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posted by Potter-rulez
I could feel the rejection from halfway across the room, hear the laughter, and just knew they were talking about me. I tried to ignore it, but the tears threatened, exusing myself to go to the toilet I desperately fought for control. The tears overflowed, it was like a tap was turned on. I had absolutely no control over them, they just ran down, racing each other to my chin, when I was finished I walked off to my अगला class.

On my way over, Mr Mofti saw me, कहा hi and asked how I was. I replied, saying I was fine, he almost looked like he was going to walk away, but, then he asked if I really was ok. I saw real concern in his eyes, I panicked though and so i said, "yea, I'm fine."

The laughter steadily got louder, but, I was still फ्रेंड्स with Amber and Lily, but for how long? Then Amber said, "you look depressed." I don't think she expected a response, "haven't आप heard the rumours? I get laughed at every day, what do आप expect? I have hardly any फ्रेंड्स and noone cares!" I started crying and headed to the bathroom, to cut myself some more. Then I decided to commit suicide, I cut myself fairly deep, unlocked my cubicle door and leaned against the wall.

Mr Mofti
20 मिनटों had passed since I'd last walked past Quinn and I couldn't see her. I asked Amber where she had gone, she कहा Quinn had been in the bathroom for the past 20 mintues. I asked her to go in there and see if there was anyone in there, she screamed, and I ran in, I saw Quinn lying in a pool of her own blood. Scooping her into my arms I came out, taking off my चोटी, शीर्ष I stemmed the cuts on her left arm. Noticing Amber I asked her, first if she had a singlet on underneath, when she कहा yes I asked her to take off her चोटी, शीर्ष and use it to stem the other arm. When that was done, I yelled for help, Greg, Patrick and Rose came running, I asked Rose to call an ambulance, Pat to get a blood transfusion kit and Greg to take over Amber.

When the रोगी वाहन, एम्बुलेंस arrived Rose was पढ़ना the suicide note labeled 'What would happen...' Pat was still transfusing and Greg and I were still stemming. She was दिया some antidepressants, the doctors thought if I hadn't got to at the time I had she might be dead. I week later she woke up.

Quinn
I was at deaths peaceful door when Moft got me, when I woke up, there were wires in me and there were sounds of snoring. I felt the heaviness of bandages, and braced myself for when they woke. The door opened and I saw Veronica enter, "I was still your friend, I still care," she gestured to my 'guards' "they care, we would have listened, I can listen now." So I told her everything that had happened, द्वारा the time I was finished my 'guards' had woken up. Sighing, I prepared for the worst, but all they did was give me a new copy of my 'What would happen..." with जवाब they wrote after each question. The doctor walked in, and I was discharged, we were just leaving when my mum was rushed to recess. I followed her and saw as doctors tried to save her but failed. I screamed and ducked the clutches of Mr Mofti and Mr Haffa, I raced out to the carpark. I didn't even feel the impact of the car, hear the scream of breaks या see Moft and Haff fighting to get to me.

Mr Mofti
We raced out just in time to see the crash, द्वारा the time the car stopped, doctors had reached Quinn, they felt for a pulse, and started CPR, but they shook their heads. Tears poured down my face, and my knees gave out, I lay there in a awkward heap, sobbing, Rose got there and comforted me. She drove us back to school where we called a special assembly after lunch, I prepared a speech and organized the slideshow for Quinns memorial.

At the memorial I stood up and spoke "Quinn was a hard working student, she fought for everyones rights before her own, she was vibriant," and I went on. Describing her, how I thought of her, even when tears were rolling down my face, when I was finished, there was not a dry eye.

Later on I went through her stuff and found stories, all completed, so in her memory I personally went to publishers and told her story. Then I helped her organize a funeral.

The दिन of the funeral was beautiful, we held it at the school, I was first up to speak about her and this is what I said:
"Quinn had a gift, that gift was to make others laugh, but, she had great values as well. She could whip up a great story anytime, but, the greatest thing about her was the size of her heart. She would always stand up for others before herself, she put others needs before her own, all the way to her death. The problem was she never realised that, when all this started, she had been crying. Because you, as a school, didn't respect her, so आप put her down, आप as a school rejected her. A महीना after that, she attempted to take her life, had it not been for me, she would have succeeded, she never liked telling her feelings, so she kept quiet, left her head down."

I didn't need to say anymore, it was in my voice, how much I cared, I read out the suicide note, I walked back to my सीट and sat heavily. I watched her pictures on the data projection, saw her happiness and smiled through the tears. I was the first up to see her, I couldn't help it, I broke down.

Later at my place, I couldn't handle it, after realisng most people from the funeral commited suicide, I did too, Quinn herself greeted me.
posted by Bella_Swan3
How are the winners determined from the losers? Easy. Whoever gave in first.

And if no one gives in?

Giving in is often easier. But not the desirable choice.

Taylor tapped the glass coated floor. The tiny black droplet that bloomed on her forefinger fell with a soft plink on a त्रिकोण, त्रिभुज of glass below.

