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This contest ends soon, right?

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That's Life:
Misery,
And hearts full of pain.
Backstabbing,
Friendships lost in vein.

Fairytales,
Not coming true.
Crying,
So hard you turn blue.

Sadness,
Looking to feel joy.
Fear,
Plays you like a toy.

Loneliness,
Makes you want to melt.
Pain,
Is really often felt.

Love,
Not even real.
Life,
Isnit quite so ideal.

In His Head:
Baby, I love you.
Yes I do.
Just for tonight.
Then I'll be out of sight.

Just drink a little more.
I'll show you the house tour.
Drink till you can't see straight.
After tonight I'll be the one you hate.

Whisper sweet things in your ear.
Only things you want to hear.
Slip a little something in your drink.
No baby, it's just to help you think.

Tell you I'm just a good guy.
There's no need to be shy.
Trust me a little more.
Just long enough for me to score.

There's no need to worry.
We'll be sure to hurry.
The bedroom we will go see.
Only I will have the key.

Drink up now and tell me when you're done.
We'll be off to have a little fun.
Think you'll ever remember my face?
Now, live a new life of disgrace.

Someone Died That Night:
It was hot; there were sirens, and screaming.
She awoke to find her house on fire.
She looked out her window to find that her family was already outside.
They were crying and pointing up to her room.
The fireman started to put out the fire while some ran inside.
Her room was getting hot, she ran and hid in the closet.
A few hours later she came out to find her room was mostly destroyed.
She ran out and saw her family downstairs; they were crying.
She had not a clue what was going on and tried to ask..
They only ignored her, not acknowledging she was there.
It went on for two days like that, then that day came.
She dressed in black like the rest of the family.
They went to a church, she asked what was going on.
No one even noticed she was there, like no one cared.
There were many people there, all also dressed in black.
She looked up to the front and saw a casket; there were many flowers around it.
'Someone must have died, a fireman maybe?' She thought.
She walked slowly up to the front, scared to see a lifeless body.
Her heart sank when she went to look in the casket.
It was a sight she didn't ever think she'd see.
Her own body, lying there, motionless.
She turned and looked at everyone, they were looking right through her.
She had died that night in the fire, not a fireman. No one had saved her.
A priest came up to the front and started to speak.
She couldn't hear it, it was like she was fading away.
A bright light over came her, and her spirit left the living world.
She was mourned by all that loved her and they laid her to rest under a Willow tree.
People come every now and then to place flowers on her gave.
She sits up in that tree and watches them. Blessing all that cared.

In The End:
I hope you understand.
That this wasn't planned.

It came about one day.
When I no longer wanted to stay.

Everything went wrong.
As it had for so long.

Things not getting better.
My tears getting wetter.

All rushing through my mind.
I wish time could unwind.

I pulled the gun to my head.
Do I really want to be dead?

Let's pull the trigger.
No time to be vigor.

Second thoughts come in.
This is a fight I cannot win.

Get it over with.
Let life be a myth.

My hand is now shaking.
This would be my life I'm taking!

Pull the gun down.
Here comes the meltdown.

The tears now pour out.
Let out a loud shout.

I start to curse myself.
This is no way to treat yourself.

Life is not free!
I have more days to see.

I give the gun a boff.
Somehow it goes off.

Into my stomach.
The bullet is now stuck.

I dropped to the floor and cried.
Accidental suicide.

Post edited at 12:00 am on Nov. 8, 2009 by Anonymous

She Fell From The Sky:

"Ouch, my head.. What happened? Where am I?" A voice rang out. Leaves rustled, little voices were heard whispering all around. Green, luscious plant-life surrounded, preventing any possible chance of seeing what was beyond the small clearing.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" The voice called out.

"Ma'am, you seem to have fallen. From the sky, that is. I do believe that you are not from around here." A squeaky voice called out.

"Who's there? Please, show yourself." The first voice called out again, looking around to try and discover where the voice might had come from.

