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posted by CapShunsuifan13
Just a sample of a fanfic ive considered writing. Tell me what आप think.
All SOA characters belong to Kurt Sutter aside from my OC

He was back in his own country, it had been so long but he was finally back.
No that wasn't right, he wasn't in his own country, he hadn't been there in 18 years. No he wasn't there, but he was home, it had been ten years since he was last here. Ten years.....
He stepped out of the SUV, the cold air hitting him in the face like a ton of bricks. This was California it shouldn't be this cold. He nodded to the driver, letting him known it was okay to leave. But the black behemoth didn't pull out of the parking lot it just sat there. The driver looking at him curiously, probably wondering why he didn't want to clean himself up before he got home. But instead he nodded, shifted the gears and drove into the night. Husky stood there outside the clubhouse, his feet just froze there, a great part of him just wanted to take off and leave, to run, hell his entire being wanted to. But he couldn't, no this was his home, his family, all of it was his, he couldn't run away.....not anymore.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm his shaky hands, he reached for the doorknob, only then did he realize how dirty they were, covered in foreign filth. Maybe he should have taken a shower, at first it had never crossed his mind. Once he boarded that plane back to the US, the only thing he could focus on was getting home, facing whatever lay in wait for him. He road the plane still marked from the war, still wearing the same sweat-soaked uniform, the dried blood still on his face. And he allowed himself to be driven घर without bothering to cleanup. He wondered if they would even recognize him, या had the war aged him beyond recognition? या would he terrify them, looking so battle worn.
It didn't matter though, he was here now, they were his family, they'd take him back, at least he hoped so.

He stepped through the doorway, taking just enough steps to put himself right in the middle. Just enough so everyone in the room could seem, no matter who they were 'servicing' at the moment. As soon as he had opened the door though all eyes were on him. And it was like 50 pound weight had just landed on him for every pair of eyes. His backpack suddenly felt like a damn anvil. The surprise on his brothers faces hit him like knives, each one twisting in his gut. He couldn't tell if they were happy या mad just surprised their mouths hanging open. The whores and croweaters were shooed away, they exited through he door behind him all glaring at him as they passed for ruining their fun.
He could see Bobby standing to his left a cuestick in one hand, and a बीयर, बियर hanging loosely from the other. Chibs, the Scotsman, stood near the bar leaning on it, he had already dropped his whiskey, it laid on the floor beneath him, the brown liquid oozing out the bottle. His other brothers were there too. Jax, Tig, Clay, Piney, and Opie all standing some distance away, all not sure what to do but Clay, he glared his blue eyes grey burning holes in him. And Husky knew damn well why. The silence was momentarily broken though as she entered the room, a tray full of coffee cups, plates, and various alcohol. All clattering to the floor with a loud shattering noise as pieces of glass flew in all directions. Her whole body shook and tears were hanging in her eyes, but there was also anger a deep-seated anger that had been boiling inside her and was now bubbling over.
Husky looked at Gemma, she was as beautiful and strong as ever, the years had been kind to her. But he couldn't look her in the eyes not after what he had done to her the pain he caused her.
She strutted आगे to him, quickly, every step fum of purpose. She stopped in front of him her hands caressing his face, she traced the scar on the side of his face so gently, but it sent sparks across his skin. Her fingers then moved to the the wound above his eye close to the hairline, the fresh wound that was still open and crusted with dried blood.Her mouth was open a bit like she still couldn't believe he was there, even though she could touch him and feel the warmth if his skin. He knew he had to say something, he had hundreds of things to say all running through his head, crashing into eachother he couldn't form words. He did have one word though.
"Mom." No sooner had it left his mouth, did his head jerk to the side with a एक प्रकार का जहाज़ of skin on skin, and he could already feel the vibrant red handprint on his face. He turned back to her, his eyes cold but not because of her या even the stinging slap she just gave him. His eyes had just been dead for a long time.
Gemma looked about ready to cry, but she wouldn't not here in front of the rest of the club. She dragged him into an embrace making his back pack slip of his shoulders before squeezing him so tight he could barely breathe. Husky felt pain shooting up his spine, and across his chest for he was still sore from his injuries. But there was no way he was going to push her away, she needed this.
And that she did, Gemma hugged her son tightly, holding him close, believing that if she held on long enough it would sink in that he was really here and he would never leave her again. "My boy." She muttered into his chest as they stood embracing eachother, her head laying against his chest and his tilted on her shoulder.
It was like those two words were a cue to the rest of the group या something, for in मिनटों they were all swarming around him, hugging him and patting him on the back. All muttering things along the lines of "I'm so glad you're back!" and "We all missed आप brother" words of endearment coming from everyone's mouth. Even Clay who had glared at him so violently earlier, now only had eyes full of प्यार for his son. He was still mad and he would be for awhile, but Husky didn't blame him. The way he had left, had upset Gemma beyond all belief, seeing his प्यार hurt like so probably killed Clay.
Eventually the greetings died away, and everyone stood around tears glistening their eyes but not falling down their face. Ha, big bad bikers brought to tears over a brother coming home.
"Come on, lets get आप cleaned up." Gemma whispered as she took her sons hand and led him to one of the dorm rooms with a शावर, शॉवर at the back of the clubhouse. Walking down the hall, Husky could here shouts of joy behind him, and his brothers yelling in ग्ली as they prepared for a long night of whores, drinks, and partying. All in celebration of Husky coming home.
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posted by BlondLionEzel
Chapter 2

