living room, watching the rain through the large

window, with a drink in his hand, his thoughts travel back in time. It comes in his mind, the memory of her mother's suffering face, with early wrinkles, accentuated even more by the concern for the three children she was raising alone.
His alcoholic father had gone out one night and never come back. His body was found lying in the gutter. Over a long time...

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?...

Finding herself heartbroken, alone, and filled with questions, a woman ventured out to seek the remaining pieces of her heart, for her once seemingly long-lasting-almost-forever relationship came to an abrupt ending which left her questioning love and what it meant if it gave nothing but heartache in the process. She sought out love where she least would

think to find it, seeing as how she chose locations that were not her comfort zones to begin with. She began in search at a bar which only gave her drunken loves that left her sadder than she had been. Her next spot were raves that left her drained, for an energetic partner was too much for her introverted soul to handle, not to mention the constant loud music ...

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....

Gary the Hippopotamus was a friendly creature but one thing that really really really bothered him was dandelions. When the dandelions would pop up each spring, Gary would angrily march around the grass to stomp on and rip out all the dandelions. Even though Gary tried very hard to get rid of each one, those pesky dandelions always came back.
Gary would

get so upset over this one dandelion. It was the biggest and ugliest dandelion in the grass. This big one would never go away no matter how hard he tried. He stomped it 100 times a day and did this with the strongest amount of anger he could muster but it always grew back.
One bright summer day, Gary went out in the grass to begin his daily dandelion stompin...

The only one who truly shares my entire life with…….


The conversations between a professor and a student in the evening class some time ago.
The professor said to the students, “Let's play a game. Who'll be the volunteer for it?”
Someone came forward, her name was Galaxy.
The professor said, “Please list the 20 most important names in your

life on the blackboard!”
Galaxy listed her family, her friends, her colleagues and her neighborhood………
The professor said, “Please delete the most unimportant name to your consideration?”
Galaxy deleted one name of her neighbors.
The professor said, “Please delete one more?” Galaxy deleted one name of her colleagues.
The professor went o...

Hello,i am Nina and i am 22 years old.This is my story.
As i am finishing college life, i have to choose what the next chapter of my life is going to be and it has been very uncertain for me,because unlike my other friends i don't know what i want to become. Other's have chosen their paths,but me,so i feel odd....

Ms. West led her to a black van with a sun like the one on her shirt and on the side, it said Laketown treatment center. Ms. West took her bag and placed it in the back seat and gestured for her to get in the passenger side seat.
On the ride to the center, Haper just looked out the window and watched the cars whiz by. They looked like they were going 100

miles a minute. She turns her head and sees that Ms.West keeps glancing at her. She looks and her and says,
“ What?” Ms.West looks at her and smiles,
“ You are going to love the girl that you are sharing a room with, She is super nice and pretty far into treatment so she will be a good person to talk to,” Harper rolled her eyes and looked back out ...

“ I don’t know, I just forget to eat sometimes,” Harper said, still looking at the ceiling. Dr. Matt handed her a paper, the top of the paper said ‘ED DETECTION TEST’. Harper looked at the doctor and laughed a little.
“ Really, an eating disorder test? What do you think I am? The poster tumbled an anorexic girl?” She said,
“ Just fill it

out, please. Oh and please be honest, we are just trying to help and see why you fainted,” Dr. Matt said. Harper looked at him and he held out a pen for her. She looked at the questions and didn’t see anything odd. Yes I count calories, yes I exercise a lot, yes I avoid certain foods. What’s wrong with that? She handed the paperback and he looked over.
...

Harper finds a light flowy lavender wrap dress.
She takes it to the dressing room and locks the door. She slowly pulls down her romper and looks at her boney body. She takes her hands and with the thumb and middle finger she puts them around her thigh. They touch and Harper smiles, she likes this feeling of control.
She picks up the dress and unties it.

She wraps it around her body and ties it. Even when she ties it to the tightest it is still a little big for her. Harper pops her head out the door and calls a worker over.
“ Hi, could you get me an extra small one in this dress?” Harper askes. The man nods his head and walks away. She closes the door and brushes the hair out of her face.
A few minute...