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Jack's Problem 1 by phobicphurry, literature

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Jack's Problem 1

Flash! Thunder clapped right behind it like the crowd's reaction after a magnificent symphony. It startled Abigail Dawson awake. She jumped out of bed, realising that rain was pouring onto the wood floor of the second floor of her Boston home. She leaned on the window sill, and tried to watch what was going on outside in the very early morning hours. A few minuted passed, and she saw a bright red coat stopping in front of her house, a pebble in the person's hand. Instantly, she recognized that it was an English soldier. But what was he doing here? Abigail tilted her head, trying to see the boy's face. He looked up at her window, almo

Truth Is... by phobicphurry, literature

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Truth Is...

Truth is, baby, I can't stand that was stand next to each other about ten minutes a day and we don't say a word. Truth is, sweetheart, this world doesn't accept my feelings for you. We'd be happy. I can feel it. Truth is, there's something in your eyes when ever you look at someone, only not me, that makes me wish I were them. Those that touch you have it good until them moment when you accidentally bump into me and I apologize, and you just say in the worst way possible "It's ok." Truth is, you're the perfection in my life lacking any flaw I can see. How I want to see your eyes meet mine, to twist my story like hot meta

Shopping, If You Wish by phobicphurry, literature

Game Seven by phobicphurry, literature

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Game Seven

Kristopher Allen Letang's hockey stick was clenched firmly in his hand as he skated off the ice, chastising himself. He knew everyone else had to have been, too, but he was definitely thankful that he didn't have to face the Caps and Ovechkin. That one could be left to the Lightning. Walking down the hall to the locker room, he bit his lower lip, he thought on what he could have done that would have made the team get a goal. There was something about Roloson that made it seem as if he was just a brick wall, impenetrable. It unnerved him. As he entered the locker room, he saw the real devastation, disappointment, and anger in his teamm

Instigation by phobicphurry, literature

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Instigation

I laughed, I knew things like this weren't real. I knew that it was just another kid, someone who didn't really mean anything to me. It had been going on all day, a sad prelude to prom, don't drink and drive, and I made fun of it. It was so fake. But there was one of them that I knew, and it was sort of sad, but I really didn't care. Then came the mock accident, and I wondered who was there, which student was lucky enough to be the object of 'concern,' they would mean nothing. They were just going to get up, smile, and people would clap for their wonderful dramatic performance. The 'drunk' driver got out of the car, hi

If by phobicphurry, literature

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If

If we fall apart like sandcastles kicked over by kids at the beach, at least I'll still know that we were once something. If we look into each other's eyes and find only love that can only happen between friends, I'll at least know I was loved. If you ever went away from me, I'm not quite sure what I'd do, even though it's inevitable, but I just don't want to think it could happen. If I ever left you, I could never forgive myself for tearing you apart and then it would kill me in more ways than one because I don't think I could ever realize how much I really love you. If we can't stand, holding each other up, how could w

Untitled by phobicphurry, literature

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Untitled

Nothing else matters anymore. when someone like you goes away and we can't get you back. Our lips tremble when it's not so fair, and we look to each other and to God for comfort, the comfort she now embraces. Times like these are when friends are the best thing that ever happens. But sometimes we remember the mortality of it all. It could happen to them. Please, God, please no. Tears stain my cheeks. So young. It isn't right. It's never right. But for such a nice girl... for such a nice family, it's not fair.

Hope-Praying for a Miracle by phobicphurry, literature

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Hope-Praying for a Miracle

We'll start the competitive mourning when they say there's not that much left of a life we take for granted. Maybe we're too foolish to think it could never happen to us, but I think out foolishness lies where we almost refuse to believe there's no hope. You are a friend, you are a sister, a daughter, a mother of children yet to be born, children that will change the world. And you're laying in a hospital bed, mother in hand, father at your knee, and your God above you as the angles weep solemn tears at your ever-awaited homecoming. We're not going to let you go. You mean too much to us, you're just a little girl, you're

Armageddon by phobicphurry, literature

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Armageddon

Darkness. Silence. That's all that surrounded my life those last few moments before the bomb dropped. I knew being in the blast zone was dangerous. I knew a long time ago, longer than this country itself had existed, that this entire city would be obliterated into a vast parallel of toxic gas, fumbling debris, and all-out chaos. But that was what I was made for. That was what all the Unsung were made for. We look like you, we sound like you, but most importantly, our reproductive system is the exact same, which is essential for our purpose. The only thing that is different is that we harbor the genetic that makes us indestructible.