A solid white, petite white mouse scurried from the bushes and found its way onto the human's leg. Dazzling blue eyes caught the human's gaze; this mouse seemed to be one of a kind, never before had the human saw a mouse with such gorgeous blue eyes.

"How do you do, madam?" The mouse squeaked out.

"Did.. Did you just speak to me?" The human questioned, astonished.

"Yes ma'am. It seems you are not from around here. My name is Sir Leonardo, but you may call me Leo." The mouse stood on its two hind feet taking a bow.

"Well, Leo, my name is Faye. I am dreaming though, right? I mean, this can't possibly be real. Mice do not talk, it's impossible."

"Only when you believe that you can't do something is when it is impossible, Faye. In this case, this is quite very real. Perhaps I should tell you a tale, one which could possibly explain what's going on, to clear up any questions you might be wondering about." Leo offered; and the girl nodded her head, signaling for him to go on.

"First off, you are in the world of Lutania, it has existed for billions of years. Though, keeping unknown to other worlds for fear of war; so it is not known to many, besides those whom live here. Lutania was created by all of the creatures who fled from the wars of the worlds and sought a place of peace. Using the willpower and magic of the whole, they shaped the world you see before your eyes. Since then, we all have continued to live in peace under our glorious king, King Wishingston.
Our reality doesn't seem to be the same as yours, seeing as where you came from, animals had no ability of speaking. How you have gotten here is a mystery, for we have not come upon many of your kind in all of our years; I would say the last time a human stumbled into our world would be about, eh, 800 years ago. Hence, your being here will be of great surprise to all; though we mustn't cause too much of a stir, this could possibly startle many easily." Leo took a deep breath then stared up at Faye; she sat there, possibly thinking, for a few moments. It wasn't long before the look on her face turned into one of worry.

"If humans very rarely end up here, then how am I suppose to get home?" She questioned.

"That is something we must ask King Wishingston, he is the most wise of us all. If anyone would know how, it's him." The mouse smiled, showing his two front teeth. The girl sighed then slightly smiled back, some sort of doubt was still clouding her mind.

Lingering In The Air:

"Oh but mommy, please! Can I have it? Please, please, please." The child grabbed her mother's arm, yanking, pulling; trying to get her mother's attention to show her a toy she saw in the shop window.

"Oh Sharon, hold on a moment," The mother, Whitney, spoke, putting her hand over the speaker of her cell phone, "What is it Katie, honey? Can't you see I'm in a call?" The little girl, looking about the age of 5 or 6, peered up at her mother and beamed the brightest smile she could.

"This new toy, mommy. It's the one I've been wanting. Can I get it?! Pretty please." Glancing over at the shop window, the mother looked down at her still smiling daughter and shook her head before patting her on the head.

Turning back to the shop, Katie pressed her hands and face against the window silently wondering why she couldn't get  that beloved toy. She was totally lost in her thoughts when her mother told her to come along, and failed to notice that she had now walked away down the sidewalk.

"Look mommy! It even comes in my favorite color, pink! Oh goody. Plea--" Katie looked around, not seeing her mother on the slightly crowded sidewalk.

"Mommy? Mommy!? Mommy, where are you?" She ran off into the direction her mother had been standing, guessing perhaps she went that way.

Soon enough, the child started crying when her mother wasn't coming into sight.

"Mommy, where are you?" She sobbed. Everyone around her failed to notice her tear-stained cheeks, her worrying calls, the fact she wasn't with an adult. All of them too caught up in themselves to notice such a horrible thing happening right before their eyes.

Katie kept crying and wiping her eyes, scooting her feet along the ground until she bumped into something with her sandal.

"Mommy's phone..." The child whispered. She picked it up and looked around, hoping her mother would be close by.

The phone had been dropped in front of an alleyway, and even though her mother had told her many times to never go in them; she couldn't help but be curious as to maybe her mother could have wondered in there.
"Mommy? Are you down there?" She called. When a muffled sound came from within, she ventured deeper into the alley; letting her curiosity get the better of her.

