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Dancing through the crowd Trying to pass through Grinding pumping, Follow his smouldering eyes... my stare locked! my hearts thumping To the beat of the music. Pulse is racing Im flowing to the beat Hips are swinging Surrounded by heat To the beat of the music His eyes pulling me to him, His moist pouting lips following dark green eyes, we meet, he takes hold of my hips. To the beat of the music Two bodies pressed close, touching, unbuttoning his shirt our
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Frank had wanted to call my parents the next day, I however had pleaded with him to leave them to their romantic weekend. My reasoning of course wasn’t totally selfless, I wanted more time to think of a way to spin the situation, maybe convince Frank that my parents didn’t need to know. He had however insisted on letting someone in my family know, in case the police had gotten through to my parents, and they were worried. I knew they wouldn’t have, as I gave a fake number, but I wasn’t about to
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“You best had have a good explanation for this!” Frank spoke or rather growled as he passed his glare over each of us. “I… but we…” I said looking for help, turning I noticed Jane had apparently lost her usual articulate voice, with swellings and cuts all over her face… she wasn’t the vivacious friend I knew and B! B was just kind of sat there… not really taking anything in, his head bandaged; I could barely look at him. “I got nothing” I finished looking down at an apparently very interestin
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“Lukas?” I repeated her question. “I thought you were at work?” Jane asked, obviously not understanding why he was at this “party”. “No, I’m…” He started to reply as someone came through the back door. “Lukas, hurry up, I wanna…” Chris began as he entered the kitchen. Turning to see Jane and me, he became mute and just stared wide eyed at us. “Ok…. This is awkward.” I decided to try and break the silence. “Dude got any uppers?” the drunk guy from in the hall staggered into the kit
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"Mom! Where are my jeans?" I hollered out. "Which ones?" "Never mind, found them!" I answered as I slipped a loose fit pair of CK jeans over my hips, just so a small amount of my boxer shorts were showing. Grabbing a white T, I ran down the stairs for the front door, grabbing my keys off the hall table. "Whoah! Where are you off to in such a hurry?” Mom asked. “I want you to start looking at colleges, you graduate this year and you can never be too prepared!" "Jane, coffee, back for
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As Brandon opened my bedroom door he leaned across the frame while glancing at the floor, a light smirk crossing his lips. My mouth went dry and all I could do was stare as he lifted his gaze to mine, his eyes ablaze. He slowly sauntered across the room and huskily breathed "Hey". "H- H- hi," I choked out, the blood rushing from my head elsewhere. As he loomed over me, the raw sexual energy emanating from him was making me dizzy. He's here, he's forgiven me. We just held our stare for minu
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"Hey there." I smiled at Chris His demeanour was withdrawn, almost nervous, his head tilted downwards as if he were too nervous to look me in the eye. His gaze rose to meet mine. "Hey." he smiled back. He had such a cute smile, enhanced by the way his sweet lips curved to form a set of dimples. "You gonna let me in or not?" He asked. A gleam in his eye told me that he'd noticed that I'd been staring. To hide my embarrassment I pulled him into the house, wrapping my arms around him. H
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"Morning, Dad," I mumbled stirring my cup of tea. "Good morning to you too, son. Late night?" Dad chuckled as he sipped his glass of OJ. "Guess you could say that..." I was still mumbling but I'd be fine after a cup. "I think we'll just run today then." Dad decided, thumbing through the paper. It was 7am on a Saturday, over summer vacation no less, and I, as always, was awake. This was normal and I was used to it; I was a morning person after all. However, after being awake until 4am
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"Shit!" "Brett." "Shit Shit SHIT," I said, getting more emotional with each word. "BRETT! Calm down, please! It'll be fine." "How Jane? How's it gonna be fine?" "He was just shocked." "He was fucking disgusted, is what he was. I love Brand... I... I just..." I felt totally defeated. "I don't want him to hate me... I cant... I cant take him hating me.” When I stopped speaking I just sat there silently. Jane wrapped her arms around me and said, "Hun, I know he's upset, but he
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Oh God, she knows! Should I deny it? She won't fall for it if I do, surely? Shit! What if she tells Brand? He'll definitely hate me. What if she... she must, or at least find me weird. I mean, how would you react to finding out your gay boyfriend fancies your bother? As I tried desperately to maintain my composure and look Jane in the eye, these thoughts raced through my mind. "Uh um," I stuttered out, "I.. I, erm, I'm just going to the bathroom." I managed to blurt out. Standing up abrupt
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I walked down the stairs, after a long morning shower. I couldn't stop thinking about Jane, and more importantly Brandon; everywhere I looked there was a memory. From the staircase that all three of us had run up and down and played tag on as children, to the table in the centre of the entrance hall, which I’d cracked my head open on - now that was a memory. Brandon and I had been going through the wrestling phase, and somehow he’d flipped me, causing me to land head first into the corner of
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The night of my Birthday, I lay in bed with the events of that day running through my mind. I’d never wanted to be gay nor truly accepted my sexuality, though I knew for sure that something was different when I was eight. Whilst Jane went off to some camp, possibly involving cheerleading, Brandon and I had been sent to football camp. The first realisation of my difference from normal boys came when Brandon decided that we couldn't say that we loved one another anymore. At the age of eight we’
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Seventeen years! Seventeen long, confused, and altogether messed up years. That would be the best way that I could describe the journey that has been my life up until my seventeenth birthday. At seventeen you're supposedly meant to have the world at your feet, the future’s meant to seem bright, and hell I should probably be getting laid. Well, how very un-cliché my life is then. If life as a teenager is meant to feel like you're starting your life, why on earth do I feel like it’s all going t
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"Seventeen years! Seventeen long, confused, and all together messed up years. That would be the best way that I could describe the journey that has been my life up until my seventeenth birthday." For Brett Moore, turning 17 isn't a happy time. He's trying to come to terms with the fact he'd much rather be with his girlfriend's twin brother. Accepting himself, and coming out seem a long way off, until of course its done for him.
