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October 2nd, 2011 | 530 Entries

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  1. The edge is so cool it means there is a rigid end in a corner like saying there a edge in a circle when therereally isnt an an an an an an an an an an an an an an an an an an an an an an an an an an an an an na na an an an an an an an an an anan an an an an an an an an an an an an an an an an anan an an an an an an an an an an an an an an an an an an an an an an an an an an an n an an an an an an an an an an an an an an anan an an an an anan an a anan an an an an an an an an an an anan an an an aan an an an an an an an na an na na an an an an an an an an an an an an an an an an an an an anaa ana ana ana an an an an an an an an an an an n a

    By Eian on 10.03.2011

  2. I am standing on the edge of the world. I can see right and wrong. I can see what I want… but it is out of reach. I crave to jump to chase what I want, but how do I know I will survive the leap?

    By Maddi on 10.03.2011

  3. the edge is the end where you’ll fall and then you don’t know what’s next. it could be a black hole or complete freedom or maybe you’ll fly but you don’t know until you go off of it.

    By shanley on 10.03.2011

  4. the girl was on edge after being ran over so she jumped really high when i touched her on her shoulder. hahahahahahahahahahahhahhhaahahhahahhahahhaahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahhahhahahahhahahahahahahahahah oh my gosh lalalalalalalalalalalalallallalalala snoopy blablablablablablablalbalbalabslablablbalbalblbalbalbalbalbabbalbdooodooolloooosjjjj

    By Brittani Lewing on 10.03.2011

  5. I WROTE ABOUT THIS YESTER4DAY. and it didn’t save. but i’m hoping not to repeat myself. let’s jump. hand in hand. together. forever-that way when we reach the bottom we’ll be pushed and smashed together. forced-but it was our choice. let’s go. no second guessing. if you love, then you’ll be loved in return-i don’t want to leave you.so let’s be together.

    By Mi Chiamano Alex URL on 10.03.2011

  6. the edge over the edge over again into the void below, beneath the surface, bubbles rising silvery bubbles shimmering as they near the surface and pop spitting stars into the black sky above. diamonds. deamons. twinkling in the sky.

    By havingsaidthat URL on 10.03.2011

  7. I’m sitting on the edge of my seat. Should I stay or should I go? I can’t decide. If I go, things will change forever. If I stay, nothing will change forever. Dang. Tough decision. In the meantime, I sit on the edge of my seat.

    By Lemonshell URL on 10.03.2011

  8. He stood on the edge, looking down to the destroyed landscape below. Water lapped up to the second floor, the usual flow of debris slamming into the wall with every wave. He’d never left the safety of the building, never gone to the Outside, but with the New Ones intruding and attacking the small group, he knew that soon he would have no choice.

    By SpSquirrel URL on 10.03.2011

  9. The cliff crumbled a bit around my feet into the ocean.
    I looked behind me fearfully. Then turned to the ocean in front.
    I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Then I fell forward.
    Through the air. My hair flew above me. The wind flew past my ears.
    Flew.
    Flew.
    Flying. I was flying How had I not hit the water et.
    But no I would;t open my eyes.And I kept going.
    And going. Finally my eye peeked open. The ocean was right bellow me and I was hurtling….alongside it.
    Truly. Iw as flying. My eyes became wide with shock. No, no I….
    I looked above me.
    And there. On my back were two long huge white wings.
    They flapped slwoly, stongly, seadily. Oh. Oh my god.

    How did this Happen??!!
    I was human. He had let me breathe underwater but…but what was this?
    My eyes searched widely for a place to land. There a cliff face.

    I flew over and landed wobbly on the edge.
    I fell to my knees breathing heavily.
    What was wrong with me, I had flown countless times before.
    But never alone. Never under my own power.
    my hand was shaking as I reached back towards the wings. I touched a feather and recoiled.
    It was so soft.
    I reached back again and this time followed the edges of the feather to where it met my back. There were two holes ripped into my shirt. And there growing out of my back were the edges of two wings. Two wings.
    Oh my gods.
    I had grown wings.

    By Elizabeth Tempest URL on 10.03.2011

  10. As he sat on the edge of his seat waiting, for what seemed like years, and years till the play would start. For since the day had come he was ready for it to end.

    By Ella on 10.03.2011