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Curve ball,Swing,Miss. The Phillies fans booed as the players left the field. Then again, booing has been a custom the last 6 years. The 2015 season was over. The crowd piled out of the stadium, all with sad faces. But one face was particularly sad. It was the face of David Fabri. He bought the tickets off a man from the street, for he would be alone at the stadium. He slowly walked back to his family’s apartment. He looked at his watch. 11:34. His dad wouldn’t be back till around 2 or 3. He woke up the next morning, and turned on the tv in his room. Flipping through the channels, he breifly passed the news channel. For the 2 seconds he was watching the news, he saw enough. Enough to send him bursting in tears across the room. Enough
to see him bury his head under his pillow. Enough to find out his father had died in a car accident. The news went on saying “At 2:30 this morning, a drunk driver by the name of Joe Fabri, died in a devastating car accident.”

I wrote a lot of stories with random, depressing endings. makes me lol.

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What happened to us?
Like a single cloud
We were one
What was the rain that tore us apart?
What was the force that destroyed what once was?
Do you still remember me?
I was the boy you fell in love with
And the boy that you fell out of love with
I was the first boy you dated
And the first boy to dump you
Funny how I’m the boy in love with you now
And your the girl looking away
Our friendship was strong
But it seems that is peeling away
You were the person that I would fall back on
You were my safety net
You were my love
If I could only tell you

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The heat was almost unbearable, and the slow camel didn’t help much either. I looked through my aviators and smiled, I was finally doing what I dreamed of doing my whole life. I was journeying through the Sahara Desert.

I was alone and hoping to cross the desert to the city of Yamha by sunset. I knew if I didn’t get out by sunset, I would be doomed. As I looked down i thought of what the camel was thinking, heres my guess “Stupid humans, why cant they walk through 99 degree heat?” I got a small snicker out of that.

I reached for my water and was devastated when I saw there was only 3 gallons left, and one was for the camel. I decided that I am more important and I did not give the camel water, for this was a truly bad mistake.

It was 3 o’clock in the afternoon, and I had no idea where I was going. To make matters worse I found the reason there was only 3 gallons of water left, there was a crack in the jug. I did all i could to plug it. Just then, the camel collapsed

The end.

More poetry, INCOMING

I have tons more if anyone is still interested.

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Once in the air I turned, to make it look like I was merely flying over them.

That’s when I made the plane dive. Right towards Willton.This small farmers plane was perfect for killing a man. Just perfect.

I tried to unbuckle my seat belt, but it was jammed. I cried aloud. I used all my force to cut the seat belt, but I couldn’t do it.
Before I knew it, I had crashed, and I was in severe pain. I used all my force and finally broke the seat belt. I got lose, and looked around. The lot was empty. The 3 executioners and John Willton, were dead. I had done it. I saw my friends, huddled in a corner, and ran to them. They looked up and hugged me.

“We have to get out of here” I said.

We got into a nearby truck, and headed home. During the ride we were quiet. Just thinking about what we had witnessed. And what I have done.

“Nice job mate, you took down a insane man, and possibly an entire government.” My general said.

My plan worked.

But this war is only just starting.

Willtons army attacked and slaughtered every single one of the forces up North, and that was our main base. We were just 24 soldiers, and most of our men after the battle headed up to our main fort. I peered out side the building, and my heart sunk. Thousands of them. All lined up in front of this base. Our commander called it suicide attacking them. We then realized that about 17 soldiers had tried to escape earlier, without waking us. Their bodies were not far from the door.

Our commander dropped his gun, we did the same. We followed him out the door, and put up our hands. Wiltons army general was waiting for us there. He accepted our surrender, and put us in their trucks. We were being sent to Willson himself, we knew we were doomed. With no one in the truck, besides the driver, we brainstormed on what we could do.

Most of us had nothing. Most of us cried.

But I had a plan, a plan to go out in a blaze of glory.

And I could not them them know.

We slaughter them. We squeeze every last bit of blood from them as we can. They surrender. And we are rewarded half of their territory, the other half going to California territories. We are told to rest at a nearby base, as we are not told when we will be needed for battle.

There’s word that the Central North-American Republic (North) has this radical leader. He is a speaker of hate. And they all support him. Him name is John Willton. He speaks messages of hate about all other territories. He says messages like “Throw them in jail and kill them all!” I don’t know what to think about this, but I immediately compare him to Adolf Hitler. While undoubtedly, Hitler was a far worse of a man, this man seems like a present day, more rational, Hitler.

3 Weeks later.

I am woken up to fire. I am surrounded. I cant move at all. I exit my sub-dreaming mind and get up to see the whole front side of our small, wooden base on fire. My friend screams “Its Wiltons army, they slaughtered all our forces up North!”

Massive story incoming.

This is like an updated version of the original except gets more and more unprobable as the story progresses.

