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1. art of hatred*
   posted a quote
   April 3, 2013 10:10pm UTC
   DARKSIDE
   likeyerh
   ☠prologue☠
   My palms are sweating in anxiety and I feel like I'm going to hurl. I'm the last one up on Team B and Clara Smith is ready to throw the red rubber ball to my face. I can feel the rough pain rub against my face even though she hasn't made her move yet. Her rookies step back and snicker, ready to laugh. I hold back my sob and nod, closing my eyes. I'm saved though, because the bell rings. Clara drops her ball as Mr. Green blows his whistle and she stares at me, daggers shining in her fiery almost-black eyes. My life = over.
   Nobody else is in the change room but Clara and me. I wait in the shower, cold water running down my bare back. I'm nervous. I fiddle with my fingers as soap sprinkles down my legs, washing me down to a lemon and detergent smell. "Emily, get out from the shower. I know you're here. It's time for some punishment. You're so lucky that you were saved by the bell but this time it'll be worse." Clara threatens. I wrap my arms tighter around me, biting my lower lip in fear. Don't hurt her, a voice mumbles, echoes booming through the walls. I raise my head and I hear Clara's buff legs back to the door. I realize it because her back slams against the knob. "Stop pranking around, Emily. Come out from the shower, clothers or not. You're going to be beat." Clara's voice cracks though. I can hear her voice stuttering a bit. She's scared. This isn't some silly joke, Clara Michelle Francesca Smith. GET OUT OF THE CHANGE ROOM! the voice demands. It's a male's voice, it's rough and scratchy as if he hasn't spoken for months. I can tell he- its young, almost my age. Clara stumbles out of the change room and I turn the knob of the shower, peeking out.
   I see a boy, merely visible, looking at me with a smirk. "Looking good, Emily Carson. Fresh." he winks. I scream.
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   Yes, probably my FINAL ATTEMPT for a story. Other than that, I'll just stick to quotes and stuff. This one is mythological, unlike the usual 'reality with highschool and kidnapping and stuffs' story. This is something I'm going to try and I hope it really works. Thanks :]
   -likeyerh
   
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2. art of hatred*
   posted a quote
   March 23, 2013 11:42am UTC
   cant we just have a
   WITTY PROFILES APP
   
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3. art of hatred*
   posted a quote
   March 19, 2013 8:58pm UTC
   we don't need life education or social studies
   just play the sims
   
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4. art of hatred*
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   March 17, 2013 7:46pm UTC
   i still use the 'gimme gimme' song.
   do you?
   
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5. art of hatred*
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   March 17, 2013 7:09pm UTC
   me: *listening to justin bieber*
   me: *cranking up the volume*
   me: *searching on the web*
   dad (downstairs): AMELIA STOP SINGING.
   amelia: I'm not doing anything, dad.
   (not offending Bieber but this was two years ago with Baby)
   
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6. art of hatred*
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   March 16, 2013 10:20pm UTC
   LIGHTS
   likeyerh
   ✦prologue✦
   Look at it. An auditorium full of parents waiting to see their kid on stage, playing their instruments. It's nervewrecking, especially when a busy mom finally comes to watch her daughter play the saxophone-solo. My mother, Stella Williams, is going to hear me play the spring cermony solo. Stella Williams, fashion designer and model away from her studio, eyes glued on her daughter, phone tucked in her Coach purse, blonde hair swept away from her eyes. I, Skye Williams, am going to play infront of my mother, finally after five years of being in the band. Finally.
   -------------------------------------------------------------------
   It's weird for Skye Williams to have her busy mother attend a ceremony to hear her daughter. It's weird for Skye Williams to have her busy mother stare at her while she plays the solo. Skye Williams is feeling even more weird when her mother starts sticking with her, basically handcuffing her wrist to Skye's. Secrets and surprises lie for Skye, and lights will have to shine the path to let her know which door leads to which. If she can't see without the light; a torch, a flashlight, a candle, she has to meet her father, hang out with her mother, find the love of her life and risk social status to be the queen bee of the school, Christyne Adams. Will Skye survive? Or will she have to use a burning light to reach her goal?
   
