Tainted.

Even the prettiest flowers can be tainted.
Even the most pristine clothes can be stained.

Even the most beautiful hair can be tangled.
Even the best bracelets can be mangled.

Even the greenest of grass can have weeds.
Even the toughest guys can be weak.

Even the lovelist eyes can shead tears.
Even the fullest lips can produce sneers.

Even the fullest package can lack.
Even the best crafted façades can crack.

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fictionpress, devaintart, personal blog;
all updated.


xoxo

-{mari}

Claustrophobia.

Claustrophobia

So many people...there were so many people.

She turned around, desperate for some refuge where her body could numb out.

The noise...so much noise.

Her migraine raged. Any noise, the shoes on the freshly-washed floor, the rumble of voices in the hallways, and even her own thoughts, set off another pulse of excruciating pain.

She turned again, trying to spot a familiar face.

There was none. She was alone, but the room was crowded.

She could barely breath. Suddenly the florescent lights were blinding to her eyes.

She swallowed; her mouth was dry now.

Tears of fright and anger gathered in her eyes. She blinked them back to the best of her ability.

She tried to calm down; she had to get out.

She took a few steps, noticing the glass double-doors for the first time.

She ran out without a second though, gulping down the fresh air.

It was sad that her insecurities and claustrophbia had escalted to this effect.
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I'm claustrophobic. :/

signed,
Mari,
Hollywood Reporter.

Fanfiction, and photography!

Chapter 10 of Collision: Time

BPOV

“You two are so cute!”

“Aren't they?” Alice shrieked. “They have the cutest moments, too.”

Everyone nodded.

Edward was beaming, his eyes were sparkling. He moved next to me and put his arm around my waist. He leaned down to whisper in my ear, “I--

He stopped because everyone was watching us.

“What?” Edward and I said in unison.

Alice broke out in giggles, “Awww!”

My nose scrunched up in embarrasment. I turned and hid my face in Edward's neck.

“Awww!”

“Stop!” Edward and I said in unison, again.

Edward chuckled, “I feel like I'm on one of those TV shows where they put cameras in the house and everyone watches me.”

“Me too.” I whispered.

Alice and Shaina were having a debate on something else, but Esme was still watching us. She beamed. Edward beamed back, and I smiled softly.

“Now, why don't we get back to working out the ‘war’?”

EPOV

We all froze.

“What exactly are you doing here?” I asked vemonously.
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That's only a bit, it's a teaser. :D

signed,
Mari,
Hollywood Reporter.

Photography?!

Im really getting into fashion portraits and photography right now :D

signed,

Mari,

Hollywood Reporter.

fanfiction

Seeing as this is, essentially, a writing blog, and all it's been is intros and links recently, I feel that I should post some writing.

Chapter 20 of Superbia:

He was standing there.

Just there, looking at me pitifully with his dark eyes.

“You came,” he murmured, stepping towards me and reaching his arm out towards me.

“Don't.” I said, flinching away.

He lowered it. “But it's okay, now, Bella!” He said happily. “Alice is coming back!”

“She is?!” I asked, momentarily shocked.

“Yes!” He smiled beautifully. “And she and Jasper can get married again, and you and I can be together again, and Flynn will be happy to have Alice happy, and then we can all be happy again, and go back to normal and be happy again!”

He looked so hopeful, so sure of all of this, as 'happy' flew from his lips repeatedly, that I hated myself more than ever for letting the next words slip through my pink lips.

yeaaahhh...

deviously deviant?

I figured since Mari posted her deviantART on here, that I should put mine on too :) Enjoy.
My deviantART

xxx

New Linkage.

There's a few new links that need to be shared.

http://www.bloggers-heart-books.blogspot.com

http://mari-xx.deviantart.com.

The first is the new book-review blog, created by Lanna. The second is my deviantART. I'm sad to say that I'm already obsessed with DeviantART after one day. Thanks a lot, Nia. ;D

Also, If Sammy is reading this, please send me all of the parts to our co-author story that you have. Or I could send you mine.

Yeah.

Laters!

signed,
Mari,
Hollywood Reporter.

Mia,

Hi :) I'm Mia.
I really suck at introduction posts, and I hate writing them, but I need to if I want to be part of this awesome shared blog. :D
So, I'm thirteen, born on July 27th 1995.
I live in Canada. In a small town, where nothing exciting ever really happens.
I have awesome friends, and am lucky that I don't really have anyone to hate, and I don't think anyone hates me. Dislikes me, maybe, but hate, no.
I do have, one strange ex-boyfriend though. He's pretty much all I blog about. Not in a good way though. I just ramble on and on about him.
So I'm surprised that a few people actually read my blog, but I'm thankful. Very. I just met some of you, and I already feel as if, after a long, boring day at school, I can sign on to blogger, post about something that isn't interesting in the least bit, and get awesome comments. I already feel like I, belong here. Kinda. (: And, for me, to feel like I belong somewhere, that's something rare.
Well, anyways, I love music. It's one of the things I couldn't live without. I play the piano, I have been for about six months. My Ipod, Bob, is with me almost 24/7. And it depresses me when he runs out of battery.
I've been told that I'm a complicated person, and I think I am. I may seem like a normal, fun loving teenager, that's always happy. But, I'm not. There actually is so much that goes through my mind, that nobody knows about. And I don't tell people, I keep it bottled inside, because I don't think anyone would get me. That's why I started my other blog, to spill everything, and hope that there would be someone to help, someone to understand.

