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The child curled up, tightening her grip on the checkered blue and white quilt. She shifted; eyes closed so tightly the wrinkles stood out at the corners.  She ground her teeth and shivered in what should have been an innocent child-like sleeps. “Mommy!” She cried softly, unwaking from tortured slumber. The young boy huddled in the corner of his room, whites of his eyes glowing with fear. His teeth chattered and his face was twisted into an awful grimace. His fingernails dug deep into his arms, stopping just short of drawing blood, and he shook back and forth violently. Nonsensical muttering spewed from his mouth. The girl tos

If someone asked you what a spirit was you would probably say something that associated with death. or the soul. but really. a spirit is a highly intelligent being of the earth. there are many different kinds each of a different part of nature. there are many of them going from Forest Spirits to Fire Spirits. each of them have special power attributing to their part of the earth. now i could go on all day about the different spirits and their powers but this story really does need to get going. and this story is not a history of spirits, nor is it a textbook for the explanation of spirits created to bore you to sleep. no. this is a story of a

"We have gotten Him angry. Now we shall pay." My grand mother muttered staring at the red orange sky. I admit, it did look kind of creepy. But I had gotten used to it. after all, it had been that way for 3 months now. Ever since Germany had dropped the nuke on Iraq everyone was suffering. First the sky had turned green, than red, and now red orange. it was scary. but that wasn't all. Now in 3012, a humongous drought had hit the U.S. (we were currently on water rationing.) a heat wave was slowly growing in Russia (more wild fires than ever ) , Iraq and the countries around it were pretty much wiped off the map, the whole world was running out

I remember the first time I saw Irina Winters. I was fifteen and full of life and hope. that particular day I was walking down the street to Rich's house when I first noticed her. She was nothing special. A petite girl with long, silky looking brown hair and big, light brown eyes. From that first moment. I knew she was special. Don't ask me how. But for some reason, I felt a strange attachment to the new girl. When I found out she would be in my grade at my school, I decided that god had had to have something to do with this. Through the years Irina and I grew to be close friends. She was beautiful, smart, funny and wonderful to be around. N

Write me a song, To listen to when you're gone. Blow me a kiss, So I can make a wish. Show me your dreams, And I'll never leave, Hold me tight till the end. Love me at night, And do it right, Love is a lie told to oft. When you whisper, Forbidden words, Make sure they are the truth, Do you hear? The wind in the trees, Every day as it pleases, Shaking branches back and forth. A storm be a'brewing, For pleasurable viewing, Look out of your window and see. A human heart beats, A steady pace needs, Rest and relaxation galore. Allow yourself breaks, Put yourself at stake, For love demands sacrifice too. A powerful anger