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snory stippets

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At last, though, Inanni gestured them to silence and turned eagerly to Mara.


((any1 know what book that's from?))

um.... idk

idk...But did u know Mara stands 4 bitter.

((hint: its in egypt ))

It's meant for small chunks of your writing, for example::

Vampires: Hunters and Humans
Prolouge
I dug my nails further into my palms, and stopped breathing, Lucy grabbed my shoulders, and looked worringly at me, "Let's leave Josh, now." It spread, the wound was covered in blood, even without breathing, I can smell the sweet, tempting aroma of her blood. I want it so bad, to bathe in it, to drink the rich substance. I pushed my mother out of the way and fell down to Wendy's body, I began by lapping up the blood from her shirt. "Josh, stop!" Liam and Cody ran over to me, and yanked me off of her. My chin was dripping with blood, I tried to get loose of their grip. "We have to leave!" Sirens were getting closet, "Hurry!" They dragged me backwards, against my will, into the shadows of night.

I looked at myself in the mirror above our sink. The bood was licked off of me, some was left on my chin and neck, my eyes were whited over. Out of frustration it shattered into a million peices when I punched it, cutting my knuckles. I examined the wounds, no blood was shed, they healed over, not leaving any trace. I ran into the kitchen, and ripped open the knifes drawer, and then pulled out the butcher knife. I ripped it across my wrist, but, just like before, no blood fell. "It didn't even hurt." I sliced my other wrist, "We lost our blood..."

After a half hour of suicide attempts, I gave up, and dropped the knife to the ground. It sliced through my foot, but didn't even hurt me, I pulled it out, and watched as the muscles repaired themself. "I... killed her..."

(snip it from story that won't get out of my head)
I shook like a dog, (technily l was just one...) the water sticking like glue. ERRR! Josphine and Creig watched, with a laugh. Oh well. I might not be popular, but at least l was human again. Fangs watched in the shadow hiding from Jo.
"Are you o.k Zane?" Creig asked with an icy voice. Was D coming out already? Danget! How will l explain him growing horns and a spiked tale? If that is what happens. He doesn't like people watching him transform into a demon. Luckily it was only 10 nights a month.
"I'm fine, just head back." I said shaking my head. Jo looked concerned. "Really, I'm fine."
"Okay, we had come to hunt a werewolf." She said slowly. A grin creeped on my face. They had come to hunt ME.

Water lapped at the forgotten ship, nothing moved on deck. The stillness of the ship betrayed the horrors below, screams penetrated the air. One shrill cry broke as the whip lashed out...

Yalain slowly dragged herself from the tide, looking back at the ghost ship. Nothing else moved yet she know better than to run. If they saw her she would never escape a second time, but move she must. Black water swirled at her feet egging her on. Knowing she had to leave didnt make it any easier. The vampires had never let prey escape.

She was alive, more than the other twenty passengers could say, more that she wanted to say. The Bright Dawn had been overtaken on the high seas with out nary a glimpse of hope. The black ship had come suddenly and swiftly.

COLD CUTS:

A drip of blood trickles down,
Shit, I cut too deep.
The toilet paper pushes against it,
My blade is put back in my bag,
as silently I weep.
Girls come into the bathroom,
Conversations of boys.
Laughs.
Smiles.
Fun.
The things I used to enjoy,
pleasures of my life.
Are now all gone,
Replaced with only a knife.

Why don't they see me?
Did I do something wrong?
First Hayley, then Mac, the rest.
This hurt has been with me far for too long.

I push my sleeves back down,
Covering the evidence,
The girls are still laughing,
Making me feel even more tense.
Mac where are you,
You say you're back.
But truthfully I'm sad,
I feel like Jack.

There's no need for this anger,
For the scars on my right arm.
I just need a hug,
To feel warm.
The cold is lonely,
The cold is dark.
I wish you were here,
To light that spark.

Desert Sands:

Preface

Was this how I was to die? In this state? I never thought about it when I wasn't moving up.

My opportunities sky rocketed when I turned fourteen. And here I am.

But why am I here? I should be somewhere else, where I know I belong. Should I stay, or should I go? I never will have another opportunity like this.

"Is there something wrong?" he asked me.

I answered promptly. "Of course not."

Not believing me, he stalked off. He had changed so much from only two years. Why had he changed? Was is for me? Or out of desire?

These are my questions, and this is the story of my life.

(tell me if you like this cause I was thinking of making a book out of this but I think the idea is slightly stupid)

to message 4: I know! I know i know i know i know! its Mara of the Nile or Mara from the Nile or something like that. it was a good book.

PLEASE VOTE!!! NO ONE EVER VOTES FOR MY WORK

An Indefinite Mountain

I need a hand
to lift me out of the pit of despair.
I need someone
I know will be there.
I need a smile
to fill me with glee.
I need a soul
to like me for me.
An indefinite mountain
I'm waiting to climb;
But as I'm waiting,
I'm running out of time,
Blood on the wall.
Knife to the wrist.
Do not cry,
for I shall not be missed.
When you give your heart to someone,
you don't expect it back.
But when you do,
it'll show it's not worth jack.
You watch her through it away,
not a single tear in her eyes.
She leaves it there,
to be feasted on by flies.

liked it!
powerful!

Out of curiosity, and given the tone of the most recent posts, how many of you are actually cutters? I think I asked you this before Bells, but I'm just like...hmm....

