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Here We Are
    Adrian had left the house, only for a moment.  Though it was late, his wolf had been complaining, disliking the fact it had been cooped up all day.  He stretched his limbs and chewed his lips.  His ears twitched at the sound of heartbeats—a sound he wasn’t used to hearing around Joshua’s house.  “Mathew…?” the familiar voice rang in his ears, calling him a name he had not heard in years.  Turning around slowly, he felt a lump in his throat that grew heavy with each passing moment.    His voice croaked, “mom…?” the figure nodded.  His heart stopped for a moment, and all he could do
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Expendable
            “Hello Mathew,” the voice said as it settled down on a near by chair and stared at him.            He looked up stiffly from his hospital bed and nodded a slight greeting, “Gerard.”  Despite being Grandpa and Grandson, he had always had an intense dislike for the man.  Though he had never voiced his disagreement, it had always been evident with the way Gerard had always pushed him to hunt and to ‘get over his weakness’.            “I came here to invite you to live with me,” he said with a smile.            Mathew shuddered and looked back with distaste, “Chris already ha
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Hate Mail is Not Okay
I've been needing to get this out of my system, so I guess I'll just say this straight out. The high school I attended isn't one for much trouble.  It's a pretty safe environment, so things like drugs & etc either don't happen that often or are pretty under the radar.  Even so, I had a pretty shitty Senior year.  December 2012, a classmate passed away due to suicide.  I didn't know him that well, but it still hurt because every day he would walk in with a smile.  I'm bringing this up because there is a picture of him holding a sign saying "Don't Hate". I'm not trying to make this a sob story or whatever, because frankly, suicides happen
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A Little Break
Martin stepped off the plane and let off a deep sigh. He hadn't told the pack he would be leaving. Well, he had, just not when. It was a spur of the moment kind of thing. One moment he was at the Loft, the next moment, he was packed and leaving to catch his flight. Liam. The name flickered in the back of his mind, and Martin caught sight of his smiling face.  "Sir," he spun around and found an airport staff member tapping him on the shoulder, "the other passengers would like to retrieve their bags as well." Martin nodded hurriedly and shuffled away to retrieve his bags. He hadn't realized how long he had been standing there, lost in thought
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Bathed in Moonlight
    He sat on the steps of his house in San Francisco.  The moon was high, glowing, and it lit up the night sky that was bare of stars to hide its glimmering glory.  Letting out a loose sigh, he watched his breath curl up into the sky and fade to nothing.  His skin prickled and he felt the moon’s beams bathed him.  “Aren’t you cold?” Mariah had asked, rubbing his arm.  He shook his head and grinned, finding her smiling in response.    There was a soft rustle of leaves as he fell from the second story, “miss me?” the voice laughed, nudging him off the door steps and forcing him to stand.    “Not at
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The Tale of Two Liams
     He closed his eyes, it had been so long since then, yet the scar in his heart still felt so real.  Still real, “like the moment I saw you fall to the ground, and your eyes flicker out into nothingness,” he whispered, under his breath.      Maybe it was stupid, that he was pining over something that had happened to long ago.  Some said he should move on and forget.  Martin’s lips tightened at the thought of those remarks—the memory of them.  He could never forget.  That would be the impossible feat because their bond had been impenetrable.  It was a bond born not out of love or family, but the ringing sound of a
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Life as we know it
I wonder when it began.  The thoughts, the considerations—for a while now, I have been wondering, searching for answers. Life is hard.  There is no doubt about it.  We can mock misfortunes and celebrate fortunes, but is that a façade?  What else is there, that we do not see?  Do we walk around wearing masks on our faces, not knowing who is who and understanding each other?  Though we claim to ‘understand’ or the desire to ‘get to know’, how much do we actually know? For some reason, people seem to think that if they live in a good neighborhood or go to a good school that nothing bad can ever happen.  We
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Forever 16
A cold draft had drifted through the open door at the end of the hall. Chilling air clung to the walls until I swung the class door open and was greeted by warm air. Safe and sound. Warm and comfortable. Yet it wasn't the bell that jarred me awake or the mismatched clocks that remained a static 12:00.  I wished it were that simple. "Last night a student in this class committed suicide". Who?  Some knew, other didn't but at the end of our confusion we still found grief. The room ran cold and we couldn't think. Another student walked in late and our teacher asked, "do you know what's happened?" He stuttered a bit and then pau
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Here We Are
    Adrian had left the house, only for a moment.  Though it was late, his wolf had been complaining, disliking the fact it had been cooped up all day.  He stretched his limbs and chewed his lips.  His ears twitched at the sound of heartbeats—a sound he wasn’t used to hearing around Joshua’s house.  “Mathew…?” the familiar voice rang in his ears, calling him a name he had not heard in years.  Turning around slowly, he felt a lump in his throat that grew heavy with each passing moment.    His voice croaked, “mom…?” the figure nodded.  His heart stopped for a moment, and all he could do
