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You thought it was over? No way! I was just getting started. My writing is getting better, and so is my speed. As you see, I named this one Connection, but there is a possibility that I come up with a new title. So you guys know the drill now. Enjoy.

Part One: You crushed my dreams

John Burb

Fear is one thing that is avoided in the human race. I myself, fear extreme hope that is given up and is down the drain. Though this has only happened few times in my life, it is very unexpected. I remember the first time that my hope was lost in the storm called life; being five years old, finding my dad being killed in the army. My dad has always been the loving kind of father. He was always there to talk to about anything. I miss him and I missed him ever since the hour his soul left this earth.
Just like all of my wishes lost in my life, I didn’t have this one coming. My only daughter, never existed. She was a mere anticipation drowned in sea. All the baby furniture, was wasted away. All that money spent for preparing for nonentity. Ever since Jennifer told me that she wasn’t pregnant, I have been nothing but depressed. My life apprehension has been realized.
She told me that she just had her period. We spent months preparing for our first child, finding that no such life form except her own was in her body. The day that she found out the dread, she was cooking my favorite meals, buying me everything that I anticipated, and was treating me like a king. I thought she was just having an amazing day at work, until at exactly nine o’clock at night, she told me the news.
My first reaction was that she was kidding, but she was giving me the most serious face that she gave me in years. I knew after a while that it was true and my hope and my aspiration would just be dust in the wind, like many other people’s dreams.

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Part Two: Love and death were never so close

Lilith Pleasant

Flashback:
I would have never known that the greatest enthusiasm in my life would of lead to the end of it. Something as modest as me losing my virginity made me loss the only thing that I had and desired. My boyfriend was the paramount thing in my life that brought me joy and sustained me. Though I trusted him in every way, I was suspecting that he was depressed.
He had convinced me into taking off my clothes and making out with him on his bed. I loved him with every bit of my heart committed to his beautiful smile. Lying wasn’t anything that he would have done, but I can’t put my finger on this one trait, phony in the cells. He was the most trustworthy person that I knew, though I don’t know any trustworthy people at all, my sister being the least of them all.
She won’t even cry at my funeral. She wanted me too die and is probably jumping up and down on her bed, singing. I remember the one day that she screeched to me “I hope you burn in hell you gothic mess!” Spitting in her face was my only reaction. I ended getting ground for a month due to that. Angela got to go around being the slutty tramp that she is, having s*x with Dustin almost every night.
A gun to my face was the first thing that I got when I left Dirks house. A dark-skinned man was wearing a long, black coat in the blazing hot weather at eight o’clock at night. The gun was metal with brown ridged that shined in the moonlight. The man had glanced at me and the last words that I heard in my life were “Goodbye Lilith.” The next second was my remaining second that I had lived.

Ooo, dramatic. Can't wait to see what else you got this time!

Wow.  I'm intrigued.

Enjoy!

Part Three: A life taken after another.
Brandi Broke
No one knows how they’re going to die. My husband at least expected it. Though the last thirty minutes of his life, he knew he was dying. The water surrounding him, brought him down to death, and as he sank farther and farther into the Pacific Ocean, the smell of death was becoming stronger. He had been drastically pulled into five feet of water, and had hit the wet sand. Unconscious, his lungs had been begging for air, but his brain wasn’t working. Slowly and despondently, his body shut down.
            I gazed down at the puddle of tears that my eyes have created. I have never felt so depressed in my life. My loving husband had lost his life and is now floating somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, dead. I never got the chance to say goodbye to him. The last and final time that I saw him, we were in a violent fight. He had accused me of stealing his golden watch. I was shouting at him; tell him to get out of my life. Now, I feel like crawling into a hole and dying. I never realized until he was dead that I really loved him with all my heart. Behind all of the fighting, was a loving family couple.
I glanced over at the family picture, of me, my husband, and Dustin. Taking a deep sigh, I threw the picture frame across my bedroom. The image of this loving family was too much for me. It is all lost now. Dustin never listens to me anymore. I find him coming home drunk in the middle of the night, acting like I don’t see him. He really thinks that I’m an idiot and I don’t know what he’s really doing. I know he’s having unprotected s*x with his girlfriend, Angela almost every night. If he comes up to me saying that Angela is pregnant, he’s going to be kicked out of my house, and going to have to find his own way of living.
I stared at my end table; the brown smooth edges were shining in the lamplight. The contents in that end table will end my pain, and make me join my husband in heaven. My arm was shaking as I opened the draw, and took out a container full of Wellbutrin’s pills. On the container, it said that the pills were prescribed to me. The salty tears that were coming out of my eyes dripped down my cheek and into the container. My arm reached up towards my mouth, and the pills fell in. My despair is over now.