Dance With the Devil 4 by phobicphurry, literature

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Dance With the Devil 4

I woke up the next morning way after he did. He was dressed, and was watching me sleep. "I'm sorry about that situation that you had to watch." "I shouldn't have run away from you in the first place. I'm sorry." "After the fact, you coming back like that was real brave. I'm sorry my most trusted man handled you like that." "You almost killed him." "Nah. I know my strength. You looked like you were in a bit of trouble, so I obliged." He smiled that odd Al Capone smile, and I shivered, remembering how evil this man was. He had a lot of blood on his hands, including my father's. You know what? "I'm sorry." "Doll face, what

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Jack's Problem 1 by phobicphurry, literature

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Jack's Problem 1

Truth Is... by phobicphurry, literature

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Truth Is...

Shopping, If You Wish by phobicphurry, literature

Game Seven by phobicphurry, literature

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Game Seven

Instigation by phobicphurry, literature

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Instigation

If by phobicphurry, literature

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If

Untitled by phobicphurry, literature

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Untitled

Hope-Praying for a Miracle by phobicphurry, literature

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Hope-Praying for a Miracle

Armageddon by phobicphurry, literature

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Armageddon

Dance With the Devil 4 by phobicphurry, literature

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Dance With the Devil 4

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The Unexpected Hat Trick Ch 2 by CheshCat13, literature

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The Unexpected Hat Trick Ch 2

Chapter 2 As we sat around the table of a small Greasy Spoon diner, one of many in the city, laughing about a story Sid was telling about the time I got stuck in a mud puddle outside my home in Spain, I couldn't help but get the nagging feeling that the past was going to catch up with me sooner or later. I pushed the thought away and shook my head a little bit. Max who was sitting right next to me leaned over with a concerned look on his face. "You ok, Reyna?" "Yeah I'm fine. Thanks." I smiled at him and I couldn't help but notice how blue his eyes were. I caught myself staring and I looked away quickly, blushing a little. I turned my atte

The Unexpected Hat Trick by CheshCat13, literature

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The Unexpected Hat Trick

"Attention passengers. This is your captian speaking. We will be arriving in Pittsburgh very shortly. We now ask that you please return to your seats, gather your belongings, and attach your seat belts. And as always thank you for flying Spanish Air." My head shot up at the sudden annoucement. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as I stretched my legs out in front of me. I looked down and admired how long, sleek, and tan they were. They were one of my best features. I looked out the window and watched as we decended down through the clouds. The airport came into view. A sigh escaped my lips. Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania; the last place I wanted to be

SH - Wish Upon a Star by HeartoftheTARDIS, literature

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SH - Wish Upon a Star

I was bored, I always was. Lying in the sofa, picking up my phone within a few moments of my fingers blurring across the keys, I knew here was nothing of interest in the outside world. John was being my blogger on the last case. I wasn't being challenged. No, my brain wasn't being challenged. John had locked away my gun and my laptop was in my room. I could be bothered to get it and asking John would be an insult to his intelligence. 'Bored' I mumbled 'What?' asked John, turning away from the screen. 'Bored' I said again, a little louder. Well, it's a clear night, no rain. Do you want to go for a walk?' he asked, trying to get me to d

The Recruit by KitKat44, literature

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The Recruit

The Recruit Al Capone sighed heavily, massaging his temples lightly with his fingers, as he sat at his desk in his central office. He was tired, very tired. He had been up since two in the morning, and he barely had it in him to stay awake, but he had to. He was awaiting the arrival of a potential recruit, and it was his job to get the youth to agree in joining the gang. Though, to tell the truth, that whole aspect didn't worry him much. True, the kid was reluctant to even make an appointment to come see Capone, but after a couple of well-placed threats, the kid agreed. He squeezed his eyes shut; his head was pounding. Oh what he wouldn't gi

