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Trinity: Her Story Li Nakamora Chapter 1                  Trinity Collins was a wreck. Not only that, but was rather lost in words. Never had she anything to say, maybe even think. It all came to a conclusion that she had no specific desire. Painted with mysteriousness, were questions filled with even more of a mystery.                                     It was a fact, that someone

            Talking about me, laughing about me, writing about me, It's suicide.            Haunting me, tricking me, cracking jokes about me, It's death.            Never ever do they understand, why bullying should be banned.            Kicking me, punching me, killing me, it's hell.            Holding back all my words, if I don't I'm this closed to getting burned.            Crying in my closet with the door shut, if I come out they'll kick my butt.            Pulling my hair and biting my nails, Banging my head against the rail.            Watching the ground from the roof, If I die this is proof.            Proof of all

                  Looking for a small blue stone, there I stand all alone.                  Searching, digging, bleeding too, I just don't know what to do.                  A gift from mom can not be lost, Or else she'll say "That will cost."                  A precious gift so beautiful, Since it's lost, that's so awful.                  There I spot a glittering rock, But I pick it up its just green snot.                  "Ew!" I scream and flick it away, that's not cool, what a day.                   Should I sleep or should I stay? I won't make progress either way.                   I turn around and see seven paths, I just

Gemini's Death By AriannaMiku Chapter 1,        I widened my eyes, and noticed that it was finally morning. I tumbled out of bed and laid there until I was ready to get up. I stood up and stretched out my arms. I let out a huge, long sigh, and sat down on my bed. I looked outside the window and admired it.        The sky stretched until I could look no farther, and the sun was so bright if I looked directly at it, I would be blinded. Across the street, was our neighbors house. The water fountain gushed with water. It seemed to slip freely through the air, it was dazzling, just like my mom. My mom was so beautiful, and loving, but in the

Gemini's Death By: AriannaMiku Prologue,       I was a child that always stood out in my family. I was the only child who was different. Everyone was normal, normal colored hair, and eyes. But I, I was something different. I was born with white eyes and Jet black hair. " What the hell is wrong with you?" That's what I would have to hear everyday. I would never laugh or play with the other children. And my name was Gemini.        I was considered weird, odd, dumb, whatever you think would seem hurtful. To mum, I was considered sweet, loving, the best child she could ever had. But she was lying. During my eighteenth birthday I overheard m

Wanting to out do others. Pride's pure and hateful smother. Pride, what fills my soul and makes me sin. It never wanted me to win. Others with amazing talent. They share their work with upmost gallant. Only to be looked upon with envy. By the hateful part of me. Emotions swelling deep inside. What you do makes me decide. "Should I out do them today?" "Should I fill their lives with dismay?" I have a devil inside even if it starts out subtly. Eating away at what I was with gluttony. My life has never been that bad. What is making me so mad? What is filling me with such wrath? Why can't my brain just do the math? I'm not a g

  A candle full of inspiration can blow out. Is it because the air is to strong? Is my heart flooded by that lake. That lake that calls out to me "Do not be deceived!" By what what exactly, the inspiration the screams out to me?   I blow as hard as I can to make the whistle screech loudly, but no use because my head is being controlled by that call "Do not be deceived." As I lay on the ground thinking "What will happen to me if I don't listen to thee,"    " I'm not the best person you will meet, neither the worst. I am here and there, more or less. I'm and just me. That's whats important." Shall I say these words to stop the dreadful lake

  For Hana             Friendship is a string that ties us together             It loops into a knot thats shows our strentgh             The knot tightens for every smile you flash             You may not be my only friend, but your the dearest             I  may not give the best advice, but I give the fullest    &#