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Name: Jordan Country: United States State: Georgia Birthday: 8/18/1989 Gender: Female
Interests: Well...uh... I do stuff. Yeah...?
Expertise: Uh no.
Occupation: Student Industry: Other
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Member Since:
11/20/2002
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| Her deep blue eyes closed as his lips pressed against hers. She thought to herself, I'm with him right, and nothing else matters. Why does this feeling of hurt and pain keep being swept over me.
Suddenly something wasn't right. She pushed herself away from him allowing the lock to be broken. He gazed down at her and smiled the way he did when they first met. She couldn't help but blush. She turned around. She could not be held in that wonderful, beautiful traze. She had to let go. | | |
| New theme...no more horror. It's all to much. I can't breathe the shadows are coming. I can't sleep darkness is aroused. There is to much for me. I see things that I no can't be real. I stay up just waiting for morning. Why is this happening to me? Have I gone to far? My friends think I need counciling. Some friends they are. Why is This tormenting me? I can't live in peace. All the blood and pain is agonizing. The sight of a man crisp and burnt hung from a tree is sometimes the thoughts that haunnt me. Why me? I am just an ordinary writer right? Why couldn't it be someone else?? | | |
| I'm starting a new story... my themes are horror...
I sat by an open window. The breeze blew gently on my face. I sighed as I looked off into the distance. There seemed to be an unusual object coming towards my ranch. We never got many visitors so I was puzzled at the site. As it drew closer I figured out it was a horse. On the horse's back was a strange package. It fell to the groud outside my window. I ran outside to see what it was. When I got out there the horse was galloping away. Slowly I rolled the package over for I was afraid it might be fragile. I tore open the tape and cloth. To my shock and disgust it was a dead man covered in blood. As I wiped away the blood on his face, to see who it might be, with my handkerchief I screamed. A long, hard, terrible chill ran down my back as I saw it was my only brother.
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| The thing was she couldn't. She couldn't stand seeing her best friend in the whole world, the only one person she could trust, lying limp on the stained carpet. She ran to her side. But as she nelt to the floor the knife stabbed her in the back. The next thing Jamie new was black... but was she dead or not...
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| She ducked as the knife slid passed her left arm. Quickly she gathered her sences and ran passed him. Now the chase began. In her heart she was scared to death. How could she just leave her best friend lying on the closet floor???
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