This is insane.
They say on the news of America splitting into 4. The East, the South, the North, and the West. They say words of America’s government falling, and war breaking out inside our own borders. I live in New Jersey, there’s word of us becoming “Atlantic America” I don’t understand. Maybe this whole thing will blow over. Maybe all will be forgotten…

3 years later.

I am rushed into war. They call us “The Blue Army”, dressed in blue. Head to toe. Men are not supplied uniforms, we supply our own. There is no training, no boot camp, no drills. Just battle. Women, children, and elders are forced into underground communities called Burrows, I hear its hell. Bad food, freezing temperatures, and violence from men trying to get in. I am pulled off the truck and sprinted into battle. Word is, the California Republic (West) is battling The Texas Republic (South). We make our plans to launch an attack on the South. We march towards Alabama, to attack this large army from behind.

The air we shared was blessed
But the air we shared was cold
I could see every breath
In the crisp cool air
The crickets chirped
Our dry lips touched
My cold hands rubbed
Up against your arm
The clock was motionless
The timer was on the move
This minuet
Second
Chance would not last forever

For us together
In this large world
Mean nothing to passerby
But everything for us
Our lips unlocked
The clock started to tick
Time was no longer motionless

MORE SHITTY POETRY YAY

Underneath the sky
You and me were..
Staring at the stars
In each others eyes
The clock struck 2
Our hearts struck love
You and me together
Under this graceful sky

As dark as the ocean
As bright as the sun
The sky was
But when Im with you
Everyday is just like this
When alone were powerless
When together we are one
For the world doesn’t matter
When we are one

LOL.

WAT.

This is coming from a 13 year old me, btw. I've changed, /lit/ don't worry.

Posting more..

Underneath the sky
You and me were
Staring at the stars
In each others eyes
The clock struck 2
Our hearts struck love
You and me together
Under this graceful sky

As dark as the ocean
As bright as the sun
The sky was
But when Im with you
Everyday is just like this
When alone were powerless
When together we are one
For the world doesn’t matter
When we are one

LOL.

WAT.

This is coming from a 13 year old me, btw. I've changed, /lit/ don't worry.

Posting more.

I got nothing but dirty looks,dirty words, and dirty expressions when I got to school. I met up with my friend Rob and chatted for a while.

1 year later.

The season was our best ever, final game of the season we won. Finishing 11 – 1. In the playoffs we played all undefeated teams. In the first round game we were playing the Georgetown Eagles. They jumped out ahead and stayed there until 1 min left in the 4th quarter. We ended up winning 54-51. In the locker the dirty looks vanished. No more names, or gestures. In fact I got positive comments from teammates.

When we came home to fight our next opponent, the New York Cappers, I was pulled aside after school facing one of their players. He looked at me and said “Lose on Friday” I said no. He pulled out a handgun from his coat pocket and said “How bout now” I said ok an ran off.

We played that night and crushed them 30-59. After the game I was pulled aside by the same player that threatened me before and he said “I guess you forgot what I said”

The end.

I just found my collection of poems OH FUCK ARE YOU IN FOR A LULZ.

2 parter I never finished. Makes me lol.

Young Jamar Wattess was born on July 5, 2007. It was a small town in the outskirts of Philadelphia. His mother was only 19 years old. 15 years later he went to the casual high school of the area,Washington High. He played point guard on there struggling basketball team, the Bees. This is where our story begins.

I called for the ball right out side the key with 4 seconds to go. Down 45-44, I ran in side a little and took the jump shot. The ball was in the air for what seemed like hours, the buzzer rang, and the shot banked off the rim. The opposing team celebrated. Our season was over, we finished 2-10. In the locker room the center,Matt Ryan pushed me against the wall saying “Nice job, nigger.” I kept quite and continued to get changed.

I went home to find my mother with another guy in my bedroom. God knows what they were doing. I lay down on the couch and took a nap. Today was a rough day, I knew tomorrow it was only going to get worse.

>>1115083

That's actually the end of that one. I have no idea why I ended it like that.

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>>1115081

A shorter, equally bad story.

I stumbled through the compartment in the car to find a flashlight. I zipped on my jacket and opened the door. The blizzard covered the road so much it looked like I’d never get out. I went to the car hood and opened it. I could barley see even with a flashlight. I fumbled through the engine pretending I knew what I was doing. Sometimes its fun to impress no one. I realized I couldn’t fix it, so I got back into the car. I thought that the cabin was only about a mile away so I decided to walk.

I hoped my friends waiting in the cabin would begin to look for me. After about 10 minuets of the -1 degrees weather, I could feel my face go numb. After what felt like 8 hours, I gotten my self no where. I looked off the high mountain and into the pine forest below. Soon I made a dumb mistake and got off the road, so I walked through the pine forest.

CHOPPY SENTENCES

CHOPPY SENTENCES, EVERYWHERE.

The war went on for another month when they died out. There was one town that spread the water out evenly. They lived only 4 months longer. The last man to die was Chris Deary, who was Joey Dearys son.