Okay, I'm going to stop being all corny and stuff.

My other blog; www.mxxo.blogspot.com
My email/msn; mx--95@hotmail.com

Well, that's it.

xxx

leesh (:

hey all.

well, i finally got this to work for me (:

okay well as most of you know, my named alicia but everyone calls me leesh or leesha for short. i get the occasional leeshie too.  im in year eight and 14 years old. i have a bunch of crazy friends. it seems to be a time in my life where a lots going on, mainly due to robert. who is the guy i like if any of you didn't know. i'm into music and all that. i love to sing..

i'm not sure what else i should write here!

ciao xx

I just got a blog.

Hey guys, it's Kate. I just got a blog today, obviously. Please follow and comment.

I'm 13, and in 8th grade. You can read about me on my blogger profile or whatever,

So, by the way, I have a YouTube account, an AIM screenname, and a MySpace. My YouTube channel is : www.youtube.com/soccershorti717. Ask me for my screenname or MySpace personally; I'm not gonna post it up here.

So anyways, check out my blog. I only have one post, and it's pretty much just about the people in my life, but it's only an intro.

-Kate Broflovski

Sam...?

I feel strange making myself the subject of an entire post.
But oh well.

I always enjoy reading introductory posts on other blogs; I find it interesting to see how people perceive/describe themselves. Maybe that's just me.
I don't really like writing them, though... I tend to ramble off subject and come off as an idiot (see?). Hah, anyways.

Well, for those who don't know, and there's about 5.99999 billion (out of 6 billion?) of you out there, I'm Sam. Which, in case you're wondering, is short for Samantha. But nobody calls me that.
I'm fifteen, turning sixteen next April... and I live in the magical land of Oz. Gotta love the flying monkeys and whatnot.
I've been telling stories ever since I could form words in my mouth; literally. I've wanted to be an author for six years now, and not much has changed.

Uh, there's really not much I can talk about-- I don't really have any talents or special abilities to define myself. I like writing, but I'm nothing special.
I also enjoy making people laugh by voicing random stuff, and I like to think I accomplish that, sometimes. I love to put smiles on peoples' faces.

I can't really say I'm optimistic or pessimistic, because it varies with the days. Lets just say I'm a realist, and stick to that. I'm happy when things are good, and upset when they suck. That's all there is to it; my moods are generally pretty easy to figure out.

In my opinion, Mari is terribly smart for thinking of this mass blog for us all to post on... I think we're all very different in ways, but almost frighteningly similar in others. One of those being that we all, if not love to write, love to write to each other. And I don't think that's something that's going to stop any time soon, really. And that's awesome.

As for writing samples... hm. I honestly couldn't choose a piece of writing that I'd proudly put on display. I guess if you want, you can go to this link, which is my FanFiction account; I've got one story on there. I haven't written any of it for a while, though, so it's not finished. But there's always some short stories/poems/daily musings on my blog, which is here.

So if you want to read any of my stuff, I'll let you figure that out for yourself, rather than pick out my non-existant favourites. :]

Well, this is probably long enough, I think I'll leave it there.
Cya!

NIA GRIFFITHS

Wow, it felt cool to write my name in capitals, gotta tell you! So, I'm here to do this whole 'INTRODUCE YOURSELF THROUGH A POST' thing that Mari's got going on.


My Blog


My Fictionpress Account


My Fanfiction Account


So, I'm Nia. Or, Nia Griffiths - formerly known as most hated, or [my school]'s resident pessimist. (It has been said often.) I'm fourteen, about to turn fifteen. I live in Wales, UK (IT IS NOT IN ENGLAND, GRRR!). I like being alone. This may have something to do with the way I fit in with absolutely no one, like no one fits exactly with me. My imagination is stronger than my grip on reality. I'm a pessimist, admittedly. I live for music. Well, I love to write. And I know I'm pretty good at it. I can sing well, and I enjoy reading. I have a Blackberry Pearl that's always with me, and I am utterly obsessed with Stephenie Meyer's Twilight Saga.