Taylor cautiously lifted the shard to the light. There it was. A small stain, barely the size of a pinhead, darkening the glass.

That's all I am. Just a flaw on an otherwise clear surface.

Just a flaw. A mistake that was never meant to be.

"I'm leaving," Taylor muttered to herself, getting back to her feet. She strode towards the corner, vanishing just as soon as the shadow fell over to embrace her slight form.

She closed her eyes and felt the end of her plait, fumbling with it until wove free.

She knew where she was going, if only this once.

But when she got there? She hadn't thought that far.
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posted by Firewriter
This is a new book I've been working on to help channel my PTSD. Any feedback would be much appreciated.
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Chapter One
Underground

"Get back up to South Sector now!" A man's gruff voice boomed from the walkie-talkies clipped to the belts of the grey and जैतून green camouflage uniforms of the handful of guards. The harsh command reverberated in the deathly silent area as an individual stealthily crept through the heap of lifeless corpses which gazed emptily at him as he reached for one guard's static walkie-talkie. Sighing heavily in exhaustion from the fight he had to put up, he kicked at...
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posted by liviabutterfly
Chapter [#2]

Narrators POV

An old man in a बरसती, लबादा walked into the neighborhood in which Olivia lived. Everyone stared at him as he walked around.

Olivia's POV

I smiled brightly as I dived into the ocean, "wait up!!!" Oliver laughed as my five brothers ran after me with surfboards, buggy boards, buckets for picking up sea shells, and dad brought out our special maid sandcastle buckets. They were big and made the best structures ever!!! Plus our family is known for our sand castles/structures. I smiled and dived down, feeling the salty cold water against my skin, it's the best feeling ever. When...
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posted by zanhar1
It’s raining. Not like a hard rain या anything. Parker makes his way downy the highway with determination and a degree of speed that might not be exactly legal. But he isn’t going alarmingly fast. He maneuvers his car–a rather stylish Dodge Viper–into the fast lane. It isn’t the latest model but he has it painted a sleek purple some shade in between light and dark. After successfully making his pass he get back into the right lane. He’s behind a Chrysler Pacifica with a collect of bumper and window stickers.

From this he deduces that the driver is probably a सॉकर mom या an unfortunate...
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posted by hgfan5602
Together, at last,
We sing in unison,
As the eagles zoom past us,
Symbolizing true freedom now.

We are together,
Not just our country,
But all the countries of the universe,
Syria, China, Germany,
Russia, Canada, Brazil,
And, of course, the United States.

I have never experienced
Such an amazing feeling
In my whole life,
As the soldiers of the universe
March past,
We are in utmost glory.

The unity of the universe,
We behold right now.
Never again, we shall quarrel,
Fighting with our steel rifles.

We will be free,
Not just blacks,
But all of us,
Together, at last.

We will be equal,
Women and...
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posted by DxCFan123
That whole time, I had forgot about my powers. Everything. Like I was a regular person. But that scream, it was of help. What was I gonna do? I couldn't. It would hurt him. I couldn't use my powers. But I had to. I ran out of the cave. I looked around. It started to rain. I didn't do that. I couldn't change it. If I couldn't change the weather, What would I do if I couldn't control things? I saw it. A giant monster. It threw Bruno out of it's hands and onto the rough, muddy ground. "Bruno!" I screamed. I ran over to him. He was injured with a gash in his forhead and was bleeding from the back...
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posted by darkwave
No sun--no moon!
No morn--no noon!
No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day--
No sky--no earthly view--
No distance looking blue--

No road--no street--
No "t'other side the way"--
No end to any Row--
No indications where the Crescents go--

No चोटी, शीर्ष to any steeple--
No recognitions of familiar people--
No courtesies for दिखा रहा है 'em--
No knowing 'em!

No mail--no post--
No news from any foreign coast--
No park--no ring--no afternoon gentility--
No company--no nobility--

No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member--
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds,
November!
posted by StarWarsFan7
As McKenna and I board the bus, we sit अगला to each other in the front. "Hey, I've heard of this song!" I टिप्पणी दे on the song that's playing in the background. "...Sippin sizzurp in my ride, like Three 6, Now I'm feelin so fly like a G6..." "Yeah...sure...whatever..." McKenna responds to me with her eyes locked on her yellow and black cell phone. "What's up?" I ask. "Nothing!" She shuts her cell phone like she's hiding सोना from a bank. My cell phone ring-tone sounds. "I can't stop my feet from dancin' to the sound of his drum. I fell in प्यार with my Rooock god!" I press the "Answer" button...
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posted by Annacrombie
This chapter is a bit dark just to warn you


It was a dark night and she had just arrived घर from work, she stared upon the slits across her wrists from पूर्व times.She blinked back a tear and looked at the door, so many times he had walked through there and now he was gone.


"Its not worth it" she कहा "why did it have to end this way?"She grabed a चाकू and tried to slit her wrist, but the चाकू was covered in blood and was blunt.


She walked up to the चोटी, शीर्ष of her flat building, it was 5 stories high, if she jumped she knew she would never live "Im sorry" she whispered.
"KARA! shouted a voice...
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