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The Shadow of Me (Poem) by RubixCube89201
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Do you see that dark figure following you? No. Don't move, or it'll go away. What do you think it is? Maybe it's some kind of monster, I'm scared. Wait, I have one too. What is this? It's called a shadow? What is a shadow? Is it a friend or foe? A stalker of the day and night? A monster that lurks in the darkness? A friend following you to the bitter end? Or just an illusion of light, and nothing more? But don't be so scared. You should find out yourself, what a shadow really is. Cover by @GorgeousBish
Ms. Amnesia (Poem) by RubixCube89201
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Who is Ms. Amnesia? Is she that girl who lost her memory? No, don't pity her. She's the girl who lost her past, her present. And maybe even her future. The girl who chose this, long ago. Maybe even knowing the consequences and sacrifices she made just to start all over. She lost her memories for a reason. No one knows why, not even her. All she knows that she has to start all over to see if she lost everything for nothing.
Lips Don't Lie (Poem) by RubixCube89201
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Gossip. Everyone gossips since they have nothing better to do. Their lives are boring, so they go talk about someone else's lives. So they talk, everybody talks. But what happens when you're the one their talking about. Better yet, about someone having a crush on you. You're flattered, who wouldn't? You get used to it, the rumors and gossips and teases. But then the gossip really begins. What then?
Origami (Poem) by RubixCube89201
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What if the only thing you have left is just a piece of paper? Well, more of a whole stack of papers, a thousand to be exact. Origami is the only thing for the one who folds again and again, one paper bird at a time. It's the only hope this person has who has fallen into the depression of knowing nothing will ever change, alone with no one to catch them. But it's not until a magical paper world opens up to this person, filled with life and color compared to the dark and gloomy life. The only question is: Will these paper cranes give this person hope once more or will they abandon this person in the darkness?
Kidnapped at age 15 by crazyrox6
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Alexis Ryan, the girl that everyone is talking about along with Brittney and Max. They are finally back home safe and sound, but are they really? What happens to Jacob, does he wake up? What happens to Max, does he come back and for what? They all survived through being with Lizzie already.. but will they have to survive another? Read the story to find that out.. follow Alex, Brittney, Max and possibly Jacob through another crazy adventure. Will Max and Jacob be the good guys or bad guys in this adventure? Who will be the good guy and who will be the bad guy? Maybe someone you wouldn't think of...
kidnapped at age 5 by crazyrox6
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my name is Alexis... Alexis Ryan. people just call me Alex. I was kidnapped at the age of 5. when I turn 18 they are suppose to do something to me... but I don't know what. they wont tell me until then. I just hope its not killing me. I live in the basement of the house I am in. I stay there with my best friend Brittney but I call her Britt. she was taken by them at the age of 5 too. she's now 15. we both are forced to go to school. but I don't mind really... I may be bullied at school but I'm stronger than them. school is a place to escape this house. get away from max, Jacob, and lizzie and some big man that hurts us. we always try to find a way to escape but its now use. we have a window but its to far up for us to reach, even if I stood on Britt's shoulders. plus the window is barricaded from the inside and out. and the fact that we have tracking devises in our hips. oh and since the day I was nine I could never talk... why? well you'll have to read my story to figure that out...