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Survival

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Survival

Her heels clicked as she moved, her own footsteps echoing around her, she was running as fast as she could. Her shoulder hurt so bad, blood oozing between purple and black painted finger nails. Jenny was running as quick as she could only one thought seemed to scream in her mind; she needed to save Josh. Jenny refused to lose everyone whom she had in her life all in one night, she wouldn't abandon him. Would Lien still be alive if she had only stayed home, would at least her mother still be breathing? Jenny heard the jeeps tires squeal, a strange noise fallowed, had they turned around for her? Guilt ripped her stomach into pieces, Faith and

Western

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Western

   He looked down at her, the way her plump lips were still parted from her soft screams. he had adored the way she had felt, the way she had tasted on his lips. He had adored her as the other women whom were now lying in this bed besides him. ES looked down at the women who laid in the bed, their bodies almost interlocking as they laid there. These had been the top girls to work this town's salon, each one plentifully endowed. Their Bosoms poured out of there bodices, there thighs now showing under those petty coats. Yet ES could not recall how he had ended up like this, or what day it even was any longer. He looked down at the women again,

UnKnown

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UnKnown

     "Not again." She looked down at her trembling hands; the shakes were coming back, the anxiety in full swing. She leaned against her desk, her head hung low; she needed more than just those pills prescribed by her doctor. She reached for the bottle she had sitting on her desk; there was only a glass worth's left, how many times had she reached for that bottle of Jack. After fumbling with the pharmaceutical bottle, she swallowed down another pill, this time with the help of the warm whiskey. Amethyst adored how the slow burn of the Tennessee whiskey felt as it ran down her throat and into her stomach.     Amethyst could see her reflectio
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Western

   He looked down at her, the way her plump lips were still parted from her soft screams. he had adored the way she had felt, the way she had tasted on his lips. He had adored her as the other women whom were now lying in this bed besides him. ES looked down at the women who laid in the bed, their bodies almost interlocking as they laid there. These had been the top girls to work this town's salon, each one plentifully endowed. Their Bosoms poured out of there bodices, there thighs now showing under those petty coats. Yet ES could not recall how he had ended up like this, or what day it even was any longer. He looked down at the women again,

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UnKnown

     "Not again." She looked down at her trembling hands; the shakes were coming back, the anxiety in full swing. She leaned against her desk, her head hung low; she needed more than just those pills prescribed by her doctor. She reached for the bottle she had sitting on her desk; there was only a glass worth's left, how many times had she reached for that bottle of Jack. After fumbling with the pharmaceutical bottle, she swallowed down another pill, this time with the help of the warm whiskey. Amethyst adored how the slow burn of the Tennessee whiskey felt as it ran down her throat and into her stomach.     Amethyst could see her reflectio

Taken

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Taken

It started with only a smile or two, Then he did it, stole purity form you. You screamed for him to stop, you tried to yell. It wasn't enough, for his pants still fell. He took your purity and tossed it aside. He held you down your arms and legs. Covered your mouth you couldn't scream. When it was happening you hoped it was a dream. He drove with force and stole your youth. You cried form pain a million times worse than pulling a tooth. Tightened muscles and clenched fists. The pain worse than large cuts in a wrist. He took your purity and tossed it aside. He held you down your arms and legs. He drops you down and walks away.

...rushing back ...

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...rushing back ...

The memories rush back, consuming every corner of my thoughts The world grows dark, life is pointless, nothing matters anymore Can't escape those days, the past floods my heart I can't see strait the world becomes uneven My wrists begin to bleed, my soul wheeping Offten i wonder why i even bother to go on, why try anymore Even in moments of bliss, your voice flashes back Your scent fills my nostrels, Your taste within my mouth, it seems i will never forget Will i ever forget you, or the pain you filled me with Nightmares echo your touch, benith my eyelids, waking with floods if tears can you hear my screams at night, do your ears ri

dead memories

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dead memories

The Pain is Rising My throat burns My eyes turn red I can't escape your memory Your voice echoes Your touch lingers My tears fall like rain Why can't I forget the past The scares shin bright The blood flows on Metal destroys it all I would do anything to forget you You destroyed me You stole everything I was I can't find a way out I'm ending this tonight

days long ago

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days long ago

I close my eyes, and i see your face. I try to forget, but your etched in my mind forever. I want to move on in my life. I can't forget the way you felt. I don't want to hurt. I want a new life, a future. I dont want to remember you, not a singel moment. I want to be free, i just want to feel safe. I want to forget the horible things you did. I dont want to cry anymore. I close my heart, at least then it wont bleed. I just want to forget you.

the fight

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the fight

Time to stand and fight It shall be their final night March across the battle field They hate the hand they have been dealt Sand rises in their eyes The bullets give their battle cries They do as commanded to protect their home But every night they lay and cry alone Wounds consume their bodies and souls For what happened to them no one could control Times com when from bullets they cannot rise You see the light of heaven in their dying eyes For they are our troops, our heroes, our strength

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I am Ashly; I'm 24 years old but I swear my soul feels like it is about 1,000 years older. I have 6 tattoos so far. I am working on someday becoming a published writer, I am in the progress of writing a few novels and have written over 150 poems, one of which I have had published. My true dream in life so to have my work published and for it to make a difference in just one person’s life, which is all I really want. I don’t care about being a top shelf, everyone runs to Barnes and Nobles to get my book author; just hope to get it out there and to make an impact on at least one person, no matter how small...

I love to cook, which to me is a lot like writing, both are creative, and you do both according to how you feel and where your emotions are. I do tend to adore decorating cakes, I have a few I did in my photo albums! I want to open up my own night club or bar someday (which is what I am going to school for)...

Blessed Be!

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tattoo artist wanted

tattoo artist wanted

So i am looking for someone who can sketch very well or is used to designing tattoos to do a drawing for me. I am looking for someone who will help me design my next tattoo AND agree not to share the sketch with others as I dont want ot to be something others have. it will be  fairly large piece that will cover 2/3 of my back. I will not lie i have an extreanly difficult piece in mind

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Thanks for the fave.
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thks for the :+fav:
Thanks for having one of my drawings in your random favourites...:D
it's an awesome drawing so no problem
Thanks for faving and a lot of success with the publishing ;)
Hey!

thanks a lot for the fave! ^_^