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''The War I'm Fighting''

  I dug my hand into the sand frantically, running my long fingers in between the grains of sand and rock. The world was a blur around me; my eyes out-of-focus and my ears clogged with an unknown, non-existent substance.    The desert was shockingly hot – my skin burned with layers and layers of sunburn. The once-pale color of my soft skin morphed into a brick-red, slightly frightening me. It seemed as if someone was lighting a candle on my arm…or using my arm as a candle. It felt as if my blood was literally boiling.    I lifted my right hand up to my forehead. A wave a sweat stuck onto my ha
I want the world to know what I can do, what I can write and what's inside my soul that nobody but me understands. Even though I barely understand it.
I hope that maybe someday someone will want to buy my book, run home and read it and think "Wow...that was inspiring." like when I thought when I read Markus Zusak's books.
I want to be one of those writers that doesn't lose their touch after three or four books because I want to keep truckin' on. :)
And if I never get there, then I will proceed until I die. Or if so help me I give up, then I will die in shame.

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MDH: chpt. oo2 "Miss. Bruno!"   
 My head whipped up to look at the teacher, standing at the front of the classroom with a skeptical look on her face. Half of the class snickered, and I stifled an irritated yawn.   
 "Yes?"   
 "You need to pay attention. Your grades are already slipping, and this only gets more difficult as the year progresses."   
 The class exchanged whispers and giggles as I nodded slowly. Mrs. Driver went back to her Calculus lesson as I laid my head back down, letting my thoughts drift to the unexciting weekend before me.   
 Once the bell rang I jolted a MDH: chpt. oo2
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MDH: chpt. oo1 I'm Amberlyn Bruno.   
 "The car is in the ditch! No, it's rolling! Call the police now, honey!"   
 I'm shorter than most seventh graders, half Welsh, and seventeen years of age.   
 "Yes, please help – there's a navy SUV rolling off the road, all the windows are shattered and there are children and a mother in it! How do I know? They were screaming!"   
 I have three friends: Marie Gaston,   
 "Calling all units: three children and a mother are trapped in a Ford SUV on Brickston Avenue. Get the jaws of life. Only one child is crying out of the four victims MDH: chpt. oo1
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Lost at SeaYour feelings and emotions  Are nothing but an endless ocean  And I am lost at sea.  I need you to come and save me  'Cause while you're on the sand  I'm desperately looking for land  Throw me a bone, I need a clue  To help me figure out you.   
When I call for help, all I hear are the waves  The echoes of my shouts from the furthest caves  You seem to know your way around  So guide me to some luscious solid ground.   
Your feelings and emotions  Are nothing but an endless ocean  And I am lost at sea  I need you to come and save me  'Cause while you're o Lost at Sea
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Great Grandma Tiny.They keep telling me she won't last  That she's fading much too fast   
She can hardly breath and hardly speak  Her face is pale; colorless and bleak   
She's so fragile, she's been bedridden for days  Her face is emotionless; her eyes wiped with a dull glaze   
Her memory fading and her body growing frail  Her heart is slowly faltering, beginning to fail   
The months turn into weeks and she is running out of time  No matter what condition she's in - her smile is still sublime   
She's taking all my tears from me - yet leaving all the smiles  Next time I see her Great Grandma Tiny.
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I'm getting frustrated.

Sat Oct 31, 2009, 3:58 PM
  • Mood: Llama
  • Listening to: "Clothes Off!"
  • Eating: Corned Beef, yo
  • Drinking: Waterrrr
Look at this excuse for fan-fiction:

My knees begged for me to seize the sprinting I had been doing for the past hour and a half. The moment I stopped for a rest, my hands on my knees and my head bent in pure exhaustion, the motorcycle whizzed past me, hitting more than 100 mph and the rider cackling psychotically.
“Haha! Now it’s a party!” He shrieked, tossing bombs in random directions toward innocent people on the sidewalk, screaming from their lives. I bolted up, looking for a faster mean of transportation. While scanning the sidewalk, an electric scooter met my eyes.
After profusely apologizing to the owner and promising that I would return it, I started the scooter. My frown just grew as the scooter hit the highest speed of 4 mph, and I groaned. With a zap of my electric current, the scooter sped a little faster, hitting 20 mph.
I sighed in defeat, but nonetheless accepting the useless piece of junk while turning onto 2nd street. Two blocks ahead of me, the maniac was still wreaking havoc. I smiled excitedly, ready for battle.
The Titans will have to accept me now!
Suddenly a familiar electric blue car sped past me. The rearview mirror caught my shoulder, throwing me off my pathetic scooter and onto the pavement. I groaned in slight pain, holding my shoulder before shaking off the pain. A Titan doesn’t let feeble injuries get in her way!
Jumping back on the scooter, I hadn’t moved a meter before a red motorcycle caught my front tire, flipping me in the air before I slammed onto the hood of a parked car. I whimpered, arguing with myself internally.
Come on! Get up, Hazel. Remember? A Titan doesn’t let feeble injuries get in her way!
I shook my head, frowning while my body argued with my mind.
Point? Being thrown onto a car isn’t a ‘feeble injury’!
So what?! They’ll never let you in the Teen Titans if you’re a wimp.
I sighed, rolling off the car and landing ungracefully on my feet, before looking at what was left of the ‘fight’. Currently, the Titans were retreating back to their vehicles since the police had intervened and the madman was put into the back of a police van.
“Heidi! Long time, no see!” Cyborg exclaimed cheerily, while I frowned and blushed.
“It’s Hazel.” I corrected, watching as Cyborg blushed and stepped backward several feet. Robin came toward me, stopping a meter from me with a scowl on his face.
“Hazel, what are you doing?” He growled under his breath, answering his own question before I could even open my mouth. “Actually, nothing. You should be at home drinking hot chocolate or something. Quit following us on these missions!”
I snarled, crossing my arms angrily. “I don’t need you being a mom for me, Robin. And, for your information, I was already on my way before both you and Cyborg hit me with your vehicles!”


It is sooo bad.
I stopped before it could get worse. > _ >

So, yeah, you're not getting any fan fiction from me until I get better. xD!
Bye nao :3

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:icon54viruses:
~54viruses Nov 3, 2009, 11:40:53 AM
Hello to you!

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Hello, my name is 54viruses.
I am addicted to literature.
It has been eleven hours since I last read or wrote...oh, wait...shoot, better luck next time.
:iconcorrupted-pizza:
~Corrupted-Pizza Nov 3, 2009, 3:44:50 PM
:O

HAI DERE!

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"in your dreams, you can do anything.
but in reality, nothing breaks your fall."
- Markus Zusak

sun on your skin, all smiles
a star at your side, you fly
hands on the wheel, held tight
don't you let go, just give it time.
- Over It
:icon54viruses:
~54viruses Nov 4, 2009, 12:38:21 PM
:please: When you commented on this (:XD: a year ago) You said the dialogue was too old. I've made some changes so would you please let me know what you think now?

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Hello, my name is 54viruses.
I am addicted to literature.
It has been eleven hours since I last read or wrote...oh, wait...shoot, better luck next time.
:iconcorrupted-pizza:
~Corrupted-Pizza Nov 5, 2009, 1:40:52 PM
Oh! That looks and sounds much better, lol :P

(Although, to be honest, I barely remember what you wrote before. But the dialogue fits the characters now, I guess. xD!)

But why so delayed in fixing it? xD

--
"in your dreams, you can do anything.
but in reality, nothing breaks your fall."
- Markus Zusak

sun on your skin, all smiles
a star at your side, you fly
hands on the wheel, held tight
don't you let go, just give it time.
- Over It
:icon54viruses:
~54viruses Nov 5, 2009, 1:59:41 PM
I wanted to wait until the writing wasn't so fresh in my mind so I didn't start going through and editing until just recently. :)

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Hello, my name is 54viruses.
I am addicted to literature.
It has been eleven hours since I last read or wrote...oh, wait...shoot, better luck next time.
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~alexcoolkid Sep 21, 2009, 3:38:00 PM
HEY! Its :iconchiarocks101:!
ADD THIS ACCOUNT!!!

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:heart:
:iconprobablynotapie:
~probablynotapie Sep 3, 2009, 2:01:09 PM
:huggle: from a random deviant :D

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Well frankly my dear, I don't give a damn.
:iconcorrupted-pizza:
~Corrupted-Pizza Sep 3, 2009, 5:06:25 PM
aww, you're probably not a pie?
but pies rawk D:

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"in your dreams, you can do anything.
but in reality, nothing breaks your fall."
- Markus Zusak

sun on your skin, all smiles
a star at your side, you fly
hands on the wheel, held tight
don't you let go, just give it time.
- Over It
:iconprobablynotapie:
~probablynotapie Sep 4, 2009, 5:39:22 AM
they do, but no one knows my true pastry identity :paranoid:

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Well frankly my dear, I don't give a damn.
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