Speaking of which, here's a poem. And yes I do. But I've been clean for eight days now, going on nine.

Ugly
Watching the scabs peel away
Ugly
They say how can you self-mutilate?
Ugly
This is how a soul suffocates
Ugly
Cutting takes the pain away
Ugly
Watch a soul begin to rain
Ugly
Watch the blood begin to rain
Ugly
What? What's that you say?
Ugly
Yes, I know that I'm insane
Ugly
Never suspect?
Ugly
Full of regret?
Ugly
Yeah
Ugly
I hide my fears away
Ugly
I hide my tears away
Ugly
I find solace in the blade
Ugly
Am I afraid?
Ugly
Yes
Ugly
I hate it when I feel this way
Ugly
You'd never know
Ugly
Peel my mask away
Ugly
It just might show
Ugly
All my dark days
Ugly
Cutting so deep
Ugly
I'm surprised
Ugly
My life and soul
Ugly
Didn't fly, fly away
Ugly
What I'm trying to say
Ugly
Underneath the scars and pain
Ugly
That I'm trying to stop
Ugly
Because this addiction
Ugly
Makes me feel so
Ugly

Wow

*smiles wryly* Is that a good wow or bad wow, Cryptid? Oh, and btw, I think we are partners in crime for the next contest. Any ideas?

It's good wow

now to add my own snippet:
The fire crackled ominously, licking its fiery tongue against the grass beneath it. Five cloaked figures huddled around it, their faces hidden by their hoods. The one in the center-the leader, apparently shown in the way he presented himself-raised a pale and clawed hand towards the girl standing right next to the fire. He flicked his wrist, and she was forced forward. Her foot stepped onto the fire, and it began turning green in color. The girl screamed in agony.
Charlotte woke up, her heart beating quickly and sweat making her pajamas stick to her. She realized it was just a nightmare, one that had been occuring over and over, night after night. She groaned, adn rubbed her eye with a closed fist. Today was the first day of college. The first day to see her brother and sister after 5 years. She smiled at the idea of teh reunion, and jumped out of bed. She stretched, making some bones crack in protest. It made the stiffness in her joints disappear, howver. Charlotte changed into some clothes she had laid out the night before, grabbed her knapsack, and headed out. Before leaving, she took one last glance at her crumbling, old home, then turned around and walked towards her new life.

That is the first chapter of my story: In the Dark

In the Dark

And there's a link if you want the other 5 chapters...

Oh, yeah I think i read that in Short story contests, right?

isn't it really sad the count of teens and adults that cut themselves? I haven't been that clean the last couple weeks... my parents don't know about it...

btw, great job everyone! I've read all of them, and they're great!

I's know I add a lot, but...
Song of the Hurt

She worries about her mother,
She worries about her dad.
She worries about everything,
But doesn't worry that she's sad.

Worry about everyone,
Pushing the bars.
Not worrying about herself,
Push the sleeves to cover her scarres.

Disgusted with her weight,
Wants to die her brown hair.
Paint her fingernails black,
But ignore the pain that's there.

She lies in the dark alone,
Awake and crying.
At school she says nothing's wrong,
When inside she's really dieing.

The slit to cure it all,
The slit so she would die.
The slit to heal the pain,
All her parents needed was to know why.

This is from a story I'm writing. :D

Emlyn James had mainly taught Serabela one thing about using her Magic to disguise herself: never use it except as a desperate last resort.

"To use disguise is to deceive, and to deceive is to lie," Emlyn had said. "And lies will destroy your faith."

"Faith?" Serabela had asked.

"Faith in yourself and faith in your Magic. No matter what, your Magic is the most powerful thing you will ever possess. And no matter what, no one can take that from you. Never use disguises unless you have no choice, and never lie, even as a last resort."

Serabela had listened then.

But she was going to disobey her lifelong mentor's impeccable advice now.

Because she had no choice.

She stepped into the tan bathroom stall and closed her eyes. She was alone, but she was still paranoid someone would see her go in with her dark brown hair, brown eyes, in jeans and a t shirt and come out with bright red colored hair, green eyes, in a business suit.

The Magic took a few seconds to work it's way, and it took another few for her to calm herself down.

As she left the restroom, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.

And yet again, her Magic had surprised her.

Emlyn had always said, "Your Magic is powerful, Serabela. You have the power to change the world, whether for good or for evil, that is your choice. You have the power to be the best or worst thing to happen."

Serabela had always asked, "Why do you think I'd use it for badness?" She had been little then, and she hadn't understood how Emlyn could think anything of the kind.

And Emlyn would always reply, "Because power corrupts, child. And this kind of power, in someone as human as a Magic, makes you more corruptible than you know."

And then, Serabela would always hug Emlyn and tell her, "No, I won't. I'll help the world, see? I'll make everything better, and I'll make everything worth it. You'll be so proud of me, you'll with you'd never said I could be bad. Momma and daddy will come back form Ireland and they'll say 'we're so proud of you, Ser! We wish we never left!' and my friends'll all be jealous that I'm gettin' all the attention, see? I'll be everyone's favorite, and they'll all feel bad about ever being meanies."

Serabela stared into the reflection in the mirror as it looked away from her. She whispered the last part to herself, finishing her memory.

"And everything will be all right."

Em says: it may not be any good, but I'm in Biology and I'm procrastinating from doing a keynote on genetic disorders.