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7. art of hatred*
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   March 16, 2013 9:47pm UTC
   Don't spend the rest of your life waiting for it to come.
   Make sure that your time isn't spared.
   Doesn't matter what you do,
   As long as you think it's right.
   not trying to influence anything wrong for your body or something. just thougth this was the right time to put it on, due to this new generation.
   
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8. art of hatred*
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   March 11, 2013 12:13am UTC
   ME: Yeah, go that way, uh! Yeah!
   MOM: Honey, what're you doing?
   *CAN'T HEAR HER*
   ME: C'mon, do that hard! Yeah, beat it! Oh yeah!
   MOM: What're you doing!?
   ME: Oh, do that good! Oh yeah!
   *MOM BARGES INTO ROOM AND CATCHES ME PLAYING POKEMON*
   MOM: What the--?!
   ME: Oh hi mom! I'm playin' Pokemon. Turtwig against Chimchar. That's really hard because-
   *MOM LEAVES ROOM*
   
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9. art of hatred*
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   March 9, 2013 11:56pm UTC
   your parents care if you and their friend's kid are in seperate rooms
   they don't give a d.a.m.n if you're in the same room on a computer
   or bad-mouthing each other or whatever.
   
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10. art of hatred*
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    March 6, 2013 10:56pm UTC
    The people who you hate the most,
    Will be the ones with your darkest secrets, your life,
    Because you trust them even more,
    Than your bestfriend.
    
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11. art of hatred*
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    March 5, 2013 11:38pm UTC
    i want to have magical powers
    like the x-men
    but then again, when i think of pokemon, i want one of those little cute thingies like Piplup or something
    and then i think of like, Harry Potter and write a letter to my family saying that i am adopted and stuff and Dumbledore hasn't come yet because he hasn't noticed me because i have a really strong mental shield like Bella
    and then i want to be a guy-magnet like bella and can see the future like alice and be really fast and not hate humans so im a 'vegetarian'
    but then instead of having some magical power i want a unicorn
    then i'm like 'whoa' because i want to be like a fairy and a mermaid and stuff
    sigh i wish someone could have powers like Rogue to drain my imagination and creativity and stuffs
    
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12. art of hatred*
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    March 3, 2013 12:02am UTC
    UNDEFINED
    likeyerh
    Taylor
    I feel so sick. There are about another fifteen girls ready to try out, and Christyne doesn't look impressed with me, because I almost kissed her boyfriend. I think my routine is better in my head, and I seriously just want to run back home. Let's hope this doesn't go wrong though. Let's hope.
    Skye
    She's in the crowd. Mom. Her phone is away from her face, blonde hair swept dramatically at the side of her cheekbones. I bite my reed harder and watch the composer, Mr. Yamada, bring his baton up, and we all rise our instruments. I feel lasagna come up my throat. No, don't let this happen now!
    Hailey
    "You're really, really pretty." Matt whispers to me. I try to move back, but he pulls me in. We sit in a meadow on a picnic blanket and are really close to eachother. Matt tucks a strand of loose hair behind my ear and leans in for a kiss. "What're you doing?" Grace yells over a hill. This can't happen.
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    Just some perspectives of a new story. I admit that I've been creating too many stories and not finishing them, but I want to keep this one and finish it. Or at least try to, hehe.
    Thanks. Fave, Comment, Follow, w/e.
    -LIKEYERH
    
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13. art of hatred*
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    March 2, 2013 11:40pm UTC
    When I ask my mom to make me food and she tells me to make it myself,
    "Nevermind, Mum. I feel much more full!"
    
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14. art of hatred*
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    March 2, 2013 11:36pm UTC
    ME: This... this relationship isn't working out.
    ME: I know, I know it's hard.
    ME: Take it in, kid.
    ME: It's not you, it's me.
    ME: I just fell inlove with you so hard, I have to take you in.
    ME: This is the last time we'll see eachother. Just remember, I love you.
    TUB OF ICECREAM:
    ME(scooping and eating): Nom nom nom nom!
    