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Whoa, you just love to start with the dramatic parts xD More?

Wow. I haven't updated in a while. That's why I have two parts in this update. Enjoy! 

Part Four: My heart can’t take the rush

Cassandra Goth

People say that you should only marry someone if you love them. I’ve been wondering why I’ve agreed to marry Don as he is an ignorant self-centered jerk that has only made me feel drained. Though this one feeling, a feeling that I’ll be okay with him, that he won’t harm me when we say our vowels. I’ve sent my dad in tears for this event that is going on in my life. He told me that he wouldn’t say a word to me until the wedding because he knows I dislike Don. These choices that I’m making are putting people’s lives in misery and I keep telling myself that it’ll be okay after we get married. Don has said to me that he loves me with all his heart and that he’d stand in the fire for me. I know that they’re all lies because Don has cheated on me dozens of time. I’m punching myself in the eye because I can’t break up with him.
Don stared at me with his bright green eyes gleaming in the daylight. He had just asked me if I wanted to get married tomorrow. My reaction was no reaction. I was dumbfounded as he couldn’t wait a simple three months to walk down the aisle with me, but instead he wanted to wait one day. He lifted up his hand and caressed my tan cheek. His arms were hairy and gave me the urge to scratch. I lifted up my arm and pulled down his hand from my cheek.
“Don, why can’t you wait like everyone else that gets married?” I asked him while sitting on the couch in his living room. The couch squeaked while my leather jacket rubbed up against it. Don never made enough money to afford a simple decent apartment. Instead, he owned a dirty brick-face condo that his brother had bought for him. I glanced at the white stucco wall of the living room and tried not to quiver. Don had made himself feel proud of the dump that he lived in and always convinced people that he lived in a decent home and made enough money, but never convinced me. As my family is the richest family in town, I always knew what was decent and what was not. Don leisurely stepped over to me and pressed his lips against mine. At that moment, I knew that everything would be alright.



Part Five: You betrayed me, and I loved you.

Dina Caliente

I starred at Don’s eyes and took in a deep sigh. The only guy that I really loved is marrying the worst tramp in town today, and now I realized that I truly had feeling for him. He’s the only guy on the face of the earth that really listens to me and understands me. Cassandra will soon be in his arms and I’m going to have to go on with my life because he told me that he loves Cassandra with all his heart and he doesn’t want me anymore. What have I gone wrong with this? I love him more than that whore ever will and Don actually finds me attractive. He told me numerous times that he thinks Cassandra is the most hideous woman that he ever looked at and now he’s getting married to her. I want to strangle her until her lungs fade out and she faints onto the ground. At her funeral, I’d dance on her grave and let Don love me again. My only love is being faded away in the dust by another woman that was originally just a money scheme.
My eyes glanced back down at the hardwood floor of my condo living room. I spotted a tiny red ant crawling past Don and onto his hairy tan leg. It slowly crawled up into his shorts and was never seen again. I wished I could hide away like that ant did. All of my problems would be away and I’d have less stress in my life. With Don breaking up with me, I feel like committing suicide and never walking on the face of the planet again. I’d let everyone, especially Don, know how much stress that they put in my life. A tear slowly dropped down from my eye and splattered onto the floor. I watched as the water jiggled onto the hardwood and eventually stood still.
Taking in another sigh, I gazed up back at the love of my life. His eye lids weren’t blinking and his eyes were starring right past me. At that second, I knew just what to do. I dashed into my kitchen and opened my shiny brown cabinet and grabbed a bottle of Windex. My arms were shaking and I just realized what I really was doing and started to question myself. My head turned and I saw Don behind me, chuckling at me. Now I knew that I was making the right decision. My hands guided the bottle and I poignantly gulped down the liquid. I felt as my tears were covering the outside of the bottle and as I finished, I turned to Don and whispered, “fudge you!”

i didnt even see that coming!
I'd imagine the usual dina trying to just get him back