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Cold and dreary Icy to the touch her voice drawn and eerie he pushed her to much He pushed and prodded forced her to far made her snap and leave him dead with that scar Silent and shy she was petit and weak that young girl quiet and meek His fetish was fulfilled with that slender young throat... that wanted desperately, a new crimson coat He pushed and tortured defiled and beat, to the mantra of "you deserve this my sweet" so often she heard this sh
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The taking of childhood innocence, a macabre poem.
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Chapter 5 Ok, I’ll be fine, I’ll just tell him the truth! Yeah! The truth… I mean that always works well right? So you’re a witch? Apparently you don’t seem to know this… and by the way we don’t know why or how, also demons want you, well no… they want all witches, we’re apparently like soul mates or something like that, and I love you… James glanced down at Jason, in his horizontal state, as he thought this. He walked through the hallway, levitating Jason’s unconscious body towards the lounge.
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Ow! What the hell’s going on? Jason thought as he began to regain consciousness, his head was spinning, and it hurt to open his eyes, yet he felt warm, safe. He held his head, opening his eyes and trying to focus, he noticed one of the most beautiful yet scary looking women he’d ever seen, a pretty face, surrounded with a cascade of brilliant auburn hair, white glowing eyes, and surrounded by an aura of brilliant blue light. He felt drawn to this unknown figure, or perhaps to the young man stand
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Gliding invisibly through the air, Elle was keeping a lookout for any sign of James. She knew that he was in the area somewhere, she could sense him, she just couldn’t pin point him. “Come on James! Where the hell are you?” Elle whispered to herself. As if by coincidence, a bright white light suddenly shone from far below, a beam of brilliant white, piercing the night sky, cascading into a kind of bubble at its base. “Nice one babe!” Elle chuckled. Facing the ground below, she willed
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Previously; Raising its balled up hand and spinning it open, it’s black palm began to glow and slowly an orb of pure brilliant fire began to form, swirling and twisting. It threw the fire ball into the air and caught it several times, before laughing once more. “Too easy.” Taking aim it threw the ball of flames at Jay. “Goodnight witch!” --------------------- “Elle! Would you just shut up and listen?” James snapped down the phone. “Ok, sorry. It’s just… I mean… I-“ “ELLE
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“SHIT! How am I going to get out of this? How in hell did this happen? Oh god he’s getting nearer!” Were the panicked thoughts that flew through Jason Barnette’s mind, as he ran for what he felt was his life. His feet pounding the concrete paving beneath him, he felt no tiredness, no pain, void of all feeling but the white-hot sickliness that creeps through your body, causing your veins to turn icy from fear. All he knew at that moment that turning down the dead end alley had been a mistake.
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“SHIT! How am I going to get out of this? How in hell did this happen? Oh God he’s getting nearer!” panicked thoughts flew through Jason Barnette’s mind as he ran for what he felt was his life. His feet pounding the concrete paving beneath him, he felt no tiredness, no pain, void of all feeling except the white-hot sickness that creeps through your body causing your veins to turn icy in fear. All he knew at that moment was that turning down the dead end alley had been a mistake.
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The best place in Manchester for people to meet is either at Piccadilly train station - end of the line for most people, with direct trains from the airport etc., or the gardens. Piccadilly gardens are a 5 minute walk from the station, open and bright. We could meet by the infamous Queen Victoria statue or something.
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So I've not been active in AGES! I can thank finals and graduation for that, but anyways, heres a pic or two from graduation night Champagne and Cigars! Oh yeah I be some kinda classy!
