| Inspired by the song "Automatic" by Tokio Hotel. I really love how this turned out. Listening to the song while reading this helps set the tone.  |
Automatic
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Don't BlinkOur StoryDon't Blink
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The End.
Did you miss a moment? Did you blink? If you closed your eyes, then you probably missed a lifetime worth of memories. Live every second like every day is your last. You never know when your story can be ended so suddenly. You never know if it's going to last forever, or if something--or someone--will write your "The End." Live life to the fullest. Live out every precious moment. And don't forget to keep your eyes open the whole time.
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Your Arms Feel Like HomeLaurence walked into the office of his Russian business associate. He was told that he would be there soon, and was allowed to stay in the office while he waited. Logan and Duncan were inside as well, but they made themselves invisible within the shadows and corners of the room. They were ready to jump into action if the time came.Your Arms Feel Like Home
The office reminded the young man of a fancy bedroom. The desk looked cleaned and organized to perfection. The walls were decorated with intricate and expensive-looking paintings while furniture held priceless artifacts. A black leather loveseat and armchair surrounded a small coffee table where two cu
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Tired of Being SorryHe was late, and he knew it. Laurence always seemed to be late recently. Whether it was because a meeting with clients went late, or because a problem arose that caused delay, Laurence would come home to find Cecile already in bed and refusing to talk to him. He promised that tonight would be different. She had planned to make a huge Thanksgiving feast for their guests and themselves. He invited Duncan and Logan to bring their wives and children to his house to enjoy the holiday, and had let them go home early so they could make it on time. Cecile's eagerness made Laurence just as thrilled for the Thanksgiving holiday.Tired of Being Sorry
What Laure
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PunkedLaurence heard the spray can of blue hair dye falter and die as it finally emptied. In the mirror, the young man saw that his once blonde hair was now a bright blue, complimenting his eyes. The rest of Laurence's outfit consisted of ripped jeans tucked into combat boots, a frayed black shirt with a gray vest over it, fishnet gloves that went to his elbows, and colorful bracelets on each arm. The young man started to put in his fake piercings, one in his nose, and two in each year.Punked
"Cecile!" he called out to the bedroom. "Are you finished yet?"
"Almost!" the young woman answered. "Just give me another minute, kay?" &n
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Her Morning GlowLaurence felt his mind slowly reach reality as he drifted out of his sleep. He tried his hardest to cling to the doze that he was once in, for he didn't want his wonderful dreams to come to an end. Because of the sun shining so brightly into the room, Laurence couldn't hold onto his dream any longer. He grudgingly opened his eyes a crack, waiting for them to get used to the light and for the sleepy blur to go away. He didn't want to admit defeat to the morning sun, but unfortunately couldn't get his mind to stop buzzing with awakened awareness.Her Morning Glow
As the blonde came out of his stupor, he became aware of what position he was in and
by *nikkynikki
Caramel Apples and CupcakesLaurence smiled as he watched the children running around the park in their Halloween costumes, some holding toys while others had bags of candy. It wasn't the holiday quite yet, but there was a festival going on that invited anyone and everyone who wanted to come and join the merriment. Laurence was convinced by Cecile to come to the festival and have a break from work to enjoy the crisp autumn air. After playing a few games and winning some prizes of their own, the couple was walking hand-in-hand through the park while watching the people around them and talking nonsense. No one seemed to notice that the blonde in jeans and a jacket was a wCaramel Apples and Cupcakes
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One Step Closer"Don't come any closer," Laurence threatened to the detective in front of him, backing away as he said it.One Step Closer
"Or what?" the young man challenged, following the criminal carefully. His glasses flashed in the light.
Laurence glanced around the parking garage, but saw no leverage that he could use against the detective to make him listen. Gun threats wouldn't work, for the detective had a gun himself. He was smart enough to come alone, so Laurence couldn't put a partner's life on the line. The detective had a gun in his grasp, ready to shoot Laurence he needed to. All the criminal had on his side was his trusty pistol and
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Zoom Into MeIs there anybody out there walking alone?Zoom Into Me
Is there anybody out there out in the cold?
There she was, just like every other day-walking ahead and escaping my reach. It was freezing cold outside, and she'd walk around with just a thin sweater on her delicate-looking frame. The harsh winds would blow her hair all around her face, whipping it against her flushed cheeks. I wanted to know what she could possibly be thinking to make her not notice the cold winds sending pinpricks against her bare skin. What could possibly be going through her head to cause her to stare at the cold cement and not dare to look up at the world arou
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Lemon Butter CookiesCecilia was baking cookies when they first came knocking.Lemon Butter Cookies
The waft of thick cookie batter and the smoke from her tiny oven had brought them, they told her. She knew that look. And anyway, they seemed to need the food more than her overweight aunt did. When the cookies were done, she served them, with the best of her compressed tea leaves and trembling hands. They ate them as if they hadn't eaten anything for the last five days. By their bony wrists, she assumed as much.
When they filed out, they thanked her with hollow eyes and hollower words. She slammed the door close once she deemed them out of hearing range. She
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Sometimes when I edit I'll start reading everything but accidentally skip the non-dialogue and descriptions so I only have to read what they're saying out loud.
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I'm a sparkly vampire!  Name: I bet you can't ever guess.  DOB: 24.3.1994 Height: Maybe like 5'4? Heritage: Maltese and German Occupation: High school student  Likes: horror, gore, lions, monkeys, music, shoes, necklaces, black nail polish, tattoos, doodling, making fun of Twilight, acting like an idiot. Dislikes: lying (even though I do it all the time), my fake smiles, fakes, people who change to satisfy everyone but themselves, new TV shows. |
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- Current Residence: My fantasy world where reality means nothing
- Interests: photography, writing, reading, listening to music,spending time alone
- Favourite movie: I don't really have one, but I love horror and action movies
- Favourite band or musician: Way too many to list, but I really love Gorillaz and Tokio Hotel
- Favourite genre of music: Rock, alternative, punk rock, hard rock, alternative rock
- Favourite poet or writer: Changes too much to be specific
- Favourite style of art: No specific favorite because each style has a great attribute
- Operating System: Windows Vista
- MP3 player of choice: iPod Touch
- Shell of choice: Turtle shells :D
- Wallpaper of choice: Whatever I feel like at the time, so it varies
- Favourite gaming platform: Heh, don't play video games ^^;
- Favourite cartoon character: Old cartoon characters are my favs
- Personal Quote: I'm the lamb in a world full of lions.
- Tools of the Trade: my mind, a pencil but preferably a pen, my keyboard, and my camera
- Website: http://www.fictionpress.com/~writtenautomatic
- Email: ToxicLove@vampirechurch.zzn.com
- MSN: Angel-o.f-Darkness@hotmail.com
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