Everyday, Prince नीलकंठ, जय, जे would go to the Kitsune's cage and gave her खाना and Comfort for when she was sad. After a few days, Jays brother, Cole, Started to worry and went to their father, King George.

"I am worried about Jay" Cole told their Father, "He is always giving खाना to that filthy Kitsune!"

"Let him do what he wants" King George told Cole, "He probably doesn't have real feelings for her, i think". Then he thought of an idea and told him his evil plan.

The अगला day, नीलकंठ, जय, जे heard crying. He ran down the stairs and saw Cole whipping the Kitsune while the Guards were laughing at her pain....
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posted by cuteypuffgirl
This a short poem I came up with. I'm not a descriptive person. I prefer just simple words in poems. This deals with the term, "Looking behind the smile." This is inspired द्वारा a friend and mine's life experiences. Enjoy :)

Gone: a poem

She sat alone
in the corner of the room.
She didn't speak
she would merely loom.
Like she was a shadow
an invisible ghost.
No one gave
a damn at the most.

She would sit there
and simply stare
looking at those
who ignored her.
No one looked
at her twice
no one bothered
when she was nice.

She was a nobody,
forgotten द्वारा all.
Her ever-blank stares
directed at the bare, empty wall....
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posted by amoremusic
I write what i feel and try to
make them seem so-real to
you, but all आप want from me
is honesty.

as i write out the facts
आप act like आप don't really
care where my दिल truly is.

Let me tell आप where it
is, it's in the honesty of my
poetry, deep inside my दिल
it's the only thing that reveals
the emotions deep down inside
my soul.

as i hold onto the emotions
that creates honest कविता
that i write, i see आप looking
at my private diaries understanding
who i want to be.

आप look at me and आप
seem to know what i'm
feeling as i'm revealing
to आप the emotions that
comes from within my
soul.

as i hold the key to this
honest कविता that i compose
आप seem to believe every-little
detail that i have to say to you.
Sittin here remicsin about all the good times we had watever happened between us we were like sisters we had each others back आप were there for me and i was there for आप i miss all the good times we had can we go back to that now

[chorus]
dont आप remember all those timez all those things we did together i miss those times so bad watever happened can आप tell me yeah so i can fix it and get rid of these weights on my shoulders yeah i miss आप i miss talking to आप i miss hanging with आप can we ever go back ot those times

i have to thank आप for so many things for everything आप did for me yeah...
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