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"Please don't hurt me. I have a child to take care of and a husband." She stuttered. The man held her against the worn bricks of a building by front of her jacket, pondering what he would do with her. Whitney glanced over at his other hand that held an object, it was merely a small black gun but that didn't stop it from scaring her to death.

"Shut up. Keep quiet or I'll shoot you right here and now." He breathed into her face, giving her a face full of his breath, so horrid that it could've knocked her out right then and there if she didn't keep a grip on what was happening.

Her kidnapper, whom was lost in thought, was wearing a brown leather jacket, with worn-out blue jeans, and a pair of large black biker-looking boots. A smirk appeared on his face and he turned his face back to her.

"Heh, I know.. Since you're so pretty, I'll just have my way with you. Then you can go back to your happy little life, with your happy little family." Soon enough, his hand soon started to venture their way up her shirt; tears fell down her face, landing silently on the dirt below.

"Please.. Please don't do this.." She sobbed out her words, tears coming down her face at a more rapid pace.

"I told you to shut up. Keep talking and I'll blow your brains out! Got that, sugar?!"

Whitney closed her eyes; and just as she did, she felt a sudden blow to the side of her head. Suddenly her vision had gotten blurry, a headache had formed, and there was a ringing in her ear. The mysterious man was chuckling to himself, while his hand still roamed all over her body. She wasn't crying anymore, but instead fighting her own body to try and stay conscious; her knees had grown weak and were shaking now, and she was finding it hard to keep her eyes open.

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"Mommy..? Are you down here?" Came a voice from a little ways down the alley, where Whitney could still see figures moving up and down the sidewalk. The shadow of a small girl stretched down the alley.

"Mommy? Hello?" Came the oh so familiar voice again. Whitney's eyes shot open and she turned her head to try and see if her thoughts were true, or if her mind was playing tricks on her. The man looked too, taking his gun from the side of her head and letting go of her.

"Katie! Run! Go! Get Help! Please!" Her voice rang out, while her knees gave out on her and she fell suddenly to the ground.

The end of her life began the moment she heard a click of a gun, then the scream of a young child. There were the sounds of a gun falling to the ground, footsteps running off, and the sound of a scream still lingering in the air. From her point of view on the ground, she saw a small body laying on the ground, and there was a liquid that had quickly started to form around it.

"Please no.. Katie? Katie! Katie, answer me! Please..." Whitney managed to get enough strength to crawl over to the body of a young human. Her tears were like a rapid waterfall now, the body was that of her own daughter.

"I told you to never go down alleyways, Katie.." She sobbed.

Pulling the child to her chest, she continued to cry while rocking Katie's body back and forth. Whitney knew that there was no chance for Katie to still be living, for that the bullet had penetrated her chest; but she kept on rocking her body, sobbing loudly while she did so. Something fell out of Katie's hand, her cell phone. Whitney dialed 911, and held her daughter close; ignoring the fact that blood was covering her entirely.

"I'll buy you that toy Katie, in pink too. Don't worry. I'll get it." She whispered to the lifeless body, and hugged her close.

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She ran into the hospital, dreading the worse. Having to leave work early because of a phone call she was never hoping to get. Her daughter was in a terrible accident at school and they didn't know if she could hold on and if for how long. Looking and searching, she found the front desk and started speaking at a high speed, trying to hold back the tears.
"My daughter. My daughter. Where is she? She was in a accident. Please, tell me where she is." At a long last, she couldn't hold back her tears any longer, they slowly started making their way down her cheeks. The nurse looked shocked for a moment but then continued her job.

"Miss, excuse me. But what is her name?" The mother looked up, her cheeks stained with tears and her eyes turning red, she sniffled and responded.

"Her name..? Her name is Kelly, Kelly Shimington. And I am her mother.. Rita Shimington."

