sounds like. Here i am writing in this diary‚ letting all my emotions and expressions out‚ it was the only thing i ever told my story to. I cut every night‚ my blood gushes out like a tap all over my clothes. I feel so depressed‚ rejected‚ betrayed i just wish my life was over‚ and tonight i will end it‚ im going to sleep and never wake up. Im going to write my story and i wish god will forgive me.. It was a friday night‚ usually on friday nights all family members would have to stay home‚ thats
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Rain. An unusual occurrence for San Diego‚ somewhat of a “glitch in the system.” The weather may have been warm‚ but the sky told a different story. It spoke with a dreary‚ gray tone‚ swallowing up the sunshine that regularly enlightened the sky each day. The rain pelting to the ground was more foreign than the absence of the sun. I had never encountered rain during my past commutes‚ so this weather brought with it‚ an important learning experience. The heavens opened up and poured out its tears
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It might have been five or six‚ and we were much closer to the top of the mountain than the bottom. I turned a corner‚ eyes set dead ahead to avoid acknowledging the rather large disparity in height between myself and sea level. I looked down and to the left. There was a rattlesnake‚ more specifically‚ a Great Basin Rattlesnake. They’re venomous. I stopped dead in my tracks‚ I was not going anywhere near that thing. I was the only one who had seen the
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Though‚ Castiel had never seen the man reading a book‚ it was odd to say the least; coming to a place made for books but not read a book. Castiel didn’t think much about the issue‚ he was usually daydreaming about how it would feel to touch that honey like hair or how it would be the man’s reaction if he ever caught him staring. Castiel presumed that the man only accompanied someone to the library and was always waiting for them to comeback‚ and Castiel never stuck around to see who it may be. Perhaps
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When reflecting on the day and then writing this story‚ I discovered that although we were together as a family for the entire day‚ at the same time‚ we were separated by an invisible wall created by technology that took us away from being in the moment with each other. This was the exact message my dad was trying to get across in his hour-long lecture. I won’t give the exact play by play of his entire lecture‚ but it started out as him telling me how “bratty” and selfish I had been toward the family
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where I was. When she finally stop talking to catch her breath I told her I was coming home. I went down the slide and walked towards my car. As I drove home I passed by the same bridge and remembered about being in conflict with my emotion doing that short time. But just like before I forgot all about it once I passed under it. When I finally walked inside the house which was greeted by yelling from my mother‚ I had an
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Jumping up and down the little girl laughed her light brown hair swing from side to side in sink with her white fluffy dress. the little girl giggled as large hands reached down and picked her up “You have gotten so big!” a man said that looked very similar to her “Daddy i’m flying!” the little girl said with excitement reaching her arms out in front of her making a superman pose “And here comes super Grace!” the man says laughing as he spins her around “Now no need to be rough with her jack.” a
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The Day in a Life of a Leprechaun A Carson Wagoner and Hudson Harreld Production There once was a little‚ sneaky‚ leprechaun named cela. He was very selfish and stole all the gold he could get his hands on. He was very 1.)Idio with his 2.)erythro hair and 3.)cyan eyes. Cela the leprechaun looked very handsome in his 4.)chlor suit‚ his wife Emily would agree. The 5.)fils on his suit were perfectly stitched near his 6.)enter. Cela had no idea what he was getting himself into. Cela was very nervous
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formulated‚ grazing the grade 1 seven stripes that were sewn on. Stripes of courage‚ rank and acknowledgement. *** My father slowly wiped down the Lee-Enfield while I filled up the metal canteen. “Father‚ is it going to hurt the rabbit?” He let out a short laughter‚ finished with a smirk and a smile offering me to polish the .303 that he was wiping. “Come on son‚ if you have a mind as weak as that‚ you won’t make it past a private.” *** Taking a sip from the warm scented cup‚ the cross dangled down
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We all gave out a collective groan as we came out of the portal. As I stood a wave of nausea hit me. I bent over and vomited in a metal bucket that came through with the barn. I could see others doing the same thing off to the side. The barn transported us to the area shown in The Folder. A beautiful blue stream snaked through the lush‚ vibrant green forest. We stood on a small dirt path that sliced through the woods. The trail seemed well traveled and the thousands of feet compacted it. In the trees
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