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just go now go away leave forver die in peace

And when the day returns to ashes and dark you'll find me stealing ephemeral infinities, like a thousand songs never again to be sung under fallen stars and mechanical cities. A collection of the poems I wrote in 2015 [ © 2015 by shaye ]

hatin' life since '01

I dug my phone out of my pocket, shoving the white rectangular device to my ear, I groaned at the caller ID, but answered anyway. "You had better have a good reason for interrupting me on this lovely Californian afternoon," I spat annoyingly. A deep voice erupted from the other line of the phone, right before a hearty chuckle escaped from his mouth, "good to see you haven't changed, sis." "He hasn't seen me in four years and he thinks he knows a guy?" I say, laughing at my attempt to tease him. "Enough of the chitchat, get back to the point," I heard a deep voice that sent shivers right to my core in the otherwise silent background. I don't recognize the voice, but I could already tell he was probably the most compelling, sovereign individual you would meet. It only peeked my interest to see a face to match the intonation. I caught my brother clearing his throat, trying to act intimidating. "Listen, sis, I need a favor. My entire reputation and the Ferrari is depending on you. You need to come to New York," he says in such a menacing tone. No doubt wanting to show off to his friend. He thinks I'll just do it? With nothing in return for me? Why that son-of-a-bitch, literally, demands a favor? After he so recklessly gambled on me without my knowledge? He thinks that he is almighty and just because he got our parents corporation he calls the shots, just like that, and only to tell me that I need to do him a solid. "No," I say sternly, "and if you ever contact me again Beckham, I will-" "You don't have a choice here, "sis", you have no job, no house, but a mutt and a red Chevy named Callum. If you don't come willingly, well," he scoffs, the low raspy and angelic voice says, "I'll just have to come and get you, La Mia dolce," the voice that isn't my brother's whispers.

Penelope (Nellie) Mason has never robbed a grave before. She's never even thought about it, except here she is, knee deep in (her former best friend) Liam Callahan's crypt with Finn Jacoby (the not dead former best friend) completely prepared to steal Liam's ashes, all because of some stupid letter, and if at all possible, it feels way worse than it looks. Or In which three former best friends (two alive, one dead) road trip across the country to say goodbye and (re)discover all they've missed and what it means love each other.

Me and my best friends life time goals

do not hike or you will die if you hike actively I will pray for your soul please get better Jesus help the hikers

The twins had been inseparable since birth, until one fateful day that all changed. This is the untold story of Poot Lovato. (WARNING SOME GRAPHIC LANGUAGE)

A girl Named Sierra Kennedy who was left By the side of the road........ A Blood that wasn't meant to be Spilled Bloodshed Discalmier the Photos I use it not mine and This is my first time writing about Wolves. Hope you enjoy! Story By Thunderbolt_33 Email me Schejoan0138@hopkinsschools.org

NBA finals

"A girl identified as Alice Kandelle Steel was found dead in a forest 2 months ago". My best friend of a year and a few months ended our friendship a while ago. Yet I still wonder exactly what happened and how she truly did die.

Sky was an average teenaged boy... Except for the part he comes from a show biz family. It's not all that bad, really. His parents don't pressure him to do anything he doesn't want to do in the industry. The only problem is, he has to change schools a lot. Sky only has one friend that sticks, and that's Abigail (but if you call her that, you're done for.) What will happen to Sky during his third school as a Sophomore?

Just some random stuff I'd like to talk about and you can voice your opinion

If you guys have been wondering how people mostly spend their time, this is a story about Christopher's life and his love. Enjoy reading! :) -Sweetpopcorns

in which Mai will attempt to write 30 poems* ('pomes') in 30 days. *: no promises. may fail. may not always deliver poems lel.

going a whole summer living with the one boy you've hated since the 1st grade isn't all that easy.