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Expendable
            “Hello Mathew,” the voice said as it settled down on a near by chair and stared at him.            He looked up stiffly from his hospital bed and nodded a slight greeting, “Gerard.”  Despite being Grandpa and Grandson, he had always had an intense dislike for the man.  Though he had never voiced his disagreement, it had always been evident with the way Gerard had always pushed him to hunt and to ‘get over his weakness’.            “I came here to invite you to live with me,” he said with a smile.            Mathew shuddered and looked back with distaste, “Chris already ha
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Hate Mail is Not Okay
I've been needing to get this out of my system, so I guess I'll just say this straight out. The high school I attended isn't one for much trouble.  It's a pretty safe environment, so things like drugs & etc either don't happen that often or are pretty under the radar.  Even so, I had a pretty shitty Senior year.  December 2012, a classmate passed away due to suicide.  I didn't know him that well, but it still hurt because every day he would walk in with a smile.  I'm bringing this up because there is a picture of him holding a sign saying "Don't Hate". I'm not trying to make this a sob story or whatever, because frankly, suicides happen
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A Little Break
Martin stepped off the plane and let off a deep sigh. He hadn't told the pack he would be leaving. Well, he had, just not when. It was a spur of the moment kind of thing. One moment he was at the Loft, the next moment, he was packed and leaving to catch his flight. Liam. The name flickered in the back of his mind, and Martin caught sight of his smiling face.  "Sir," he spun around and found an airport staff member tapping him on the shoulder, "the other passengers would like to retrieve their bags as well." Martin nodded hurriedly and shuffled away to retrieve his bags. He hadn't realized how long he had been standing there, lost in thought
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Bathed in Moonlight
    He sat on the steps of his house in San Francisco.  The moon was high, glowing, and it lit up the night sky that was bare of stars to hide its glimmering glory.  Letting out a loose sigh, he watched his breath curl up into the sky and fade to nothing.  His skin prickled and he felt the moon’s beams bathed him.  “Aren’t you cold?” Mariah had asked, rubbing his arm.  He shook his head and grinned, finding her smiling in response.    There was a soft rustle of leaves as he fell from the second story, “miss me?” the voice laughed, nudging him off the door steps and forcing him to stand.    “Not at
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The Tale of Two Liams
     He closed his eyes, it had been so long since then, yet the scar in his heart still felt so real.  Still real, “like the moment I saw you fall to the ground, and your eyes flicker out into nothingness,” he whispered, under his breath.      Maybe it was stupid, that he was pining over something that had happened to long ago.  Some said he should move on and forget.  Martin’s lips tightened at the thought of those remarks—the memory of them.  He could never forget.  That would be the impossible feat because their bond had been impenetrable.  It was a bond born not out of love or family, but the ringing sound of a
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Life as we know it
I wonder when it began.  The thoughts, the considerations—for a while now, I have been wondering, searching for answers. Life is hard.  There is no doubt about it.  We can mock misfortunes and celebrate fortunes, but is that a façade?  What else is there, that we do not see?  Do we walk around wearing masks on our faces, not knowing who is who and understanding each other?  Though we claim to ‘understand’ or the desire to ‘get to know’, how much do we actually know? For some reason, people seem to think that if they live in a good neighborhood or go to a good school that nothing bad can ever happen.  We
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Forever 16
A cold draft had drifted through the open door at the end of the hall. Chilling air clung to the walls until I swung the class door open and was greeted by warm air. Safe and sound. Warm and comfortable. Yet it wasn't the bell that jarred me awake or the mismatched clocks that remained a static 12:00.  I wished it were that simple. "Last night a student in this class committed suicide". Who?  Some knew, other didn't but at the end of our confusion we still found grief. The room ran cold and we couldn't think. Another student walked in late and our teacher asked, "do you know what's happened?" He stuttered a bit and then pau
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Dear John
Today seemed like a normal day.  I woke up a little late, and my dad dropped me off at the bus stop.  I napped on the bus, and walked into school.  Our circle of friends was gathered at our usual table, and like always the cold air flooded in, freezing the halls. Walking in to class, Mrs. K sat on the table.  Something was off, but I passed it off.  I looked at L, and we talked excitedly about how warm the room was.  Usually, it would be freezing.  Class started off like usual, the normal bell, morning announcements, the usual list of birthdays... And then the lady next to Mrs. K spoke.  "Last night, one of your classmates committed suicide
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Thanks a lot for the watch.
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Happy Birthday!

I wish you the best on this wondrous day, and I wish that you have a great day that is full of beautifully attractive cake and presents and that your party like it is your last day on earth!
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Hello!:iconpresentplz:
Happy [early] birthday!
May this day bring to you all things that make you smile!
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    Happy early Bday! :party:
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