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He didn't reply and immediately she thought: they've got him and now they're coming for me. 

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He didn't reply and immediately she thought: they've got him and now they're coming for me. 

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He didn't reply and immediately she thought: they've got him and now they're coming for me. I look around the room, the knife wound in my stomach made it diffucult to stand form the bed. when i do the white sheets are stained with a red metallic shine. I slowly move towrads the door. da ding da ding. I reach for my burner phone in my pocket i look at the new message and fine that the number is unkown and mysterious. It reads; wree coming for you youre gonna die were gonna have 10x more knives and youre head on my wall, we;'ve also killed youre brother youre mum youre dad all youre family and youre boyfriend you have no one left no one at all." oh no i think as my screen turns black. i slowly start towrds my hotel door and start coughing up blood. all i have to do is get to my motorbike and run away. But i fall to the ground and vomit blood. the iron tastse fills my mouth and i drown in the feeling of death and hopeless ness this is the end. i think as the pull the knife from my stomach. and i ;ay in the pool of blood that souuround me on the hard cold woodedn floor boards. My eyes close and form togther opening once to never open again.

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flamigo pink deck clink clink, champagne glasses flush together being this young is art on sunrise boulivard.

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drip drip drip, sweat beads fall to the ground a small lake of of human weakness. the same beads cling from skin to cotton a dark balnket that covers and hugs and twisted around the warmth of the human flesh a boa, smelling the mix of tears a sweat gathering on skin. a lock on the door taking the air out of the lungs of a despreate human cclwaring at the dark humid space a whimpering growl short and unfinished always the last thing they hear before the rest their head on the hard pilllow of bones.

DRAFT 2

a black blanket of view static colours flow through it fireworks of green noen pink and the whole spectrum of the rainbow. the airrrrr comes through qiuck like a dgger slicing throgh the throat. Escaping in small wheezes the blanket a boa constricter curling around ready for its next prey stealing the oxygen from the lung with hugs that peirce the skin. bentah a the last punched out growl the next victim falls to the ground now forever sleeping on a cold bed of bones.

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strenghts

making worlds and stories

weakness

not being able to bring them to life or finish them

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He stood in the playground looking down at his untied shoe laces. boys and girls rushed past him playing things like tiggy and who knows what. But he just kept slowly circling the school playground dragging his feet along the ground. Nobody stopped to see what he was doing or if he was ok so he continued cicling the playground with his head held low and droopy shoulders. He played with his fingers pulling them and squeezing them because he had nothing better to do. minutes felt like hours as he waited for the bell to go. But it felt like it would never come. Then at the corner of his eye he saw a kid sprinting past him. and everything went black.

when he woke up later the blinding white lights of the sickbay hurt his eyes and all he could feel was a sharp knife stabbing the back of his head, and the taste of metallic blood in his mouth. "urrrghhh" was was one of two things that came out of his mouth that and the blood that had been clogging up in his mouth for ho knows long.

He sat there staring at the blinding clean white cleiling and watching the minutes tick by on the clock on the wall as no one came to check up on him.

He could here the sound of children laughing and playing in the school yard. Geez how long have i been out for? He slowly stood up his head spinning as he did so. He could see a glimpse of a deep blue hat out the window and he stumbleded towards the door to see who it was.

" jeremy" a quiet voice came from the doorway. His vison cleared and he could see wustasomething. 'wustasomething?" he asked. " Oh jeremy I'm so sorry i didn't meant to-" Jeremy pulled her in for a hug. it didn't matter that she gave him a concussion or that his head still hurt he had a friend that he would totally get back at one day.

they went outside together and played rectangles and te nurses were very worried when they couldn't find jeremy in the sickbay.

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She slid through the people, surfing the crowds wave with a silent purpose. Ghosting and haunting the fine casino lounge of the ---. hovering over enarby games of pool and three man's jack, she moved with dignity grace and death in her bones.

She spots a glimpse of the man with the rounded belly sticking through his shirt. Eyes open with the ecastesy of a 13 year old who'd just gotten their first taste of cheap hard liqour.

A lioness stalking her prey in the crowds of people, she hides between luxury fake fur coats, and waiters with plates of champagne, of which she slippes and glass from his unsuspecting glance.

The man waddled from his group of assoicetaites drunkenly stumbling to the bathroom with a stupid look upon his face. She follows and no one notices because who would notice a knife at the back of their throat in the bathroom. Augusutsus helivarire certainly didn't, and no one expected a girl for the house of the white rose to be cabalbe of killing mayrire 3rd richestest merachnt.

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5 red foxes Group name

Gang group name, Peacock

He strutted into the room, pride blooming in his chest making himself look appear larger than the largest peak on Preysberiara. Through the doorway he could see a glimpse of a long slender woman with rose red lips and a tight black dress over on the other side of the bar. Chips clinked on fine green felt tables, fists slammed against finely aged wooden tables, as laughter drools from the mouth of the victor. when he looked back at her she was gone, vanished with the wind like a mayflower on windy summers day.

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The black screen stared back at me
an overwhelming guilt swallowing me deep.
I spill out my words trying to change the way things have been,
but I can't help but feel uncomfortable with the colour of my own skin.
I'm damned if i do and dam'n if I don't,
a sea of black and white sepearted by yes or no.
I'm the priveleged white dude who never had anything to be critized for
now that I'm a steorotypicall white
I'm wrong if i'm wrong but I'm wrong when I'm right.
My instagram post, angry hate filled words in my comments,
a good idea turned bad in moments.
the black screen stared back at me
guilt filled my lungs not letting me breathe.

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Her breathing slowed, Get yourself together. She thought. She could feel her heart racing through her chest. A sharp pain when breathing: a knife piercing into her lungs with every breath she took.  Her rose hand towards her chest, bumps and valleys of broken flesh and skin underneath her silk top.

HE stared at her, hunched over and struggling for breath. What have I done? The air seemed