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art of hatred*
posted a quote
April 23, 2013 9:21pm UTC

am i supposed to care?
or do you just want me to listen?
there's a difference.

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April 4, 2013 9:28pm UTC

DARKSIDE
likeyerh
NOTE: I had to redo the prologue because it was covered due to a swear word and I didn't even have vulgar language in it. Oh well. To those of you who read the original, I've changed it a bit. Thanks for taking time though. :]
~ prologue ~
Shadows dance on the walls of my bedroom. I dig myself further into the blankets, hugging my arms. Goosebumps sprawl across my skin as I shiver. You're scared of a shadow of a tree on the wall. Pathetic. I curl myself into a ball, trying to ignore the voice. "Show yourself." I finally manage to speak. I've been listening to this voice rant on my life. It's not a shadow of a tree. I know it's a shadow of him. Why don't you show yourself? Just turn on the light and you'll see me, but of course you're too scared to. from the tone of his voice, I realize he's rolling his eyes - if he has any. I bite my lower lip, teeth gently sinking in slowly. If you don't come out of your little shell, I will break it for you. he laughs. I close my eyes, rolling to the left side of my bed and stretching my hand out. I click my lamp's switch on after a few minutes of feeling. I can't open my eyes. I'm pulling the covers. he adds. I tug my blanket closer to me, but he yanks it from my reach and I'm bare. My tank is too loose to give me warmth and duck shorts aren't the best insulator. I finally open my eyes and I see a boy, about my age, staring at me. He wears a biker's jacket and skinny, worn-out jeans. Aren't you beautiful? he grins, bending down to bring my chin to his. I shift slightly but he inches closer. I jab my fist at his face and he falls back. "Aren't you a fighter? I like girls like that, Emily Carson." his raspy voice changes into a handsome, low one.
"Who are you?" I ask.
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Might be my FINAL ATTEMPT for a story because I'm less inspired but I really hope this one works. The original idea was a good one but hard to grip and keep the same format. So I kept it more brief and less complex. And so on, I hope you like this prologue. I spent like two hours trying to edit this and keep it simple. An hour on the original idea and an hour on this. Kay. Thanks.
TEASER: I hug his waist a bit more firmly, digging my head into his back.

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art of hatred*
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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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art of hatred*
posted a quote
March 23, 2013 11:42am UTC

cant we just have a
WITTY PROFILES APP

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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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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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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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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.
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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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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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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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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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art of hatred*
posted a quote
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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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.
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"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.
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Two chapters in one day for no reason.

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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.
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I know it sucks xD but I'm trying to get ideass

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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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art of hatred*
posted a quote
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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art of hatred*
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February 9, 2013 4:57pm UTC

*me, scrolling through the quotes*
me: so many quotes about love and valentine's day!
*continues to talk to my teddybear*
-forever alone-

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art of hatred*
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February 8, 2013 12:41pm UTC

FULL LIPS
LIKEYERH
♥two♥
I couldn't believe it. Harry Styles, my old friend, just kissed me. I barely knew him; I knew the other guys more than him. He blew us off all the time. I held on for a second, because I've never been kissed before. I quickly feel his taste buds then I push him off of me and Niall bursts out laughing. Zayn falls ontop of him on the couch, and Blaire falls ontop of Zayn. I dragged Harry into my empty bedroom and he pulled me closer. "Stop it! I barely know you, and why are you-" he hushed me and kissed me again. I kick him his shin and he lets go of me.
"Brooke!" Harry screams.
I run out of the room and feel tears streaming from my eyes.
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"Bye, Zayn." Blaire twirls a strand of her blonde hair with her finger. Harry, Niall, Louis and Liam follow him out. "YOU'RE CRAZY! IF HARRY STYLES KISSES YOU, YOU KISS HIM BACK!" Blaire shuts the door.
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~HARRY'S POV~
It's was all part of a dare that Niall gave me. "You're serious, Niall? I don't know anything about Brooke, though. The last time we met was..." I started counting with my fingers.
I did the dare. I ran up to Brooke and kissed her, for a long while. Her lips were covered in a cinnamon flavour. I hugged Brooke and shoved my tongue in her mouth, waiting for her to push me off. One, two, three, four... I continue counting. Her lips were full and were puckered up. But for some reason, she held on, as if she liked it. I pull her closer to me, but then she finally pushes me away. Score.
I really like her now, as we get out of the taxi cab. I don't know why. But I felt a crazy spark explode in my head.
"I'm calling Brooke and Blaire for dinner." I finally say.
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oo lala.

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art of hatred*
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February 3, 2013 11:38am UTC

FULL LIPS
LIKEYERH
♥one♥
"Blaire, move your bag just a bit, please." I nudge her backpack, and she slides it to her other side. I put my earbuds back into my ears and play the movie.
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"Wake up, Brooke. We're here!" Blaire shakes my shoulder, and I blink thrice. Stretching with an additional yawn, I unbuckle my seatbelt to get my bag at the top of the shelf. "Aren't you excited?" Blaire asks, staring at my stomach as I tiptoe to remove my purse and duffel bag. "Totally stoked." I say, licking my lips to taste the cinnamon flavor from my gum. Blaire giggles excitedly and we shuffle to the front of the plane, waiting to get out.
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I wave my hand in the air as Blaire whistles for a taxi. Looking at my slip of paper, I step into the car that my sister has hailed. "Where to?" the driver asks. I give the slip to Blaire and she reads the address. We are then whisked to a downtown flat.
"Gorgeous landscaping." I admire, as I roll my luggage down the pathway, glaring at all the daisies and tulips growing along the small rock garden at the front of the building. I open the door and get in, after Blaire. All I hear is screaming from girls though. And I look up, to see One Direction in the middle of the crowd, signing autographs. "Oh. My. Gosh." Blaire screams, and drops her luggage. She runs up to the boys and pushes through the squealing fangirls to hug Zayn. I slap my face with my palm, pushing it hard, trying to avoid eyesight with my old friends. "Brooke!" Blaire calls out with the boys, and every fangirl turns to see me. They roll their eyes and continue screaming, attention towards the boys and my sister. I storm off to the front desk, to sign in.
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"You're so.. alternative." Blaire cries, while unpacking the boxes that were just recently sent yesterday. I unfold the couch and lay my pillow and blanket. "Whatever. I just don't want to be seen with them!" I scream. A knock on the door appears and I unlatch the lock, opening it to see the boys.
"Hello, love." Harry greets me, and wraps me in his arms with a kiss.
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bit long, sorry guys. fave, comment, etc. see you!
-likeyerh

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art of hatred*
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February 2, 2013 10:14pm UTC

FULL LIPS
LIKEYERH
♥prologue♥
Lying in the warm sand, the sun tickles my skin as it blares brightly underneath my eyelids. I smile and sit up from my spot, shaking the sand from my blonde curls. I shake Blaire, who lies next to me. "The sun's setting. Let's make a wish." I say, as Blaire stretches from her spot and stares at the sky. "It's beautiful." she mumbles, smiling. I shrug and close my eyes, making a wish. I want my dream guy to come tomorrow, when we move to London. I open my eyes, and see Blaire walking back to the beach house, towel being dragged along. "C'mon!" she yells, laughing. I scurry along, running to her side.
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Hey guys, this is Bethh, and I'm really excited to start this story, because I got this amazing idea after being inspired by some amazing Wittians. Anyways, I hope you guys liked this prologue, and I will notify. Please comment, fave, and give constructive feedback. I think this is the BEST prologue I've ever done. Enjoy it, whlie it lasts.
-beth, likeyerh

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