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Camp Half-Blood was in a frenzy. Demigods were running around half-dressed in armor. In the midst of the chaos stood two girls. One had long pink hair with dark blue tips. Her blue eyes stared deep into the brown eyes of her dirty blonde haired lover. "Are you sure you want to stay here?" the brown eyed girl asked. "Are you sure you don't want to stay here?" the blue eyed girl countered. "Touche, Fairy." "Oh my darling Ariana, my precious Songbird, I don't want you to go," Fairy sighed. Ariana smiled, taking her face in her hands. "Don't worry, babe. I'll be fine." She was trying to be reassuring, but Fairy couldn't shake the feeling

I need... A story to write Something to be Something to define A name A face A way to live A song to sing A tune to hum Someone to love Arms to embrace with A body to hold To be loved back You

One of Us Ever found yourself walking with your head hung low, just so you don't have to make eye contact with anyone?  What about looking at the same tables that you always look at when it's lunch time?  Have you ever found yourself glancing up from time to time so you can see if someone's looking at you?  Did you ever stop to think how nice it would be to hide in the shadows or hide in the crowds?  Ever found yourself waiting for somebody to come, but they don't?  Finally, ever found yourself wishing you weren't out-of-the-loop?  If you answered 'yes' to one or more of these questions, you're probably one of us.  Before you ask, the 'us' I

Kira Sprakle rooms with two boys named Ace and Ray.  She's just one kid  out of a whole group of kids that were "chosen" to be "test subjects".  The scientists are trying to see how long the kids can last before snapping and going insane.  When that happens, the scientists take the newly broken kid and stick them in this weird cloning machine that, of course, makes a copy of the person.  The only problem is, the clone is like the person's split personality.  Whenever that person snaps, their clone dissolves into their body and their eyes glow a little, but stay the same color.  To unsnap, the person must either somehow calm down, or kill some

I jumped slightly, but decided not to turn around.  Instead, I took my gaze off of the table (I had no lunch) and stole a glance at Shelby's babyish face, trying not to laugh at her expression.  Her face was scrunched up in what could only be described as a look of utter annoyance.  The way her eyes crinkled up made her freckles look smooshed together. "Phoenix…" she groaned, her forest eyes filled with distaste.  This time, I looked back, not at all surprised to find the guy from before who had (wrongly!) accused me of being the person that had the special ability.  That asshole. He di

Why does it hurt when I see Haruda-sempai in someone else's arms, even if it's just one of her friends? Why does it hurt when I see her with some random guy? Why does it hurt when I just bump into her in the hall? Why does it hurt when I think of saying 'I love you so much' to her? But more importantly, why doesn't it hurt when I fall asleep and dream of her?

I'm a tainted beauty,     or so I think. Inside of my head are things no one should think,     thoughts so scary there's no forgetting about them. They're filled with blood, hate, and death,     but the deeper you go, the brighter they become.