Before he died, he carved these words in the ground.
“All for one and one for all”

The End

WELL. HOW GREAT OF A STORY WAS THAT?

I have tons of other horrible writings from this age. Are you guys interested?

One the breakout of fights and war in their own country, soldiers had to do something. This is where our story continues.

My name is Steve Gren. I watched at houses,cars,and buildings burned down. There was nothing we can do. I got dressed and ran outside. There was the police station, still in tact. I ran in, got suited , and patrolled. Throwing smoke grenades, I could barely see my self. Behind me I felt the heat from the burning buildings,and I could smell the smoke. We had no choice but to skip the pellet guns and go to bullets. We fired at all the people causing harm. Including a 72 year old, lighting a fire.

The children cried with out their mothers,fathers or friends. I decided to get home, and lie down. Before i entered my door, I looked up and said “Oh my-” cut off from my sentence. The top floor impaled my body

OH MY.

HOW IS HE NARRATING THAT THE TOP FLOOR IMPALED HIS BODY IF HE IS DEAD?

WHO WAS NARRATOR?

July 4, 2086. No parties on this day granted the problem unspoken of remained hush till now. Americans where happy every since their own won the war for them. The countries new motto was “All for one and One for All” . Meaning one saved the country and all gave thanks for that brave man.

America thought they were in the clear, and they were. But the problem that came up was not expected. Americans realized that the water would not last forever. Granted that all the other countries had either migrated or reached their end, America was the only one standing.

As you might of guessed, the fight for water in their own country had begun.

UH OH.

LOOKS LIKE WE'VE GOT AN IMPROBABLE SCENARIO HERE. I WONDER WHAT HAPPENS.

When Joe Deary pulled the trigger facing the tank, what he hoped for came true. The hole apartment complex exploded killing him, the ambassador, and the heavily armored men. That left China with no choice but to surrender. They did, and USA took their water supply.

America thrived for about 5 more years when a new problem came about…......

THE PLOT THICKENS.

WHAT'S GOING ON? ARE WE GOING TO SWITCH TO ANOTHER PERSPECTIVE IN THE SAME STORY? I THINK SO.

I woke up and saw soldier body’s lie everywhere. I decided to not fool around any longer.

I went to the ambassadors palace, used my invisible cloak and sneaked in. Through hallways and hallways I walked until I saw him in the clear. I knocked him out and bagged him. I brought him to a small apartment center. I shoved him into the boiler room and walked in.

I tied him to chair and waited till he woke up. When he did I asked him to call off the attack. His reply was simple “no”. I threatened him for hours and hours. He said nothing. So I my gun out. I aimed it right at his head. But the second I was about to pull the trigger, I heard heavy footsteps running down stairs. The door opened and 5 heavily armored men stood pointing their guns at me. I simply stood back. And shot a one of the tanks in the room, hoping it would explode. Under my breath I whispered “All for one and one for all”

When USA heard that missiles where on their way, they gathered their army and headed to China. This is where our story begins.

I was sitting in the back of a large plane heading to China. My name is Joe Deary. We had left half of our army to defend the USA , sadly my friend Paul was one of them. I had to put that to the side and focus on what lies ahead. Me and the 20 other soldiers saw land, and knew it was time. We strapped on out chutes and jumped. Just as expected, they were waiting for us and shot immediately. We landed and took heavy fire. We knew it was going to be a long day.

I heard my buddy scream out “Joe! Come quick!”. I ran as fast as I could and saw a small Chinese boy lying in a puddle of blood. He was holding his arm tight. I lifted his hand off his arm and saw a bullet en lodged in his arm. I called a medic and ran behind a small building. Next thing i heard was what sounded like a explosion. I felt so much heat on my back. Next thing i knew, I passed out

STILL MORE TO COME.

SHITS GETTING INTENSE, HUH?

Okay, /lit/ for your enjoyment, I'm going to be posting the first...."story" I ever written. This is about 6 or 7 years old. I was around 13 at the time. It is hilariously horrible.

I hope you enjoy.

The date is December 12, 2064. It was the future dreamed of for centuries. When I say that I dont mean flying cars and hover boards, but just life being flat out better. There was no longer pollution, being that everything ran on water. However, I am going to take you a little farther into the future.

The date is July 7 , 2079. People begin to worry about the water. They are using so much water, scientists believed that in at little as 1 year, the earths water supply will be depleted. Still I am going to take you 2 years into the future.

The date is October 1, 2081. Just as the scientists predicted, the worlds oceans,lakes,rivers,and streams had vanished. Only 3 countries had the remaining water, and they were USA ,Canada,and China. Canada’s was just about gone , but USA had been supplying them and 2 other countries with water.

China had tons more water than everyone else, but they wanted more. So they declared war on the USA .

MORE TO COME.

>>866938
There'd be no reason to.

>>866936
sup arc