A Thousand Years - 002 by MissKay12, literature

Literature

A Thousand Years - 002

Later on that afternoon, after school, I was walking back from my guitar lesson when I heard voices shouting… well, one voice as I turned a corner. I stopped and ducked behind a bush, my guitar case hitting me in the back of the knees. The shrill voice belonged to Sierra Montgomery, who was standing about ten yards off. "What do you mean, 'this isn't working'?" Sierra shrieked, throwing her arms up. "Sierra, I have been thinking; lots and I am sick and tired of you pushing me, let alone everyone else around! You've changed, and I am tired of having to put up with your rants. I'm sorry," The deep male voice belonged to Damian,

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Sports!
Well, I really love the Pens. And I'm secretly hoping that we never again have a USA-Canada gold medal game because I love Sidney Crosby and Max Talbot and Jordan Staal and Marc-Andre Fleury and *insert all other Pens cause I'm working on all of them.* Yepps. That's probably why I wasn't so mad when Canada won last Olympics.

Uh....Like the Steelers. Hines Ward and Troy Polamalu are my faves when it comes to them.

But I do watch tennis. Me likes Rafa Nadal and Roger Federeerererer. (that's what we used to call him when I was younger) and pretty much anyone else that people have heard of. But Rafa and Roger are the overall faves, unless and US guy/person(s) is playing.

I like school. It's fun. But I don't like homework. Especially when we have it every night.

I hate that I have become a bit of a fangirl of

I wish I were related to these people

Current Residence: Is really wishing Chicago...and you all know why.
Favourite genre of music: Rock/Alternative
Favourite photographer: umm....n/a
Favourite style of art: literature
Operating System: non-mac OSX
MP3 player of choice: Sansa
Shell of choice: give me those quesadillas, or I will hurt you with my limited Spanish!
Wallpaper of choice: you don't wanna know ;)
Skin of choice: I don't care. Why limit yourself, when there are so many tasty treats out there to enjoy?
Favourite cartoon character: You.
Personal Quote: "You're going to die!" "That's the least of your problems right now."

Favourite Visual Artist

I guess I don't have one?

Favourite Movies

NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM TWO: BATTLE OF THE SMITHSONIAN!

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Anything.

Favourite Writers

Pittacus Lore. hehe.

Favourite Games

Your mind. o.O

Tools of the Trade

a computer, and this totally disfuntional thing inside my cranium

Other Interests

That damn historical fiction...:D

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phobicphurry

May 5, 2011

Put Headphones in

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and listen to a whole lot of love.  My mentality is slowing dwindling into an epitome of nothingness.

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phobicphurry

May 1, 2011

Something that Bothers Me

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I'm a Catholic.  Here is a basic outline of our faith: God loves us.  Some people say that he can't because he lets us die and such.  Yepps.  There's a thing called science.  It's wonderful.  We also have a free will.  God knows what we will choose, but it can change (sort of) because we can choose to follow him, or to not follow him. We do not worship Mary.  We honor her.  We worship her son, the savior of the world, who died on a cross so that we could live with God in heaven.  That is proof right there that God loves us. We're based off the Bible.  But we're not taking it literally (at least not all of it).  Unfortunately, people think

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phobicphurry

Apr 4, 2011

I am thinking

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Sooo...I was thinking of maybe starting an Al Capone fanfiction.  Probably gonna continue Chapter, as well.  But Al Capone was like Colton Harris Moore of the 20's.  He was a dirt bag.  And it was kinda Night at the Museum 2 that got me going into the whole OMG Al Capone.  Can anyone tell me how he got around being found out for his murders and prohibition violations?  I'm not getting that one.  PLEASE TELL ME! *edit* ahahahahahahaha.  My historybrain failed me.  THEY CAN'T GO TO THE SOUP KITCHENS CAUSE THEY DIDN'T EXIST IN 1925!