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            The Monster Called Pain               The three of them were crying as they went running as fast as they could to Natalyia’s house but were stopped by the three guys. Mercer was on the ground pavement all bloodied, the third guy stood in front of the girls and the other two guys stood behind them.    “N-n-no. P-ple-a-se.” said Mercer in a soft, quiet weakened tone    “What’s the matter now?” said the first guy    “Did we make you cry.” said the second guy teasingly    “No, please leave us alone.” said Natalyia still shedding tears    “Why are you doing this.&

The Monster Called Pain    There once was a boy, he was quiet, he barely spoke. He only spoke to the teachers when he was told to and he also spoke to his close friends, friends he really trusts. He was not popular but he was known but at times his classmates ignored him, as if he was a ghost. He barely had friends in his classes so that is why he always worked alone, even when others offered to work with him. No one messed with him and he didn’t mess around with anyone. He was a smart creative boy with big plans for his future, he wouldn’t give up and he worked his way around things. He is a 18 year old boy with short black flip

The lock box    It was four of us, we were all trying to out win each other and we ended up doing dumb things. How we often have nostalgic times like those almost every day, which I will never forget. There was this one time we were playing hide and seek tag and we got bored of our usual playing area so we took it up a notch. There was this one abandoned house very close to our neighborhood and it only took like 10 minutes to get there. We all got side tracked and decided to search the place for anything that seemed interesting to us.    The exterior was in very good shape but the inside was crumbling, it had two stories with a set of broke

What is this? Is it depression? Loneliness I really don't know anymore It eats at you It hurts you I hate feeling sad I hate feeling that something is missing Some excitement perhaps? And worst of all I hate feeling down for no fucking reason Enough already! Get me out! Now! There are many things to cure certain problems but Anything you do won't last forever with this disease It keeps coming back All we can do is only hope

The world itself is not messed up It is the humans who inhabit it In which they destroy everything they touch Wildlife Nature Prized possessions Bonds Loved ones Even their own kind They have no limits They are unpredictable They are their own destructive force That sometimes end themselves Their reasons are unknown Some do it for power For money For fame For popularity But some times they do it for their own sick pleasure Nothing is off limits to them And will stop at nothing to get what they want Once their doom and wipes them out will peace finally be achieved

In the end no one came to his funeral His death was the best thing that happened to his family But the only good thing he has done in his life was have a very short talk with his son saying "Son do not become like me" Before claiming his own life

I wake up to silence My thoughts open up to many opportunities In which I next think about my day and what I might do The thought of what will happen throughout my day scares me Many times I am to myself thinking the good that might happen to me The next I am scared about my future Do you know what is the best part of my life right now? Do you?! I get to wait through five to six long boring days of me being a failure Then happiness comes but it quickly gets boring again and it leaves At times an exciting event comes up and leaves me in temporary happiness But nothing lasts forever Everything has an end to it There has to be because it's an

    It starts out with my brother and I going to a foreign country for a relaxing vacation. After we settled in for an hour some guards found us saying that they messed up on something. We went with them but we got knocked out, when we woke up there were dark rags on our heads. After some minutes we got out of the vehicle the rags on our heads got lifted, we saw a military prison of some sort. I asked where we were and a guard got a map and pointed to what I thought was the outskirts of North Korea.    Within the prison we were taken to section for kids and teens of all sorts with different backgrounds. The officials there interrogated my br

    Towards the end of World War 2 the Germans wanted to make better soldiers, to strengthen them so they can win the war. A laid back female journalist wanted to get the biggest scoop of her career and it all changed when she heard about a certain place. She secretly and discretely gathered information about the place that almost cost her her life. In the information she gathered it told of a way to maximize a soldier's strength to where they are unstoppable. With many hardships and troubles she located a secret underground base where all war experiments occurred.    It was like any other base with information, projects, training of soldier

My tears blend in with the rain I try to scream but I can't I walk aimlessly trying to find something An answer perhaps? But I am left with sadness and a bit of anger That soon leaves me hurt in pain again That will soon break my body down Until I am forgotten about Vanished as if I never existed