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15. art of hatred*
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    February 18, 2013 4:37pm UTC
    FEEL THE BEAT
    likeyerh
    [What The Hell - Avril Lavigne]
    ♪ one ♪
    I slip into the perfect top and skirt I've been savoring for months, for the perfect moment. And this is it. After brushing my blonde hair, I apply a thick coat of Strawberry-Sass. I then run down the steps to get my vest, and kiss my mum goodbye. "I'll see you at like.." I pause. Eleven my mum would say no. Ten would make me seem like a geek. "Ten-thirty!" my mum and I say at the same time. I kiss mom on the forehead and open the front door. "Where's Jenn going?" Tristan asks. I snicker when mom replies and jog down the street.
    --
    "Looking good, Cross!" someone calls out when I enter Nellie Dawson's house. I nod at a buff jock who stares at my thighs and giggle. Whipping my blonde hair out of my face, I walk towards a group of girls, also known as Ivy, Emma and Grace. They wink at me and point at Chase. I smile. "You guys look amazing!" I compliment, when the music starts blaring from speakers in the living room. "We're going to start KAREOKE!" Nellie says in the microphone. The crowd cheers and we all crowd around the small stage set up in the middle of the den. "Who wants to step up first?" she asks. No one raises their hands. Ivy nudges me and I think. I want to be remembered. "Me." I say loudly, and I step up on the stage. Some guys whistle. "Are you sure, Jenn? This songs hard. For baddies." Nellie says. I roll my eyes and grab the mic from her hands.
    "Bring it on." I scream into the microphone, and watch the lyrics appear on the screen.
    ---
    Two chapters in one day for no reason.
    
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16. art of hatred*
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    February 18, 2013 2:25pm UTC
    When LIFE
    gives you
    2 straws
    &
    1 can of pop
    share it with your cat.
    -foreveralone
    
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17. art of hatred*
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    February 18, 2013 2:20pm UTC
    FEEL THE BEAT
    likeyerh
    [C'mon - Ke$ha]
    ♪ prologue ♪
    "Please, can I go to that party?" I beg my mum. She's young, but looks like she's twenty years older than me. Stressful, without a father, and having three kids. More of triplets, exactly. Mom wipes sweat from her forehead and takes a deep breath. "Okay, but I know you shouldn't be going. You have homework." I roll my eyes, thank her, and run upstairs to get ready.
    I want to be a bad girl. I'm the 'genius' of the family and my mom thinks I'll fix up this whole 'family wars' and get a good job, yada yada blah. I seriously just want to 'fix' my portrait. From straight, to crooked. I want to be Nellie Dawson, the most popular girl in eleventh grade. I'm moving, so I can start a new life.
    But music is the only thing that's holding me back from being a bad girl.
    --
    I know it sucks xD but I'm trying to get ideass
    
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18. art of hatred*
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    February 18, 2013 1:43pm UTC
    Finally, I have decided (after like a week of thinking)
    I should make a story that involves music.
    First, because I love music.
    So every chapter needs a song.
    As you read, you listen to the music.
    It might end before you finish the chapter, but whatever.
    Gets the emotion in you!
    And this story,
    starts after I post this quote.
    lawl. k.
    
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19. art of hatred*
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    February 14, 2013 9:30pm UTC
    chocolate butterflies
    short story
    "Ha, classic!" I laugh as I read a pun from Kyle's phone. I pass his back his phone and lean closer to him as we walk down the sidewalk of the park. I take a sip of my hot chocolate and stare down at the sunset. "Isn't it gorgeous?" I smile. A mix of violets, oranges and pinks blare in my eyes. I lick my lips and Kyle wraps his arm around me and brings me to a bench. "Celia, I have to tell you something." he says as he slides onto the bench next to me. "What?" I say, fixing my pink gloves. He leans towards me and removes a small box wrapped in a pink ribbon, with elaborate details of a golden leaf in autumn. "The box is already leaving me swooning." I giggle, pulling myself closer to him. I carefully unwrap the bow and open the lid, revealing a white chocolate butterfly. "What's this?" I breathe, squealing under my breath. "It's the butterfly we caught at Camp Jickawee when we were twelve." Kyle says slowly, sending a kiss to the cheek. I catch him by the jaw with my hands and kiss him again. "I love it." I whisper, my lips inches away from his.
    And we watch the sun set.
    [AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi, I have decided to make short stories. Hope you liked it.]
    
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20. art of hatred*
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    February 14, 2013 7:13pm UTC
    okay so i admitted to my boyfriend that i was cheating on him...
    i'm sorry icecream but i fell inlove with mac & cheese
    
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