Now, those were just the little titbits, here's where I elaborate:

Yes, formerly most hated. I used to be most hated, but I think I'm neutral now - I guess. Go read my blog for more info. I sing quite well - I've got 3 grades in it (I quit this year, hurrah!). I plan to go on 'X Factor' next year. Oh, joy! The Twilight Saga is my escape - it is what I spend my time writing fanfiction about. My ipod is currently my best friend. It's a shuffle, and I've got my (other) best friend's pink earphones in it now, cause Nath (aforementioned best friend) has my black 'uns.
I write too much. I've got a fictionpress account, a blog, and a fanfiction account. All are up there, somewhere ^. I'm currently working (and by that, I mean procrastinating, agh) on my own novel, which may or may not be called Shadows.

Here's the 'teaser' blurb:

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Every person has some darkness in them. We define ourselves by whether we touch it. We define ourselves by how we use it.

Twins Celeste and Pandora Star have as much darkness as everyone else. They'll define themselves by whether they use it.

But they're not the ones defining themselves: they're defining each other.

How long will it take before they break?

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Yeah, so Mari suggested we give a sample of our writing. I don't count that little bit up there a sample, so here's a bit from my short story Disturbia, on Fanfiction.net. I'm still writing a bunch more stories, which are sure to come out great.

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Jacob swiped at Edward again, his claws raking Edward's granite skin. But Edward was quicker than him. He held Jacob's leg in his hand...

And pulled.

Sinew, muscle and bone ripped apart, blood gushing from the spot where Jacob's leg should have been.

Bella screamed again.

Jacob let out a howl of pain as Edward tugged at his fur and ripped the skin of his back, exposing his insides.

Bella cried. “NO!” But her protest was strangled, her throat raw as the fire ravaged her.

Jacob knew he was going to die, now. He was hurting more than he could think possible, but it was not the pain from his wounds, though those were the most painful he had ever experienced.

Bella was dying.

And Jacob's pitiful attempt at sucking away the vampire's venom was not successful. She was becoming a vampire, whether he liked it or not. And he did not like it. He would rather die than live to see her becoming one of them.

And as Jacob wished, Edward sunk his teeth into his neck. Poisoning him.

Bella cried out again, not understanding the scene before her. Everything was happening so fast. She had felt his hot lips at her neck, a new, hotter than fire liquid spreading into her, and then heard the silent phasing of the werewolf. Blood was strewn all over the clearing, Jacob was howling in pain, his body mangled beyond belief. It was worse than any gory horror movie, but Bella could not close her eyes.

Edward, not satisfied with just tearing Jacob's legs away and poisoning him, was enjoying the feel of tearing his worst enemy's body up with his hands. Jacob let out one low howl, and then Edward held his hand around the limp wolf's neck. And pulled.

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So yes, I don't write nice. I don't like writing nice; life isn't always nice. Well, there goes my too-long introductory post. Thank you for reading, if you've gotten this far. Hope you enjoy the rest of the introductions - they're all waaaaay more interesting than myself.

-Nia

MARI,

Why hello.

Mari here.

(Haha, I reminded myself of Gossip Girl just then!)

Alright, so basically a 'Mari' is...
1) pessimistic. A lot. But she's trying to work on that.
2) Pretty Creative. She never puts her pen down. (Or her fingers off of her hiptop, but that's another story)
3) She can make a joke out of anything. She loves to laugh.
4) She's a fighter. She'll do anything for what she believes in. (And yes, she'll even do the dishes once a month!)
5) She's a bit down on herself. (People call her gorgeous, but she disagrees)
6) Procrastinator. (Like the terminator but just...with procrastination.)
7) Insomniatic. Completely. (Like a Vampire! Read Twilight NOW!)
8) She lives off of writing and her friends. (Kate, Cassie, BF [Blogger Family]).
9) Reader. A Lot. (She has no life, seriously.)
10) In love with Edward Cullen(From Twilight!), Stan Marsh(From South Park), Orlando Bloom....(the list goes on forever.)
11) She has many nicknames. (Gummy Bear, Eeyore, Ann, Stan, Janice...) Just stick with Mari and she won't kill you ;)
12) Random. All The Time.
13) Blunt/Brutally-Honest. (She won't lie to protect your feelings. But she's a good listener and advice-giver, and she's always available with chocolate for comfort.)
14) Obsessed With Fashion. She's a retro-girly-punky dresser.
15) Football, Volleyball, Basketball, and Lacrosse-lover.
16) Music. End of story.

So, that's the jist of me!

Other things:

Personal Blog:
http://thestoryofagirlnamedmari.blogspot.com

FanFiction:
http://fanfiction.net/~xxmarixx

FictionPress:
http://fictionpress.com/~xxmarixx

Myspace:
http://myspace.com/xomarixomyspace

AIM:
xo LilMizMari xo

MSN:
lilcraziegrl09@hotmail.com

Yahoo! Messenger:
LilMizMari

ADD ME :D

And WRITING!

