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I lost my hearing a while ago. SO how was I suppossed to know that she was caling for my help. She was dying in bed and I couldn’t even hear her, I couldn’t save her. It is my fault she is gone. All my fault.

» Posted By The Third On 05.04.2012 @ 6:27 am


I have a poster. It is not of a celebrity, nor anyone else you might know. I painted it myself. It is a poster of my love. It is the last thing that I have left of him.

Do not be alarmed, this is fiction. :D

» Posted By The Third On 04.26.2012 @ 5:48 pm


He isn’t super strong. He doesn’t have tons of muscles (though there is some). He is super handsome, in his own way. He is even more handsome on the inside. Though all of these things are true, he is still my gladiator.

» Posted By The Third On 04.26.2012 @ 8:16 am

He is a gladiator. I am simple. He is strong. I am weak. Why do I love him? Because he is, and will always be my gladiator.

» Posted By The Third On 04.26.2012 @ 6:58 am


His lips were chapped from the cold, his small body shivered. Him and his sister were alone in the blizzard. They walked in circles trying to get home. He had to stay strong. Though he was only five, he knew what would happen if they stopped walking, or if they didn’t get to shelter in time. They would freeze. He had to stay strong for his big sister. She would die inside if he died. But he couldn’t take anything more. He dropped to the ground, every part of his body frozen. His sister tried to wake him but to no avail. The next morning, the boy and his sister were found dead, three yards away from their house. The little boy was inside his sister’s arms.
I admit, I took 2 minutes to write this. :| *Embaressed SMile* *An even more embaressd smile because I don’t know how to spell embaressed.*

» Posted By The Third On 04.24.2012 @ 12:39 pm


Even though it felt like our faces were being bitten by the cold, we continued. We would not freeze to death in this snow storm. My little sister and I walked as fast as we can, not knowing where we were going but knowing that if we stopped, we would freeze to death. Suddenly my sister fell and I had to pick her up. “Please God,” I thought to myself, “We need a miracle.”
Suddenly, I saw a light.

» Posted By The Third On 04.12.2012 @ 9:18 am


Willful. I have been called that before. Willful. I don’t see it.

» Posted By The Third On 04.06.2012 @ 5:38 am

I am a willful person. I will do anything. Tell me to do something and I will do the opposite. My mother told me not to trade myself for my sister’s freedom. I did anyways. Now she is free. Now I am trapped in a cold, dark, underground cell. But she is free. That is all that matters.

» Posted By The Third On 04.06.2012 @ 5:27 am

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