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Do you see that man walking down the street? No, the other one, from whom your eyes naturally pull away. Hard to focus on, isn’t he?

This isn't even a real essay. It's probably the worst in terms of grammar that I've written in years. Usually, when I write, I try to put emotion and a sort of magic in the words. Here, I tried to avoid emotion and magic was the last thing on my mind. I tried to create almost a listing of the facts. But here you go, my excuse as to why I've been hiding the last month or so. 

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We pulled into a small parking lot.

By this time Kayla's face was of excitement, sense she knew by the surroundings where we were going to spend the afternoon, and lunch. The park where we first met.

“It's nice not having to eat in a crowded restaurant for once,” I said, hearing bird calls and taking in the smell of coming rain.

“Yeah, I just wish we could spend the time longer, thanks a lot rain!” Kayla said to the clouds, smiling playfully.

My sister and I, along with a few aquaintances, are making a movies spoof on The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. However, we are having trouble agreeing on a name for the good Knight, Aslan's character. Is there any interesting, but slightly nerdy name, that we could use? Any help would be welcome. Thanks!
Maybe, if we get around to it and the script is written fairly soon, we might post it on here. :)

Jackie West,
Co-Director, Unepic Productions

P.S. Are there any sites where I could find names for villains and bad guys in my stories?

She tries to see

With one eye

Into the leaded glass

A foggy life

A quiet struggle

She watches as they pass

Living life

As she'd like to

When things go way too fast

But she draws back

Denied again

And off away she's cast

Fire blackens, souls burn

Unto this everlasting hurt

And your words only made it worse

Without him you can't fare

Demons dance across hearts' stair

Stop your breath, they took the air

Along with him, and all you care

Laugh along he would

For he didn't do what all he could

Instead he left you, as he should

And you are broken, an endless wood

Of scarce hope and despair

His deep scars you now wear

Upon their dancing glare

They warned you, he would tear

Emilie was decked out like a wedding cake, and she would be eaten like one too. Her gown was almost completely white, with bits of lace, puffs, and ruffles at the bottom. It was loaded with soft pink ribbons, like icing. She could hardly breathe, but she was screaming, screaming inside.

 Hello everyone, here is my first story on apricot pie. I hope you enjoy it. I have another story to post but it is much longer. So enjoy!

The Bet

My companion stood against the wall next to the gate, so as not to let the light of the windows upon him. I began edging nearer to the wall’s end. Looking down the streets, I saw nothing but the crisscrossing of shadows and light. I strained my ears to hear any other sound than the melody of the waters. There was nothing but my own breathing. I glanced behind for just a moment. The ivy still hung lifelessly and the water was still faintly seen in the dark. I wanted to speak, but I waited a little longer.

In fifteen minutes, at midnight on the thirteenth of Delution, the Guabancexian Parliament will execute the infamous criminal River Song.

The Guabancexian Parliament believes that I am River Song.

I place my hand above my left breast to feel the heart beating fast enough to power a spaceship. But there’s nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. I am in a cage of glass, less than a meter wide and two tall. Just enough room for me and my executioner.