(Seriously. In my life I eat, write, read, eat some more, spend time with friends/laugh, write again....etc etc etc.)

I write poetry, fanfiction, and then some original work. Right now my focus is on Fanfic and Poetry, and then the story co-authored with Sammy! :D

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Untitled (Abuse/Life)

I'm cowering,
Behind the door.

Crying,
Level with the floor.

I'm counting,
My many cuts.

Loudly,
The door slams shut.

You're home,
I hide myself farther.

Please,
Dont hit me any harder.

I try,
To quiet my sobs.

Cursing,
You had lost your job.

It's not,
My fault, I swear!
Couldn't,
Couldn't you care?

Its better,
To be mad.
That way,
You won't find me sad.

You'll hit,
Me harder and shout.
Harshly,
Words spew out of your mouth.

Where mom?
Where did she go?
Of course,
Of Course she would know?

Is she in on it?
Did you two plan this?
Is that why,
I never got a kiss?

You're finished,
You leave me there.
You say,
'Clean the blood from your hair.'

I do as you say,
No matter what.
It won't matter,
I'll still get another cut.
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Relationship. (Biography)

There's an echo in the air, but nobody had spoke.
The pressure in the air, it makes you want to choke.

The atmosphere is strangling; it's awkward.
Can't we forget the past, and move forward?

I wish I could talk to you, but we always argue instead.
The arguements, the fighting, they all fill my head.

There's something; a whisper near the ground.
We look and we look, but nothing is found.

Try seeing it, seeing it from my point of view.
Hey, maybe, just maybe, you always knew.

Our relationship crumbles.
Our bodies, they tumble.

Lets just leave each other, stay away.
Maybe we'll pick this up another day.
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Rain. (Biography)

Want to know why I love walking home?
I'm alone, and I can think and say what I want. You're not there to judge me.

Want to know why I love running away?
It makes it easier to burn off my steam, that way you won't have to see more gruesome cuts.

Want to know why I love being bad?
It gives me the rush I need, the excitement that makes me happy.

Want to know why I adore arguements?
I get to say my opinions, and you're already too mad to hear what I'm really saying.

Do you know why I adore dressing up in nice clothes?
It makes me feel less ugly.

Do you know why I adore punching walls?
I get to see the bruises, and the weird aching in my body goes away.

Do you know why I hate you?
You constantly put me down, and you're supposed to be the person I can go to.

Do you know why I love the rain?
No one can see me crying.
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Wanted. (Biography)

It's all she wanted.

She wanted to walk down the corridor while people cooed, “Such a pretty girl,” and aspired to copy her every move of poise and grace.

She wanted to be the one everyone loved, everyone wanted, everyone wanted to be.

She wanted famous designers like Gucci and Versace to beg her to wear their clothes, and to have Fergie and Christina Aguilera's number in her Fave Five on her hiptop.

She wanted to be different, but in the good sense of the word. She wanted to be that popular girl that was nice instead of mean, brightening lives and making a difference, enchanting all around her.

It was simple. It was what she wanted.

She wanted to be wanted.
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Living Out Nightmares. (Fiction)

“Okay,” the middle-aged teacher sighed, “Today we will be discussing the types of dreams, and how they give us a sense of reality.”

“How can a dream give you reality?” A kid asked, seated before the teachers desk.

“Dream are always fake,” The teacher explained tiredly. “Outrageous things happen that could never happen in reality.”

“But, what about that saying? 'Live out your dreams'?” One kid asked.

“And what about psychic dreams?” Another asked.

“Phsychic dreams have to do with our psychics. That's a good question. Dreams often give us goals, things we don't want to happen and things we want to happen.” The teacher said. “To 'Live out your dreams' is to basically learn from them, making them a part of your reality. Living them out.”

A girl seated by herself at the back desk raised her hand tentatively, “Is living out your dreams the same as living out your nightmares?”
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Angela. (Fiction.)

I didn't want to be like Angela. I didn't want to have everyone like me for my looks.

I wanted to be pretty, but I wasn't that desperate.

Angela had been the toast of the town, charming everyone and everything she could. Everyone loved her.

And then she grew up. She grew out of her beauty, and the true ugly self had shown through.

In truth, Angela had been as cold as her once beautiful ice blue eyes.

When she'd come back from another one her exclusive foreign trips, she'd come back ugly and mean.

I didn't want to be like Angela.

I wanted to grow into my beauty with grace, and amplify it by personality. I wanted to have the qualities that would help me in life. I wanted people to like me for me, not my looks.

I wanted to be the opposite of Angela.
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My poetry is almost always dark. You can see more on my fictionpress, the link is somewhere in this absurdly long post :/

Maybe I should leave some room for the other authors?

Laters!

Signed,
Mari,