Her words barely came out, it sounded more like she was whispering, trying to hide the fact that she was so confused and upset. The nurse told her to go wait in the waiting room and the doctor would be out to see her soon, that Kelly was currently in surgery. Rita took a seat in the waiting room, putting her face into her hands, sobbing loudly.

She just couldn't believe this was happening, so many thoughts were going though her head. Would her only child die? If not, would she have some disabilities? Would she even ever get to speak to her again? So many thoughts, she sat there still sobbing and thinking. It seemed the doctors were taking forever, like time was going in slow motion. But nothing else mattered, she'd wait a lifetime if she would get to see her precious daughter again. She didn't move from her position, her face staying in her hands, the sobbing tuning down and just turning into tears.

At long last, there was a tap on her shoulder. She looked up, her face pink and her eyes completely red.

"Ms. Shimington?" The stranger asked, and she nodded her head for him to continue.

"I'm Dr. Highson. Your daughter, Kelly, was in a terrible accident. It seems she was shot at school, caught in the crossfire between two boys fighting, one pulled a gun and a stray bullet hit her."

Rita went wide-eyed and more tears started running down her face, dropping to her skirt, leaving little wet spots from where they had landed. The doctor gave her a minute then he continued.

"The bullet went her in the chest, and hit a few vital blood veins. I'm deeply sorry but it seems there is nothing else we can do. Her organs have a high chance of shutting down, and we don't know how much longer she will live. You can see her if you you'd like, I can take you to her room." Ms. Shimington was too shocked to speak and just nodded her head. Dr. Highson waited on her to stand up and started walking off with her following.

He took her to a room and there she saw, her pride and joy, laying on a bed with many tubes and machines hooked up to her. The doctor told her that she could stay there with her for as long as she wanted, and with that, he left the room to return later. Rita pulled a chair up to the bedside and held Kelly's hand, she started to sob again but kept it at a low volume as to not wake her daughter. She soon calmed her crying and prayed that everything would be fine.

After an hour of waiting and just watching Kelly as to not miss any slight movement, her daughter's eyes flickered and then slowly opened all the way. Rita sighed with happiness and smiled at the young girl, tears starting to come from her eyes once again. Kelly tried to force a smile, but it seemed to be too much work for her and then she tried to speak.

"Mommy, Please.. Don't cry." Her mother nodded, trying to fulfill her daughter's wishes by holding back tears.

"I'm.. So cold..." The 11-year-old spoke once again. Rita closed her eyes tightly, she knew what was coming and it was killing her inside.

"Kelly, I want you to know that I love you with all my heart and I'm proud of you every single day." She said.

The child put out a little smile and her eyes started to droop but she started to talk, once again.

"I love.. You.." Before she could finish, her eyes closed all the way. Her heart monitor went flat, signaling that her heart beat had deceased. She closed her eyes and put her head down, letting go of her daughter's icy cold hand. Doctors rushed in and she stood up, moving to the back of the room letting them have more room. Rita stood there, a single tear silently falling down her face and landing on the floor.

The doctors soon gave up, seeing that they could not save the girl's life. Dr. Highson walked over to the mother, an upsetting look on his face and put his hand up on her shoulder.

"I'm extremely sorry, but, we could not save your daughter." He spoke. Rita closed her eyes, wanting nothing more than to open them and this all be just a terrible dream.

Her wish did not come true, she just opened her eyes looking into those of the doctor. Ms. Shimington didn't cry though, remembering the request of her daughter the doctor asked her to come with him and she did after taking one last look at Kelly's lifeless body and then exiting the room. Rita and Dr. Highson talked about the funeral arrangements and she had to sign many papers before leaving.

The following day, there was a report on the news that there had been a serious car crash, killing the only passenger. It was said that the person drove off the road, running straight into a tree at high speed and snapping their neck, killing him or her instantly. The body was identified as Ms. Rita Shimington whose daughter had also died the same exact day. Police could not determine if she had committed suicide but that was what they suspected.

Rita couldn't live with losing the only person she loved the most out of the entire world. Kelly was the person she lived for, and without her.. There was no reason to live.

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